cuppa_q | Bond

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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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.

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

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

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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."

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

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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.

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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.

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

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

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Bond moved in close, his voice low and threatening.

"If you like, I can leave no marks at all," he promised.

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Q gasped softly, a thrill running through him at that, and he swallowed hard as his cock twitched with interest.

"This really doesn't bother you? It doesn't make you ill?" Q asked, still certain Bond must find him repulsive right now.

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"Not remotely," he promised Q, closing the distance to give him a kiss. As he did he switched the belt from left to right, dragging the soft leather straight across his cock.

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Q returned the kiss with a low moan and a gasp, pressing closer and wrapping his arms around James to keep him close for a moment.

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"There's so many things I can do to hurt you," he whispered against Q's mouth. "I'm dying to try them all."

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"I'd like that, in time I'd like to see them all," Q confessed.

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"Tonight, though...Just these," he said as he tossed the belt aside and grabbed Q tightly.

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Q gasped, but didn't struggle this time, instead waiting to see what James would do.

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"Step out of your trousers," he said, only letting go of Q so he could shed his own.

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Q studied him for a long moment, then nodded as he stepped out of his trousers and kicked them aside.

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Once he was naked, Bond reached for Q, grabbed him and jerked him close. He held him in tight restraint, an arm around his neck and the other pulling his arm taut.

"Since you like to squirm...I think we'll put an end to that," he said, wrestling Q to keep him still.

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Q whimpered, gasping and going still. He wasn't about to fight James- Enjoying being hurt didn't make him stupid enough to cross the double-o.

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Bond leaned in and brushed his nose and his lips against the back of Q's neck.

"That's better," he said. He let go of Q's arm and reached around, sliding his palm down the boffin's body, stopping low, just above his cock.

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Trying to thrust into Bond's palm, Q crying out a little and struggled lightly.

"Please," he panted.

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"Since you asked so nicely," Bond purred, taking Q in hand to stroke him. But as he did, he tightened his arm around Q's neck just a bit more. Not enough to make him sleep, just enough to put on some pressure to make him dizzy.