Notes: Written for aerye.
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It was just before lunchtime when Vecchio dragged Ray into the supply closet by the front of his shirt.
�Jesus, Kowalski,� he said, his breath warm on Ray�s ear. �You gotta stop doing that.�
�Me?� Ray said, pushing Vecchio into the shelves. �I�m not the one dragging a guy into the closet.�
�Yeah, but you�re being all�� Ray could see him flailing his hands around. �Hot,� he finally said helplessly.
Ray let that hang there for a few moments before leaning in. �I think this�d be the point where you either put up or shut up, Vecchio.�
Vecchio did both.