A/N: There is sex in this chapter (woo!) so just be aware. I hope you are enjoying. :-D
Work and life went on as usual, and Q didn't see James or Alec for over a week. Eve had stopped by Q-branch to chat him up and encourage Q to come out with their little group more often. He nodded along with her, thinking that was unlikely to happen. While he had actually had a little fun, he didn't think he could handle James' flirtations while Alec was so close by. Best to just avoid them both entirely.
At home at night, though, he stroked himself to the memory of James pinning Alec against the wall. In his mind he replayed the part where James' hand grasped Alec's hair tightly, thinking about what it would be like to have those strong, deadly hands on him, holding him down, controlling him. He thought about being pressed against the wall, James' lips hot and firm against him while he thrust his thick cock inside of him mercilessly. Q came hard with a gasp and James' name on his lips. This was getting unhealthy.
Being Quartermaster, sometimes Q was privy to information he did not want to know. He outfitted Alec for a mission that he knew James thought he was going on as well. A long mission. James wasn't; he was grounded temporarily, but it wasn't Q's job to inform him of that. Q played his part and laughed with Alec, his new friend. But secretly he was wondering if James would be lurking around Q-branch without Alec present.
He began to devise scenarios in his mind. James would come up to him, pull him into his office, lock the door, and throw him over his desk. Or James would grab him by the hair and force him down in front of him, in front of all of Q-branch, take out his cock and order Q to use his mouth. Maybe James would push him down over his knees, thrust his fingers inside him while Q mewled out and squirmed against the muscular thighs, his cock untouched. The scenarios kept getting wilder and dirtier, and Q knew he had to stop as his obsession with James' cock was all he could think about. It was beginning to affect his work.
When it happened a few days later, when Alec was in North Korea, it was so simple that it was surprising. James was in the elevator as Q was leaving. As the doors slid shut, Q felt the energy in the air between the two of them intensify. He tried to remain casual, knowing the ever-present cameras were recording them.
"Going home for the evening?" Q asked with a practiced air of nonchalance. He glanced over at James to see the agent studying him. Q visualized what clothing he had thrown on this morning, wondering if it was up to par.
"Yes, and you?" James answered. He looked back towards the elevator door, and it was Q's turn to study the other's outline. James' grey suit was striking and crisp, his posture commanding. He radiated power and sex.
"Yes." Q remained silent for a moment before he added, "Alec's gone, isn't he?"
"Yes. Until Monday. Do you live far?"
Q knew what James was really asking. He replied, "Not too far, if the tube isn't busy. With the rain it might be a bit of a mess."
"I'll give you a ride then. I can't imagine what your hair would look like after a downpour," James said without hesitation, his tone of voice even.
"Yes, well, not as bad as it looks in the mornings." The unspoken implication of that phrase hung between the two of them silently.
James didn't visually react, except for the tiniest upward turn of the corner of his mouth. Q could feel excitement coil through his body and he fought to keep his face emotionless. The walk to James' car seemed unending.
The entire ride to his flat, Q worked on formulating a clever invitation, but he didn't have to say anything at all. James just parked and stopped the car. He took the key out of the ignition and stepped out. Q followed him after a fleeting pause, splashing through the puddles, wondering about how this man knew the way to his flat. It didn't really surprise him, though. Nor did it matter at that moment.
They reached the door and Q turned the key, feeling anticipation and James' eyes on him. He swung it open and stepped in, removing his coat and shoes in silence as James did the same. Q took a few steps into the flat as James looked around. Q tried to imagine it through James' eyes, seeing it for the first time. The colors were muted and earthy, the furniture was comfortable and worn, and the bookshelves were monumental, covering an entire wall. It was quite messy, with clothes strewn about, dishes unwashed in the sink, and mail unopened on the table. Q blinked, suddenly insecure, feeling as if he was letting James a peek into his insides. If he had known this would be happening, he would have tidied up a bit. Q studied the other man who turned to look at Q intensely, as if he were trying to puzzle something out.
"I don't know if I have anything to eat," Q said nervously, beginning to walk toward the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. Some moldy cheese and one beer bottle looked back at him.
"That's alright. I'm not hungry," James replied, following Q and stopping a little too closely to him.
Q could feel James' breath against his neck. He shivered, the warm air cooling the rain droplets on his skin. Q fumbled through his cupboards, producing a bottle of scotch and two tumblers. He dropped ice into each glass while James poured the amber liquid. Their fingers bumped. They both raised their glasses and sipped silently. Q licked his lips, unsure of what to say.
James reached out and gently traced Q's cheek and jaw with one finger, ending with a slight tug across Q's lower lip, still wet from the ice. Q felt his skin tingle and he breathed in deeply. This was happening. This was actually happening. He was euphoric and paralyzed with fear at the same time.
