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Willy/Bond/Harry

Being held 'captive' was proving very, very, dull. Not that he was hoping for torture and cruelty, he was pleased to avoid all that, but he wouldn't have minded a little excitement. Just a smidge... That morning though everyone at the tavern was brimming with excitement, chatting away about some fight and the return of the queen.

Seemed he might be going home today.

They had breakfast as always, but Q played closer attention to Willy this morning, wondering how this would play out. Would he bring Bond here? Would he play up the whole captive thing? Would it be more the same?

He wondered if everyone was alright, from Hex to Harry, and all those in between he'd come to think of as friends or even family...

"Are they coming here, or are we going to them?" he asked after a moment.

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Bond's hands slipped around his middle and deftly unbuttoned his fly.

"Don't consider you a gift? I imagine you'd rather not be unwrapped?" he purred in his ear while looking at Q.

Bond was clearly pleased with himself, certain this was something Q wanted and would make him happy. And, of course, Harry wasn't...wrong.

Q was still a bit unsure, but he couldn't pretend he didn't want this. He'd daydreamed about it more than once, both men, together at the same time. Hands, lips, spit and skin...

He wet his lips, then dared to move closer.

"You don't have to do this if you're not comfortable, Harry."

Harry wasn't sure if it was Bond's voice in his ear or his hands near his groin, but a shiver of arousal went through him. And by the time Q spoke - "I'm very comfortable."

"Not comfortable enough," Bond said, his hands moving to slip Harry's trousers down.

"I think we could all be much more comfortable..."

Q hesitated, used to James taking the lead and telling him what he should do- But after a moment he removed his robe then his shirt.

Harry stepped out of his trousers, not wanting to risk waddling in them as they continued. Then he reached towards Q and unfastened his trousers, once his shirt was off. He thought of turning to Bond and doing the same but got distracted by dropping his head to press his lips to the bare skin of Q's shoulder.

Bond was relentless, not stopping until every stitch had puddled at their feet. He stepped in close, then, slipping an arm around both of them.

And he forced the two of them closer together.

"Again?" he grinned at Q.

Q looked embarrassed again, maybe a bit flustered, but that didn't stop him from pressing closer and kissing Harry again, sound and hungry.

A beat later he turned his head and kissed Bond just as firmly.

"Your turn," he said, nodding at the pair and sounding a bit more confident.

Harry got lost in the kiss for a moment but did not for a second forget that Bond was there.

When Q encouraged them… rather than waiting for Bond, who seemed very comfortable taking the lead, Harry kissed him first, sliding a hand to the back of his neck.

Bond groaned wantonly and kissed Harry hungrily. He gripped Q as his desire coursed through him, eager to taste them both.

Q studied the pair as they kissed, surprised by how arousing it was. He'd have thought seeing Bond kiss anyone but himself might send him into a small rage or a deep depression, but- On this occasion, he felt peace.

"Should we go to bed now?" he suggested softly.

It was an exceptionally good kiss. All of this in fact felt like a bit of a dream. And not only because it had been so long since he'd kissed anyone. And not just because it was Q, whom he'd been fantasizing about since he'd arrived on the ship. It was all of it.

"Yes please," Harry said breathlessly, and took Q's hand.

Only then did Bond release his hold on them both so they didn't trip over each other on the way to the bed. He settled first, but moved over.

Blue eyes raked over both of them as they joined him.

Q climbed onto the bed next, settling in near the headboard against the pillows.

"I'm not even sure how this works," he confessed. "Is there etiquette, or... I don't know, rules?"

Harry supposed this answered the question of whether Q and Bond had done this before, which he had wondered about.

He sat down on the edge of the bed on the other side of Q and looked down at them. Managed a small smile. "I was wondering about choreography."

"You both think too much," Bond replied. "Q, come here. Harry, there. I'm sure we can figure it out, hmm?" he said, giving them both just a bit of guidance.

He and Q had never.

But Bond...

Q settled in, unsure, but eager as he tangled himself with the other men, letting his hands wander and explore over both their bodies.

From the other side of Q, Harry bent his head to kiss his neck, trailing kisses down to his chest. He made a soft sound of pleasure, and one hand gripped his thigh hard.

Bond took charge, giving them both ideas of ways they could enjoy everything on offer. He tasted Q and Harry both, then urged then to try one another. He mapped the shape of them, apart and together.

Eventually his hands fell away and only one rested on Q, keeping him anchored. He moved, then, so he could watch them.

It was hard to keep focused, hard to be fully aware of who was touching who. It was hands, and lips, and bliss... And this feeling of knowing he was just safe. In this moment of carnal lust, all he knew was he was wanted, and wanting, and that he cared for these men- And they for him.

"Harry," he whispered as their lips met again.

Harry kissed him back, running his fingers lightly through his hair. He realized after a moment as well that Bond was just watching them.

A little bolder, he swung a leg over and straddled Q's thighs, sliding a hand between them and beginning to lightly stroke Q's cock as they kissed. Then he moved his lips to his neck and murmured, "I've dreamed about this."

And if he had to be completely honest with himself, he wasn't just talking about Q.

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