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]

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.

[cuppa_q]

Q ducked his head slightly, visibly ashamed.

"I just said I wasn't going to do this to you, and here I am- Pushing," he said softly.

[0_0_7]

"I doubt I'll go down any road that would cross a line, but I've got no problem with rough," he assured Q, then slid his hand up to his throat again.

[cuppa_q]

Q swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath James' fingers. He still felt guilty, still felt wrong, but he couldn't say no, not when James was saying yes. He wanted this, and he was too selfish to pretend he didn't.

[0_0_7]

Bond squeezed. At first it was just enough to be felt, but then he tightened his hold.

"What were you saying about being taken over a lover's knee?" he asked, taunting Q just a little.

[cuppa_q]

Q wanted it, but he was just so defiant, and he scowled a little.

"Take you over my knee," he muttered, his voice just a tad tight beneath Bond's hold.

[0_0_7]

"No," he purred. "That's not how it's going to go..."

He let go of Q's throat and tugged at him to bend him over his knee. Trousers on...for now...Bond gave him a swat.

[cuppa_q]

"Well if that's all you have, you really ought to let me do it," the boffin huffed, starting to wiggle away.

[0_0_7]

So that's how he was. Bond grabbed him by the back of the neck to hold him in place since he wanted to squirm, then he began to give Q a proper spanking.

One might think he'd done this before.