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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[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.

[cuppa_q]

Q hated that he loved this. Hated that he craved it- But in the moment it felt right, especially as the pain started to blossom.

"James," he gasped, whimpering a little.

[0_0_7]

Bond swatted him again and again, not staying in any one spot. Q's ass was on offer, but his legs were fair game too.

"That's it," he purred. "I can tell you're getting hard, you dirty little bitch."

[cuppa_q]

Q was, but that didn't stop him from being a brat as he gave Bond's leg a rough pinch and tried to twist away.

"Look who's talking you dirty old man," Q huffed.

[0_0_7]

"You like it," Bond accused as he reached for Q's hair to give it a good pull.

[cuppa_q]

Q let out a whine, but he didn't deny it- In fact, he started to rut against the other man's thigh.

[0_0_7]

Bond forced his hands between Q's thighs so he could roughly fondle him, careful not to hurt him, but only just.

"Naughty boy," he purred. "I think I know what you need."

[cuppa_q]

"Prove it," Q panted, still rutting and squirming on James' lap.

[0_0_7]

Bond rose and pulled Q to his feet as well. His hands were hard and rough, jerking Q around as he tore open his fly and shoved his trousers and pants down.

He moved away from him just enough that he could slip his belt free from his waist. He doubled it and made it snap.

[cuppa_q]

Q did, actually, falter slightly at that- And for a moment it was as though he was somewhere else. Somewhere far in his past.

"I don't think we're ready for that," he said softly.

[0_0_7]

"No?" he asked, stroking Q's body lightly with the fine leather. "Would you rather I stick to just my hands?"

[cuppa_q]

"Just until I'm sure you can use that without breaking skin," Q said honestly, seeing no reason to lie.