Hey guys, this fic was only supposed to be one chapter, but then Lizzy0305 said "but shower sex?" and I said "shit you're right" and here we are.
Hope you like part two, let me know if you do, much love xox
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The bathroom was exactly the same as when he'd left, except that his belongings, toiletries and such, were missing. He had to expect that none of his things would still be in Q's flat, or at the very least they'd be boxed up somewhere.
James stood in front of the shower and unbuttoned what was left of his ripped, dirty dress shirt slowly. He was feeling better than when he'd first arrived at Q's flat, perhaps half dead had been an over exaggeration, or maybe he'd been invigorated by a certain handsome genius.
Either way, he could stand on his own two feet without swaying, and nothing was bleeding anymore, his injuries didn't even hurt that much. Though that could've been from years of abuse and possibly nerve damage, he was more stiff than anything from sleeping awkwardly on the lounge for however long it was. He'd have to cut the field stitching he'd done on his bullet wound, and dig the bullet out at some point, but that was a problem for later, when Q wasn't around, and he'd downed a very reasonable amount of scotch.
Letting the ruined shirt drop to the floor left him in his singlet and trousers, having taken off his shoes and socks while still sitting. The white singlet showed the blood stain as clear as day, and he abandoned that to the discard pile too, revealing his many scars, a deep purple bruise to his side, and the stitched up bullet wound to the arm side of his right pec.
The Quartermaster had never been good at keeping his expression schooled, it always showed his horror and concern over James' injuries regardless of how bad it actually was.
James stepped into Q's space and removed his glasses, carefully setting them on the side of the basin, and took Q's face in his hands, "I'll be fine," James insisted and then kissed him soundly. His hands slid down to the buttons on Q's cardigan, making quicker work of it than he had on his shirt. When he pushed the knitted material over his love's shoulders, Q pulled out of the kiss with a look that was trying desperately to be stern, but James saw through it easily.
"James, I said 'behave'," Q scolded him, smacking at his hands.
The ex-agent's lips quirked up in a little smirk, barely managing to tone it down from a shit-eating grin that was sure to earn him another smack, "You said 'try to behave', darling."
"Well you're not trying very hard."
"Tell me dear Quartermaster, how do you intend to clean me up if you're not in the shower with me?" he asked provocatively as he unclasped his trousers, pushing both trousers and underwear to the floor then stepping out of them completely naked.
James could see Q trying to come up with something to say, eyes flicking to his not entirely flaccid cock a couple of times and then pointedly looking at James' face, wetting his lips, and clearing his throat. He stepped closer again and leaned in inch by inch, giving Q time to pull away if he truly didn't want more, eyes watching for any real negative sign.
"Bloody hell, James, I'm trying to be mad at you," Q protested quietly, their mouths close enough that James could feel his warm breath on his skin.
"You can be pissed, and still shower with me at the same time," James countered, his fingertips running down the edge of the cardigan. Both of them knew that showering was the least of what would be happening if they got under the water together.
He hummed sceptically, then a beat later, "Ugh, you're still annoyingly persuasive, James," there was that Double-oh-seven tone again.
"And you're still as maddeningly gorgeous as ever, darling…and wearing far too many clothes."
There was simultaneous movement as Q tugged his cardigan off his shoulders, meanwhile closing the distance between their mouths and kissed James heatedly. A lot of frantic kissing happened while both Q's and James' hands pulled at the younger man's clothes. When there was a pile of material on the floor around Q, James walked them to the shower, turning the taps on, and hungrily eating up the extremely arousing sight of his love naked in front of him while the water heated up.
Steam was pouring out from behind the glass screen before James could tear his eyes away enough to let them both under the water. Once they were in there though, he couldn't keep his hands from touching Q, relearning every contour of his lanky, beautiful body.
"God, I missed you, Q."
"I missed you, ah, too, James," the genius replied as James crowded him against the tiled wall.
"I missed your mind…" he kissed Q's forehead, "and your body," he begun trailing kisses from his temple down to his lips, "here," he whispered against lush lips, continuing back on his path along Q's neck. He left a mark on the protruding collarbone, before sliding his lips across wet skin to lap the droplets off of his nipple, "Here," he stated as Q hummed in pleasure. James dropped to his knees, gently, in front his Quartermaster – James wasn't going to stop calling him that just because he'd retired – and placed open mouthed kisses in a winding line down the flat planes of his torso.
