Kyle rains kisses all over Quentin's face again. "Good," he says softly. He props himself up on one elbow. With good other hand he strokes Quentin's hair back, eyes moving over every inch of his face.

"You're beautiful," Kyle says. "I mean it." He leans down to kiss Quentin's mouth before he sits up and leans over to grab those wipes.

"Here, you'll feel a little less gross."