Q had wonderful dreams. Wonderful, sexy dreams about James Bond curling up behind him, turning his face to capture his lips in a kiss, grinding his hips against his arse in the most delicious manner. Q responded by pushing his hips backward, enjoying the contact, enjoying Bond's rough stubble as their tongues entwined. Then suddenly they were shagging right in his office, Bond taking a hand and swiping over the top of the desk, pushing all its contents off and throwing Q on top of it, snogging him silly. The dream Q was making a high-pitched keening sound as Bond found that delicious spot inside of him and just as things were about to get really good Q's eyes popped open and he was staring at the dark night and the dim red glow of his alarm clock. He blinked a few times and shifted his body, very disoriented, and brushed up against the solid body that was spooned around him.

Q immediately stiffened, his mind catching up to his surroundings. Of course he remembered what had happened last night. On the mission and afterward, how he and Bond had ended up in bed together, just sleeping. He was so used to waking up alone, at precisely the right time right before his alarm clock went off, that anything otherwise just felt… abnormal. He heard Bond mumble something in his sleep and Q relaxed, grateful that he (probably) hadn't heard anything that he may have been shouting out loud during his over-enthusiastic dream. His body slowly began to melt into the warm body behind him. Q had leeway to make his own hours, particularly after a late work night, but he almost never took that liberty. But for today, he was pleased he was able to close his eyes, pull James' arm around him and settle back to sleep for just a little longer, letting the wanting ache in his body simmer until a more appropriate hour.

When he awoke the second time, it was to light kisses along the nape of his neck. He could feel the sunshine streaming lightly through the side of his curtains, warming him. That was another odd feeling as he almost always was up and out of his flat before daybreak. Bond shifted closer as he noticed Q coming to consciousness, beginning to nip lightly along his shoulders and then soothe the skin with his tongue. His hand ran very gently over the curve of Q's hip and up to the side of his ribs.

"Mmm," Q mumbled incoherently, his body giving a little shudder. This was a nice way to wake up. He rolled over to his back and squinted at Bond who appeared to be grinning down at him but he couldn't be certain.

"Good morning, sunshine."

Q felt around for his glasses on the nightstand and then placed them on his head, using one hand to push them up the bridge of his nose.

"I need these to see your over-eager face. Why are you so bloody chipper this early in the morning?"

Bond certainly did look pleased and well rested. He had that attractive day-old stubble just like in the dream, Q noted with satisfaction. He let his hand come up to brush against Bond's cheek, Bond turning his head quickly to catch his fingertips in a kiss. He really wasn't a morning person, but he could get used to this.

"The anticipation of this moment has gotten me rather excited, admittedly." Bond captured Q's hand and kept it pressed to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick just the very tips of them.

"And what moment is that?" Q shuddered again, the tiny connection between the two of their bodies suddenly seeming electric.

"Waking up in the Quartermaster's bed, about to thoroughly ravish him." Bond sucked Q's index finger into his mouth up to the first knuckle, swirling his tongue ever so gently around the digit before removing it slowly. Q closed his eyes for a moment.

"Ah, thought about this before then, have you?" Q kept his voice soft and even, amazed he was able to do so with Bond staring at him so intently, his fingers grasped in Bond's hand, his heart beating quicker yet again.

Bond grinned wolfishly, feeling Q's beating pulse through his grasp. "More than once or twice, honestly." Q let that information wash over him, secretly pleased.

"And what kind of things did you think about, 007?" Q decided to play a little, not wanting to give in so easily. Besides, he was interested to know what Bond fantasized about. Very interested. And he did so like to hear him talk.

"Well," Bond began, moving to press his body half on top of Q's lithe frame, his mouth coming to rest near Q's ear, his hips settling against Q's side. Q was familiar with this breathy sound in his ear now, and was pleased that he could now feel the accompanying breathing on his neck, as well as the rest of the press of Bond's warm body. "I thought about what it would feel like to lick up your collarbone, graze your neck with my teeth, nip your ear, feel your voice vibrate against me as you moan with pleasure." He paused to play out those exact movements, and Q responded vocally as Bond had indicated.

Q threw his head back, offering his neck up and James took advantage, sliding his body all the way on top of Q's, bracing himself with his elbows, one leg sliding between Q's legs. At the first real contact of their groins, both men groaned in eager anticipation. Bond bent his head down to Q's neck again, lips brushing over the soft skin, sucking just underneath the base of his jaw below his ear, relishing in the vibrations coming from Q as he made small sounds of pleasure.

"Your moans are so much nicer in person," Bond complimented and Q blushed slightly.

"Your lips on me are so much nicer than just your voice and my imagination," Q returned. Bond stopped his attention on Q's neck to meet his eyes. They were a clear deep green now, and full of lust. The easy laze of morning was starting to be driven from their bodies, a sudden urgency springing up between the two of them.

"Tell me, Quartermaster," Bond said as he sat up slightly and gently removed Q's glasses. "What did you imagine?"

