Despite the warmth, Ray shivered at the feel of Asher's hands and it was only then that he realized he was shaking minutely. Passion, he decided, not nerves.

He couldn't quite tear himself away for the small task of talking, so he withdrew his own hands and wrapped his fingers around Asher's tie, pulling it up and over his head which forced him to break contact.

"Pick the closest," he breathed, attacking the last button on Asher's shirt too and pushing it open roughly. Only it wasn't quite the last button and it ripped, a short clatter heard moments later when said button hit the wall at high speed. "Oops." Ray only hesitated for a moment before he freed Asher completely. Holy fuck, there was a half naked man standing in front of him. "Pick," he reminded him, running a palm up Asher's chest and wrapping it around the back of his neck to pull him back in, "and let's go."