This was not at all what Caelan had expected from his time with Dusty. They had rummaged through scrap metal for parts and fired guns. Neither of those activities led Caelan to believe that they were rapidly heading down the road towards sharing beer and making out. Their eagerness reminded him of his days back in high school. Filled with hormones and brimming with a sexual appetite.<br/><br/>Caelan kissed him still, even as Dusty pulled him down and onto his back. He reciprocated eagerly, his tongue delving into the velvet depths of Dusty’s mouth. He tasted like tobacco and stout. His skin smelled of musk and sun baked leather. It was intoxicating. The brush of his stubble against Caelan’s chin sent shivers down his spine and he moaned quietly, his fingers tightening in Dusty’s hair.<br/><br/>He missed this feeling. The sensation that he was desired. The intimacy between humans who weren’t looking for a quick fuck in a bathroom stall. Dusty’s body felt firm and unmoving against his own, and he enjoyed the feeling of being sandwiched between this Cajun man and his truck. His hand went to Dusty’s hip, careful to avoid his gun holster, lest he think Caelan was fit to harm him. Tentative fingers poked beneath the hem of his shirt, feeling taut, warm skin against his hands.