Title: In From the Cold
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Warnings Apply
Fandom: James Bond
Relationships: James Bond/Q
Tags: Alternate Universe, Getting Together, Q is a Holmes, Soft Domination & Submission,
Summary: James clearly has a type when it comes to lovers. Too bad this one knows a little too much.
Word Count: 6,796
Spoilers: Through Skyfall
Beta: Grammarly



James tapped at the laptop, trying to get past the security for the warlord. He was trying to get enough to get him on charges in the world courts. The young man who had caught James' eye was out there, swimming around in the pool as he did every evening. James had yet to figure out who the man was and what he did.

James was there as a new person who might just have the types of weapons the warlord wanted. Q-Branch hadn't given him enough of what he needed, so someone else was in transit with more to ensure he wasn't thrown out on his arse. He had been dodging Q-Branch and his handler since then.

"Do you like what you see, James?" the young man asked as he swam to the side of the pool where James was.

"Depends on what part you are asking about. The landscape is lovely. The water is serene unless you are cutting through it."

"Ah, so I'm a blemish to the landscape."

"Some days, yes."

"Well, James, I'm not changing my swim time. You will just have to change the time of your evening fight with your laptop if you don't want to look at me as I take my swim."

"Oh, the blemish is nothing to be ashamed of. Much like a love bite. It's a blemish that one likes to look at if they are the cause of it."

"Ah, but you are not the cause of me."

"No, but I do like to look," Jame said.

The young man smiled at James and then started his laps again. James looked at the laptop again, frowning as he could not actually get into the meat and bones of the system at the house.

---

James figured out that the young man's name was Quin. He was the system worker for household security and the main reason James could not get into the system. He had proved unobtainable. He didn't drink more than two fingers of scotch with dinner. He could never be get gotten alone. It was the most vexing thing in the world to James.

"You are proving to be vexing," James said.

"Hmm, because I don't dip my wick where I work? Don't worry, James, I'm not stopping you from getting what you want; you just need to work on him some more."

James glared at Quin as he lifted his scotch to his lips and took a sip. After that, he turned back to his meal and tucked into the steak, cutting it up and making it look like he was sucking a prick into his mouth instead of a bite of meat. James looked away and tucked into his food. The dinner parties were the best part of this, and James enjoyed slipping away with whatever woman or man struck his fancy and then getting another hour's time at his computer to get into the system.

That evening when James was sipping his scotch and looking at the woman he had seduced into his bed from the maid staff, he found the loophole he was looking for in the system. It would take days to get to the next level, and he was eager to get at it.

James picked up his cellphone and tapped the app to get to the system that Q-Branch installed to make sure he could call them without anyone knowing.

"R here," R said when the call connected.

"Bond, with an update. I've been in the system, will need a few more days, and will call back when I'm deep enough to get what we need," James said.

"Right on. That's lovely. Will talk soon," R said.

James rolled his eyes and hung up. He shut down the laptop, learning well not to keep it on when he wasn't using it. He snagged his swim trunks to change into when he was down on the lower level. The pool was empty, and most of the houseguests had retired to their rooms for entertainment of the carnal variety.

"You never swim this late," Quin said.

James turned his head to the side to see him on the lounger with a pack of cigarettes beside him and one lit cigarette between his fingers. There was a glass of what looked like a cocktail beside the pack.

"I can't sleep."

"Hmm, maybe that has to do with the woman in your bed." Quin stretched out a little bit and smiled when James' eyes raked down his body.

"Jealous that it's not you?"

"No, you only take people to bed like that when you don't care about them. I would be jealous if you were actually flirting with them, and we're serious."

"So you do like me?" James asked.

"Hmm, your insecurities are showing, James."

James smiled, and he dove into the deep end of the pool. He didn't emerge until he was at the pool's far end. He slowly made his way back to the other end, where Quin was now sitting up, the cigarette pressed between his lips as he took a drag.

"You make that look better than it has any right to be."

"Want a hit?" Quin asked. He stood up and walked over to where James was balanced at the edge of the pool, arms on the concrete around. Quin dropped to his knees carefully and turned his hand to offer James a puff on the cigarette.