Q let out a breath, wondering where to start, still hardly believing this was happening. "Your lips. Kissing me, hard, your tongue pushing against mine while your hands wander down my body." Q had to pause as Bond's lips crashed down on his as he had described, one hand first cupping his face and then sliding downward over taught nipples and a flat stomach. It paused above the waistband of his shorts. Q groaned, pushing his hips upward but Bond didn't give in just yet. "I thought about you pushing me against the wall in my office, grinding your hips into me, unzipping my trousers and sinking to your knees."

Bond began to move quicker now, shifting down the bed, pulling off Q's shorts and revealing his very hard cock. Q hadn't been touched yet and was trembling, drinking in the sight of Bond waiting on his knees above him, giving him a look of pure desire. It was almost too much.

"Oh God, please, just suck my cock."

Bond grinned then bent his head down to lick a stripe up the underside before taking it in his mouth, tongue swirling around the head. They were through with teasing. His other hand reached down to cup Q's balls and Q began to moan very loudly.

"You're quite vocal," Bond mumbled, his lips still wrapped around Q's cock. Q was only able to get out a small laugh that was more like a hiccup as Bond began to move his mouth more quickly, his tongue running along the sensitive underside with each movement up and down. After a minute Bond pulled off of Q with a loud pop, one hand still pumping his length slowly, the other hand moving down lower. "I do hope part of your fantasy involved me fucking you into the mattress."

Q really felt words were beyond him at that point and just nodded. He turned slightly to scramble around in his nightstand for lube and a condom, finally locating them. Bond had moved up higher on the mattress and Q took the opportunity to remove Bond's boxer briefs.

"Now, I wish I still had my glasses on," Q grinned as he sat up to appreciate Bond's nakedness finally. He ran his hands over the biceps, down the well-muscled stomach, up the strong thighs before finally grasping his firm cock with both hands and stroking him swiftly, twisting slightly as he reached the top. Q moved lower to lightly cup his balls and he heard the delicious sound of Bond's gasp and saw his clear blue eyes close in pleasure. It was quite empowering.

"Get me ready." Q was surprised at the power and the need in his own voice.

Bond threw Q back against the pillows roughly, pushing one leg to the side, his lips returning to encircle his cock. Q felt the press of a cold and lubricated finger at his entrance, doing his best to relax as he felt it slide in without much pretense.

"Fuck," Q bit out. He wriggled against the finger and felt another slide slowly inside, Bond's other hand holding him firmly open. He began to move them in and out slowly before pushing them in deeper, scissoring inside of him, Q mewling and grasping at the back of James' head.

"Please, please, please," Q began to chant, his head falling back and his eyes closing. The morning had been an entire sensory overload and he thought he couldn't take much more of it. "Want your cock, now, James."

He felt the fingers withdraw, heard the slide of the condom and then it was Bond's cock pushing against him, sliding into him, filling him up. He pushed in so slowly, allowing Q time to adjust to his length, Q's hands wrapping around Bond's biceps tightly. As he slid all the way in and rested their lips met briefly, tongues sliding before Q pulled away, the sensation of being filled and his cock being pressed into his stomach almost too much.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Bond said, looking down at the unfiltered pleasure that was running across Q's face. Q didn't have it in him anymore to be inhibited, and he opened his eyes to look at Bond's face. This side of Bond was too new to him to really know what to read in his expression. But it made his heart race even faster.

Bond set a slow pace at first, allowing his body to fall on top of Q's, enjoying the younger man's body trapped beneath him. Q ran his hands along Bond's short hair and down his back, one finger catching over the scar on his shoulder. Their lips met again, Q sucking Bond's tongue as it made its way into his mouth, pulling his legs back so Bond could push deeper inside him, finding an easy rhythm together. It had been a long time, too long, and the push of Bond's cock inside him felt so good. Bond broke away from Q's lips, pulling back to sit on his haunches and pulling Q's hips back with him. The new angle hit Q in just the right way, and when Bond began to wrap his hand around his cock and pump in time with his thrusting, Q's entire body began to shudder.

"Oh God, I'm close," Q moaned out, feeling as if he should be lasting longer, one hand grasping Bond's hand on his hip and the other fisted into the sheets. Bond looked down at the sight before him, the beautiful lithe body that his cock was pushing in and out of, the long neck, the curls flopping down over Q's closed eyes. Bond could feel himself drawing near the edge as well, and he began to pump faster, really fucking Q hard now.

The sensation of Bond rubbing against his prostate and fisting tightly around his cock suddenly became too much and Q was coming, spilling out over Bond's hand and onto his stomach, feeling it smear between the two of them. On his lips was a litany of words that were mostly yes, please, James and fuck. Bond smiled with some male pride tugging up the corner of his lips, feeling the spasming muscles squeezing his cock and enjoying the vision of a totally glazed over and fucked out Q. He came hard into Q's tight body, moaning out a string of curses himself.