"Your lips," James began, stepping closer into Q's personal space. "…are so soft." Q's heart beat wildly against his ribs as James' hand cupped his cheek. He could feel the heat of James' body against his own, still cold and damp from the rain.
"I've thought about them," James continued. "About what they would feel like against my own. About licking against them, parting them with my tongue, pushing it inside. About them on my skin. Wrapped around my cock."
Q felt like he was electrified. He licked his lips, his body stiff as James' moved closer and closer until he was hovering right over Q's lips and they were sharing the same breath. This was it. This was the point of no return. Up until now he was just fantasizing, just playing with fire. This would be completely crossing the line and he would officially be going to hell.
Q clutched the cold glass tightly in his hand as he pushed forward infinitesimally to brush against James' lips. The light kiss was fantastic and heady, and he felt a lead weight in his stomach as he did it. But he couldn't stop himself. He moved closer, their lips pressing tighter. James licked against him and Q opened his lips slightly and let the tongue slide in. He wrapped his tongue around James' and sucked. James let out a small groan and moved forward, joining their bodies from chest to groin to knees. Q felt around for his counter to set down the glass of Scotch, feeling it swish out against his fingers and the countertop.
James pulled away slightly, taking Q's hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to lick against the digits. He pulled one finger in, tasting the scotch, a small noise of pleasure rising from his vocal cords as Q's eyes fluttered shut. Q could feel the blood flowing straight to his cock and he pushed against James' groin, reveling in the hardness against him.
"Have you thought about this, Q? Me touching you? Kissing you? Licking you?"
"Yes." Q's voice was soft and breathless, his body trembling. James was kissing his jaw now, moving across the soft stubble, mouthing an earlobe. His breath caused a shudder to wrack through Q's lithe frame, and Q's hands jumped into action, tracing James' broad shoulders and arms. The suit jacket was smooth beneath his fingers, the hardness of the muscles evident with each caress. He pulled at the jacket, wanting to feel skin under his fingers, desperation beginning to hurry his movements.
"Have you thought about me fucking you?" James pushed his cock against Q's to accentuate his statement.
"Yes. God, yes," Q groaned, letting his head fall back, forgetting about the jacket. James' fingers and words were sliding over him like silk.
"Naughty boy." James' hands were working on pulling out Q's button-down shirt from his trousers, his lips still nipping at Q's ear.
"You've no idea." Q grinned, feeling his confidence increase as James worshiped him with his tongue and lips.
"Bend over for me. I want to see how naughty you are."
Q growled and complied, turning in James' arms, moving so his arms were propped on his marble countertop. He glanced down at the spilled scotch, the moment feeling surreal as James hovered behind him while he waited, cock aching and pressed against his pants. He felt firm hands slide over the curve of his arse, and hot breath panted against his neck. Then James was unbuckling Q's belt and pulling down his trousers and pants, and he was bare-bottomed and trembling as James' gaze swept over him appraisingly.
Q jumped slightly as the warm hands touched him again, this time without any barriers between them, skin against skin. One hand trailed downward, between his cheeks, and the other moved forward to tease against his cock before firmly grasping him. Q stiffened immediately, feeling the liquid of his pre-come leaking out. James made slow circles around his opening before pushing the tip of his finger in gently. He bent over Q, lips grazing the nape of his neck, his nose brushing into the curls there.
"So fucking beautiful," James whispered as his finger slid in further and Q jerked forward, the contact rough without any lubrication. Q squirmed against him, attempting to kick his pants off of his ankles, the movement rocking James' fingers and hands on his body.
"Where do you keep your lube?" James asked, and Q could hear a bit of strain in the soft voice. He reached back with one hand to feel for James' hip and cock, but James pulled back out of reach, removing his hands. "No, keep your hands on the counter."
Q whimpered at the firm command and returned his hands, spreading his legs further and looking back over his shoulder at James. His hair was falling into his eyes and he had to toss his head to see James' lust-filled expression properly.
"Lube, love?" James reminded him, his hand stroking over Q's backside again as Q pushed back against him.
"First door on the left. Top drawer of the night stand," Q heard himself say. He felt like he was detached from his body, watching James Bond fondle him as he bent over his kitchen island. His mind still couldn't quite believe it was happening.
"Don't move," James said, squeezing Q's cock once hard before walking purposefully to the bedroom. Q watched him move across the living room, feeling the anticipation heighten as the cool air permeated his naked skin. He wanted to move forward to grind his cock against the counter, beginning to feel desperate for contact, but he somehow knew that it wouldn't be allowed; James would be angry.
When James returned a few moments later he stopped in the living room, in full view of Q. He removed his suit jacket and placed it over the arm chair carefully, then slowly untied the tie and slipped it off. His icy blue eyes were locked on Q's, and the look on his face was pure hunger.
