"I told you what it meant," Dusty argued. "You looking to deep into it. Men say shit when dey dipping der wick." Was he reading it wrong? He wasn't trying to look that closely at it.<br/><br/>"If I had expected it that would have made me an asshole." Wanting it and expecting it were two very different things. He'd been attracted to the man from the start but had he expected it to go anywhere? No. "I guess dat's what I meant. I didn't pick you up because I thought that it would indebt you into fucking around with me.<i>That </i>was extra." And isn't that what he just said, just in a roundabout way? He was grinding his teeth, ready to get more defensive when the stranger offered his name instead. It caught Dusty off guard, and the man narrowed his eyes at him as he extended his hand.<br/><br/>"<i>Ayee</i>, Caelan!" Dusty's voice boomed, the name warm and deeply accented.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>He tucked the pole between his legs, wiped his hands on his jeans, and reached to shake the other man's hand.<br/><br/>"What take you so long? Thought we was friends here," he teased, tenseness momentarily forgotten.