Q semi-reluctantly opened his eyes to watch James' face, still feeling the echoes of pleasure wash through him as James continued to fuck him through his orgasm. Though this was technically the third time he'd heard him come, he desperately wanted to see what that moment would look like on Bond's strong features. Q watched the athletic body tighten and then relax, pleasure dancing over every muscle in Bond's face in a beautiful flicker, and then Bond's eyes slowly opening to meet his own. Q grinned before reaching up to pull Bond down into a kiss that was slow and sensual as he slowed his thrusting.

Then Bond collapsed onto Q, his head falling next to his, careful to catch his body on his forearms so as to not actually crush him. Both listened to the heavy breathing near each other's ears, feeling the familiarity of that feeling and the sharp contrast of a strong body attached to it this time. After a few moments Bond rolled away, throwing the condom in a bin and returning to a messy Q who was looking for his Kleenex box.

Bond grabbed him from behind and pulled him into his body.

"I'm all sticky," Q said, but didn't protest otherwise.

"It's alright. We need a shower anyhow."

Q felt his heart rate begin to return to normal, and could feel James' do the same as he leaned back against him. Plus, he had said "we." They lay in silence for a while, Q looking at the curtains flickering in the corner and the bright sunlight it was emitting, suddenly wondering what time it was and how late to work he was already. He twisted to look at the clock.

"I've got to go to the office," Q said, beginning to sit up and thinking about how he was rubbish at what to say in situations like these.

"It's Sunday," Bond murmured, sounding sleepy. "Stay in bed."

"Sunday's not a day off in the world of espionage." Q located his glasses again and his shorts, pulling them on quickly. He turned back and leaned down, awkwardly kissing Bond on the forehead before beginning to get out of bed.

Bond frowned and pulled Q against him.

"Don't be daft. I want to take you to breakfast and then maybe shag again before you can even consider work."

"You don't have to do that, Bond." Q's voice sounded detached as he pulled away and began searching through a pile on the floor.

"Do what, Q?" Q was flitting around the room now, gathering clothes and pushing others near his laundry bin with his foot.

"Say that. The breakfast bit and the shagging later." He didn't know why his mouth kept going, but it did. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism. Give up first so you don't have to feel the pain of rejection.

"But I want to." Bond was looking at Q with an exasperated look but he didn't see it as he pulled out two mismatching socks from his wardrobe. "Q. Look at me."

This time Q did stop, the tone in Bond's voice making him look up. Bond cursed his fucking reputation, knowing that it was getting in the way of something potentially great with Q. He got up from the bed, still naked, and walked over to where Q was standing by an exceptionally precariously stacked pile of books, taking him by the hand, pulling him back to the bed and then kissing him gently. He pulled away and then looked Q in the eyes.

"I said that because I meant it. I'm sorry if I wasn't clear earlier. I thought maybe we could try breakfast, and then more shagging later. And maybe play out some more of your fantasies. And see where that went. What do you think?"

Q held his breath, surprised.

"I just thought… you just, normally…" Q struggled to find the words.

"I know."

And despite all of it, despite the flirty banter, despite the sort-of threeway, and despite the vigorous sex they had just had, Q was still unsure. He looked down, thinking.

"I like you, Q. A lot."

"Why?" God, why did he have to ask such idiotic questions?

Bond smiled at him, even though Q wasn't meeting him in the eye. Without hesitation, he said, "You make me laugh, you're smart, and you're really fucking sexy in those glasses. And I already trust you with my life. It's not a hard leap to make."

Q didn't meet Bond's gaze yet, turning over the serious words in his mind. Of course Bond was right. Logically. Q felt his heart fluttering but he quashed the feelings, not wanting to get too hopeful yet.

So instead he said, "You think my glasses are sexy?"

"I thought I made that very apparent already."

Q looked up and grinned a little bit. "Alright well, how about dinner after work instead?"

Bond's face lit up. "Great. How do you feel about Chinese?"

Q nodded. "I'll ring you when I'm done."

Bond pulled him in for another kiss, his hands sliding down Q's back and pushing him close to his body. He began to lightly suck on his neck, while Q batted at him.

"James, I really do have to go. And I don't need a big hickey on my neck to announce to the world that I'm being fucked by James Bond."

"Well, I wouldn't mind that actually."

"Of course you wouldn't."

Q finally escaped Bond's grabby hands and made it to the shower safely. Bond grinned, falling back against the pillows and stretching out languorously, then curled his body back up into the sheets. Q may have to go into work but he didn't. He just had a report to fill out which he could half-ass tomorrow. He thought about how his boxes were still only half un-packed at his new flat. Hopefully Q wouldn't mind if he had a little kip here now. He smiled, completely relaxed as he dozed off to the soft sound of the shower's spray.

A/N: Well, I think I might have one more chapter in me to sum it up. Thanks again for reading and responding!