Q (Continued from 7/16/2014 meeting in cafe)

[goodfellow]

Q covered Rob's hand with his own, guiding it higher and then turning away. With his attention focused back out the window, it was hard to believe he'd said anything at all. Q was so terribly good at appearing disinterested and calm.

It was, actually, terribly impressive how Quentin pretended not to care as with that encouragement Robin slid his hand higher. Determined to get some reaction out of him, he began to very lightly massage his groin, and then leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I'm going to make you forget your own name. More than once. I'd start now if this were a longer trip."

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[goodfellow]

A little smile quirked at Robin's lips. It sounded a bit like a crush to him, but he had the good manners not to point that out.

"Well good, then you can just impress me instead," Robin teased, and stabbed the last scallop with his fork. "What do you say, dessert to go?"

[quartermaster_q]

"Sounds perfect," Q nodded. "I'm ready to leave as soon as you are. I find myself quite ready to be somewhere a bit less public."

[goodfellow]

"Almost wish I'd driven," Robin said conversationally. "I'd love to have you suck my cock in a car." He knocked back the last whiskey and smiled as the waiter came in and Robin asked politely for an order of sweet potato donuts to go, and the check.

[quartermaster_q]

Q was just tipsy enough that he might have done it, but he was sober enough not to admit that as he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly, all he could think about was that bloody Aston Martin and the soft purr of its engine as James tore through the streets, and Q frowned to himself.

"Yes, well, you've waited this long. You can wait a while longer. I do admire a man with self control after all."

[goodfellow]

Robin only smiled at that, and waited for the waiter to return with the check, and he handed off a black credit card and signed the receipt with a flourish, leaving a generous tip. Then he picked up the small bag with the donuts and said, "Shall we?"

[quartermaster_q]

"Let's," Q nodded, picking up his own bag and following Rob outside.

"I'd kill for a real vacation," he admitted once they were out on the pavement. "Somewhere sunny- Spain maybe. Somewhere far from work and my stalker of an ex. Somewhere well-away from London," he mused aloud, voicing things he usually wouldn't.

[goodfellow]

"Spain is lovely," said Robin. "Though Greece has better beaches. Not as good as they used to be, but... yes. I can see you lying on a beach in Crete, actually picking up a tan. Maybe there's not even wifi." He winked as he hailed a cab.

[quartermaster_q]

"Oh, let's not get carried away," Q laughed. "I couldn't live without wifi."

[goodfellow]

"Oh, who am I kidding, I imagine even Crete has 4G these days," Robin said with a little laugh as he opened the back of a cab for Quention and then climbed in after him. He gave the driver his address and then leaned back in his seat.

[quartermaster_q]

Q settled in, getting comfortable and letting himself relax.

"I'm glad I ran into you, Rob. I needed a distraction tonight I think."

[goodfellow]

"Oh I am so good for that," Robin purred agreeably. "Happy to oblige, kitten." He slid a hand onto Quentin's thigh.

[quartermaster_q]

Though it's always like this, it feels like. You're always on the prowl it seems. I've never seen a glimpse of your real life. Just the sex and the sleaze. It all feels a bit hollow sometimes," he confessed, beginning to get a bit melancholy.

[goodfellow]

"Sleaze?" Robin actually looked a little offended at that.

And that was quite a mood swing. No more whiskey for this one.

He leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Ask me what you like, kitten. I'm an open book - " Lie. "But I don't think you're really one to talk, hmm?" Vague and more vague was Quentin about his own life, which didn't actually bother Robin all that much.

[quartermaster_q]

"Fine then. What's your job? Your real job. Where does all the money come from, Rob?" Q asked, looking over at the man beside him as he slid down in his seat a little.

[goodfellow]

"My only job at the moment is the operation of a very successful used car dealership," Robin said, which was a hundred percent true. "Though I admit, some of the money may have come from some more shady business dealings in the past. And some very, very good investments." And a whole lot of time. He looked at Quentin and said honestly, "I'm a very good thief, when it suits me. Does that bother you?"

[quartermaster_q]

Q considered that for a long moment, silent and thoughtful as he looked out the window, then shook his head.

"No. I'm quite a good thief as well, when the need arises," he admitted.

[goodfellow]

Robin grinned. "No wonder we get along so well." He scooted closer to him and kissed his neck again. "You seem down now, kitten," he murmured.

[quartermaster_q]

"I'm not," Q sighed. "Well, no- I am," he admitted, turning his head slightly to look at Rob.

"Alcohol often has that effect on me," he confessed, reaching and stroking Rob's hair.

The cab came to a stop, and Q slid out first, needing some air and leaving Rob to pay. Leaning against a lamppost, he stared off into the distance- and then spotted a familiar face. ...An unsettling face

For the past month Terrance had been haunting him. Appearing and vanishing, turning up in places he shouldn't have been. Leaving gifts, sending texts... Stalking, Bond had said. This shadow from his old life was stalking him.

Exhaling with a shudder, Q held his gaze, refusing to take his eyes off the other man.

[goodfellow]

Robin came up behind him then and put a hand lightly on his lower back.

"Who is that?"

[quartermaster_q]

Q nearly said 'no one', but Terrance moved, revealing what looked like a gun on his hip, and Q grabbed Robin and started to run.

[goodfellow]

"What the fuck," Robin blurted, surprised to suddenly find himself running.

[quartermaster_q]

Q said nothing, only focused on running as he held Rob's arm tightly and took them down several blocks, and eventually down a dim alley behind a dumpster.

Panting, it took Q a moment to catch his breath.

"Apologies," was all he said.

[goodfellow]

Robin stared at him for a second. "You know, I'm really more of the fight than flight sort," he said. Then - "Is there someone after you?"

[quartermaster_q]

"No. No- I mean... Perhaps," Q admitted. "I'm not sure he's after me, exactly. Stalking might be a bit more accurate."

[goodfellow]

"You felt the need to run from him," Robin said with a frown. "Look." He put his hands on Quentin's shoulders, looking at him. "You don't have to tell me what's going on if you don't want to. But you're safe with me. I can pretty much assure you that whatever it is I've dealt with worse."