Thumbs rubbing circles into jutting hipbones, James sucked a second mark into the pale skin just below Q's navel, "Here," he continued. James was sure he heard Q whine when he bypassed his straining cock in favour of showering both upper thighs in hungry kisses, "Here," he all but growled before making matching marks on lean thighs.
Q quivered under his ministrations, one hand on James' shoulder, and the other on the wall to keep him steady. The ex-agent found his way to Q's soft balls, kissing each one gently, and feeling a squeeze to his shoulder for each press of his lips, "Here," he told the genius before continuing to kiss up the base of his erection and along the shaft. It was when he reached the head, tongue flicking out against the slit to get the proper taste he longed for, that Q exhaled sharply.
"Here," he smirked.
Q's head hit the tiled wall as James took his cock in his mouth and sank down as far as he could, "Oh, ffff-James!"
Christ, it'd been far too long since he'd heard such sweet music. The sound made him want to keep his mouth on Q's delicious cock until the genius came down his throat…but alas, he had other plans to continue carrying out.
Regretfully, he pulled off, using Q's confusion and lust hazed state, to easily make him turn around to face the wall. Gripping the firm mounds of Q's ass with his fingers, James pulled apart the cheeks, and swallowed back the aroused cuss in his throat. Instead, voice dripping with lust and anticipation, he said, "And here," tongue dragging over that tight furl as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
"Mmmmnnn!" Q moaned into the wall, hands already forming claws on the tiles.
James was relentless with his tongue, tracing the rim, lapping at it until he could lick his way into the tight hole. All the while growing harder with every sexy little noise that his Quartermaster made, not to mention that the heady taste of him on his tongue was intoxicating all on it's own, filling his senses with only Q.
If his end goal had been to make Q come with his tongue, James would've happily stayed there for however long it took, drawing out as much pleasure as possible along the way. The temptation of having the man he loved fucked out to bliss on his cock was too powerful to ignore after so long though.
Pulling out his tongue from Q's hole, James gave the rim one last lick before standing back up. His eyes glanced to a familiar cut out in the shower wall, and he smirked to himself when he spotted what he was looking for.
"Still keep lube in the shower I see," James commented smugly as he pumped some onto his fingers from the little bottle on the shower niche.
"Well, you never know when you'll need it," Q shrugged lazily, glancing at James over his shoulder, eyes hooded, and lips red, likely from him biting them.
"Mmm, very true," James hummed in return.
He stood to the side of Q, catching his lips in an exploratory kiss while his slicked up fingers found the spit wet hole they were looking for. They continued to kiss all through James opening him up on one, two, then three fingers, the kisses getting sloppier and breathier with each finger, especially after James grazed Q's prostate a couple of times. His legs were just starting to tremble when James removed his fingers, deeming him ready.
"Turn back around for me," James instructed while he pumped more lube into his hand and rubbed it all over his achingly hard erection. Once that was taken care of, James ran his hands down Q's body, and caught his eyes, feeling the need to say, "I'm sorry for leaving, and staying away, and hurting you. I love you."
Q stared at him for a long moment, "Dammit, James, just fuck me! Right now I want you to tell me all that with your cock instead of your mouth."
James was more a man of action than he was words anyway, his fingers dug into Q's ass cheeks as he lifted him against the wall. Q's lean legs wrapped around his waist, arms hooking behind his neck as James' cockhead pressed firmly against the younger man's entrance.
"Bloody hell, love, you're so tight," James commented, taking a deep breath.
Meeting eyes that were all but glowering at him, James realised what that implied. He opened his mouth to ask, but Q beat him to answering the unasked question, "A few months ago, three times, it was empty, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Now shut up and make me forgot why I'm mad at you before I finish myself off and leave you in here."
James took Q's jaw in his palm, trying to convey a thousand apologies in his eyes when he caught the younger man's gaze, then kissed him devotedly. At the same time, James pushed through Q's hole, little by little filling him up as his lover made small gasping choked off noises.
