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They didn’t have sex that first night. Nor did they have sex after the second date. After those first two dinners they returned to Q’s flat and spent the rest of the evening exploring with gentle touches and soft words. They kissed and talked about expectations. James insisting he wanted Q to understand what it meant to be in a relationship with a double ‘O’. Two days later they had their third date.
The two men sat down at the table and were handed the menus. Q looked up into James’ face and smiled. James pulled the menu from Q’s hands and together they left before ordering. They spent the next two days in James’ flat. Mostly in bed. It had been a marathon of love making. Passionate and playful.
Sunday morning, Q sat up in bed, leaning back against the headboard. Bond was spread out across the bed, pinning Q’s lower legs as the young man read his tablet. James tracing circles in the white skin of Q’s thigh.
“You’ve been called up for a mission in Columbia. Your briefing is first thing tomorrow morning in M’s office. Tanner has left me a list of equipment I need to get ready for you.” Q felt his chest ache. He knew this was going to happen, he just hoped he would have a little more time with Bond before he had to leave.
James could feel the change in Q’s persona as the young man tossed the tablet to the side of the bed.
“What’s wrong, Christopher?”
“I wanted . . . I had hoped . . . I . . .”
“Christopher.” James dragged the name out. “Is there a problem with the mission?”
“No, there will be an assassination attempt on the ambassador you need to stop. It’s just I . . .” Q knew it was too soon. He was going to push and Bond would pull away. He knew he needed to stop but he couldn’t. “I want this to be more. More than an episode, a chapter in your book.”
“Are you asking if I think this is a diversion? That I am not invested in it?”
James crawled up Q’s body and straddled the young man’s hips. He reached up and dragged his hand through Q’s raven curls and made sure the young man was looking directly at him.
“If this was a diversion, I would have pulled you into this bed after that first night. I wanted this for a long time. I wanted to be here with you since the first time I heard your voice in my ear. Listening to your voice.”
“That was three years ago.” Q whispered back astonish.
“Yes, and if you honestly think two days alone with you will make up for three years of waiting, you have another thing coming. We are just beginning. We don’t have to stop now.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.” James leaned forward and kissed the man.
Q felt his skin warm as he blushed. James pulled back from the kiss to laugh slightly at the young man’s embarrassment. “You can’t possibly be shy after the last seven times, eight if you count the shower.” Q’s blush darkened at the memory.
He ducked his head, looking away from the agent. James lightly gripped Q’s chin and pulled it up so the man had to look into James’ face.
“What is it?”
“I was listening too.”
James smiled, “When?”
“Your last mission. I heard you with that woman.”
Bond quickly pulled back as if burned. His face hardened and his eyes narrowed.
“I gave plenty of noticed. I thought you had disconnected communications.” Bond’s voice took a hard edge to it.
Q saw the sudden change in Bond’s features. He remembered Alec had warned him not to tell James. Quickly, Q tried to explain.
“I wasn’t spying, I promise. I just didn’t close the line. It wasn’t some kind of sound kink.” Q reached up and grabbed both of James’ arms trying to hold the man close. “I just needed to know. Know that it would be different.”
“What would be different?” Bond maintained his distance.
“That was a job, and you say certain things, but now . . . now when it is just us and nothing else, you are different. You say different things, you sound different. I listened. I know.”
“You know this is important to me? You are important?”
“You make me feel special. I know you can make any lover feel special, but I can tell because I listened,” Q said. He could feel James relax in in grasp. The agent leaned forward and kissed Q as he moved to pull the man closer. Twisting, he laid down on his back, and pulled Q to lay on top of him, tangled in the bedding.
“Then why were you thinking I was considering you a diversion?” James dragged his fingers through Q’s hair.
“Look at you and look at me. Why wouldn’t I? What could I have to hold your attention?”
“That damn sexy voice, and this hair that begs for me to touch and pet. Your wit and humor, and those lips that taste like wine. Every blooding thing about you, makes me want to be with you. You idiot.”
Q smiled, “I’ll have you know my IQ is above test parameters.”
“You’re still an idiot. An adorable idiot that I will be lavishing as soon as I return from Colombia.” James pulled Q down for a demanding kiss. He did not stop until, Q was panting and begging for air. “And Christopher, stop listening in on my seductions. The only ones that matters are the ones between us.”
“Yes, James if you make me one promise.”
"What?" the agent asked suspiciously.
"Never feed me caviar again!"
"Like I said, an idiot." James smiled and kissed Q.
"Yes, James."
Q nodded and returned the smile. He had heard enough.