Disclaimer: I do not own the Bond movies or books. Or the Mario bros wii U.
Warnings: Mentions of violence in relationships. Also the violent, repeated deaths of a mario bros wii U character.
Q's only thought was a vague, 'I like it here,' as he was settled on the large couch in the double oohs' living room. Some food was cooking in the oven, and Alec was playing something on the wii, while James was sitting between them, an arm securely around Q.
It had been a long week, and the Quartermaster was exhausted. "Hey," James stroked Q's hair, the man smiling in a very nice, gentle way leaving no doubts about his feelings, making Q feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and Alec thoroughly relieved that his longtime partner now had someone else to try and cuddle all the time. Urgh, hateful stuff. "Food first, sleep after," James murmured into the soft, curly, unruly hair of the man he had been dating for three months now, even if it was in a rather strange, disjointed way. "You need to rest more, Q."
"Yes, do stay awake Q," Alec's words sounded more like a suggestion than anything. "I've been looking forward to having an actual conversation with someone; James always answers with five syllables, maximum."
Q smiled, offering, "we could disect his kissing skills in the morning, if you like." "Ha! I'd like that," Trevelyan looked inordinantly pleased with that suggestion, but Bond merely looked on his two boyfriends with a sort of benevolent acceptance, clearly not shaken in the least by these plans. If he had been saying anything, which he of course wasn't, it likely would have been "you two have fun with that".
Instead, Bond dropped a kiss on the crown of Q's head and went to check on the food, designated cook as always. "Well, my food is usually toxic, so Seven won't even let me into the kitchen any more..." Alec had off-handedly commented earlier, during one of their many informal dates down in Q-branch.
They ate sitting on the couch, Bond placing himself between his two boyfriends, as Alec kept trying to jokingly feel Q up, and the somewhat older man could see that the youngest in their number was neither getting nor appreciating the joke. This naturally meant that Alec started fondling his thigh instead, but he was used to it. Capable of tossing Alec into a wall if he annoyed him too much, too, even though 006 would definitely enjoy that.
Bond kept an eye on his fellow Double O as he worked in the kitchen after their meal, making sure his boyfriends played nice with each other. Q was kicking Alec's ass at wii U again, politely trying not to laugh as Mario fell off of a giant gear into the lava for at least the fourteenth time. James smiled for himself. That part was going well.
"Sometimes, those levels are easier in single play," Q offered after finishing the level on his own, as the lethal agent next to him cussed in four or five languages without a break. "You could try it out on your own once." Setting the game up like that, Q sat back to just watch instead, smiling as James came and sat next to him. He winced, though, as the Double O started to knead his neck.
"You're very tense. Hey, sit still," James smiled, a little amused at Q's edgyness, but let the smaller man escape him when he tried to move away.
"I don't like massages. They're painful," Q mumbled, settling a few inshes away from his not-yet-lover. The other double oh, whose character had just died (again), looked up with a frown.
"You don't like backrubs? What? Who doesn't like backrubs?" Alec Trevellyan looked as if this was some sort of abomination against nature (and maybe, for once) he was right.
"Spoken by the man who detests cuddling," Bond rolled his eyes, turning back to Q. "You're tense. If you let me help, it wouldn't be painful any longer," James offered, but he didn't press when the Quartermaster petulantly shook his head. By then, Alec had restarted the game and neither heard or saw anything, so he didn't comment further either. Five minutes later, Bond had managed to convince the genius to return to his lap, at last, and was set on snogging him soundly.
As his right hand drifted lower on Q's body though, his left arm cradling the younger man close, the brunette went from eager, if somewhat sleepy, to panicked in an instant. The instant change in atmosphere was enough to alert even Alec (causing the death of Mario, yet again), drawing him away from the video game.
"Q?" Bond questioned, his other boyfriend moving over to join them, concerned. "Easy." Cradling the younger man, he assured him. "I am not going to hurt you, Q."
Alec sat down next to them, unusually serious. "It is reasonable though; he has seen us strangle people, and whatever else." He reached out to ruffle the hair of the younger man. "You will just have to try and accept, Q, that for you, those hands are safe, not a weapon. And we will always let go, if you ask us to."
"Always," James promised, as well, both men relieved as their younger partner nodded and let out a long breath. As Alec pulled Q's legs into his lap, kneading the soles gently, and Bond leant back against the backrest of the sofa, still holding the smaller man securely, but not restraining, Q felt silly. They had been over this, after all. And he did believe them. He did.
When Q finally fell asleep, he did so cradled between them on the couch, still in James arms, feeling safe and warm.
