The Oldest Dance (слэш)

James looked down at the Quartermaster, meeting the dilated hazel eyes as he leaned closer, till their bodies were flush together. Their eyes closed involuntarily as their groins met and the Quartermaster's back hit the wall behind him. James raised his arms, trapping the Quartermaster with his forearms and leaned his head down.
"Seduction is my favourite dance Q." James said, lips just barely brushing the Quartermaster's. The young man surged forward to make contact but James leaned back, keeping the distance constant. The Quartermaster, his Quartermaster, made a desperate noise. James smiled and leaned down, awarding him with a soft open lipped kiss along his jawline.
"But it's not the only dance I know." James finished, grinding his hips against the Quartermaster's before he stepped away. The young man moaned at the loss and opened his eyes.
"Bastard." He said vehemently.
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In which James finds himself in the field with the enigmatic Quartermaster and learns that maybe the oldest dance he knows isn't seduction and he isn't the only one left a little broken by the years. Or... in which Sherlock gets into trouble and Q jumps to the rescue - with 007 in tow!