London Light

Reboot

Alex was sitting at the kitchen table. Q sitting by his side, tapping away on his laptop, every now and then conferring with him. Danny was standing at the stove, preparing their dinner. James chatting in a low voice about his latest mission, making a joke, which had Danny laughing and smiling brightly. James aggressively flirting, Danny playfully leading on and evading. Touching and teasing. Alex was fascinated, observing intently.

Q said something. When Alex didn't react, everyone went still. Three heads were turned towards Alex, who looked pointedly at James' hand, covering Danny's arse, then let his eyes wander towards James' groin, before looking back up at Danny. Danny, who winked encouraging, before turning back to James. Q, who had locked eyes with James, disbelieving, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. James' stance was challenging, turning Danny slowly towards Q and Alex, holding him tightly. Alex made a little, undignified sound. The tension in the kitchen was tangible. All eyes were on Q now.

Q, who apparently had been oblivious to the many small signs and hints, which had become more and more frequent during the past few weeks. Since Alex had managed to overcome his anxieties and had been working full-time for MI6 again. Ever since Danny had accepted his place in Q's flat, their flat. Shared by four men, who each had to work with their own demons, but who relied heavily on each other in doing so.

Now, the only sounds in the kitchen were made by the heavy breathing of all of them. Waiting.

"Fuck, yes," Q said quietly. Closing his laptop, he looked at each of them.

"No condoms," Alex supplied, equally quiet.

Danny swallowed, his pupils blown wide. The front of his trousers were bulging, James' hand stealing lightly over it while his grin widened into something feral.

"Hell, yes," he said with a growl. Then he turned towards Alex. "Shower, now!"

Releasing Danny, who stumbled forward, gripping one of the kitchen chairs to keep his balance. Leaving Q and Danny in the kitchen, Alex pliantly followed James into the bathroom. This felt like a dream, his grip on the top in his pocket almost painful.

James turned towards him, hand outstretched. Hesitating a beat, Alex gave the top over to James, who made it spin for a few moments, before it tumbled and fell.

"Not a dream, Alex," James said reassuringly.

It gave them pause. They stood in front of each other in the spacious bathroom.

"If you want to stop, at any time, just say stop or no," James continued, a warm smile on his face, when Alex looked up at him.

He didn't know how to respond, what to do next. He wanted this, had wanted it for a long time now. Unable to put it into words, knowing instinctively that Danny would be okay with it. Danny had probably known long before him. Still, Alex had no idea how to continue from here.

James took his silence as consent and slowly started to undress Alex. His movements were slow, telegraphing his intent, ensuring Alex time to adjust, time to stop him. Some of his tension disappeared, watching James' eyes roam over his naked body. Alex' breath hitched, when James began unbuttoning his own shirt, slowly revealing a well toned chest. He wanted to touch, carefree like Danny. Instead he just stood watching. James made a show of it, letting the clothes slipped from his shoulders, the trousers pooling around his feet. Alex wetted his lips, his breathing fast and shallow. Scars and muscles, two pink nipples, there for the taking, and all Alex could do was stare.

James took pity in him and stepped forward, closing the gap between them. His kiss was slow and sweet, like Danny's when he wanted Alex to relax, to let go. Alex closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, let James take the lead and hold him close. Opening his mouth, James plunged in, exploring with his tongue, taking control, keeping Alex safe.