Once they're both changed, and after Q tries very hard not to stare at Bond too much and pus in his contacts, he heads out toward the stairs, letting James grab the towels for them both. "I do hope the water hasn't cooled down too much from the rain." he says thoughtfully as he slowly descends the stairs to the platform below where he can slip into the water.
Following Q down toward the water, James puts the towels within easy reach, then he smirks as he watches the younger man look down at the water almost with trepidation. "Shall we?" He asks before he dives smoothly into the clear blue water, gliding down before he changes direction and surfaces to look up at the gangly man, ice blue eyes sliding over him slowly and admiring his form.
"Not all of us are that graceful." Q says simply before he lowers himself down and slides into the water, gasping a little since while it's warm, it's still cooler than the ambient air temperature. He soon relaxes though and he smiles a little as he looks at Bond. "What?" he asks as he sees the other man staring at him.
Swimming back a little, Bond watches Q slide into the water, the way his hair starts to get damp around the edges, sticking to his neck. "Nothing, Q." he says innocently, then smiles a little. "You should wear contacts more often. Your eyes are wonderful." He says quietly as he moves closer to the other man.
A small snort comes from the brunette, and he moves back from James as he approaches, a small smirk quirking the corner of his lips. "Contacts bother me when I wear them for extended periods of time. Not to mention my glasses protect me from the glare of my laptops." he says simply as he watches the older man approach, trying to swim backwards at the same speed, but he's not nearly as good of a swimmer as James is.
Noticing he's not making much progress on top of the water, James decides to take another tactic and he smirks before diving under the water, swimming toward a confused Q before he reaches out to grab one of his feet, pulling the younger, surprised man under the water. Once he's under, he grabs Q's waist to pull him down a little further, kissing him before allowing them both to surface, laughing a little as he helps Q to push his hair away from his face to look less like a drowned rat.
"Bloody hell, James!" Q splutters a little, trying to give the blonde an annoyed look, but it comes out a more affectionately amused than annoyed. Finally, he runs a hand through his now wet hair and shakes his head a little. "You are at least part fish. No wonder you joined the Navy." He says as he swims back away from the other man suspiciously, running a hand over his face to wipe some water off of it.
Looking more smug with himself than he had any right to, James approaches Q again, grabbing him around the waist and dragging their bodies together, being more than capable of keeping them both afloat. "Oh, no.. you're not getting away yet.." He says with a little laugh. "Perhaps I should have warned you, but I have always loved swimming.. and I've always found swimming with a partner to be.. enjoyable.." he murmurs softly, dipping his head a little to kiss along Q's jaw, nipping at his skin lightly, licking away some droplets of water while he slides his hand up the other man's back, spread out just below his shoulder blades.
Groaning a little as he surrenders momentarily and tilts his head back, Q sighs as his eyes close for a moment. "James.." He says in a slightly warning tone, letting him proceed for a few more moments before he puts a hand on James' chest and pushes himself away. "Your libido is getting the better of you." He teases before he chuckles a little. "Consider this a lesson in celibacy." He says as he moves back far enough to dive under the water and around the older man, not as graceful or powerful as Bond, but he's always been a good swimmer, able to hold his breath for a long period of time as well. For a few moments he swims, not able to reach the bottom, before he arcs up back out of the water. Of course, trying to hold his breath may not have been the best idea, and as soon as he takes a breath, he starts a coughing fit, a little bit of water splashing back into his mouth which just makes it worse.
Disappointed and frustrated but watching Q with interest, James immediately starts to swim toward the sick man when he starts coughing, looping one arm around his waist and laying him back in the water. "This was a bad idea.. Relax, Q.. just relax.." He says as he swims backward toward the dock while gently holding onto the younger man, finally grabbing onto the dock and just holding him, head resting beside the brunette's gently.
When the coughing finally stops, Q just takes slow, deep breaths, closing his eyes for a few moments and resting his head back against James's shoulder as he floats there on his back. "I suppose I'm not quite as recovered as I would like." he reluctantly admits, closing his eyes against the sun, taking another few deep breaths, curling one hand around the strong arm that's across his chest. "Maybe I'd better go inside.." he says slowly, starting to right himself.
Nodding a little, James kisses the spot right in front of Q's ear before he helps him up onto the dock and follows him out. "Yeah, I think you should rest. I don't want this turning into something like pneumonia." His tone is worried as he watches the young brunette, following him up out of the water, and probably hovering a little, protectively, but he is very concerned about his Quartermaster's health.
Getting a bit annoyed with the hovering, Q gives James' shoulder a weak shove. "I am not going to collapse, Bond." He says, the use of his last name showing his annoyance more than anything. "I'm just a little tired." He says as he dries off, then trudges up the stairs, rubbing the towel over his hair as he goes, straight to the bedroom to change into some boxers and the pants from before, deciding that it's not worth it to put on a shirt at the moment.
Following Q after drying himself off, James hangs the towels up to dry in the bathroom before he goes to change, following the example of the younger man and just putting on a pair of shorts but leaving himself shirtless, before he follows Q out into the main room. Despite the fact that the boffin claims to feel weak, James still finds himself manhandled down onto the couch with a lap full of the brunette who has apparently decided he is more comfortable than the couch cushions. When everything is said and done, James just laughs a little. "Comfortable?" he asks, sounding amused, turning his head to kiss the mop of brunette hair that ended up on his shoulder, with the rest of the pale, lean body leaned back against his chest. Curious more to see what Q's response will be than anything else, the blonde trails the fingers of one hand up the younger man's chest. He may be trying to behave, but the boffin put himself in this situation, and so it's his fault.
"Yes, I am quite comfortable actually. You make a surprisingly good pillow." Q notes simply, arching his back a little as he gets comfortable, which presses his chest into the calloused hands of the double-oh behind him for a moment before he relaxes and folds his arms on top of Bond's.
"Now stay still and behave like a proper pillow."
Quick chappy, not really anything important, just a touch of pure fluff. I have a few more things that I want to do for sure, so don't worry! I can only do so much fluff though, so we'll see where it leads.
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