Quentin discovers a spell that will let him feel literally any sensation he can think of. It's too bad that he doesn't realize he's botched a line of the Aramaic.

The result? As Quentin is experiencing what it would feel like to fuck his best friend, Eliot also feels exactly what it would feel like to have Quentin deep inside him. Lucky for Quentin, Eliot doesn't mind--in fact, quite the opposite.