If Caelan could have climbed right inside of Dusty, he very well might have. It certainly felt like he was trying his damnedest to. He grasped the stubborn man by the back of the head while they kissed, fisting his fingers into his short brown locks. While in his bout of desperation, Caelan hardly noticed the chair quiver beneath them, tipping their bodies to the side like a garbage truck emptying bins.<br/><br/>He reached his hand out in a mediocre, blind attempt to catch them, but Dusty took the brunt. Caelan felt his bare knees hit the wooden floor, but that was the extent of it. Dusty kept him atop his body and lifted his hips, acting as if nothing had happened. Caelan was not against riding Dusty while he sat on the chair, but the floor was better. The bed would have been best, but Caelan wasn’t going to haul him up.<br/><br/>Caelan lay with much of his body layered over Dusty’s, kissing him while the man stroked his side.<br/><br/>He righted himself suddenly and sat back, straddling Dusty’s waist. He shoved a hand through his hair and blinked down at the man. “What?” He posed the question while sitting completely naked atop an entirely too clothed Dusty. Were they really having this discussion right now? Caelan sighed and itched his forehead as he thought about his response. People who looked like Dusty didn’t tend to run in the same social circles as Caelan, even as he was attending Tulane.<br/><br/>Would he have fucked Dusty had they met five years ago? Before all of this? Before loneliness and desperation caused him to find comfort in the man’s company?<br/><br/>“Yes.” Caelan answered without an ounce of uncertainty in his mind. “Granted, I was not very picky back then, so you might have not even needed to buy the drink.” He smiled down at Dusty and ran the palm of his hand over the softness of his belly and hips. “I think you are the most handsome man I have ever met.” Caelan bent over him, hand sliding up his chest to his clavicle, neck, and around to the back of his neck.<br/><br/>“Though, I am glad to have met you now, Dusty.” He leaned down to kiss him softly while gently rubbing the pad of his thumb against the side of his neck. “I don't think that this version of us would have existed five years ago. We would have fucked and gone our separate ways. I didn’t typically get the contact information for my one night stands.” Truthfully, Caelan didn’t have to. Most of them were in his dormitory at Tulane. They knew where to find him if they were feeling a certain type of way.<br/><br/>Caelan reached down between them to yank Dusty’s boxers down enough to completely expose his cock after the man’s feeble attempt hadn’t been successful. He fit the man between his cheeks, sliding his girth against Caelan’s entrance. “How would you have fucked me back then?” Caelan murmured, cheeks tinged pink as he moved his body, teasing the man. “Would you have taken me into a bathroom stall and fucked me against the tiles? Or outside, maybe? Against the back of the bar with your hand clamped over my mouth so not even the swamp critters know that you're pounding me?” He slotted his face next to Dusty’s ear, moaning quietly against his lobe. “I would have liked that.”