Randall slipped his hands underneath Quentin's boxers and slid his hands over Quentin's ass. A totally different action than what his words were saying. "Not my fault. Someone seemed to have a point to prove. All I was doing was standing there, minding my own business."

Never mind that he'd been the one to start this by confusing him with Eric. Or that he'd paused several times along the way only to frustrate Quentin every time he tried to get to his knees there. And never mind that the drug they'd been given was working on his libido. Those were just things he was 'forgetting'.

"Maybe I'll just take a nap first."