James pushed himself up to where he was holding himself up. He took a puff of the cigarette and debated what he would do. He could pull Quin into the water with him. He was in linen trousers that James could see he was wearing no pants under. The shirt was open and flapping in the breeze.

Taking a chance that Quin wouldn't have him killed, James levered himself onto one arm and used the other to grab Quin's shirt and pull. Quin's eyes grew comically large as he realised what James was doing. He tucked into the fall and rolled to where he dove into the water instead of just belly-flopping as that would hurt even with his lithe form.

James shot away, crossing as much pool as he could to get to where he was far enough away when Quin came up.

Only he didn't. James looked around to see if the young man had slipped up anywhere and was just in the dark depths. The top of the water was lit up, but it didn't go all the way down to the depths in the middle of the pool.

James was about to dive under to try and find him when his shorts were jerked off his hips, bands of pain going down as they were removed.

James looked down, but Quin was gone. He came up seconds later on the far side of the pool and had the shorts in hand.

"I don't think I have been pantsed like that before."

"Well, you can come over and get them at any point."

"And what is the trap in those words?"

"You've watched me exercise, not do what I am good at when it comes to swimming. I hold records at the school that I went to."

The hard accent that Quin had softened to something that James had heard in school from those who had money. It seemed that Quin had a lot of secrets. James didn't know what kind of threat he was with that. It made the harmless flirting he did something more. If Quin was a bigger threat than the whole being the one who was holding the computer system hostage from James.

"So you hold records in swimming for fun."

"And for speed. Fastest among all London schools for children my age and size. Last I checked, no one had broken them. So you can go to your room shortless or do what I want."

James knew he was being tested and didn't want to submit to the young man. Quin would not let that go. James only played at having a submissive bone in his body. James caught the edge of the pool, and he heaved himself p. He had no shame when it came to his body. He kept it in good condition for his age. He didn't care if anyone there saw him like he was.

Quin's eyes followed him the whole way around, and when James was about to leave the pool area, he looked at him. The smirk that was on Quin's lips told James that he had failed whatever test Quin had put to him, but it was too late to do anything else.

---

James slipped the drive into his pocket before he closed the laptop, popped open the small compartment on it, and then pushed it back in, setting the thing to burn. He left it on the table, hoping it would catch the room on fire to make his escape easier. He had his bag ready and dropped it out the window. His escape would be easy compared to many since this mission hadn't gone to hell like so many did.

Heading down to the ground floor was simple since most people were busy enjoying the afternoon. James hoped to get out of there and make sure he was gone before his room was on fire enough to alter anyone.

"Heading my way?" Quin asked as he sat behind the wheel of James' car. The trunk popped open. "Get in or die here, your choice."

James wasn't sure what was happening, but he dropped the bag into the trunk. He palmed the drive with the information he needed and prepared to hide it in the car. He wasn't going to trust Quin with it.

"You get more and more intriguing to me."

"Your life must be dull." Quin slowly pressed on the gas, and he reached up and tapped a few things on a tablet that was mounted on the dash.

"My life is anything but dull, but there come times where even a beautiful person can make things interesting."

Quin scoffed, and he tapped something else on the tablet before they rounded the corner to the gate that would allow them freedom. James had planned on getting through it easily without hassle. The language on the tablet was not one that James knew.

At their speed, James knew the security man on the gate wouldn't let them through. Then the gate just opened as they got near to it. The guard was struck in the guardhouse; James got a glimpse of him jerking on the door as they passed. The gate lowered, and then sparks started to shoot out from him.

"It won't stop them for long."

"Who are you?"

"Quin Holmes at your service, James Bond," Quin said.

"I'm sure that if I called my people, Quin Holmes from London would not exist."

"No, probably not. I burned myself before we exited there. Interpol is on its way to take care of him. We have enough information to get him arrested for many things."

"Hmm," James said. He brought up his secure texting and found the contact for R. He didn't care. What was going to come of this, but he texted her what he knew about Quin and wanted to know if he needed to play along and get him into custody or just knock him out and put him in the boot now.

Once they were on the open road, Quin tapped the screen again, and a call function came up this time.

"Call girlfriend," Quin said.

