It's not often that Noah feels shy about things, but in the face of this handsome older boy whose physique he definitely admires - while his admiration for the mind and personality follows - brings out a shyness in him. Still, all the same, he removes his school cardigan, laying it carefully beside himself on the bench, his tie following before he starts to unbutton his school shirt, avoiding the icy gaze of the boy in front of him. He can tell there's no serious damage, but his body has always been a little underweight, and he can tell at the moment that nothing is seriously damaged. But as he slowly removes his shirt, he can see the bruises forming along one side of his body from where he curled on his side.
Wincing in sympathy, James looks over the boy in front of him, who looks much younger now that he's undressed. "How old are you?" He asks, looking at the other, reaching out to move one of Noah's arms away from his body so he can see the bruises, considering for a few moments before he digs around in the first aid kit and pulls out some cream.
Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Noah glances up into the face of the blonde, before he sighs. "13." He says quietly, before he adds, "I skipped a year of school, and I'm currently petitioning the headmaster to let me skip another grade or two if I prove that I know what I need to in those classes. I've already done half the coursework for this year, and it's only been a few weeks into the semester." He says, sounding slightly frustrating. "The only things I cannot accomplish ahead of time are the essays since the teachers thus far have not told me what the topics will be." he grumbles, a little annoyed with them about that.
Not being able to help himself, James chuckles a little. "Well, you're also quite mature for your age." he teases, then adds, "I thought you were older until I saw how skinny you are." He says with a small smirk before he starts to gently rub some cream into the bruises. "Don't they feed you at home?" He continues to tease as he looks at the younger man, trying his very best not to do anything inappropriate, but he is enjoying touching the younger man far too much.
Yes, that's a pout on Noah's face, even as much as he tries not to, it is most definitely a pout. Sighing a little, he winces as James hits some of the more sensitive bruises. "Yes, they feed me quite well, my mother is always trying to fatten me up. I have an extremely high metabolism." He says in a defensive tone, not able to cross his arms at the moment, so he just turns his head to the side to focus on something other than the man who is very close, and still has Noah's legs trapped between his. Goosebumps raise over his skin since the cream is very cold, and he shivers slightly.
James smiles as he looks at Noah. "You are bloody adorable." He says as he looks at the brunette for a moment, reaching out to brush the backs of his fingers along the younger man's cheek before he returns to his ministrations. "Sorry about the cold, these sorts of creams always seem to be cold, don't they?" he asks as he peeks up at Noah for a moment. "What do you plan to do after you graduate? University?" he asks as he looks at him.
"Of course." Q says as if it's obvious, turning his head slightly to look at him, not objecting to the brush of fingers against his cheek, though he can feel his cheeks heat up, cursing his inability to keep himself from blushing. "Probably for computer science, perhaps I'll go for multiple degrees. I am certain that I can decide, I also have an interest in robotics." He says thoughtfully. "Any technology, really. I do so enjoy tinkering. I used to take apart my mum's small appliances before she started to take me to an electronics dump once a week for me to get my supplies." he says with a fond little smile as he remembers those weekends. "But that was a long time ago." He says as he thinks about it, staring at the floor now, avoiding Bond's gaze.
Lifting one hand, James gently guides Noah's face back around so he can look into those vivid green eyes. "Maybe you can show me some of your creations sometime." he says, thumb brushing along Noah's chin for a moment, before he sits back and wipes his hands on a towel. "That should help with the pain." He offers before he smiles, eyes sliding down over the younger man's body. "Is there any other place that needs.. looking after?" he asks in a suggestive tone.
And once again that causes Noah to blush and clears his throat. "Certainly not. This will be quite alright." he says before he starts to slip back into his dress shirt, buttoning it up slowly but leaving it untucked since he's going to go straight back to his room anyway. "Thank you for your assistance, Bond, but I won't keep you any longer." He says, slipping on his tie and cardigan before he stands up, waiting patiently for Bond to move.
Slowly, James stands as well, his hands briefly resting on Noah's hips before he smiles. "At least let me walk you back to your room so you don't get jumped again." He says, standing in the younger boy's personal space still, partially testing him just to see how far he can push and also just generally testing the boy's reactions to him.
Slowly looking at the slightly taller, older boy, Noah sighs a little. "If you must." he says quietly, liking him but having no hope that that affection could ever be returned, from someone who looks like James at least. Despite the flirting and the casual touches which the young man will probably be fantasizing about for months to come, he knows better than to take any of it seriously. If he gave in and tried to go for more, he would find out that it's all a cruel joke. At least that's how his life goes, so it's better just to nip these feelings of longing in the bud.
