His eyes were all on the only other man. Everyone else had left, huh? Better that way. The rest of it slid shut with the doors, and Zach's attention was all on the gorgeous man standing right there. Fletcher was wearing robes - Zach was not. As form fitting and fit as they could be - Zach was quite able to see that at the moment - he preferred not wearing them sometimes, such as now. It hadn't been a thought. And the thicker trousers.
His body didn't back up when Fletcher stepped closer, breaking the standard distance between- oh, Zach's back felt the wall behind his back - so it was sturdy - and for a moment the wind was knocked out of his chest, but it came back in an instant, and as Fletcher talked, Zach's hands were finding parts of Fletcher's body to grasp at. Those robes needed to come off. And that hair...
"Have you made up your mind?" Zach asked, pulling him a little closer.