James rolled his eyes at that.

"Quin, lovely to hear from you. Are you safe?"

"As safe as I can be going eighty in a vehicle made to kill. Safe passage has been booked?"

"Yes, the train will be waiting for you to arrive with your passenger."

"Good. I'll look forward to it. Single bed, yes?"

"Everything is exactly like you had me do. I don't mess things up. You are thinking of Simon."

"You always do lovely, my dear. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Quin. See you soon, James," the woman said.

James worked the edge of the fabric on the seat up and slipped the drive in there. It would be safe there. He would be able to get it into MI6 hands, and then he would kill this man. He might be able to get a little torture in first.

"So your girlfriend calls you Quin?" James asked.

"Hmm, well, I am sure you already figured out I am gay, James. I don't have a girlfriend; I have a girl who is a friend, and since everyone called my girlfriend, it was easier to put her into my phone like that."

"And she works with you?"

"More or less. So inquisitive. I'm shocked you haven't tried to get me to let you drive."

"I have my gun already trained on you. It's better than you are driving."

"Ah. I see. That does make sense. Though I don't think you'll find much comfort in this."

James glared, and Quin reached over to tap something on the screen, and then there was a hiss, and before James could do anything, there was gas in his face. He didn't breathe in, but when the prick of pain came into his side, he realised he had been played. He didn't even realise that his car had that.

---

Waking up in a bathtub was never the highlight of James' life. He had done it only a few times, and most had not been outside his misspent time in the military, where he got drunk more often than not on his free weekends.

James tried to figure out where he was, but then the soft and subtle movement told him. He was on the train. He reached for his gun and found it gone. He didn't expect anything different. He did wonder how he got on the train. Did Quin carry him? Did a porter?

"Dinner," Quin called out as he opened the door to the bathroom.

The train was fancy, with full rooms, even bathrooms with tub showers. It wasn't anything that MI6 would spring for. James wondered if he was going to his death.

"I know you are awake; the dosage you got has now worn off," Quin called out a moment later.

James got out of the tub and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked just fine; the bags under his eyes from being on a mission were mostly good since he had been getting good sleep the last while, and then his several hour nap seemed to have gotten rid of more.

The food was set up on the table with the cover still on James' while Quin dug into the plate of pasta with what smelled like several kinds of seafood.

"I'll give you back your gun if you promise to not brandish it like cock belonging to a drunk frat boy."

"I don't brandish it around like on a good day."

"Hmm, I guess that is true."

"I don't shoot you," James said.

"I am not sure I believe you, but fine." Quin reached into a bag, pulled the gun out, and then reached back in and got the bullets. "I cleaned it as well. Re-oiled it."

James took the gun, and he started to break it down. Quin laughed to himself before digging into the food. The gun was perfectly in working order. There was no outward sign of it being a danger to him. Yet, James couldn't shake the feeling that he was ten steps behind Quin.

"What did you order me?" James asked as he pulled the lid off his food. He nodded at the food that was there. It was perfectly cooked steak, jacket potatoes, and steamed asparagus. It looked really good. James picked up the knife and eyed it before he looked at Quin.

"I'm sure you do want to stab me, but you'll have to wait for that. I could have seduced you like you thought about doing to me. I decided that it wouldn't be good for either of us."

"You installed something in my car."

"Nope, I hijacked something already in your car. It's not my fault your idiots sent you out without telling you had you had at your disposal."

James wasn't sure he trusted that. Q-Branch would have known about someone getting into the car. They had it lo-jacked to the ends of the earth.

Quin brought his tablet and started to mess with it. "I'm shocked you are not that talkative," Quin said.

"Trying to decide what I want to do."

"Well, I won't be sleeping, so you can have the bed. I'll be working on a few things."

James didn't answer that. He looked at the tablet and found it was still in the language James didn't know. He wondered what it was. It looked like something he had seen before. He had no clue what he was going to do. He was going to eat because right now, it seemed like Quin wasn't a threat to him, even if the man did drug him.

"How did you get me onto the train?"

"I told the porters that you were drunk off your ass. They gladly helped me get you on here.

"And they just carried me on here?"

