for Q

[lepidopterologist]

For some time now, Harry had been considering a talk with Bond. The flirting did not go unnoticed, it seemed stronger every day. As did Q's discomfort, Harry thought, though that was also harder to judge... and Harry felt as if he were possibly the least qualified person in the world to give someone advice about this sort of thing.

Eventually, though, he decided that what he was mostly concerned about Q's wellbeing. Which he found he cared a great deal about.

He'd decided that he did want to check on Q. So he fell into step with him as they inadvertently met up on the way to home from the beach. "Good morning, Q," he said pleasantly.

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[lepidopterologist]

"Don't hurry on our account," said Harry, still sitting on the edge of the bed. He realized it had been some time since he'd slept in a bed. There was no denying it was more comfortable than the couch. He wouldn't have dreamed of complaining, and he'd certainly slept in worse circumstances, but he realized that this was the first day in a long time that he hadn't woken without his back slightly sore.

[0_0_7]

Bond found some clothes and got dressed, then padded out in bare feet to take Jack outside. The pup barked and wriggled, and once outside he ran around a bit before finding a place to do his business. Bond stood waiting, yawning and stretching. He'd slept well, if briefly.

He came back inside with Jack and set him up with some breakfast, then wandered into the kitchen.

"Is there tea?" he asked. "Is the water hot?"

[lepidopterologist]

Harry glanced at the kettle, and then said, "Four, three, two one..." and it started to whistle.

"Now there is."

He found himself thinking that he'd rather found it easier to interact with Bond before he'd seen him nearly naked, though at least he had some clothes on now.

"I slept well," he finally said, conversationally.

[0_0_7]

"Did you? No knees or elbows in your kidneys? Lucky sod," Bond replied with a smile as he made his cup. "To be fair, we had him penned in. Usually he sprawls."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry picked up the kettle, and made them both cups of tea.

"I suppose it's a larger bed than I realized," Harry said. It did seem rather remarkable that they'd all fit so easily.

[0_0_7]

"Mm, yes," Bond nodded. The heat of the tea warmed his hands. He stepped back out of the way a bit. "So what's on the menu for breakfast?"

[cuppa_q]

"Anything but tuna, I hope," Q quipped as he wandered back in. He'd taken a very brief shower, and his hair was still quite wet but already beginning to dry into little waves atop his head. In a red jumper and dark blue jeans, he looked even more like a schoolboy than usual, the lack of professional attire shaving several years right off him.

[lepidopterologist]

"Something resembling pancakes," Harry said, picking up the bowl he'd been pouring things into and beginning to beat the contents rapidly with a fork.

He wondered if this all meant Q might move back in. He'd never quite been sure if that was going to happen.

[0_0_7]

Bond looked him up and down. As young as he appeared, Bond felt as if he might go straight to hell for the attraction he felt. He moved to Q and offered him his cup of tea.

Take it. I'll make another," he said in a strangely thoughtful gesture.

[cuppa_q]

"Oh, thank you, James," Q said, looking a bit surprised by the offer, but smiling as took it. He'd never turn down tea.

"Pancakes sound lovely, Harry. I do hope you don't think we're just using you for your culinary skills though," he added, moving to lean against the counter as he watched the other man work.