Hey guys, this is part 3 of the 'Title Rehaul' series. A series based on the titles of each James Bond movie.
It seems like I'm writing one of these per month currently, which is awesome, but don't expect a monthly update all the time, I'm not consistent with when, or what, or how much I write. Plus big things are happening in my life right now, so I might not be able to write for a bit, but never say never :P Life is full of surprises.
I've also been in a bit of a funk about writing this past month, so that has sucked, but anyway, enough about me.
This fic is based off of the film title "Goldfinger"
I haven't written much smut for these guys before, but I love their energy together in the bedroom, and I have a few more smutty fics planned for this series, so hopefully you all enjoy this one. Let me know if you do! Much love xox
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James could hear giggling from outside the door as he put his key in the door and scanned his handprint on the panel that opened up. That meant Q had company, and the Double-oh couldn't just pick up his Quartermaster and take him to bed immediately. Pity.
The door locks clicked open and James turned the handle, opening the door. Two sets of eyes were focused on him as he stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind him.
"Evening," he greeted the pair on the lounge.
Q's face lit up, "James!"
"Good evening," Moneypenny returned with a smile, "we were just having some wine and a chat."
"Come and join us," Q encouraged, patting the cushion next to him.
"I think I'll take a raincheck, but you two continue on," James insisted, going over to the lounge to give Q a brief hello kiss, "I'm gonna take a shower; it was a long flight."
"Alright, love," Q acknowledged.
James moved around the lounge, going to the drink trolley in the corner and poured himself a decent glass of scotch, "Always a pleasure, Miss Moneypenny," he toasted her.
"Double-oh-seven," she toasted him back over the lounge with her wine glass.
James strode into the bedroom, scotch in one hand, and loosened his tie with the other. He put the glass down to carefully remove his suit, hanging it up in the wardrobe. Once he was just in his underwear, James headed into the ensuite with his scotch. He turned the shower tap on and took a sip from his glass while waiting for the water to heat up.
After getting completely naked, James sat his glass in the shower niche and stepped under the water – his gun was left on the basin. He stood under the shower head, eyes closed, and took some deep breaths to empty his mind. The hot water helped to ease not only his mind, but his muscles too. After a few basic stretches, and another sip of scotch, James washed his hair, then body, taking note of the fact that he had somehow avoided collecting another scar during that last mission. He didn't keep count, or track, of the scars anymore; it felt pointless.
The bedroom door opened and closed as James was draining his glass, he just heard the soft click of the latch going into place over the cascading water. James turned the taps off and reached for his towel, patting his face dry first, then doing his hair and the rest of his body.
Saronging the towel around his waist – just in case – James exited the bathroom, gun in his right hand pointing at the floor. As it turned out there was no need for the gun or the towel.
"Mmm, you're a sight for sore eyes my dear Quartermaster," James charmed as he strode toward the bed, gaze focused on the younger man naked under the covers.
"I missed you too," Q confessed, lifting the sheet as an invitation to join him.
The gun was laid on the bedside table before James removed the towel and swiftly joined his partner under the blankets. There was no hesitation, James immediately drew Q into a deep kiss, tangling their bodies together. Q's skin was soft, but his body bony from how thin he was, it spoke nothing about his strength and stamina though, which was surprisingly high for someone who mostly lived off of earl grey tea.
Sucking on Q's bottom lip rewarded the Double-oh with a breathy moan from his younger lover. He smirked and moved on from Q's mouth, teeth nibbling at a smooth jawline, then he trailed lips down his pale neck leaving behind goosebumps in their wake.
Q made to grip the pillow under his head as James continued onto pastel pink nipples, but a flash of colour grabbed his attention. James caught Q's hand in his own, kissing up his arm until he could observe his hand.
"Trying something new Q?" James inquired openly before sucking at the pressure point in his wrist.
Q inhaled sharply, "I lost a bet with Eve," he explained, rubbing his calf along James' muscular thigh.
"Ah," James acknowledged, "I like it. The gold suits you," he divulged, lips working their way up Q's palm before slipping the middle finger into his mouth, the nail was painted in metallic gold, as were his other nine fingernails.
"You do?" Q queried, a slight blush adorning his cheeks, though that could've been from the obscene things that James was doing with his tongue.
"Yes, and you obviously don't hate it either otherwise you would have removed it already," the Double-oh observed, changing to the pointer finger and slowly rocking his hips against Q's.
"How do you know I'm not bound by the bet to leave it on?" Q asked suspiciously.
James chuckled, "I could go into detail about my nail polish knowledge, but I think that you'd rather I do other things with my mouth…" he answered, setting Q's hand down to lower himself under the covers.
"Mmm," Q hummed while James kissed down his stomach, "you're, AH, right," the secret agent had made it down low enough to kiss the head of his lover's cock.
