Bond

[cuppa_q]

Taking a break from picking apart the computers in the Lab, Q was currently home alone- Bored. Bored was never a good thing for the boffin to be, it tended to get him in trouble, and he was currently making a mess in the bedroom, clothes all over the floor from where he'd been digging in the closet for the few tools he'd scavenged over the past few months. Between the piles of clothes were several deconstructed phones he'd found on the beach, all in various states of disrepair. ...And, of course, right in the center of the chaos sat Q himself.

He knew Bond wouldn't be impressed by the mess (Harry seemed less likely to mind), but that, on some level, was part of what he was up to. He was bored and irritating Bond was one way to entertain himself.

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[0_0_7]

"I'd only want them if they worked," Bond conceded. "Suppose I'll just have to wish for a bottle of good vodka, because like wifi and broadcast, my car would be useless without roads."

[cuppa_q]

"I'd settle for my workbench and tools, I suppose," Q sighed, sipping his tea.

[0_0_7]

"The next time some sort of place turns up, we should see about setting you up with something," Bond said thoughtfully. "Some proper tools, a proper space. You could take over one of those flats in the basement as your own work area," he suggested.

[cuppa_q]

"Perhaps," Q nodded, though he didn't think he'd take another room.

[0_0_7]

Bond nodded, then took a sip.

"Did I make your tea properly?"

[cuppa_q]

"It's perfect," Q assured him, moving closer and settling in against the other man's legs.

[0_0_7]

Bond reached down to stroke Q's hair, happy to have him close.

"I may not be a chef, but I do pay attention to how you take your tea," he said.

[cuppa_q]

"You're very kind," Q assured him, taking another sip before discarding it and climbing onto the bed- And then Bond's lap.

[0_0_7]

He carefully set his hot cup aside in favor of wrapping his arms around Q.

"Well..." he said. "This is decidedly better than tea. Hello."

[cuppa_q]

"Hello," Q said softly, resting his chin on Bond's shoulder. There was something youthful about it- Childish even, but he didn't care. He wanted this, to be close and feel loved and cherished.

[0_0_7]

Bond played his fingers lightly up and down Q's back, then moved one hand lower to enjoy the curve of his ass.

"I assume you're comfortable there?" he asked with just a touch of amusement.

[cuppa_q]

"Very," Q said softly, nuzzling at him and wrapping his arms around him.

[0_0_7]

He tilted his head to the side to give Q better access. Fingers kneaded into the supple flesh of his ass and Bond's arousal grew from even this small show of affection.

[cuppa_q]

Q could feel it, and he squirmed a little, provoking while feigning innocence.

"I like how you hold me."

[0_0_7]

Bond thickened even more, gasping softly as Q wriggled.

"That's good, because I like to hold you," he replied, squeezing Q's ass just a bit tighter and wrapping his other arm around him to hold him close.

[cuppa_q]

Q gasped, pretending to try and squirm free, then buried his face against Bond's neck, nuzzling and kissing.

[0_0_7]

Bond groaned and pushed his hand up under Q's shirt to feel bare skin. His nails raked Q's back sharply.

"That's brilliant," he moaned.

[cuppa_q]

Q gave him a little nip, getting a little rougher now as he squirmed and tugged at Bond's shirt.

[0_0_7]

Bond was happy to shed his shirt and insisted Q do the same. He pulled it off and tossed it into the mess on the floor.

"I love your skin," he said, eager to feel even more of him.

[cuppa_q]

"Like yours better, it's full of secrets," Q said, his fingertips roaming over marks and scars.

[0_0_7]

"I'll tell you every story, if you like," he exhaled, leaning in to kiss Q's shoulder and along his collar bone until he found the hollow of his throat where he nuzzled in.

[cuppa_q]

"Just promise I'll be there for all the new ones," Q murmured.

[0_0_7]

"You're going to be here for everything that happens for...for the rest of my life," he promised.

[cuppa_q]

Q nodded, kissing Bond's cheek and then getting cheeky- Provoking him, just a bit.

"What secrets are all these then?" Q asked, pretending to count the lines around Bond's eyes.

[0_0_7]

"Those are all your fault for making me smile so often," he replied.