Bond finds himself sleeping as well, but he never was one for naps, and this place is too unfamiliar for him to sleep comfortably. The slightly squeaking wheels of a cart and footsteps outside the door wake him up, though they continue on down the hall. It's then that he makes a rather interesting discovery though. Somehow, he and Ford have changed positions. His arm that was previously trapped underneath him is now extended to the side, acting as a pillow for Q's head. That explains the numbness in his hand at least. Bond's other hand is curled around the younger man's waist, and all he has to do is lower his head a little to take in the surprisingly fruity smell of Q's shampoo. When he finally pinpoints the scent he's surprised to find out that it is a bit like mango, and it makes bond smile. Taking a slow, deep breath, he enjoys the smell and nuzzles into the curls lightly, not wanting to wake the younger man just yet.
This was going to be a long night for Q, Bond was sure, and so he didn't want to do anything that would ruin the peaceful rest he was getting now. During their first meeting, there was a spark between the two of them. Q never spoke about any romantic interest, he never spoke about his personal life in general. When Q was in his ear on missions, there was flirting and friendly banter. It was easy when you weren't face-to-face with someone. But when they were back at HQ, things were not exactly the same. That is, the flirting might still be there on Bond's part, but mostly Q would react with exasperation, even if he did blush sometimes. It was fairly frustrating to Bond.
And yet, when Bond basically forced his company on Q for Christmas, but in the end Q didn't seem to mind. He's confided in Bond even, let him see more of himself than anyone else at MI6. At least, voluntarily. Bond is fairly sure that some of the others at MI6 such as M might know more about Q. As far as the double-oh could tell, the young Quartermaster had not opened up to anyone, not even Eve, the way he has to Bond. And now to fall asleep trustingly with Bond, even cuddled up to him as he ended up being. He knew that it was a sign he had Q's trust, and that was the most amazing thing.
He'd never been trusted so much by someone before. And it went without saying that, on or off the mission, Bond trusted Q as well. Inside, he knew that there was more to it. He wanted Q for his own. It was a selfish part of him, but now, he admits to himself that he does have a selfish streak that does not like hearing the way Q talks other double-oh's through their missions.
Yes, he did want more from his Quartermaster than friendship or easy banter. With a little smirk, he decides that it's time he found a way beneath the young man's armor. And now is as good a time as any to start. A small smile crosses Bond's face again before he tilts his head forward and kisses the top of his head, shifting a little to be able to get better access, he then brushes a kiss across his temple softly, his one arm starting to stroke up and down Q's back gently, drawing little designs, though he stops short of sliding his hand up under the shirt. No need to shock the young man when he wakes, no matter how much he might want to see if that pale skin is as soft as it looks. For now, he brushes soft kisses across what available skin he has, his temple, his cheekbone, along his neck and once on his shoulder, though that's a bit of a stretch for him to manage without jostling the younger man too much.
All the gentle attention was bound to wake Q up eventually, but he didn't startle awake, he started to become aware slowly. It had been a long time since he woke up in another man's arms, especially feeling so safe and.. loved. But that can't be right. He isn't involved with anyone, hadn't been for quite some time, so why was he.. oh. He did fall asleep next to another man, but surely the strong arms around him and under him couldn't belong to Bond. There's just no way. And so he keeps his eyes closed, deciding to keep his delusions for the moment, but as he becomes more and more awake, and the feeling of firm lips against his skin doesn't go away, he's starting to get a little worried. And then he takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of Bond's subtle but very expensive cologne, and he takes a moment to press closer to that smell before he leans back a little, opening his eyes to look up at Bond, unfocused because of his lack of glasses, but he can see enough to make out that it is indeed the double-oh he thought it was.
"James.. what on earth are you doing?" Q asks with his usual calm, detached tone, even if he sounds a little sleepy. The only difference between that and the voice Bond might hear on missions is the use of his first name. Which is a small victory.
The double-oh just chuckles a little. "Indulging myself, and hopefully giving you a pleasant wake up." He says simply in his deep, slightly rough tones as he looks at the young genius.
Q shifts a little, before he slowly sits up, stretching a little before he runs a hand through his hair, arms draping over his bent knees afterwards. "Don't try and seduce me, Bond. I'm not some conquest, some another notch for your bedpost." he says as he glances over at James, then he looks around, huffing a little as he looks around his room.
Slowly, James sits up as well, wiggling his fingers to get feeling back in them before he watches the man in front of him, who suddenly seems as young as he sometimes teases Q of being. Slowly, he moves until they're sitting side by side, shoulders and knees pressed together. "You wouldn't be another conquest, Q." He says softly, then he adds, "You are my friend, my Quartermaster." he says with a small shrug of his shoulders. "And lets face it, you're a bloody tease." He grumps good-naturedly, looking around the room. "Flirting with me all the time on missions, then when I come home, you're such a cold fish. You shut me down at every turn." He notes, then he shifts, placing one hand on the bed behind Q so he can lean over him lightly, leaning in to give his shoulder a light kiss. "Though I wouldn't mind shagging, either. You have a frankly fuckable arse." he says as he looks Q over appreciatively, then he shrugs. "Nice as that would be, it's not entirely what I want from you, Q. You're at the beginning of a bright career. Who knows how many years I have left to mine. We are a mismatched pair in almost every way, I realize that. Unfortunately, I still want this, down to my bones." He murmurs quietly, leaning in to place a tender kiss along the nape of Q's neck, just a small affectionate gesture and not anything else.
As always, Q's mind works everything over, getting into all the different angles as he tilts his head down and hides his face against his arms for a moment, then he shakes his head. "I don't know, Bond. I've.. It's hard for me to trust people. Especially ones who have the reputation for being playboys." he notes, smirking over at Bond for a few moments. "James, I.. it's not that I'm not.. well, it would be bloody fantastic, I admit I may have thought about it once or twice-" Or a fair few more times than that, but who's counting? "-but I don't know. I'm bloody scared." He says as he glances over at James again.
"Then let me have these two days. Until we return to London, to convince you. If I can't, then we'll return to business as usual. No harm, no foul. But if I do convince you, well.. we'll see where things go when we get back." Bond bargains as he watches Q, and he shakes his head. "Please don't make me beg for this chance, Ford.." He says quietly, purposely using his first name even though he will always be 'Q' to 007.
Another hesitation, thinking it over and trying to figure out if it could be worth it. Finally, Q nearly smacks himself in the face. This is James Bloody Bond in front of him, wanting to seduce him, or romance him, court him, all of the above likely. The sexy agent who has no trouble seducing any woman he wants, let alone any man. Handsome, powerful, and with a voice that sometimes goes straight to Q's groin. Oh, yes, he would be a fool not to at least give Bond the opportunity to prove himself.
"Alright, James. You have until we return to London." Q finally says softly.
"Wonderful." James breathes in relief before leaning in and brushing a surprisingly soft, chaste kiss across Q's lips.
"You won't regret this. I will make you wonder how you ever doubted me."
Well, that ended up differently than where I intended for it to go when I started it. Apparently 007 had his own ideas of where he wanted the story to go. This could be interesting, between Bond trying to prove himself, and Sherlock performing some experiments on John. Check out my Sherlock story for the Johnlock side. :) I hope you all are enjoying this, I am loving writing both sides of this story. And I may even do a Mycroft version eventually, but I can't manage three stories at once, that would be a bit too much!
Anyway, I'm going to try and update one chapter every night after work. We'll see how well that works out for me. If anyone has comments/suggestions, I'd love to hear them!
