It could have been five minutes or an hour as Q sort of zones out against Bond's shoulder, but he finally comes back to himself, taking a deep breath as he opens his eyes a looks up at James. "How long was I out of it?" He asks after a few moments, knowing he wasn't really asleep since he doesn't feel like it, he was just focusing o his breathing and on James' heartbeat.
"Hm? Just a few hours.. Come on.. lets move you inside before you get worse from the chill out here." James says before he starts to get up, drawing Q up with him, leading the younger man inside and closing the doors before he leads the genius over to the couch. "Take the robe back off, shirt too, then get comfortable. " He nearly orders, moving with predatory grace toward the bedroom, coming back with a little bottle in his hands.
Still feeling a little out of it, Q does as he's told, removing his shirt and robe, laying on the couch on his stomach, a comfortable position since it doesn't seem to put pressure on his lungs. Still, he gives a few small coughs before his eyes half-close, waiting for Bond to return. When he sees the bottle, he adds, "That had better not be lube, unless you are kinkier than I imagined." he says with a little chuckle.
"Now who's mind is in the gutter?" James challenges with an arch of an eyebrow. "It's massage oil, actually." He says as he shows it to Q. "I thought you might appreciate it, and it would keep me occupied." He says with a small chuckle. "Bloody hell, I'm going stir crazy." he says as he sits beside Q's hips, spreading some oil on his hands before he reaches out, smoothing it over Q's back and starting a gentle massage..
Q grumbles a little, then groans softly as he starts to relax under the ministrations of the agent. "Then go.. out.. go for a walk or a swim or something.." he mumbles, before he smiles. "However will you manage to stay here for another week or more with me, when there is no one to kill, no one to shag... Well.. there are lots of people to shag most likely. Many young, nubile women.." He says as he glances at Bond with a little smirk.
Chuckling a little to himself as he keeps up with the massage, James shakes his head a little. "Yes, no doubt there are many women who would be a willing bed partner.." he says casually as he looks at Q. "How many times do I have to tell you I do not want them, not now?" Bond asks as he looks down at the younger man in front of him, admiring the stretch of pale skin under his hands. "Maybe I'll go for a run and let you sleep after this." Shaking his head a little, James leans down to kiss his head gently.
"Once more, as always, James." Q murmurs with a little giggle, thinking of Pirates of the Caribbean when he says it, though he's fairly sure that James will not understand the reference. "Yes, go out, burn off some of that energy of yours." He says with a little smile. "That feels lovely. You are a man of many talents, Mr. Bond.." He says with a small sigh as he continues to relax. "I haven't slept this much in years... I feel like I should be awake and productive. I swear, after I'm better, I'm not going to sleep for days." He grumbles quietly, yawning and then coughing a little. "Load up a movie for me, will you?" He asks hopefully.
With a small smile, James nods quietly, "You know, I hope you're not always going to be this demanding. When you're feeling better, I hope you give as good as your take." He notes with a little smirk, shaking his head again for a moment, gently finishing off the massage, wiping his hands off before he loads up a movie for Q, arranging the laptop so the younger man can see it, before he covers him with a blanket. "There you go.. relax and sleep. The rain is light enough now, I think I'll go out for a bit." he says as he goes to change into some sweats, throwing on a light jacket as well. By the time he's putting on trainers, Q is asleep and he smiles fondly at the young man, locking the door behind him before he starts to run in the slight drizzle, keeping to the paths.
It's two hours before Bond figures he's circled every road at the resort, but he doesn't want to wake Q up by going back just yet, so he stops at the main building. Handing a surprisingly dry bill to the bellhop who comes over with a towel, James smiles at the young boy before he dries himself off a bit, pulling off his jacket, thankful that he is somewhat dry underneath as he makes his way toward the bar. "Lovely weather you have here." he says with a little smile at the woman behind the bar as he sits down, towel draped around his neck, and he lays his jacket on the seat next to him. "You can charge the drinks to my room, can't you? I'm afraid I didn't exactly go out with money.." he says as he motions to his workout clothes.
"Of course, sir." The dark-skinned brunette behind the bar says with a little smile, her eyes flickering to his ring and then she adds, "I hope you and your wife are enjoying your stay."
Bond glances down at his ring and he smiles a little, fiddling a bit with it. "Husband, actually." he says as he looks up at the girl with a soft smile. "And we were enjoying ourselves for the first few days. Unfortunately he caught the flu before we left, I think, he's in an awful state, so I thought I would let him rest. I am, however, a rather.. active man." he says suggestively with a bit of a smirk, before he gives his martini order to the bartender.
The woman's demeanor changes slightly, and she gets a sympathetic look. "Oh, that's a terrible way to spend your honeymoon." When she gets a questioning look from James, she laughs softly, preparing the martini. "You can always tell the newlyweds. They aren't used to wearing the ring yet." She says as she motions toward his hand. "They're happy about it, just not used to it." She gives a small shrug, pouring his drink into a glass and slides it across the counter to the older man. "What's he like, your husband?" She asks conversationally as she starts to clean up a few things.
Taking a sip of the martini appreciatively, James considers for a few moments before he laughs softly. "Oh, that is quite a loaded question.." he says quietly, but there's already an affectionate note to his voice that makes it obvious he has deep feelings for his 'husband'. "Quentin is a complicated man." he says as he looks down into his glass, then up at the bartender. "We are complete opposites in some ways, but perhaps that's why I'm so fascinated by him. He's an honest-to-god, certifiable genius. He's got a sharp mind and a sharp tongue to go with it. Younger than I am, and easy to underestimate." he says as he takes another sip of his martini.
The young bartender giggles softly and she smiles. "They do say opposites attract, and you'd be surprised how much I see that sort of thing here." She says quietly as she considers it, tilting her head and brushing some hair behind her shoulder. "Is he handsome?" She asks, slightly playful.
James nods slowly, eyebrows going up for a moment. "Oh yes. He looks like his skin has never seen the sun, and it's soft. I wish he wouldn't hide his eyes behind his glasses all the time, but he objects to contact lenses. Still, when I do get those glasses off, he has the most beautiful green eyes. HIs hair is utterly ridiculous, long, but I could run my hands through it for hours, and every time he talks.." he trails off, eyes closing for a few moments. "His voice can go from cold and aloof to a warm drizzle of honey.." he sighs a little, realizing how very smitten he is with his quartermaster.
"You must love him very much. It's good, a lot of couples won't talk about their partner like that. I think you two could last." The bartender offers with another little smile as she looks at him for a few moments.
"I hope he knows what a lucky man he is."
There's no harm in telling a stranger how you feel, right? At least for James. :D It's a good thing Q is asleep or he might be hacking video cameras to try and find James, and this might not look very good.
Next chapter will be cuteness, and Q being better! Or maybe more conversations with bartenders. I haven't decided.
I hope you are all enjoying this, let me know what you think!