A/N: Grr, well this chapter gave me some trouble. I actually wrote out five completely different versions. And I got sick AGAIN over the weekend. Sorry for a bit of a wait, and thanks for sticking with me 'til the end! How much sex can I fit into one story? Answer: a lot.
The Sunday afternoon spent at work turned into a long evening when a few unexpected projects came up and a mission in Budapest required Q's attention. He called Bond to ask if they could take a rain check on dinner and was pleasantly surprised when he offered to bring in some take away so he could have a short dinner break.
When Bond waltzed in to Q-branch he found Q seated at the center of the room, screens projected on the wall in front of him, a laptop and a tablet both on the desk in front of him, and his omnipresent Q mug steaming by his hand. As Bond approached he admired the wavy flip of Q's dark hair, the tie that was loose around the long neck, and the slender fingers that stroked the keys. Q was guiding 008 through what appeared to be a dank warehouse, schematics pulled up on his screen and camera feeds on the projected screen on the wall. Q smiled at him quickly and then turned his attention back to the screens.
"Sorry, I'll be about ten more minutes," Q said, speaking to Bond but eyes glued to the screen.
"That's alright," Bond replied. He sat down at a nearby desk, surveying the room as he waited. There was only one other Q-branch employee present at the moment, and she was currently buried in her laptop across the room. Hungry, Bond started pulling out the containers and lined them up neatly. He pulled the lid off a container of steamed dumplings, trying to decide if he could handle waiting ten minutes to eat as he listened to the chatter between Q and 008.
Q glanced over at the slight rustling and the delicious smell that was wafting over. "Give me one of those," he called to Bond. "I haven't eaten since breakfast."
"So demanding," Bond tutted, bringing the container over near Q and leaning against the table with his hip. As he did he looked down at Q's hands, thinking how he wouldn't want to get them messy as he was still typing. Q met his eyes briefly and tipped his head a bit, giving a small but brilliant smile. Bond returned the expression, his fingers reaching down to grab the dumpling and bring it up to Q's lips. Q opened his mouth to take in the food, Bond allowing him to take his fingers in slightly and close around them. He brushed his thumb against Q's bottom lip as he drew away. Q hummed his appreciation in what sounded a bit like a soft moan and Bond brought his fingers to his own lips to lick off any remaining traces of the food.
"What exactly are you doing, Q?" 008's amplified voice asked. Bond could see from the screen that the agent was nearing the far end of the building.
"Just eating dinner," Q answered, licking his lips and scanning ahead on his screen, fingers still clicking quickly on the keys.
"Sounds… delicious…" came the flirtatious reply and Bond gave Q a hard and possessive look. Q saw this but ignored him, tipping his head to indicate to Bond to feed him another dumpling.
"Next door on your left is now open, fifty meters. Two men waiting on the other side. Up those stairs and your ride is right outside." He opened his lips and Bond fed him another morsel, Q's teeth gently scraping the pads of Bond's fingers. Q swallowed and then licked his lips again, Bond following the movements intently with his eyes. He leaned forward ever so slightly into Q's personal space, lips hovering around his jaw. The corner of Q's mouth turned up slightly as Bond drew closer but he shook his head very minutely, eyes flicking over to the lab tech seated at the other end of the room.
"Two minutes," Q whispered.
"Two minutes to what?" 008 responded, a bit out of breath due to his marathon run.
"Mind your own business," Q said happily as Bond leaned back and fed him one more dumpling, his fingers lingering against Q's tongue. Q was definitely more relaxed and in his element with his keyboard attached to his fingers, Bond noted.
"Who's there with you? Is it 007? Because if it is-"
"You'll do what exactly?" Bond said into the microphone in front of Q.
"For fuck's sake Bond, we're a little busy here. Can't you keep it in your pants for ten minutes?"
Bond laughed, his voice full of mirth. "Don't be jealous."
"Just because you've got it bad for the Quartermaster doesn't mean-"
"I don't believe my personal life is up for discussion right now," Q cut in. "Are you out the door yet?"
"Yes. I see my ride." Q confirmed this on the screen and watched them speed away down the busy street. He monitored their departure and listened briefly to the conversation between 008 and the agent driving the car.
"I'm giving you to Sarah now."
"Have fun with your dinner, Q, Bond," 008 teased. Q ignored this, winding up his cables and sipping from his tea to take a moment to think. He knew that he and Bond wouldn't be able to keep the fact that they were sleeping together quiet for more than two seconds. Bond was incapable of keeping his hands to himself. What did you expect from MI6's biggest flirt? The news would probably be public knowledge by Monday. He hoped he wouldn't have to endure some kind of embarrassing lecture from M. He grimaced at the thought.
