“If you could do one last thing before you died? What would it be?”

Q interlaced his fingers behind his head and leaned back against the arm the couch, flexing his socked toes across James’ lap.

Bond didn’t look at him when he asked the follow up question.

“I thought our Quartermaster had an answer for everything?”

Q remained silent.

Bond was in the mood for an answer. Ripping off a sock and interlacing your fingers between the toes of your Quartermaster has that effect.

Q’s response was sudden, and unexpected.

But his erection would not be wasted.

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