At the very least, John could be helping him out with all those hair ruffle and cheek pinching issues. Maybe. Or he could be promoting it - it was hard to say, really.
"Ace," he says, even though that's kind of what the young kids are saying these days, and he just isn't. But the wording works, and fuck the youths anyway. He tightens his grip on the other mans' ass, and grins again before half-biting and half sucking a proper mark onto the curve of Q's neck.