"Sarah?" Q called to the lone tech in the room. She looked up from her laptop at Q then looked over to Bond, noticing his close proximity and sly look. She looked back at Q who was doing his best to seem normal as he was fiddling with his tablet. Bond shifted away under her gaze, but the smug grin still remained.
"Yeah, boss?"
"Monitor 008's car. They've got an hour to the airport. Only get me if there's an emergency. And a real one, not some exploding nonsense like last time."
"Got it." She walked over to take over the station Q was currently sitting at and was still looking at Bond, obviously curious about his presence. "Where are you going?"
"To eat dinner. In my office. Knock. Emergency only." She tried not to stare after him as Q turned to leave. Bond gathered the food back into the bag and swept after Q, the office door closing loudly in the near silence of Q-branch.
Once through the door Q turned around to look at Bond, catching the predatory glimpse in his eye as he dropped the take away bag on the desk and then turned to push Q firmly up against the door.
"I don't like you working with other agents," Bond said as he pressed his body against Q's, the younger man shuddering against him as Bond's lips moved across his neck.
"Don't worry. You're my favorite, 007." Bond licked up the shell of his ear and Q moaned loudly, one hand grasping against Bond's blonde head.
"James," Bond corrected.
"James." Q breathed out the name as Bond's left hand traveled slowly down his neck, over his chest and down to his hardening erection. Q strained against the hand. "I thought you were hungry."
Bond grinned at him. "Are you trying to give me an opening for some terrible pun?"
"No, just being…" He paused as Bond kissed him fully on the lips. "…practical. I am your Quartermaster after all." Bond palmed Q through the fabric of his trousers, pressing his own cock into Q's hip.
"I can wait. What did you say about me sinking to my knees here in your office? Sucking you off?" Bond's voice was getting deeper, the words curling around Q's mind, a blush forming in his cheeks.
"Yes, I believe that's what I said." Bond pulled down the zip of Q's trousers, pushing them down all the way and revealing Q's now fully hard cock. Bond moved to his knees, one hand pushing against Q's hip to keep him anchored to the door, the other sliding oh so lightly against the heated skin. Q groaned and let his head fall back, making a small thud against the door. He briefly thought of Sarah at the table a mere thirty meters away. Oh well. He had a feeling this kind of thing would be happening very frequently.
Bond dipped his head, his tongue coming out to lick lightly from the base of Q's cock to the tip, pausing on the top to swirl around the head. Q's hands came to thread in Bond's hair gently and he bit his lip to keep from groaning too loudly. Bond brought the head inside his mouth, tongue licking against the skin in a slow circle. He then pushed lower, bringing more of Q inside, slowly sinking lower until Q was brushing against the back of his throat.
"Fuck, James," Q ground out, his hips beginning to buck but being held in place by Bond's firm grip. Bond began a slow pace, bobbing up and down, tongue licking upward with each stroke. One hand remained firmly on Q's waist and the other moved to wrap around the base of Q's cock and alternate from stroking upward in time with Bond's mouth and moving lower to cup Q's balls.
"You're very talented," Q laughed as a particularly deep suck caused him to close his eyes. He let the feelings of pleasure travel through his body, beginning to tremble with the exertion of straining against Bond's hot mouth and the rest of his body coiling and struggling to remain still and upright. He opened his eyes and looked down at the top of Bond's head, enjoying the vision of his cock moving in and out of those full lips and Bond's left hand gripping him like a vice while the other was out of view below doing blessedly sinful things. Suddenly he wanted to be closer and he tugged at the blonde hair. Bond hummed and continued sucking, his tongue flattening and drawing upward wickedly.
"James, please," Q called out. He pulled on the hair a little harder and Bond reluctantly let Q fall from his mouth. He continued to wrap his hand around Q's cock and kept pumping as he stood up again, leaning closer until his lips were resting right over Q's.
"What do you want, Q?" Bond's voice was breathy and warm. Q closed his eyes and then opened them, looking at the electric blue eyes staring at him with intensity and desire. He felt his heart leap and his pulse race even faster.
Q's voice was quiet and Bond had to lean closer to catch the words. "I want you to bend me over my desk and fuck me, hard." Bond's eyes narrowed with pleasure and his trademark smug smile appeared. He pulled away, letting go of Q's cock in order to rid him of the rest of his clothes, yanking down the trousers while Q struggled with his tie. Bond pulled roughly at the cardigan and button-down shirt, and Q put his hands on Bond's over-eager ones to slow him down.
