Unlike the first time, Dusty was more present. Before, it had been a need. Not two men engaging with one another on a personal level. Though Dusty wasn't prepared to acknowledge that, he was more in tune with Caelan. They were facing one another, for one. Dusty wasn't rushing with a single goal in mind. Caelan was the one coaxing him to full attention, and he too seemed more present. The moonshine and cigarettes were forgotten as Caelan demanded his focus.<br/><br/>The young man removed his hand from Dusty's boxers to lean more heavily in the kiss, and that was the last straw for the chair. It tipped, and Dusty caught them with an outstretched hand as they were dumped into the floor, using the other hand to keep Caelan centered over his hips. A few more bruises to their fishing trip well worth earned, in his opinion. Dusty lifted his body up enough to try to wiggle out of his boxers in order to free his cock, but they only made it partway down in their decent before he had his hands back on Caelan again, stroking up his sides slow and lazy. The chair hitting the floor mimicked the sounds of surrounding thunder, adding to the cacophony.<br/><br/>"You tink you woulda fucked me before all dis?" Dusty wondered. "Some bar somewhere.. Maybe offered you a drink. Das how it usually go, right? I find it hard to believe someone like you actually would be interested in someone like me." Yet, the evidence of that attraction was pressing down against his stomach. He couldn't fault Caelan for being lonely. He was just imagining their circumstances differently, and if Dusty had approached him. If Dusty would have approached him. Caelan was younger and most young men that looked like Caelan didn't take a second glance at men like Dusty. They were from different worlds, though Dusty had been know to frequent some of the out of town gay bars that he'd deemed were a safe enough distance. If someone had recognized him there that would be equally as incriminating.<br/><br/>Dusty had drove past Caelan where he'd been broke down, one because he didn't pick up young men close to his home town, and two, because that was a stupid thing to do when there was sickness and societal collapse. Against all better judgement, he'd turned around. And now, not only had he seen Caelan more than once, he was agreeing to continue coming by. As a result of that same loneliness, Dusty was breaking all his rules without even realizing it.