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

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

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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Q settled in, getting comfortable and letting himself relax.

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

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

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.

"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.

"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.

"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?"

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.

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.

"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.

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

"Who is that?"

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.

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

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.

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?"

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

"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."

Q said nothing for a long moment, then swallowed hard before speaking.

"I think he had a gun, Rob."

"And I know that my well tailored suits are deceiving, but I have a number of means of protection at my disposal at the moment as well," Robin said. "Shall we walk back to my place? Or would you rather go somewhere else now?"

Q hesitated, then nodded once. Though he couldn't help but think he needed to call Bond.

Robin looked at him for a moment, and then leaned in and kissed him before taking his hand and leading him back down the street towards his building.

Q let himself be led along, staying close but keeping an eye out the whole time.

"I need to call my step-father," he said, calling Bond that only because it was the closest thing to an established cover that they had. He knew the other man hated it, but James would just have to suck it up. He couldn't do better on the fly.

He wanted to call his dad? Robin arched an eyebrow but didn't argue. "Please, go right ahead."

Q would have preferred some more privacy, but in the moment he didn't have much choice as he pulled out his phone and dialled Bond's number.

All he got was the man's voice mail, and he left a fairly cryptic message.

"You asked that I ring you if I felt he was getting dangerous- So this is me. Telling you. Call me back when you can."

Hanging up, he turned his attention back to Rob. "I should warn you, I think he's been stalking my friends as well. There's a chance he's been watching you."

"That would be unfortunate for him," Robin said neutrally.

"No, don't make light of this," Q said, pulling Rob to a stop.

"He is dangerous. Truly dangerous."

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