James ran his tongue around the head and then down over the veins of Q's length. Q's breath became heavier with every flick of James' tongue, turning into short moans as he went lower. James loved to pay as much attention to each area as he could, but sometimes he wanted to spend more time on one than another. After giving each testicle a few firm licks, James let his tongue travel further still.
The covers were hastily pulled off of James' head when he pushed Q's legs to bend, giving him better access to Q's behind.
"Alright?" James looked up at his partner, hands pausing on skinny thighs.
"Yes, just wanted to see you…" Q responded a little sheepish, "carry on."
James slotted himself between Q's legs as he leaned up to kiss the genius. He was about to pull back away when long fingers found his cock and caressed it lazily. They continued to kiss with renewed vigour, until James threw his head back a little, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted and panting lightly.
"Christ, you could send a man mad," James groaned, letting his head drop down and lifting his body a little to see Q's hand on him. There was something about the gold fingertips sliding up and down his cock that had James moan deeply, a step closer to the edge than he was a moment ago.
Then the hand was gone and James' body rocked forward trying to chase after it, an unbidden whine escaped his throat, "Fuck," he cursed under his breath.
When he gazed back up at his lover's face Q was smiling so smugly that it reached his eyes, "What? I was just reciprocating," he said innocently.
A short laugh broke out of James' throat and he shook his head grinning, "I'm going to make you scream before you even feel my cock in you," he promised voice low.
Q shivered, "Better get on with it then Double-oh-seven."
James didn't wait for anymore encouragement, he shimmied back down Q's body after grabbing the lube that Q had obviously gotten out earlier.
"Turn over," he ordered.
Q did as he was told, ending up on all fours, gold nails clutching the pillows. James was there immediately, tongue sliding up between Q's ass cheeks. Another shiver passed through the genius as he exhaled deeply.
"Ah!" Q shouted as teeth sank into his ass cheek, only to be licked afterward.
Fingers pulled apart the firm cheeks to allow James better access to what he was really after; Q's tight pink hole. James slowed, gently breathing out hot air, just to watch Q squirm slightly as it hit his sensitive areas. He so enjoyed using his sexual skillset to take apart the genius piece by piece.
"Mmm, Jaaames…" Q breathed, as that talented tongue pursued his hole again, this time running circles over it.
Finally James pushed the tip of his tongue in through the tight ring, and the noise Q made had his already stiff cock even harder. The further in his tongue went the more delicious sounds his partner produced, driving James to double his efforts, and thrust his tongue in as fast as he could, swirling it easily inside the younger man and flicking the tip at the deepest point he could reach.
James couldn't get enough of Q, he loved doing this for his partner. Loved hearing the sounds he could elicit just with his tongue, and the way Q would start to tremble the longer James tongue fucked him. Mind you, Q certainly wasn't the first person that James had ever eaten out, but he was definitely James' favourite. Though it could have been bias since the agent was madly in love with his Quartermaster. It didn't really matter either way, what mattered was that Q would allow James to please him like that for the rest of their lives.
James could envision a quiet lake house or cabin in the woods, no one else around, just himself and Q. The peace and serenity only broken by Q's screams of delight as James pleasured him daily. The thought only spurred him on, wanting nothing more than to drown out the London bustle with his Quartermaster's voice.
Q's thighs began to shake, and James smirked, mouth pressed right up against hot skin. Collecting the excess saliva that was dribbling down Q's soft skin on his finger, James slid his finger straight into the slick hole next to his tongue and the younger man cried out. His moans became erratic as James fucked him steadily on his finger and tongue, using them together to bring his partner intense pleasure.
His name was a prayer on Q's lips, "James, oh good lord…I'm so close…ahh, ahh!"
James moaned deeply, cock aching with need at the sound of his lover on the edge of bliss. Inside the wet warmth of Q's ass, James curled his finger and rubbed it against the other man's prostate, his tongue circling the puckered rim and often poking the tip in along side the finger.
"Mmm-ahhh! Jaaames!" Q's desperate whine turned into a pleasured scream as his orgasm hit him, and he clenched down on James' finger. Not only Q's legs, but his whole body, shook with the force of his orgasm, and the only reason that he wasn't face first on the bed lying in his own come was because James was holding onto him.
James removed his finger and pulled back to allow Q a minute to come back to Earth. He pressed light kisses up Q's slightly sweaty back and then moved to lazily sit up against the headboard, cushioned by the pillows.
Without the support of James holding him up, Q haphazardly sprawled himself into James' lap, "Mmff, fuck," he groaned breathlessly.
"Alright there, Quartermaster?" James teased, brushing his fingers through unruly curls.
"I think I just lost ten points off of my IQ," the younger man complained with a blissed out expression etched across his face.