Smirking a little to know that he at least won this round, James nods a little. "For my own peace of mind. I'm going to put this kit back, don't run off." He says before he turns to pack up the first aid kit, putting a leg on either side of the bench and leaning over a little to do it, which puts on quite the display for Q.
Noah has to bite his knuckle to keep from groaning aloud as he takes in that particular view of Bond's rather nice arse, and he pointedly looks away, dropping his hand from his mouth. "I'm not that petty, Bond." He says with a little shake of his head, which he regrets since he still has quite the headache.
James nods a little, getting the first aid kit and putting it back where he found it, returning to the young man's side and putting a hand on his lower back to start leading him out of the locker rooms, then follows him toward his dorm. "Ah, you lucky dog, you got a private room, didn't you?" he asks once they bypass all of the others, finally ending up leaning against the wall next to the younger man's door as he watches the brunette pull a key from his pocket.
Not only does Noah unlock the door, but he looks down when a Joker playing card falls out of the door as he opens it. He smirks, picking it up, then stepping inside and turning, punching a code into the pad by the door. It's obvious he's done some modifications, the door and around it having some wires that run to the key pad, and to three cameras placed near the ceiling of the room, which cover every possible corner of it. He has a tower set up in one corner that is probably some sort of server, bits and pieces of electronics laying across his desk and a laptop laying on his bed, which is closed and probably off. But the floor is clean, the bed neatly made, even if there are books and DVD's spread across the room in piles here and there as well.
"Well, thank you for the escort and your.. protection, Bond. I will be quite alright from here." he says in a dismissal, blocking the doorway with his body, but at least not shutting the odor in the older boy's face.
"You really should call me James." The blonde insists as he looks down at the younger boy who apparently has not hit his growth spurt yet, he muses to himself. "If you ever need anything, I'm on the ground floor, room 7." He offers as he looks at Noah, shifting a little to brace his hands on either side of his door, leaning toward him a little. "I think I deserve one little reward for my heroism tonight." he says playfully as he looks at the boy in front of him.
Clearly unimpressed with Bond's so-called 'heroism', Noah lifts his hand to adjusts his glasses before he sighs, "And what, pray tell, would you like in return for what I previously thought of as a selfless act, James?" he asks in a dry tone, pointedly using the taller boy's name, when all he really wants to do is sit down, relax, maybe do some coding, and otherwise hide from the world.
"What every good knight wants in response for his heroism. A simple kiss." This time James' smile is positively impish as he watches the brunette, removing one hand from the door frame to reach out and brush some fringe back from the man's forehead.
Not able to help himself, Noah's eyes flutter closed for a moment at the touch, then they snap back open, and he frowns briefly at Bond. "Very well." he says grudgingly, stepping forward and starting to lean up toward Bond, heading straight for his lips, but at the last moment, ducks his head to the side and leaves a soft kiss on the slightly stubbled cheek. "Goodnight, James." he says as he leans back, and tries to close the door.
Disappointed to say the lead, James puts a hand on the door to keep it from closing all the way. "That's it?" He asks, surprised since he knows he read all the signs right, that the younger boy is attracted to him, and he was hoping to get one proper kiss out of him, maybe lure him in for just a bit more.
"You were expecting something else?" Noah asks as he blinks up at James innocently, the slight twitch of his lips giving away his inner amusement though.
Deciding to take matters into his own hands, James continues to hold the door open with one hand, the other snaking out to grasp Q behind his neck, pulling him forward as he leans down and presses their lips together in a deep kiss.
For a few moments, Noah returns the kiss almost desperately for a few moments before he finally pulls himself from the older man's grasp. "Well. Goodnight, Bond." He says in a casual tone, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss, the pulse jumping in his neck showing just how much he was affected, even if his outward demeanor is unaffected. Quickly, he shuts the door, a click coming as he locks it, leaning back against it and taking a few deep breaths as he thinks about the boy on the other side of the door. Slowly, Noah lifts his hand to his lips, brushing his fingertips across them slowly as he thinks about the kiss, pushing away from the door with a small groan before he scrambles for his computer to try and get back some sort of focus for his chaotic thoughts.
James grins broadly, feeling oddly triumphant as he looks at the closed door in front of him, laughing softly as he moves away slowly.
"I'll break your cold exterior someday, Q."
So.. I needed to write something to clear my mind so I could focus on my other stories, so I decided to add another chapter to this. I wasn't really sure about writing this at first, I always think it's going to be really hard to write them being younger, and still keep the same personalities. But I think this is going quite well.
Reviews/comments always welcome! :D