As soon as Ray's hands were free from his own jacket, they were back on Asher, pushing up and under his half-open shirt to touch bare skin. If he hadn't been going to hell before he definitely would be now. How could anybody think something that felt this good could be wrong? He dragged his mouth from Asher's, pulled him closer and attached it to his neck, barely finding it easier to think or talk there.

"There's a bedroom on this thing?" He grated. It was all he could get out before his lips were back on a tendon, kissing their way up it and to his jaw, seeking out his mouth again. Fuck, Asher tasted like nothing he'd ever had before and every kiss made him want more.