"Dat your way of telling me dats what chu want?" Dusty asked with a raised brow. "To fuck you slow?" It wasn't very often that Dusty had repeat encounters. Things always seemed to go sideways in those rare instances, but he imagined they were both just lonely enough to take the risk. It had gone pretty sideways the night before, but by morning things seemed to have blown over, unlike their current weather situation. It was the most time Dusty had spent with someone in a long time. Even before the sickness started to spread.<br/><br/>"Don't tink I 'tought to bring da condoms." Which was a stupid oversight on his part, but he had expected a fishing trip. Not a cabin stay that left them stuck indefinitely out on the water, away from the truck. "Consider dat before you get so worked up." He wasn't sure Caelan wanted him fucking him without one. They still didn't know one another very well but not like condom manufacturers were still in operation. Supplies would run out eventually. Dusty just didn't count on that being a problem for him in his lifetime.<br/><br/>"I figure I'm clean. Usually been safe, but ain't dat what dey all say?" Dusty said with a laugh. Plenty of times, during his drunken one night encounters, young men had begged to be fucked raw. An enticing proposition, but not one he usually entertained because they were likely sleeping with different men every day of the week. Caelan didn't have that many options and Dusty even fewer. It was more difficult to consider their predicament with Caelan's hands in his boxers, hand wrapped around his dick.<br/><br/>"Keep touching me like dat and don't tink I'm gonna care," Dusty warned.