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Q had managed to remain out of the field for a bit now, confined to his lab and Q branch, quite happily. In fact his world, as a whole, had been delightfully calm. He and Bond had spent the holiday abroad, doing things the office didn't need to know about... And he'd returned to London uncharacteristically chipper.

Today he was at a cafe not far from the office, hiding behind his laptop as usual- However, he seemed slightly less closed off than usual. Where he usually blended into the background, or made a point of not engaging with the world, today.... Today, however, he seemed interested, watching people pass by out the window, and even occasionally glancing up to see who was coming and going in the cafe.

In fact, he was so engaged with the world, that he didn't notice his laptop screen flicker strangely before returning to normal.

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"You should ask. And if he's not...I'm still keen," he replied with a bright gleam in his eyes.

Q nodded, looking down at his phone and wondering if it would be wrong to try and text Bond right now. His gaze lingered on the back of his phone, then flickered up to Hex, looking for instructions.

Hex gave a nod, looking from Q's eyes to the phone and back. It was all too easy to slip into the role of dominance when he was with Q. Odd, really, because in most all worldly ways, Q was clearly better suited to life than Hex. But Hex could give him this one thing he couldn't get from anyone else. It was freeing for him and he thought it had to be freeing for Q as well.

He couldn't lie, just that simple nod gave him a small thrill... Picking up the phone, Q sent off a very simple and to the point text.

Hex wants to play. Would you like to join us?

Hex sipped his tea, quite calm as he, too, awaited the reply.

It didn't take even a minute for the phone to chime.

Love to but can't. Trip to America in the works. Have fun. -JB

Q's smile faded a little, but he covered it quickly, forcing a smile.

"Sadly, he's a bit busy. He's due abroad for work," he said, slipping his glasses back on.

"We'll get him yet," Hex assured him. "Until then...I hope I'll do."

"Always," Q assured him. "I just wish he wasn't always... Well, never mind. Anyway, where would you like to go?"

"Always gone?" Hex replied, then he drank down the rest of his tea. He didn't need an answer really and got to his feet.

"I'm not dressed for any of the clubs, and it's a bit early for them anyway. What about that one you took me to the one time. The posh place."

"The hotel? Yes, alright," Q agreed, trying to push away the small bit of hurt sitting in his chest. ...Though he didn't move to text Bond back. As though punishing the double-o with silence.

Hex went over to the register to pay for everything, giving Q time to pack away his laptop and such. By the time he was done he was sure the man was ready.

"Tube or taxi?" he asked.

"Uber, one's already on the way. I contacted the hotel as well, I booked us a suite for the night," Q replied, not sure if Hex would even want to stay with him all night.

"Fantastic," he smiled. "I can't wait. I've been itching to blow off some steam," he admitted.

Q nodded, following Hex to the curb while they waited for their ride.

"Is Danny not, um, very interested?" he asked. He'd seen the man's file, he knew the man wasn't against kinky sex. Hell, he'd flat out confessed to dabbling in asphyxiation. It seemed strange to him that this might be off limits between him and Hex.

"No, he is. It's different with you, though. There's no boundaries with Danny," he said. "I like the frustration with you. I like having...limits."

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"The lack of sexual release?" Q asked.

"Yeah," he replied, a blush touching his cheeks.

"Is that something you only enjoy with me?" Q asked curiously.

"It is," he nodded. Even with Fin he got off, though that hadn't happened in what seemed like ages.

"Just you," he said more softly.

Q looked over, and just as the cab pulled up, he tugged Hex down slightly and kissed his cheek.

That made Hex smile. He stepped forward and opened the door for Q.

"Get in," he said, a tone of command in his voice.

Q nodded, slipping into the car and sliding over to make room for Hex. He sat still and upright, laptop bag neatly resting on his knees. Like this, Q was the picture of calm and passiveness.

Hex gave the address and sat next to Q, a heavy hand resting on the man's leg. He was quiet, thinking to himself of all the things he could do to Q. All the things he wanted to do. All the things that would frustrate him the most.

And his cock responded, thickening now, in the cab, in the silence.

Q responded to the touch, relaxing a bit beneath the weight of Hex's hand- As though letting go of the control he kept himself under.

As the hotel came into view, he looked over at Hex.

"Are you certain your boyfriend will be alright with this? I don't want to disrupt the calm you've found."

Hex honestly didn't know and that gave him pause. He thought of Danny, of their life together. How happy he was. He shouldn't risk it, and he certainly wasn't going to ask if it was ok. After all, he had his doubts at times about Danny. When he went on a bender and was gone for longer than he ought to be. What was he doing out there, high and drunk and doing who knows what with who knew who.

It wasn't as if he was going to fuck Q. He just wanted to hurt him.

"It's fine," he said after thinking it through.

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