"Careful. I still need to wear this afterward." Bond pouted and let Q undo the buttons while he pulled his own tshirt over his head. Q looked on appreciatively as he finally shrugged out of his own shirt and stood naked and hard in front of Bond's appraising gaze. He stepped closer to paw at Bond's dark jeans, pulling out the belt quickly and shoving his pants down, attacking his body as soon as it was revealed to him, palming the very hard cock. Bond pulled him closer and walked them over to the desk, their aching cocks brushing against each other with each step and lips remaining locked.
Q felt the desk behind him and felt Bond putting his hands on his hips to pull him upward until he was seated on top of it. He parted his thighs and Bond stepped forward, pushing his hard body against Q's smaller frame, Q moving his legs to lock around Bond's hips and keep him close. Their lips came together again, hard and desperate, tongues sliding while Q ground his hips forward. Bond groaned into Q's lips, pulling back to lightly trace the outside with his tongue and then bringing his finger up to trace the same pattern. Q opened his mouth lightly and took in the finger, swirling his tongue around the digit before taking it in further and sucking hard. He unhooked his legs and Bond pulled back, removing Q's glasses and allowing Q to put his feet on the floor and rotate his body, bending over the hard surface. He stared at his pen collection and the side of his keyboard as he waited in anticipation, body quivering. He felt Bond's gaze slide across his body and he spread his legs further.
"Just do it already, James!" Q complained, wriggling his arse slightly. He felt Bond's hands slide down his spine and across his hips slowly, one moving lower to part his cheeks gently.
"You are demanding," Bond chuckled. Q squirmed as he felt the spit-slicked finger slide between his arse, his cock getting harder as he felt the warm digit pushing gently against him. He struggled to relax himself, Bond using one hand to hold his hip against the desk solidly while his finger pushed inside slowly. Q's hips twisted at the intrusion, gasping as a second finger slid inside as well. Bond's fingers were thick and he worked them inward, scissoring and stretching Q's muscles as he writhed under his ministrations.
"You are so beautiful like this," Bond whispered. "Look at you, squirming on my fingers. Aching for my cock to fill you up." Q struggled to move his hips as he pushed back against Bond, the movements restrained by Bond's hand pushing steadily down on the small of Q's back.
"Yes, James, want you, please" Q begged, face pressed in to the desk. His body was wound tightly and he moved to grasp the other end of the desk with his hands, pushing aside some of his equipment in the process. Bond's hand slid from the base of Q's spine upward, reaching to grasp the back of his neck, holding Q gently but firmly as the young body undulated beneath him.
"Are you ready?" Bond's voice was smooth as steel and Q nodded. He felt the fingers withdraw and heard Bond sliding on a condom. Q smiled to himself as he realized Bond must have brought this along himself, along with the take away.
"You planned this, didn't you?" Q said into the desk, stilling as he felt Bond's cock lining up against him. He pushed in very gently, Q spreading his legs further and groaning into the side of his arm.
"Of course," Bond replied, and Q could hear the grin in his voice. "How could I resist the chance to fuck your tight arse here in your office, with your employees on the other side of the door?" Bond had pushed all the way in now and waited, stroking Q's spine before returning to the nape of his neck to pin him against the desk again. "How could I resist the chance to make you scream? Let everyone know you're mine?"
"Mmm," was all Q could manage, enjoying the feeling of Bond's cock filling him up so tightly and completely. He pushed his hips back as much as he could with Bond holding him in place. Bond began to slide slowly out, almost pulling out completely before pushing in again, seating himself all the way into Q's tight body as he let out a grunt. Bond released Q's neck to fondly run through his dark curls before his hands traveled back downward to grab on to the slim hips. He pulled Q roughly against him as he thrust, Q beginning to get more vocal with each flex of Bond's hips. Bond began to move faster each time, pulling Q against him hard, snapping his hips until Q was calling out each time Bond's cock pounded inside of him.
Bond bent down so his body was resting against Q's back, sweat slicking between the two of them. He thrust in shallowly, tongue licking Q's shoulder blades and teeth grazing and nipping the pale skin. Then Bond reached up and grabbed both of Q's wrists, detaching them from their death grip on the edge of the desk. As he leaned back he pulled both of the wrists down and held them at the small of Q's back with one hand, pulling the small and writhing body tight as a bow as he increased his thrusting again.
