Title: James Can Bake, and Other Surprises

Rating: M

Warnings: Explicit M/M sex. (well, in the next chapter)

Summary: Q works too much. James tries to remedy this. Established relationship, 00Q.

A/N: I was in the mood for some light hearted fluffy wuffy love stuff. Also, I am on a diet and this is apparently affecting my writing.

Q had been so busy it was making his head hurt, his fingers cramp, and his back ache. He paused for a moment to stretch at his computer station, hearing his spine cracking in an unappealing, and what he was certain was unhealthy, way. He took a sip of his cooling tea, blinked to refocus his eyes, and went back at it, sifting through the papers in front of him, adding to his notes on his computer screen, and glancing up at his employees occasionally. It had seemed this whole week was conspiring against him to give him the worst headache of his life. At least it was Friday. Two blissful days off were within reach.

Hours later Q blinked and looked at the clock, surprised that the time had passed so quickly and his intended end time had come and gone. He looked at his mobile to see that he had one missed call and two texts. He smiled to himself, seeing that James had sent him one seductively worded text, and one that sounded much whinier asking him when he would grace him with his presence. James was home on a short leave, and that always left him bored and mischievous. He knew that once he made it home he would be pounced on by a feisty agent who was itching to have some action to leap into, but would instead settle for some creative love making. That would last for another few days before he would begin to drive Q up a wall as well with his stir-crazy antics.

He sent James a quick reply to let him know he would be leaving shortly, and began gathering up his things and shutting down his personal laptop. He sighed, organizing the paperwork into neat piles in order of importance for Monday. Though he loved his job, some days it was more tedious than exciting, and he was glad to be leaving and have his warm bed and James to go home to. And possibly a massage if he played his cards right. As he picked up his coat and wrapped his scarf multiple times around his neck, he heard his mobile chirp the Zelda theme song. Swiping across the screen, his eyebrows shot up at the brief but illicit sentence that lit up brightly, bringing a blush to his cheeks that he hoped no one noticed. He picked up his pace, suddenly in much more of a hurry to get home.

Twenty minutes later Q was turning the key in the door of the flat that he and James shared. He opened it warily, wondering if Bond would in fact pounce immediately as soon as he crossed the threshold. Somewhat disappointed when this didn't actually happen, Q unwrapped himself from his winter wardrobe, hung his coat and scarf on a hook, and wandered inside to some unfamiliar sounds coming from the kitchen.

"Are you actually cooking for me?" Q said as a greeting, looking at James' face scrunched up with concentration as he gazed into a mixing bowl. "What did you break that you are trying to apologize for this time?"

"Hello to you, too, Q," James said easily, setting down the bowl and putting his hands on Q's arse to pull him into a warm, slow kiss. As Q pulled back he licked his lips, tasting James and something else.

"Mmm, chocolate. Promising. Bittersweet, though."

James removed one arm to dip his hand into the bowl on the kitchen island, swirling chocolate sauce on his finger and bringing it up to Q's still cold lips. Q opened his mouth and let his tongue dart forward to lick off the warm gooey liquid, finishing by pulling the rest of the finger inward and sucking gently. James met Q's eyes and quirked a smile.

"Naughty boy. I've missed you today. You've no idea how boring it is when you're not allowed to go in to the office, have already been to the gym twice, and there's only crap on the telly."

Q rolled his eyes. "Yes, it must be so hard to have mandatory time off of work that you must fill with chocolate making and sending dirty text messages."

"You didn't reply to my last one," Bond purred. "What did you think?" He held up the spoon and began to lick chocolate off of it, bright blue eyes still locked on Q.

Q opened his mouth to shoot out an immediately reply but paused, watching James' pink tongue swipe across the back curve of the spoon. His green eyes darkened a bit and he leaned slightly closer. "I think I like you at home, thinking about me. Waiting for me."

Bond dropped the spoon and moved both of his hands to Q's waist, picking him up easily and setting him on the island. He pushed in between the thin thighs, pressing tightly to Q's lithe body. Q smiled downward from his higher position, sliding his hands through James' short hair and moving his hips forward slightly.

"Well, don't get used to it," James murmured, meaning to be teasing but the words coming out flat as they rang too true. He sighed and leaned his head onto Q's chest, the younger man wrapping one hand around and pulling him even tighter against him. Q breathed in and out deeply, feeling the warmth of James' breathing permeating through his jumper.

"Let's be happy we have tonight at least. And tomorrow." He bent his head to kiss the top of James' blonde hair and tightened his thighs around the other man's ribs. James picked up his head to meet Q's eyes again, hands reaching up to thread through the wavy locks, one running along his chin and tugging him downward until their lips met softly. James let the kiss start slowly, opening his mouth very gently to trace Q's warming lips with the tip of his tongue. Q met James' eager tongue, sliding against it languorously, opening his mouth to let him lick inside. He let his hand tighten in James' hair and pushed his body very gently forward. James' hands traveled up Q's back, feeling the strain of the muscles, tightness and tension evident in his shoulders. He broke from the kiss, strong hands rubbing into the knots at the base of Q's neck as his lips brushed over his jaw. Q groaned and let his head tip back.

