"They're really good..." Ray trailed off feebly, in an attempt to dissipate the growing tension in the cabin. It didn't work though and every inch of him felt it.
He wanted Asher too, of course he did, and it did feel right, getting more intimate with someone he was in love with. But seeing as he didn't have a clue what to he was meant to do, he dreaded the thought of excrutiating embarrassment.
Before he really knew it though, his hands were moving up Asher's chest and slowly pushing the suit jacket off his shoulders. That was when the problem occured to him. Slow gave him time to think, to worry. The band-aid theory was clearly the way to go.
Flicking questioning eyes briefly to Asher's, they filled suddenly with determination and desire and it was like someone had hit a switch in Ray. He pressed forward and practically tore the jacket the rest of the way off, dropped it fast so he could fill his hands with shirt, grab it at the small of Asher's back and start untucking. His mouth had been on Asher's before he'd even made his move.
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He wanted Asher too, of course he did, and it did feel right, getting more intimate with someone he was in love with. But seeing as he didn't have a clue what to he was meant to do, he dreaded the thought of excrutiating embarrassment.
Before he really knew it though, his hands were moving up Asher's chest and slowly pushing the suit jacket off his shoulders. That was when the problem occured to him. Slow gave him time to think, to worry. The band-aid theory was clearly the way to go.
Flicking questioning eyes briefly to Asher's, they filled suddenly with determination and desire and it was like someone had hit a switch in Ray. He pressed forward and practically tore the jacket the rest of the way off, dropped it fast so he could fill his hands with shirt, grab it at the small of Asher's back and start untucking. His mouth had been on Asher's before he'd even made his move.