"Oh, no. You were very much talkative and acted like you were drunk. The cocktail that I sprayed you with first is a lovely drug. I'm sure that your office would love to have it at their disposal."

James decided that he wanted silence. He didn't engage Quin in talking, and Quin was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't even pay attention to James. James was left to watch him work in a way he had never seen at the house in Italy.

Quin's attention was fully on his work as the evening went on. James entertained himself with a pack of cards on the table. He played the many versions of solitaire he had learned from other Double-Ohs over the years. It was something to pass the time.

The train moved ever on its tracks, heading toward London.

"Hungry?" Quin asked as he picked up the phone in the carriage.

"There is no meal this time of night."

"Hmm, there is for this room. We have a valet on hand for this room and two others to make sure we want for nothing."

James knew of those rooms. The ones always were empty unless someone was paying to be there. The ones could only be asked about, not just seen on the normal ticket queue. James had only heard rumours about them, never confirmed.

"I would love some kind of amuse-bouche or small plate."

"I'll see what they have." Quin pressed the button to call up, and he spoke in perfect Italian.

James listened to him order an array of food that was more than what they would eat. The food was brought in twenty minutes and smelled and looked wonderful. There was a bottle of wine to split between them as well.

"How much money do you have?"

"In cash on me? In investments? Do you mean what I have sitting in a trust fund?"

"All."

"About fourteen million pounds in investments. I think my last count on the case was about a million squirrelled around in places. I'm unsure about trust funds, and my normal bank account has about two million. I make money hand over fist doing my jobs. Then I invest that well. Well, not all of it is from work. I started out with a healthy trust fund."

"Old money?"

"Something like that." Q picked up one of the tarts and popped it into his mouth. He chewed and hummed at the same time before he picked up another. "Eat what you want. I'll snack on the rest for the trip."

James wasn't sure where Quin was putting the food as he ate.

---

The train rolled into the station, and James saw not only Tanner and Moneypenny out there but also Mallory. He wasn't sure what was going on.

"Ready? The car will be driven around to the parking lot, and Q-Branch will pick it up there."

James followed Quin out of the room and off the train, right to where Moneypenny, Tanner, and Mallory were standing.

"Mallory," James said.

"Bond, where is this man you brought back with you? Moneypenny states he is an oddity."

"Yes, sir, he's..." James turned, and he found that Quin wasn't there. He was off to the side, talking to R and a small gaggle from Q-Branch. James was very confused.

"Quintavius," Mallory called out.

Quin turned around and looked at Mallory. "Ah, M, yes. Thank you for the extra muscle in getting out."

"Getting out? I don't understand what is going on. My Double-Oh comes home with a man who was sent off on a mission by Mansfield and never came in."

"No, I was sent undercover. I was supposed to come back two months ago, but then things got interesting."

James knew exactly what was going on now, and he wasn't sure what would happen about it all.

"You have left the Quartermaster position open," James said.

"No, I have tried to fill it, and all of them have left for one reason or another. The job isn't for the faint of heart."

"It's nice to be home. I didn't like being out and about over the last two years. It's good to come in from the cold. I am sorry for it all, James, but I had to play the part until we were here. I'm never leaving England again, well I might go to Ireland and Scotland, but I'm not leaving the Isles. You will have to pry me out once I am dead."

"Tanner, take Mister Holmes back to Vauxhall. Debrief with him and make sure that he's settled. I do not want his brother breathing down my neck."

"I can deal with Mycroft if he decides to come in and stick his neck into things. Don't worry. James, I'll see you later." Quin allowed Tanner to take him toward where the car had to be. "Oh, James."

James waited to see what Quin wanted. Quin tossed the drive. "The seat is a horrible place to hide it."

"I'm confused, Sir," James said.

"Well, don't worry, Mansfield left us a lot of things to be confused over. Holmes was supposed to be moved into a place to learn to be the next Quartermaster. Then he was moved out, and his records ended."

"Outside of Q-Branch," R said.

"What?" Mallory asked.