After so long feeling miserable, like there was a gaping hole inside of him, James felt it fill in as he filled the man he loved. Q had made him vulnerable in ways that he'd never been before. He'd felt emptiness plenty, staring down the barrel of a gun he felt empty, but being without Q was a whole new feeling of emptiness, and put simply; it was bloody awful.
Eventually he bottomed out, and felt Q exhale deeply. James stroked his cheek softly with the back of his fingers while he waited for Q to adjust to the stretch. Slowly, his fingers moved down along the curve of his neck, tracing the mark on his sharp collarbone, before travelling to Q's chest, thumb passing over one of his nipples.
Q made a soft, "Ah," and James did it again, then again, getting a little firmer each time until Q was louder, and rocking his hips to gain any kind of friction he could. "Jaaames," he whined.
"Yes, darling?"
"Move!"
"Anything for you, dear," James replied dutifully, a small grin tugging at his lips as both hands found a good grip on Q's pert ass. He held the Quartermaster up against the tiles and pulled back slowly, making sure to catch the ridge of his cockhead on the Q's rim, drawing a filthy little noise from the genius.
The next moment he was thrusting back into the tight channel, taking up a punishing pace, and ignoring any issues his injured body had with the strain. Q was damn near bouncing on his cock, and Christ did it feel good, so fucking good. The high pitched moans Q was making, fed straight back into his hips and his cock, encouraging him to fuck his love harder.
Five fingers clawed the back of his skull, pulling at the short hair as James bit and sucked new marks into Q's neck, and the soft skin behind his ear. He'd shortened his thrusts into more of a roll of the hips, hitting Q repeatedly deep, occasionally just grazing his prostate enough to make Q shudder and clench around him momentarily. A breathily murmured curse fell from James' lips every time, slowly declining his mind into madness.
The sound of rushing water had long since been forgotten, James would rather listen to the exquisite, intoxicating sound of Q vocalising his pleasure. The beat of the droplets on his bare skin was hardly felt compared to the scratch of nails down his spine and across his shoulder blades. His entire focus was on the younger man in front of him, it was difficult to think of anything else when all of his senses were trained on his Quartermaster, not that he wanted to, these moments were dedicated to Q and nothing else.
Q's cock was bobbing needily between them, all dark red and leaking precome from the tip. James licked his lips, "Christ, wish I could suck and fuck you at the same time…give us a taste would you, love?"
Q inhaled sharply, immediately followed by a shiver and a sexy little moan, "Shit," he looked at James through dark lashes, then glanced down before bringing his gaze back to blue eyes.
A finger was brought up to James' lips, and his tongue immediately curled around that finger, drawing it into his mouth, relishing in the salty sweet flavour of his Quartermaster on his tongue with a throaty groan.
"Oh, bloody hell, James…I'm-I'm so close," Q cried, finger still in James' mouth, the ex-agent using it as a substitute for the younger man's cock.
His hips snapped sharply, spurred on by Q's words, admittedly he was pretty damn close too, but he'd make sure that Q came first.
Q's wrapped his fist around his cock and barely had to stroke it before he painted James' chest with come, giving a shout of ecstasy as he clench down around James inside him.
His finger slid from James' mouth, and the ex-agent pinned him hard to the wall with his cock, burying his face in the crook of Q's neck as he came with a deep grunt-growl of a moan.
The sounds of the water falling, hitting their naked bodies and the tiled floor slowly came back into focus as the buzzing in James' ears faded, and his breathing began to slow. He pulled himself out of Q, and the genius let his legs down. James didn't let go of him, knowing that he'd be a bit wobbly for a few moments, but also because he wasn't ready to stop touching him yet.
"You bloody bastard," Q panted, wet hair against the tiles.
"What did I do now?" James asked, only a hint of concern in his mind as he lightly kissed just below Q's chin, and along his jaw.
"You've ruined me," Q exclaimed, not actually seeming that upset. James pulled back, slightly confused, but then Q clarified unprovoked, "Nobody else could ever fuck me like you do."
"Well I should hope not," he smirked, going back to kissing Q's exposed throat around to the other side of his neck.
"And you find this amusing do you?" Q inquired, exasperation not quite hiding the warmth in his voice.
"Oh, darling, don't you know…" James spoke conspiratorially in Q's ear, "I've been ruined by you since the first time I touched you."