Have you ever had the tickle of a sneeze in the back of your nose? The kind that grows in intensity and you’re left begging for it to just happen as you’re left with<i>almost, almost, almost</i>?<br/><br/>Well - Caelan was left with<i>almost</i>.<br/><br/>His orgasm had been right there. Hiding in plain sight.<br/><br/>In fact, Caelan had made it obvious that he was close. He had asked Dusty to fuck him. He had asked Dusty not to stop. Dusty managed to be successful with the first part of his ask, he supposed, but had succumbed before Caelan could grasp onto his own ending. Dusty thrusted into him, leading him down the path towards his happily ever after and stopped just short of reaching the doors, his own orgasm causing him to nearly lay atop Caelan while he recuperated. Things had gone from Dusty being an attentive lover to not giving a damn at all.<br/><br/>Why should Caelan have expected anything more from a complete stranger?<br/><br/>Caelan laid beneath him, gripping the seat edge as his muscles and body pulsated around Dusty’s cock. He groaned and pressed his forehead against the seat, tempted to finish himself off with his hand. He wouldn’t give Dusty the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten his while Caelan hadn’t.<br/><br/>It didn’t take Dusty long to extract himself and move away. He exhaled and slowly sat up, taking the roll of wipes that were tossed at him. Caelan detached a few sheets and cleaned the lube from his skin while Dusty left the truck. He glanced at the man over his shoulder and tossed the soiled rags onto the floor of the truck. Caelan pulled his jeans back on, a difficult task now that his skin was hot and sweaty.<br/><br/>Once he was partly dressed, he grabbed his gun and pushed open his door. He hooked the holster back onto the waistband of his jeans and found his shirt. “You came here for more than gun shooting and beer drinking?” Caelan pulled his shirt over his head and fixed the fabric until it concealed his gun. He glanced up at Dusty and gestured to the area of the scrapyard where he had been successful in finding replacement tires for his bike. “I’ll be over here looking for a headlight.” He figured he might as well do something productive while he was here.