"That feels good. Don't stop."

James found a particularly deep knot and pressed into it with his thumb, causing Q to wince slightly and scrunch up his eyes. He breathed deeply, allowing the pain to radiate outward, relaxing into James' strong hand. After a minute he felt the knot begin to loosen and opened his eyes to find James looking at him appreciatively with his beautiful blue eyes. Q smiled shyly.

"You work too hard," was all James said, trying to keep his tone light but Q could hear the concern plainly. His smile turned to a slight frown and he shrugged, moving James' hand that was still rubbing at the knot above his left shoulder blade. They'd had this argument before. Many times. He decided to remain silent.

The oven chose that moment to ding and James dropped his hands, reluctantly removing himself from between Q's spindly legs and leaned over to peek into the window of the oven. He donned the oven mitts that were on the counter and pulled out a tray, Q getting a delicious whiff as the door opened and closed swiftly.

"I was baking, not cooking," James said, back turned to Q. Q jumped down and looked over James' shoulder curiously. He'd never baked for him before. He saw two beautiful looking soufflés that James was sprinkling confectioner's sugar over.

"Grab those raspberries, please," James said as he used the oven mitts to bring them over to their coffee table. "And a fork."

"I didn't know we owned ramekins," Q said, picking up the bowl of raspberries and the fork as requested. He paused then picked up the bowl of chocolate sauce as well and followed James to the sofa.

"I didn't know you knew what a ramekin was," James smiled.

"Well, I do starve when you're not around to feed me, James," Q said dryly. He placed the bowls on the coffee table and settled into the thick cushions, kicking off his shoes and sliding his legs over James' lap. James shot him a dark look.

"You know that makes me unhappy." He plucked a raspberry from the bowl and dipped it into the sauce. Q leaned forward to nip the berry from James' fingers.

"Well having dessert before dinner isn't very nutritionally sound of you," Q pointed out. James smirked, grabbing the fork and scooping out a bite of the soufflé, careful not to touch the still hot edge of the ramekin.

Q swung his leg off of James' lap so he could be more upright to eat. He leaned forward, James placing the bite gently on his tongue and Q pulled backward slightly. He closed his eyes, letting the rich chocolate roll over his tongue. Mixed with the berry, it was exquisite.

"I didn't know you had so many talents," Q teased.

"That's why you love me." Q let a genuine smile play over his lips, grabbing the fork from James' hand and repeating the intimate gesture with him.

"Yes," he said simply, watching as James tasted the rich chocolate. "You're being awfully romantic tonight. Normally it's 'let's fuck' as soon as I'm through the door."

James smiled. "You didn't read my first text. I have a surprise for you. And we'll fuck later, don't worry."

Q raised an eyebrow. "This isn't the surprise?"

James shook his head. He took back the fork and fed Q another bite, pausing to swipe at a touch of chocolate that remained at the corner of Q's lips. "I called in a favor or two. Or three."

Q quirked an eyebrow as he chewed slowly. "And?"

James hesitated. "Well, part of it you won't like."

"Which part?" Q took the fork and fed himself another bite, looking down to see he was scraping the empty ramekin. He stabbed a raspberry and then dipped into the second soufflé, bringing it up to James' lips again.

"Well, there's a ten hour flight involved…"

"What?!" Q almost dropped the fork, but James grabbed it from his hands deftly. "Did you somehow convince M to send me in the field again with you, because if you think that's going to fucking happen ever again you are completely delusional."

James chuckled, setting down the fork on the table and pulling Q onto his lap. He ran soothing hands down his back and pulled Q's arms around his shoulders, moving to nuzzle into the thin neck.

"No. We have ten days off. At the same time."

Q froze as James' words registered. Then a wide grin spread across his face. "Who's dick did you have to suck to get that to happen? God, I hope it wasn't Mallory's…"

"So crass," James chuckled, lips moving along Q's jaw now. His hands moved lower, positioning Q so he was now straddling him across the thighs.

"Wait, so ten hours… in which direction?" James loved the look Q had on his face when he was figuring something out. He brought his hand up to soothe Q's brows back, coming forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

"Brazil. It's summer there. I packed you a bag."

"Great," Q huffed. "Probably all polos and crisp dress pants."

James laughed into Q's shoulder, hands sliding lower to cup his arse. He could feel himself growing increasingly harder as he felt Q's thighs squeeze around him. He pushed his hips forward, delighting in the contact of their groins.

"I bought you a few things, too."

"Oh God," Q muttered, but he ground his hips downward, head falling to James' shoulder and teeth beginning to graze over his collarbone through the fabric of his tshirt.

"The flight's tomorrow morning, so we better get your young arse to bed."

"You're going to have to sedate me, you know. Tomorrow, that is. You're lucky I love you."

James smiled in Q's direction. "Yes. I know." He stood up and let Q slide off of him. Then he pulled him eagerly to the bedroom. The flight was early, but they still had plenty of time left in the night.

A/N 2: There will be actual sex next chapter. I promise. :-D