"If dis storm eva pass," Dusty joked, though it wasn't difficult to settle in and doze off to the sound of the pounding rain. Their activity had taken the edge off and momentarily, they seemed sated. They had all they could need and more. The leftovers saw them fed through to the next morning, where once again desires ebbed and flowed, but this time Dusty fucked Caelan into the mattress and it wasn't due to being stranded from the storm. By the following day the weather had cleared, but after getting comfortable, Dusty wasn't in a major rush.<br/><br/>They loaded up the boat after and Dusty was careful moving them through the waterways. The rivers had risen and he couldn't be sure what beneath the surface had shifted, or if any new trees had fallen. Caelan was learning to swim but the bayou took good swimmers each year. He'd agreed to Caelan's plan of three weeks, wondering what they were settling into. Mutual arrangements or something more than that? Sure, they benefited one another. Dusty wasn't keeping tabs on who benefited who more.<br/><br/>"Tree weeks. You stay outta trouble," Dusty told Caelan as the young man stepped out of the truck. He still hadn't seen the man's apartment, nor had Dusty offered to show off his own abode. It seemed to the comfortable separation that worked for both men and Dusty seemed alright with the boundaries. Boundaries were something he understood. He could tell himself whatever excuse he wanted. That he was getting something out of it. That Caelan was learning. Ultimately it came down to being lonely and finding something,<i>someone</i>, to fill that void. Regardless of it he was willing to admit it out loud or not.<br/><br/>Returning home, the loneliness was more obvious. It hung heavy after his impromptu getaway, and so he drowned his feelings away in swill moonshine and welding features on to his boat that would make it safer and more comfortable for a passenger.