As he began to unbutton the crisp dress shirt James said, "Tell me what you've thought about. Tell me what you'd like me to do to you."
"I've thought about you fucking me. In my office." James was pulling off his shirt now and folding it over his jacket. "I've thought about you throwing everything off my desk." James was shucking his trousers now. "Holding me down." Now the pants were coming off, revealing his hard cock. "Spreading my legs for you." James was stroking himself now, not too hard, spreading the lubricant liberally. Q felt like he was ready to explode. "Please fuck me, James." Q's voice was begging, broken. He couldn't wait any longer.
James moved around until he was behind Q and roughly pulled off his dress shirt. Q's arms were tangled up in a delicious moment of constraint and James took advantage to kiss him roughly before Q was freed and pushed back into position against the counter. Q still hadn't touched James' skin, and he fought hard to keep his hands still. He pressed them into the marble, his back arching his hips, searching for contact. James' grasped at him, pulling his arse apart, pressing his cock against him, pushing in slowly and firmly. Q moaned out, hands clawing futilely as he grasped for purchase against the cold surface.
"Fuck, you're so tight. I knew you would be," James grunted. He flexed his hips, pushing in slowly, feeling the beautiful squeeze with each inch that Q took him in. When he was seated all the way inside they both breathed in heavily. James petted Q's hair and neck, sweeping down his spine, feeling the light sheen of sweat against the porcelain skin. Q rested his head on his hands, elongating his spine, relishing the thick feeling of James' cock finally inside of him.
James began to slide out, beginning a slow pace that didn't last long. Q moved his sharp hips backwards in time with each measured thrust, angling to get James in as deep as possible. Soon James began to thrust with vigor, his hands reaching underneath to run over Q's hard nipples and along his leaking cock.
"I've wanted to do this to you for so long. Fuck your tight little arse. Fuck, Q." James' mouth was getting dirtier the longer they went. Q could feel James' control slipping as his thrusting became more desperate, more powerful. His nails were raking across Q's skin, causing flashes of pain that punctuated the pleasure, the combination overwhelming Q's brain.
"Your cock. So good. Fuck." Q couldn't even form a complete sentence anymore. James was grabbing onto him, pulling him away from the counter. The sound of skin slapping permeated the room as Q reached backwards for James, pulling him into a brief, wet kiss. When James' hand grasped Q's cock and moved in tandem with his own cock pistoning inside, Q could feel the orgasm creeping up through his limbs. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of the cock in his arse, the fingers tightening around him, and the breath on his neck.
Q let out a strangled cry as he felt the familiar rush of pleasure crash over him in a powerful wave. He closed his eyes and gasped heavily, feeling his body contract and spasm as his come arched out over James' hand, his own belly, and the countertop. Q clenched his muscles and could feel James' hold tighten brutally on his hips as he continued to drive inside of him. A dozen more thrusts and James bit down on his shoulder and came inside Q with a grunt, thrusting upward forcefully as Q held on through his haze.
When James was finished he wrapped his arms around Q, feeling the light body sag against him. James kissed Q's sweaty neck sweetly then rested his head against him, their ragged breathing slowly coming back under control.
As Q felt the tender caresses of James' lips and hands and his cock softening inside of him, he thought about how many times James must have done this to Alec. He felt a thick feeling in his throat as he pulled away from James' lips. Their skin stuck slightly as they separated and Q turned around to take in James' face, relaxation etched across every line. James smiled a loose, wolfish grin at him that made Q feel tendrils of guilt while also thrilling him. It was a smile he didn't deserve.
They washed up and lay in bed, James tracing light patterns along Q's shoulder blades and spine as he lay on his stomach.
"This is a bad idea, you know," Q said after a long silence, not looking at James.
"It's a bit late for that," James murmured, his fingers continuing along their paths. Q shivered against the light touch. James bent down to lick along Q's ribs, moving down the soft skin slowly, enjoying each twitch and moan. Q felt his legs spread again of their own accord, allowing James to settle between his thighs and lick into him. It was a bad idea. But apparently he didn't care anymore.
In the morning, James smiled at Q's messy hair as the fringe lay both pressed against his forehead and fanned out on the pillow. His hand lightly ran down Q's naked back as he lay twisted in the sheet and sleeping soundly. He dressed in the pre-dawn darkness, closing the door silently as he left.
Q dreamed of warm lips and warm arms, and woke up alone. He stretched, feeling the satisfied ache in his body of a night well-spent and the taste of James on his lips. Q tried not to think of Alec. He tried not to think of what he'd done. About how much he liked it. How he'd do it again, if James asked. The guilt was still there, but it felt easier to ignore now, somehow. It was replaced by an illicit thrill, and a promise of the unknown. Q dressed for work, a sly smile on his face for the entire day.