Connor's kiss is eager and hot and a little desperate, and Lee allows himself to be dragged into it, giving in to a desire he usually keeps bottled up. It feels so good to just kiss Connor, neither one of them ready again for sex yet. It pings an emotional part of Lee that he's tried to bury, and he'll cover it again when Connor leaves in the morning, but for the moment he lets himself pretend he can have this, that he can have Connor as more than just a fuck every now and again. Even if Lee wasn't sick, there's no way Connor would want to be in a relationship with someone like Lee in a place like this. But it's nice to think there's a chance, just for a few minutes.

He holds Connor close, wraps his arms around Connor's back and kisses him deeply, slowly and thoroughly. It feels so good, he doesn't want to stop any time soon, and he won't, unless Connor does.