Their bodies separated for a brief moment and Caelan sat up slowly, grateful for a break from the constant stimulation. The last thing he wanted was for the game to be over seconds after it started. Dusty looked like he maintained some stamina and Caelan wanted to go toe to toe with him. He didn’t want to disappoint Dusty, not after the man had been brave enough to make a move.<br/><br/>He slid off the tailgate, legs weak beneath him. Caelan leaned against the tailgate, not doubting that Dusty would think to grab the guns. Caelan began to recognize that Dusty’s brain was always working, like a hamster running and running on a wheel. No one should have to live like that, with the inability to truly let their guard down. He did understand that it was a requirement to survive, at least for Dusty. When was the last time Dusty had let his guard down? Never? He hoped to help the man relax, if only for a minute.<br/><br/>Caelan stood beside him, his eyes wandering over the horizon after heeding Dusty’s warning. All he saw were the same familiar piles of metal and abandoned car parts. The little set up Dusty had created for target practice became a distant memory, but the painted doors stood erect all the same. He didn't expect to see anyone, but Caelan knew the folks around here were highly capable.<br/><br/>Things ramped up between them once they were tucked into the bed of the truck together. He only had a mere second to lock the door before Dusty was already working at his jeans. Caelan tried to keep most of his weight off of Dusty, not that he didn't think the man could handle him. He stared down at the rough hands at his waist, watching with bated breath as Dusty unbuttoned his jeans and shoved his hand inside. “Dusty…” he breathed, eyes half lidded as Dusty fondled him. The feeling of his soft lips paired with the hand on his cock was just enough to make Caelan lose all of his sensibilities. "Yes, D..."<br/><br/>Luckily, Caelan was blindsided by the body that was presented to him. He was an Adonis. His skin was darker than Caelan’s, presumably from his lifetime of living and working out on the bayou. Caelan slowly and firmly bracketed Dusty’s hips with his knees, stabilizing himself. He rolled his hips, lightly thrusting into Dusty’s fist while grinding his ass against the man’s crotch. His hands made quick work of palming over his chest and shoulders, admiring his beauty. Caelan loosely wrapped his arms around Dusty’s shoulders and kissed him, sure that one or both of them would get impatient with the delay.<br/><br/>Caelan let it go on for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of Dusty beneath him. Teasing him, tempting him. He peeled Dusty’s hand from his cock, honestly surprised that he had lasted this long without completely unraveling. Caelan kept his eyes on Dusty's as he slid onto the floor of the truck, the space more than accommodating of his body. On his knees, Caelan focused on Dusty. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling at the denim and the fabric of his boxers until his erection sprang free.<br/><br/>With some guidance, Caelan got Dusty's jeans down to mid thigh. The garment could be kicked off later, but for now, Caelan was satisfied with the amount of Dusty bared to him. He dipped his head down, running his tongue over the engorged vein on the underside of Dusty’s dick. Caelan lapped his tongue at the head, licking away the salty pre-cum while his hands massaged Dusty's hips.