Caelan hadn’t realized just how deprived he had been the past few years. He and his roommate had messed around a few times before he got sick, just to quell the feeling of loneliness and isolation that surged within them both. After Tucker passed, Caelan stuffed his memory and those feelings into the back of his mind. He lived with the disappointment that he would never find a partner to go through this with. Besides the infrequent use of his hand, there wasn’t much hope in that department.<br/><br/>Until Dusty came along. Until Dusty saved his sorry ass on the side of the road. Until Dusty made him catfish and kissed him on the mouth. Caelan never would have imagined that this burly man would have been interested in guys, let alone him. The age difference between them wasn’t lost on him. Dusty had to be in his forties at the very least, and Caelan was yet to breach his thirties. He guessed that it could be blamed on the fact that there were absolutely zero other choices to pick from.<br/><br/>Dusty took the lead in undressing them by guiding Caelan’s shirt over his head. He felt the kiss of cool metal against his back. His hands went back to Dusty, feeling over the smooth skin on his back and hips, fingernails dragging against his flesh as their bodies rubbed together. The weight of Dusty’s cock was heavy with prominence against his thigh. He shuddered out a breath, spots of red blooming on his chest and neck. Caelan was not typically one to beg for what he wanted, but he wasn’t against starting now.<br/><br/>Caelan lay on the bed of the truck as Dusty removed their guns. His mind was no longer focused on what hung off the sides of their jeans. He was struggling to breathe and form coherent thoughts. He ran a hand through his hair and left it draped over his head, the sun beating down on them.<br/><br/>Dusty’s question felt like Heaven’s song in his ears. The truck. Inside the truck. “Yeah- Yes. Yes.” Caelan didn’t know for sure, but Dusty didn’t seem to be the type that would appreciate an audience. Just the idea of someone watching made Caelan uncomfortable. There wasn’t anything good that could come from an interaction that involved voyeurism, especially with the filth that lived in the city.