Dusty snorted.<br/><br/>"Well, at least it wasn't da alcohol dat make you do someting stupid," he said with a laugh. That had just meant Caelan had meant it, whatever the issue had been about. Dusty wasn't sure he understood it, even now, but for the time being it had been put aside. Caelan returned to him, straddling his hips. His boxers had bunched up high on the tops of his thighs. Caelan's skin felt chilled against his, contrasting with his warm flesh. The rain still pounded around them, no end in sight.<br/><br/>Caelan was so close he could feel his breath against his lips. He ran callused hands up and down Caelan's thighs in a subconscious effort to warm the young man's tepid skid.<br/><br/>"You come over to kiss me,<i>Etranje</i>, or you just going to sit dere?" Dusty wondered out loud, working the man's wet shirt off of his shoulders. He tossed it behind himself where it might have a chance to dry.  Not as neat about it as Caelan. He hadn't even looked behind him, not with the young man currently occupying his lap.<br/><br/>"You dripping all ova."