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]

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.

[cuppa_q]

"Fib's," Q tutted, pouting a bit and smacking James' arm gently. "You're supposed to get cross, tell me I'm being rude. If I can't make you cross anymore this will never work. We'll just have to break up," he teased, pulling away and flopping onto the bed.

[0_0_7]

"You can still make me cross," he said, his eyes crinkling in the corers with a smile that barely moved his mouth.

"Like when you spread all your shit out on the floor..."

[cuppa_q]

"It likes being there," Q shrugged. "Look, it's all in tidy piles now. That counts as clean."

[0_0_7]

"You're going to be the death of me," he replied. "Is chaos just a part of being a creative genius?"

[cuppa_q]

"...If I say yes, am I allowed to be messy?" Q replied.

[0_0_7]

"Maybe," Bond replied, catching his face to give him a deep, slow kiss.

[cuppa_q]

Q smiled into the kiss, then grew bold, taking James' hand and guiding it to his neck. Just testing the waters- Just...

Just pushing.

He realized what he was doing and brushed the hand away before sitting up.

"We should finish our tea, it's getting cold."

[0_0_7]

"We can always make more," Bond pointed out, pulling Q back to center. He looked at him a long moment.

"...Craving a bit of danger?" he asked.