Asher hung back a few feet, watching the strange display that only seemed to get weirder and weirder. Once Ray had made it to inspecting the room, he whistled to get his attention. "Hey! You're in the basement, not a recon mission in the jungle, Stallone."

"Good eye," Ray complimented, nodding to Asher and backing into the darkness of the dorm. He held his arms out to his sides while he was still visible, an invitation for Asher to follow and a challenge all in one.

Loosening his tie, he popped the top button of his shirt to pull it free, securing it quickly, Rocky-style, around his head. "Laaaaadies and gentleeemeeeen. Put your hands together, scream and shout for the original Italian Stallion!"

"You're mixing your Rockys and your Rambos," he said, remaining just outside the door frame. He'd always thought the myth about vampires not being able to step foot over a threshold without an invitation was one of the dumber ones, but apparently skinny Italian men with ties on their heads, acting like complete idiots, worked like a charm.

Ray didn't mind getting it wrong when he wasn't that much of a fan of Sly. If he'd been talking about Travolta though, and mixed up his Tony Manero and his Danny Zuko, then that would have been a different story.

"Same guy," he waved off, tugging at the tie and removing it from his head. "You gonna join me or do I have to do this on my own?"

"That might be interesting to watch, actually," Asher admitted, but finally did step into the room, shutting the door behind himself. As much as he hated that room, he definitely did appreciate the door at least, and not having to throw a curtain closed on a nightly basis.

"You sure you don't want to check under the beds first? See if you missed someone?" He asked, grabbing the front of Ray's shirt and pulling him into a kiss once he was close enough. "Or the showers?"

"Eh. They'll stay under there if they know what's good for them," Ray answered, the last few words barely intelligible through the kiss. He was rougher than he would normally be, only letting Asher catch a breath after he'd grazed his bottom lip with his teeth, an unconscious attempt to get Asher to start using his own, perhaps.

"Showers are for after work-outs, not before," he countered, pushing Asher's jacket off his shoulders and leaning in again. "And this is my best shirt, so be careful." He was fine with ripping buttons off other people's clothes though, as the past had already proven.

Asher let go long enough to shrug his jacket off the rest of the way, letting it drop to the ground before giving Ray's the same treatment. "That's a very sad statement," he mumbled against his lips, carefully undoing buttons, as requested, and forcing Ray in the direction of his bed.

"If all goes well tonight, bring that up again in a week or so." If he'd really never had a work-out during a shower, Asher was more than willing to help him cross it off his bucket list.

Ray pulled back far enough to see most of Asher's face. "A week?" That sounded like an unnecessarily long time. Unless it was for medical reasons...

He guessed he'd find out soon enough but forewarning was always handy. He gave Asher a look when he caught sight of the holster but he made no move to remove it just yet, focusing instead on getting Asher's shirt untucked and open. "Do you...take that long to recharge?"

Rolling his eyes, Asher opted to stay quiet. Instead, he just shoved him down onto the mattress once there, and took care of the removal of his tie, shirt and holster himself.

"I figure that's how long your next episode will last. We do this, you go into hiding, you resurface again."

With Asher taking his clothes off right in front of him, Ray tried his hardest not to laugh. Considering he hadn't seen any action in years now, it was just about the hottest thing he could imagine. Even with the cheesy music he could hear in his head.

Any more shoving like that and Asher's bed would be in danger of getting shot, so Ray lifted his hips just high enough for him to pull his gun free. Leaning over the side of the bed, he slid it beneath and sat back up just as the laugh threatened to escape.

"Vampire stripper," he choked, reaching forward to grab any part of Asher's pants he could to get him on the bed, "I knew it."

Had Asher not been as worked up as he was, there was a very good chance Ray's comment and near laughter would have sent him gathering back up his clothing and storming out of the room. As things were, though, he was more of less in it for the long haul. Or at least until Ray decided to assume the fetal position. Again.

"Do you really want to piss me off right after getting rid of that?" Asher commented in reference to Ray's gun, stopping stubbornly just inches from the bed.

Pulling himself up, Ray rose to his knees at the end of the bed and reached for Asher again, catching him by his belt and pulling his hips towards him.

"The real question is, do you wanna waste time getting pissed off," he undid Asher's buckle and button on his pants, then looked back up, "or d'you wanna spend time just getting off?" Ray tilted his head as he waited for Asher's answer, fingers poised on his zipper.

Between that question and his earlier statement, Asher was beginning to wonder if Ray had ever had sex at all. "Those two things are far from being mutually exclusive," he told him, pushing Ray's shirt off his shoulders and climbing onto the bed once he stepped out of his shoes.

Twisting on the mattress, he leaned back and pulled Ray down with him, teeth grazing his lips as he pressed his mouth to his again.

Ray let out a noise of pleasant surprise, having expected Asher to claim the top spot, to keep the control. Shaking his shirt off his arm, he conveniently forgot about his earlier warning and let it drop haphazardly to the floor, more interested in following Asher down to the mattress.

"You're not pissed off," he breathed, eagerly returning the kiss. "We made it to the bed." Hate sex in his experience barely made it up the stairs. He reached down to his own pants and pulled the zipper to get comfortable, then settled most of his weight on Asher, half-propped up on an elbow. His free hand didn't waste any time before it was tracking his ribs, pulling him closer.

"You were already on the bed, you idiot," he said in a low growl, biting Ray's lip harder as a warning. "Keep it up and you'll wind up on the floor. Alone."

As his hands roamed the skin of Ray's back and shoulders, he fought to keep his hips still when they threatened to push up against the weight above him, remembering that the last time they'd gotten this far, that had scared Ray off.

The bite made Ray want to do things that he didn't want to do and was in no way ready for. But he already knew that it would be good, if what they were doing now was anything to go by.

Licking his bottom lip to calm the sting, he drew back and stared at Asher until he realised what he was doing, like he'd just decided there was no turning back. Dipping his head again, he dropped a kiss on Asher's shoulder, then his chest, then a rib that he'd been dragging his fingernails over and over.

"I thought keeping it up was the entire point," he murmured, mouth moving to his neck. He squirmed at the touch on his back and pushed his hips against Asher's, just to prove that even now he didn't do what Asher wanted him to. He was definitely keeping it up but he doubted he'd actually end up on the floor. Alone.