provocateur_king | Q - Fountain of Youth

Q - Fountain of Youth

True to his word, Bond found Tanner who was much the same despite being a bright eyed young lad. Bond gave the order and then watched as the crew managed to finally drop anchor.

He hoped Q was right and this would wear off. The entire crew couldn't hoist it again.

He took off his hat as he entered the chamber to find Q, smiling when he saw what the young man had done.

"We're steady," he said.

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"You wouldn't have come," Q said quietly. "I tried to tempt you, so many times... I thought one day you'd snap and just have me, but you never did. You never would."

"I nearly did. So many times," he confessed. "I couldn't. Not until we stood eye to eye."

Bond would always be the captain, but the Quartermaster, with his own power, was much more on equal footing.

"I understand that now, but at the time... I just wanted you. I wanted to be yours, James."

"And now you're the one telling me patience," he chuckled warmly, nuzzling into Q's neck.

"I was patient," Q insisted, gasping as Bond nuzzled him. "I could have slipped into your bed one night, shivering and desperate, touching you until you started to surrender... Until you were holding me just to still my hands as I settled against you, hungry for attention..."

"Did you only now realize that?" he asked.

He shifted away a little, though there wasn't much hope of concealing how Q's words went straight to his cock.

"I knew how weak I was. That first night proved to me you'd break me if I wasn't careful," Bond whispered.

"I couldn't chase you. I needed to know you wanted me," Q said quietly. "I tried temptation, that was as far as I dared to push."

"I think I deserve a reward for the restraint I showed," he said.

And quite seriously, too. There were many, many occasions since Q had come aboard where Bond had showed little restraint at all.

In battle, he clearly thought he was charmed and untouchable.

"Oh?" Q asked. "And what should you have then? What do you want. I'm hardly at my best, thanks to the enchantment, but I might be able to accommodate. Just don't ask me to get anything of the top shelf," he quipped dryly.

"You," he said simply, wrestling Q against him and pressing against the younger body from behind. He held him close, a strong arm tight against Q's chest to keep him in place.

This close, there was no hiding his desire.

"You. For days," he said. "And I'll practice my...restraint."

Q made a small sound, blushing deep red. An embarrassing reaction, one he couldn't help at the moment.

"I'm not sure I could handle that much attention under this enchantment, but... You can have me, so long as you are willing not to get physical until I'm grown again."

And gods did he desperately want to be grown again now.

"We'll see," he said softly against the back of Q's neck, his breath hot and voice low.

He didn't do anything. Not much. Just touching. Holding Q close, feeling the shape of him through his clothes. Shifting, then shifting again to enjoy the friction as he ground against him.

It went no farther, Bond was quite patient...when it suited him.

Q made a few soft sounds, eventually coaxing Bond to lay with him and coiling himself up tight against the captain, body flush against his.

He seemed tired now, arching against him and then going a bit still as he dozed off just a little- Repeating those actions over and over until he was asleep in Bond's arms.

As Q feel into a heavy sleep, Bond realized this may be harder to resist now. Now that he'd touched him. Now that he knew his sound. His taste. He wanted Q more than he should admit, but now it burned, knowing he couldn't.

Shouldn't.

...wouldn't.

It was another full day before the enchantment wore off, and again the boffin had fallen asleep in Bond's arms. He awoke, however, feeling more like himself. A bit a taller, a bit more filled out, less frantic and awkward.

Feeling at ease in his own skin again, he wriggled closer and buried his face against Bond's neck, exhaling with a little sigh.

It was Q's breath that woke him, but it was the familiar ache in his shoulder that had been blessedly gone for the past couple days that really roused him. He opened his eyes to see the Q he was most familiar with. The one he was used to seeing upon waking.

Bond hummed softly and smoothed his hand down Q's back, all the way down.

With a small sound of approval, Q rutted lightly against the other man.

"Mmm, morning," he murmured, the words half muffled as his face remained buried against Bond's skin.

"Morning," he repeated, his fresh voice rough and low.

His hands explored Q as they had been for days, but this morning he sought skin, pushing under the wizard's pajamas.

Q wriggled closer, then playfully rolled away.

"I'm still tired," he lied with a grin. "Just another hour of rest..."

"No more hours...time is up," Bond said, grabbing him and hauling him close once again to kiss him, lazy but eager.

Q moaned into the kiss, but was still wriggling away a bit, laughing just a bit as he struggled and played a bit hard to get- Before rolling them over and nipping at Bond's bottom lip.

Bond's hands never left him, and only held tighter as he found himself on his back. He moaned low as Q tugged, then lunged in to kiss him hungrily.

Q kissed him back, moaning loudly and rutting eagerly against him.

"I want you," he gasped. "My captain, my James, my lover..."

"I love you," whispered into Q's mouth, then Bond chased the sentiment with his tongue. Practiced hands easily began to strip the wizard's clothes away...and his own.

"I love you," Q echoes, saying it once, then again. Like a quiet little chant, a mantra, all as he helped James free him of his clothes.

"You should be naked," he insisted.

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