"Q-Branch had control of him, M's orders, well the previous M. We ran him. We kept control over everything, and then when he had all he needed about the warlord's people. We sent a Double-Oh on a mission to get him out of there without telling him that was what he was doing. We used just the money set aside at the initial outset to ensure we didn't go over. There were also the wages that Quin was making that were sent back to us when he could do it. Wired to a bank to make sure that it looked like he was putting it away for a rainy day. It wasn't easy, but it was something."

"You ran him?" Mallory asked.

It all slipped into place. There was a reason why Quin got his attention. It was why it felt off and wrong but also so very right when Quin was there. How Quin was able to hijack the car and do what he wanted. It was probably his own invitations inside of the car. James had heard of a boffin that had made a lot of jumps on their tech, only for that to stop. He had assumed that whoever it was who did that had died. It was strange but not the strangest. He wasn't sure what was up with everything, but he was going to get to the bottom of everything with Quin.

---

James knew he was being led into where Quin now lived. He knew that with everything going on, it wasn't like he would be able to just go back to work. He needed to be cleared, but since he had been feeding back information to MI6 while he was away, he was mostly trusted that he was not a double agent.

Yet, James couldn't leave it alone. He knew he had a type and that Quin ticked many of those boxes. He was a male version of Vesper but with enough British stoutness that he would never betray England for any reason. He had proved that by doing what he had done.

The flat was non-descript, but there were already many things lying around. There was more set-up than Quin would have if this was a new place. It had to be his old place, and it had been mothballed. James didn't even want to try and understand how things had gone the way they had.

"Scotch?" Quin asked from the kitchen area.

"Sure." James sat down on the couch, unbuttoning his coat but leaving the waistcoat buttoned. His duty that day had been escorting an asset from London to France and then coming home. The plane rides had been the worst of it.

The couch dipped, and James turned to say something to Quin, but it was not him that was there. No, this was a cat, a long-haired black cat that was larger than most that James had seen.

"Ozma," Quin said. He handed over a glass but had no other in his other hand.

"Are we supposed to share?" James asked.

"Hmm, yes." Quin moved, sitting astride James' lap before he took the glass back and he took a sip. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to James'.

James knew in that split second that he wanted to know where this went.

After a few seconds of pressed lips, Quin opened his mouth, and James did as well, the scotch dribbling from Quin's mouth to James'. It was enough that James grabbed the young man's hips. Quin didn't go limp like Jame wanted, but he did relax a little.

Quin broke the kiss and took another sip of scotch, cocking an eyebrow at James.

"I don't think I have ever drunk like this. Would make it hard to get that feeling of it, snogging between sips."

"It's not to get drunk." Quin tipped James' face up to him. "If you have to be drunk to do this, then you can leave."

James latched onto Quin's hips harder, holding onto them to ensure he didn't slip off. "I don't need to be, just stating that if I wanted to get drunk, this would not be the method I wanted."

"Hmm," Quin said. He took another sip, downing it without sharing. He took another, and this time he leaned in to share it with James. He set the glass down with a clink, and his hands buried themselves in James' hair.

James took that as a sign that drinking was going by the wayside for touching, and he did. He gently worked his hands under Quin's shirt and revelled in the moan that came out of that and how Quin shivered in his arms. The last time James had a lover who reacted like that, they had been touch starved.

James wondered when Quin had been last touched with any intent, even just comfort from a friend, and it had to be before he was undercover.

"Why were you chosen?" James asked when Quin broke the kiss to gasp in a few breaths.

"I was the only one with the skills needed. None of the Double-Ohs had the knowledge to even attempt to pass themselves off. There was talk of sending me in as the assistant and having me do it all, but then I would be watched closely and the Double-Oh as well. I had one guard sent in with me, someone who worked their way up, but they died in a car accident, a true accident, a drunk idiot hit him when he was parked in his car to get out."

"That's what happened to Gregs?" James asked.

"Hmm, it was horrible. We had started the thought that he and I were in a love affair, so when he died, I was treated well. Meals in my rooms, and I didn't have to leave the compound at all until we travelled to Spain for the talks with other people; then it was Italy, which is where you came in."

"You were friends, though," James said.

"Yes, he didn't let my spite and anger at the world push him away. He won me over despite myself. I thought I could fall in love with him at one point, but he was too loveable."

