Lee's eyes light up and he locks his gaze on Connor's, his hair a little disheveled from pulling off his shirt. "I like you," he says, letting himself reach out and run a hand down Connor's naked chest, thumb brushing his nipping. "I like you a lot."

Trailing his hand lower, he catches his fingers in Connor's waistband, thumb circling the button on the front of his jeans. Lee brings his other hand up to open it, then tugs down Connor's zipper. He is aching to kiss Connor, but he's learned his lesson as far as that's concerned. As much as he loves kissing, he knows not everyone is so keen on it in these sorts of situations.