He's painfully out of his depth here, with Eliot who is way, way out of his league and the part of Quentin that wants to sabotage every attempt he makes at being another person, someone that he doesn't fucking hate, keeps reminding him of this. Of the fact that just because Eliot is his friend, which is a miracle all on its own, doesn't mean that Eliot wants this. Even if the evidence is... huge to the fact that Eliot does in fact want this.

It wants to remind him of past failures and Quentin... doesn't let it. He takes a deep breath, trying to not come untouched like a teen getting to second base for the first time, when Eliot leans back, all of him on display on Quentin's bed, hard cock curving up towards his stomach, looking like every wet dream Quentin ever had.

"Oh my god--"

He wants it all, wants to press Eliot down on to the bed and cover him, to fuck him. Wants Eliot's mouth on him, and most of all, Quentin wants to put his mouth all over Eliot. Wants to do crazy shit, like lick his ankle and nibble at his wrists. Wants to make this last forever, and he wants to get off right now, because he's close, so close and Eliot is right there, all casual nakedness and wicked smile.

"Yeah? Yes, you can-- oh, you could certainly pull it off. Being naked."

Which just makes Quentin's brain feel too hot. Overheating and overthinking, and he quiets it by just going for it. By just sliding a hand up Eliot's calf, followed closely by tiny kisses over the bend at his knee, up up up until he's close enough to smell how hard Eliot is. He licks his lips.

"I've been--"

Is all he says before taking Eliot in to his mouth, licking over the head and jesus, there's no way he's ever going to fit all of that in to his mouth, but he covers the base with his hand, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks, bobbing his head and grinding his painfully hard dick against the soft covers.