"Too loveable, and that's why you didn't fall in love?"

"I can't do sunshine and roses. I know too much about the world to think I'll retire before I cannot code anymore."

"Ah, married to the job, and you think he would have wanted you to quit at some point in time."

"I know he would. He talked about wanting kids, even if he was with a man. Kids and the white picket fence with someone to come home to. I made a choice to step back. I wasn't even sure he wanted me that way, but I chose to make sure I never did."

"And me?"

"You'll die for England. I don't have to worry about you choosing that I need to leave my job when you will never leave yours and never make someone else leave theirs for you wanting them to."

"Well, I can see a time or two where I could, but that's all-around health. We are a long way from that."

"Hmm, if you invoke health on me, I would do the same. The bullet holes and drink to make the demons go away."

"Touche," James said. He cupped Quin's chin and used it to guide him down into a kiss. It was softer than the others had been.

James thought about what he wanted to do. He picked up the scotch and eyed how much was left when he broke the kiss again.

"Here," James said. He handed the glass over and waited for Quin to down the whole thing. Quin shook his head at the burn but otherwise was unaffected by it.

"What are we doing?"

"How many cats do you have?"

"Just the two. They missed me a great deal. I video called then when I could. It was after the thing with the car crash that I picked up R as my so-called girlfriend. They assumed that something over the Internet was safer for me, not getting as attached. It was a lot of bullshit, but I helped as I could easily talk to Ozma and Mombi. They have not forgiven me yet. They will just take time.'

"Wrap your legs around me."

"What?" Quin asked, but he squawked as James stood up, carrying Quin with him toward what he hoped was the bedroom.

"I've wanted you since I saw you. I've lusted after you since you opened your mouth and shot me down that first time. Let's see what else I might start to feel," James said as he laid Quin on the bed. A white cat was lying on a pillow and glaring at them.

"Out," Quin said.

The white cat, Mombi, James assumed, got up and trotted off the bed, stretching before leaving the room.

"You can shut the door. They will be fine with it being shut."

James shut the door, and he worked his coat off before unbuttoning his waistcoat. He found Quin was looking at him as he did it. Next, he got his cufflinks off his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He planned to take his time.

"That should not be as hot as it is," Quin said.

"You like competence, don't you?"

"My childhood made it impossible for me to not be attracted to it."

"Well, then I guess that I should thank your family for not making you attracted to laziness. Do you want to strip, or do you want me to do it slowly?"

Quin swallowed, and his eyes dilated at just the mere thought of it. James knew his answer before Quin opened his mouth to croak, "you."

James got on the bed on his knees and worked Quin's socks off first before tugging at the sleep pants but not enough to get them off the younger man. They were pretty loose, which was a good thing as James lifted the edge and got both hands under a leg. He touched as much as he could, getting the hem all the way up to Quin's knees before he moved up to do the same with his shirt, displaying the built body that Quin had underneath, further proof that he had been swimming and many other things while bored in at the warlord's compound and then on the trip to Spain and France.

Quin's sleep pants showed how much he liked what James was doing, even if James had only been touching.

"Were you tested?" James asked.

"Of course, they took enough blood to kill me."

"Anything I should know about?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that with how much you fucked the staff and visitors?" Quin reached out to snag James by the hair and pull him up and into a kiss.

"I am tested even more than you, given how much I am exposed to on most missions. I'm clean. I figured you didn't have condoms."

"I do and lube. I knew you would haunt my place. Just wasn't sure when."

James got to his knees again and opened the bedside drawer. He found the condoms and the lube; the lube had only been used a little bit but more than enough to make James laugh. "Been thinking of me?"

"You and that lovely pool boy. I could see myself wrecking him. The guard with the bedroom next to mine took him to bed and rode him until she put him up wet. He made the kinds of sounds that fueled my fantasy for weeks."

"So she put him on the bed and then just took what she wanted? Is that something you want?"

Quin nodded his head, letting go of where he was touching James. James snagged his hands as they retreated. James leaned down and pressed those to the pillow. He kept on going until his lips were at Quin's ear.

"Stay," James said, loving the whimper that came out of Quin's ear and the way his body went limp.

