"You'll get it," Lee replies, thrusting his hips forward once more in punctuation. "Don't move," he tells Connor, though it's not really a threat; he's not really worried Connor's going to go anywhere.

It's difficult to move away from Connor's heated body, but he makes himself do it, crossing to a little cabinet next to his bed and pulling open a drawer on the front. What he needs is right in reach and he grabs the tube and a single foil packet, moving quickly back to where Connor is standing in Lee's kitchen.