The only way Caelan saw himself ever venturing into deeper waters was by floating face down on the river, his body bloated and picked at by the birds. To be truthful, Caelan doubted he would ever stick a single toe again into the water without Dusty standing close to fish him out. The man gave the impression that he had absolute control over everything that happened in his world and that brought some extent of comfort to the blond. As long as Dusty chose to continue entertaining his company, Caelan figured there might be a chance that he may just make it out alive.<br/><br/>“You don’t have to worry about me.” Caelan murmured. He felt Dusty’s hand as it settled on his back, palm splayed flat against his skin. The simple touch brought goosebumps again to his skin. He knew it wasn’t meant to be anything substantial, but that didn’t stop his cock from stirring in his boxers. Caelan missed the intimacy they had last shared together. Their romp in the back of Dusty’s truck hadn’t been successful for the both of him, but now, Caelan supposed he didn’t mind that much. He had another man touching him, exploring and savoring his body. Caelan wasn’t about to lose another chance at garnering physical attention from the man just to avenge his… pride.<br/><br/>Without warning, Dusty’s lips were on his. Their bodies were slotted together as Dusty drew him closer and Caelan felt less than a modicum of relief. No, nothing would help unless he be allowed to rut up against the man's thigh like a bitch in heat.<br/><br/>This kiss was similar to their very first in the back of Dusty’s truck. However, this time, Caelan responded without an ounce of hesitation. He secured an arm around Dusty’s shoulder, holding him close even while he prayed that Dusty wouldn’t let him go. His other hand cupped the man’s jaw. The feeling of Dusty’s beard against his damp fingers sent another explosion of shivers down his spine.