Hardly a mystery at the time. But the panic had ebbed now that Quentin wasn't crying and he absolutely wasn't arguing about getting his pants off now, especially since Quentin was being nice and giving Randall a helping hand. When his pants were off, he left Quentin to get his own boxers off and leaned over to the bedside table to grab the lube. He didn't know what Quentin wanted from him - at least not exactly - but he had a feeling that the lube was going to come in handy.

He pulled Quentin back into the same position over him once he'd grabbed the bottle. Quentin wasn't exactly small, but Randall shifted him around like he weighed nothing. He wrapped his hand in Quentin's hair and pulled him in for another kiss, hips thrusting in the direction of Quentin's hand as a suggestion to pick up where they'd left off before the pants had come off.