"I'd better fuck it back into you then, darling," James suggested huskily, cock still harder than rock, and only inches from Q's head.
Q's eyes rolled up to meet James' as a grin bloomed on his features, "That is a terrible line, but bloody hell if it isn't working for me right now…"
Q managed to lift himself into more of a sitting position as James leaned his head down to kiss his lover.
"Mm good, 'cause I'm rather fucking hard for you, dear," he responded, taking Q's bottom lip and stretching it out between his teeth.
A bruising kiss was how Q reacted, sucking on James' tongue after luring the organ into his mouth. Reaching back behind him, Q acquired the discarded lube and offered it to James, "Go on then, love," he encouraged with a playful look in his eyes.
That was all the permission James needed, and before long he had Q straddling his lap with two slick fingers penetrating him. They kissed enthusiastically, as James stretched him open keenly and expertly on two, then three fingers.
"The things you do to me James," Q sighed in pleasure, his length already gaining interest again.
"Fucking hell Q I need to be inside you," he replied, voice gruff with desire, as he nipped and licked his way along Q's pronounced collarbone.
Breathily Q uttered, "I'm ready…"
James removed his fingers and eagerly lubed himself up. They adjusted their position so that James was laying down more, but Q was still straddling him, and soon James had the tip of his leaking erection pressed to Q's stretched hole. Before James had a chance to do anything more though, Q had taken it upon himself to sink down slowly onto the waiting hardness beneath him.
James gave a wordless shout, willing his body to not give in to the desire to come there and then after suddenly being encased in the tight, wet heat of his love's body.
"You feel so good, Christ," James told him, hands gripping narrow hips tightly.
"Nothing has ever felt as fantastic in my arse as your cock, James," Q remarked, then leaned in to lick at James' lips, "except maybe your tongue," he smirked.
Such an admission from his cardigan wearing, computer nerd had James' hips bucking up of their own accord. A loud moan escaped his throat as his head pushed back into the pillows, "If you don't move soon, I will make you, you little cocktease."
Q chuckled at the threat, "Me? A cocktease? I would never…" he insisted faking offence.
Though the point was proven when James brought his head back up to look at his partner again. Q was just sitting there fully seated on James' cock, with his own growing erection in hand stroking it steadily, gold fingernails flashing as he moved, and looking like the confident bastard that he was.
If it was physically possible to be any harder than he had been a minute ago, then he one hundred percent would've been. The sight in front of him was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. And then Q put one gold fingered hand on James' chest, while the other still stroked himself and began to bounce up and down on the stiff length inside of him.
"Uh, mmnn, yeah, god, yeah," each word brought forth from James' mouth by another movement of Q's body.
The metallic flecks in the nail polish caught in the light and sparkled on James' chest, he was mesmerised by the sight, by the intense pleasure he felt, by Q. James pushed his hips up to meet Q each time he slid back down. The sound of skin hitting skin was only drowned out by the moans of ecstasy and rough grunts as the two raced toward the finish.
The gold digits clawed into his chest as James canted his hips at a different angle, both of them making equally pleased noises. His eyes kept darting between Q's face and hands, he hadn't expected to be so transfixed by a bit of nail polish but it seemed to be somewhat of a turn on for him, adding an extra element to an already intoxicating view.
"You should continue…painting your nails," James declared between breaths, taking the hand from his chest and bringing it to his mouth to suck on slim fingers.
"Shit," Q gasped, tossing his head back, eyes closed, hand still jerking himself furiously, "oh, god, James. That's-that's…!"
Q's body clenched around James and suddenly there were stars in his vision and waves of pleasure flooding his veins as he buried himself as deep as he could inside Q. A guttural groan escaped around the fingers in his mouth, his hands grasped tightly at firm ass cheeks, and he felt Q's hot come hit his stomach and chest.
Eras might have passed as James relearnt how to breath, and the world came back into sight. He laid there still in the same position, Q had slid off of him but was cuddled into his side, avoiding the previous come spot on the sheets – they'd have to change them before going to sleep. The sandman was threatening to take him already though, he hadn't been joking earlier when he'd said he'd had a long flight.
Q's satisfied voice stirred him from the post orgasmic fog, "Why should I continue to paint my nails?"
James smiled to himself, and then pressed a kiss into dark curls, "Because darling, watching you touch me and yourself with those sparkly gold nails was quite the turn on, I must admit."
"Was it just?"
James could hear the smugness in his partner's tone, "Mhmm."
"Perhaps I'll consider it for special occasions then," he told the agent before pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to James' lips.
James sighed contently, "I love you," he said softly, sleep trying to take him again.
"I love you too, James," Q replied, moving to sit up. "Now, up you get, we need to change the sheets."