James could understand this. Despite seemingly doing well embedded like he was for so long, he had been unable to be anything but on the entire time. He wanted to let go, to let someone else drive while he just took and took. James had a lover he went to when he needed that. Someone he trusted enough to become their plaything. He knew the urge and was happy to be that person for Quin.

Quin was a shaking mess when James finally had him stripped and his mouth around Quin's cock. The headboard creaked from where Quin had a hold of it to stop himself from touching. James gave him no peace, moving from swallowing Quin's release down to having two fingers buried inside of him, working his prostate as well as he could from the angle he was at.

It was like the strings were cut, and Quin gave up all ability to do anything but lay there and take it. His hands dropped from the headboard, and his legs flopped open from where they had been pressed to James' shoulders. When Quin was slick enough, James pulled up to let the cock that had just been in his mouth go.

James looked at Quin's still heaving chest and the flush to his face as he was overstimulated. It was a work of beauty to James. "Ready?"

"For?" Quin asked.

James grinned, knowing that Quin could ask that kind of question; James wasn't doing enough. He pressed his fingers in a little more and began a slow rhythm of rubbing, making Quin's body tense up, and his hands grabbed the headboard again.

"Whatever I want to do to you."

"Yes," Quin answered.

"Good answer." James rolled Quin over onto his front, ensuring that his cock was pressed to the bed the way James wanted. He tugged Quin's hands from the headboard when the young man tried to grab them again. James pressed to them down on either side of the pillow. He snagged the lube and slicked up his cock before holding Q's arsecheeks open and dribbling just a little there. The temperature difference made the pucker close a little to try and escape the cool slick but then relaxed when James gave it a few seconds.

Quin was utterly pliant when James slipped into him, not needing to use a hand to hold his cock to press inside. He stilled with his cock halfway inside and wiped his hands off on the bed before snagging Quin's and lacing them together before setting down. He pressed his body to Quin's as much as he could as he started to move.

There wasn't a lot of movement from Quin, but the utter submission he showed had James finding this the most fulfilling round of sex he had ever had. It felt good. So damned good. James pressed a kiss to the skin on Quin's back as he rocked inside of him.

The orgasm was soft and gentle for James, his body shaking only at the way he was holding himself. James shifted just a little and got himself held up enough to allow Quin to rub himself off on the bed.

"How close are you?" James asked.

"Close. So fucking close."

"Then fuck yourself on the bed and me until you come."

Quin moved, his hips just rocking a little, and only a few such thrusts had him coming, his hole clenching around James' softening cock.

James waited for Quin to relax into the bed a little more before he moved off Quin and got him on top of him. He trailed his fingers up and down Quin's back, touching as much as possible. Quin was lax on him, settling in to take up the attention and touch that James would give him.

"Do the cats sleep with you?"

"Sometimes, yes, but they don't get too put out if they are put out for the night. I put them out the other night because I didn't want them jumping on me. It'll be fine."

"Good, good. After we relax here a little, we can get up and shower before I order some food."

"Noodles, don't care what kind. I'm always hungry after sex." Quin moved to get his hands on either side of James' head. "You'll turn my head with this kind of attention."

"Good. I can't promise much, but I can promise my attention when I am here."

"Not like I have much time for much attention anyway. Sex and comfort when I can get it is better than nothing while trying to find the right person."

James curled his lips into a smile and pressed a kiss to Quin's forehead.

"You knew I was touch starved," Quin said.

"Yes. Many women are like that when I take them to bed. Their husbands want nothing to do with pleasure with them. I make them feel alive, at least for a night."

"You don't have to give them up," Quin said.

"I don't have many left of the ones I care about here in London. Just one, and she has a string of us. She won't miss me being gone."

"I don't require monogamy outside of work, that is."

"I don't like to sleep around when my heart is involved."

"And is your heart involved already?"

"Not yet, but I think that it might be soon. Just waiting for someone to come in from the cold that needed taking care of."

Quin laughed a little but said nothing about not wanting to be taken care of.

James knew that Quin would be skittish. He would wear him down with attention, affection, and touch. He hoped that maybe it wouldn't take long.

The End