This was insanity, what he was doing. Caelan wasn’t even completely positive on his plan, but he knew that Dusty had started something and he was going to try his damnedest to finish it. Dusty had the freedom and the physical strength to remove Caelan from his lap, if he so wished. Knowing what little he knew about Dusty and the kisses they shared, Caelan hoped that his intuition would serve him well.<br/><br/>He felt butterflies fluttering in the pit of his belly as Dusty caressed his bare thighs. His cock stirred from the attention on its neighbor, silent in its expression of jealousy. Caelan felt relief as Dusty stripped his sopping wet shirt from his torso and tossed it carelessly behind their seated bodies.<br/><br/>Caelan pulled back just the slightest and gazed at Dusty’s face after the man voiced his question. His eyes were pools of brown, his brows thick and expressive as he looked back at Caelan. There was no evidence of the night before on the man’s face. Either it was concealed by his beard or Caelan had truthfully not hit him hard enough to do any damage. He was grateful that Dusty was unharmed, albeit a bit embarrassed that his hit had been futile.<br/><br/>“There you go with the<i>Etranje </i>again.” He smiled.<br/><br/>His mind went back to the sweet kiss they shared on the porch.<i>You know, I like when you call me Etranje. The only rise you’ll get out of me is in bed, so keep doing it…</i><br/><br/>Dusty’s muscles were firm against the backs of his thighs. His skin was warm against Caelan’s supple skin, his boxers nearly dry and doing little to conceal his prominent girth.<br/><br/>Caelan found humor in Dusty’s statement. He expressed his reaction with a smile and gazed down to Dusty’s shoulders, his long lashes almost falling to his cheeks. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid you’re going to melt…” Dusty’s skin was sprinkled with droplets of water from the removal of Caelan’s shirt. His palms pressed to the man’s chest, molding over the gentle curve of his pectorals. They soon traveled north to glide over his collarbone and up to his neck. “We both know you’re not made of sugar.” He murmured quietly and captured the man's mouth in a kiss.