"Fuck, James," Q moaned out, body completely trapped and at Bond's mercy. Bond picked up his pace, beginning to snap his hips even quicker, using Q's arms to pull him tightly against him each time, the other snaking underneath to wrap around Q's very hard and leaking cock.
"You're mine, Q," Bond ground out, punctuating this with a hard thrust. He squeezed Q's cock tightly and Q moaned out a low and guttural sound. "Tell me you're mine."
"Yes, I'm yours, James," Q called out without any reservations, eyes squeezed tight and body a quivering mess as he could sense the deep feeling of his orgasm welling up from within. His whole mind was focused on Bond's cock pumping in and out of him and Bond's fingers squeezing his aching cock so hard he thought he might die from the sensations.
Q moaned out some incoherent words as Bond's hand increased its speed and he felt his orgasm begin to take over his body, his blood rushing through his veins and pleasure exploding behind his eyes as he gasped out. James milked Q's cock as he came, feeling him spill out over his hand and onto the desk, relishing in the gorgeous feeling of muscles clenching around his cock.
He looked down at Q's open face, seeing the brown curls wet and pressed against his skin, the dark lashes fanned out across his flushed cheek, and the thin body shuddering and pulled tightly beneath him. The feeling was too much, and the visual of Q's trembling body being pounded by Bond's cock too much, and he groaned and came inside Q, releasing his wrists to grab on to his hips and fuck him hard, emptying into the tight body.
Bond gradually slowed his hips, his hands running lightly along Q's arse and back, then tangling gently in the unruly hair. He bent down to kiss Q between the shoulder blades and smiled as Q shuddered against him, making a small grunt and that was all. Bond dropped his head on the sweat slicked body, exhausted.
After a moment Q shifted against him, wincing slightly. Bond took the hint and got up, pulling out to a small whimper from Q and searching for the tissues. He gently helped Q up off the desk, smiling as he pulled the still quivering body into him for a chaste kiss. As Q rubbed his head into Bond's shoulder, Bond gently massaged his wrists, noting the bright red marks he had left.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Bond asked with concern.
Q shook his head, "No. Though you did find a way to mark me as yours after only one day." Q pulled away and smiled, showing that he didn't mind that statement, and began searching for his pants. Bond did likewise, and the two were silent as they made themselves presentable again.
When finished, Q looked up shyly at Bond, smiling at his relaxed face and warm smile. "I could get used to this."
"To what? Me bringing you take away and servicing you in your office?"
"Yes, sounds good," Q quipped, grinning cheekily. "And maybe next time I'll be the one on my knees." Bond grinned, his eyes bright as he pulled Q into a soft kiss, his tongue lazily moving against Q's.
"You promise?" Q nodded, grinning like an idiot suddenly. Then they heard a sharp knock on the door and Q jumped away. His eyes darted around the room making sure there were no obvious signs of their coupling visible, and then went to open it halfway.
"I said emergency only," Q barked out in an annoyed voice. He stepped back and Eve walked in, taking in Bond's relaxed look and perspiring forehead, and Q's completely ridiculous hair and kiss-swollen lips.
"How was dinner?" she asked, looking pointedly at the unopened bag and smirking in Bond's direction.
"Fantastic, thanks for asking," Bond replied, not missing a step, reaching in to grab his tin. Q at least had the decency to look sheepish as he pulled self-consciously at the sleeves of his button-down.
"You missed one, love," Eve said, nodding at Q's mis-buttoned shirt. Q blushed and turned around to fix it, Eve hardly containing her grin.
"So what's this emergency?" Q said, his back still to the two of them as he smoothed down his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get it to behave unsuccessfully.
"M wants to see you. Didn't say why."
Q sighed and turned around. "Couldn't you have just called?"
"No, I wanted to see your guilty faces in person." She giggled slightly.
"Well I guess this solves the problem of if we should tell everyone we're shagging," Q mumbled, gathering up his tablet and taking a quick bite from Bond's container of sesame chicken. "Save some for me."
Bond grinned at him. "Yes, sir." Q looked at him sharply, then let a small smile escape his lips.
"I'll ring you when I get off."
"Sounds good." Bond pulled Q closer for one last lingering kiss, his hands sliding through the still damp hair. Q allowed it, then pulled away in feigned exasperation while Eve looked on with glee. He walked off, Eve lacing her arm through Q's, and Bond returned his attention to the cold chicken. He took a bite and smiled to himself, sitting in Q's chair and surveying the ruined mess of his desk, enjoying the relaxed feeling in his muscles after their vigorous activity. He could definitely get used to this.