Kyle's comfort with Quentin's idea of sharing only makes him more likely to opt for connecting them that way when he can. Not only is it easier than saying something embarrassing out loud, the ability to share a thought and a feeling along with an idea provides the much needed promise of being understood.

He dissolves into a fit of giggles when Kyle swears and chomps his neck. "No one calls me that," he snickers. "I love it when you call me that."

Even as Kyle speaks the words, they're reflected in the film that plays overhead. A shot of Kyle's hand on his hip. The stretch of his stomach as he arches up. The new angle he gets looking down his own belly at Kyle knelt between his legs. Like a live feed of Quentin's thoughts as he considers the benefits of this suggestion.

His cheeks burn and he smiles, planting his heels to lift himself as he stuffs a pillow under his ass without taking his hands off of Kyle.