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"Not necessarily," he says, "More doesn't mean the same thing but more o fit. I could decide that the next more thing I want is to be in a house with fifteen dogs. I don't know. I'm not setting some standard."

Wylie doesn't have a plan and that's the point, right now, for him.

"Dogs are nice." Yes, he knows it's just an example right out of the blue, but nevermind. Dogs are nice. He'd always wanted one as a kid.

"Got any idea how long you'll be sticking around New York?"

"Dogs are nice," he agrees. "Don't really do well with motorcycles, though. He smiles at him, going along with it.

"I don't know, yet. I haven't made plans yet, so it could be a while if I feel like it," he says.

No commitments, no promises, no plans. In other words he might be gone in a a few days. "If you do stay a while," he starts, letting himself flop down onto his back to lazily stare up at the slowly darkening sky. "I wouldn't mind going out riding again another day."

"You're definitely giving me a reason to stay," he says, and not just in regards to the fact that he's asking him to go for another ride, but also because he's interesting enough to stay for. Wylie likes to at least see something through.

He leans back on one hand so he can face him, looking down at him as he lays there. He takes advantage of the view, looking him over and again not hiding it.

Yeah, he's not exactly trusting in that. He doesn't exactly mind it if Wylie does end up leaving sooner rather than later, he just want to know what to expect.

...and that line of thought gives him an answer to another question, whether he's going to take Wylie up on what he's so clearly offering.

Turning his head slightly he studies him, thinking. Evaluating.

Now he's getting to be the one getting the looks. He doesn't know if they are good things or not. He doesn't know if he's getting good ideas here or not. He doesn't know if Warren is thinking of good things in regards to Wylie or not.

He waits and finally, "can I maybe help you with whatever it is has you looking at me so intently?'

"Naah. I think I've got it figured." One thing about Warren is, while he might at times be slow to make a decision, once he's reached it he's typically not slow to act.

Wylie is sitting close enough that he can reach and grab him by the front of his shirt to pull him down. He does just that, leaning up just enough to press his lips against his. Yeah. No need to dance around this anymore.

The fact that Warren seems to have it figured out is definitely a good thing. It doesn't matter what the decision is as long as he's made one and Wylie can move forward from there.

And when he reaches up and grabs the front of his shirt to pull him down, he wasn't sure that was the answer he expected to get. He kisses him, pressing his lips to his, leaning in until he has to twist to bracket his arms on either side of Warren's shoulders. He nips at his lower lip.

So. He's never kissed a guy before. But it's really not any different. It's lips and teeth and tongue. It may have been a while, but it's familiar enough.

He had assumed that Wylie would be enthusiastic, and he wasn't wrong. That nip on his lip earns the man a quick grin before Warren tightens his hand further in his shirt and deepens the kiss.

The grin and the tug on his shirt to get a deeper kiss makes Wylie smile, too. He leans into him, leaning down even further so he can press his chest to him, one hand moving to cup Warren's jaw.

He presses his tongue past Warren's lips, following that lead that the other man has taken, encouraged by it and of course enthusiastic as he takes his time to really enjoy making out with him.

This really wasn't what he had expected to be doing today. But, it's nice. He lets go of Wylie's shirt, curving that hand behind his neck instead.He's not planning on staying there on the ground for long, but a minute or two? That he can certainly allow.

And Wylie isn't so stupid that he'd think to leave him laying here on the ground on his back. There's other ways and other places more of this can go on. Or, this could just be a nice make out session and they go out again later. Wylie isn't going to push him, but he's definitely got some fantasy fuel now.

Pulling back, Wylie smiles, another peck of a kiss to Warren's mouth before he breaks the silence. "You taste good." Wylie hasn't really pulled back at all from him.

Warren is personally glad that it's been a while since Wylie last had a cigarette. Smoker's breath really isn't all that nice. This, however, was nice. The guy is a good kisser, he has to admit that.

By now maybe Wylie will have started to figure out that just because Warren doesn't say much, it doesn't mean he's uninterested or in a bad mood. He's just a naturally quiet kind of guy. The brief smile Wylie gets is a clue to that, another one if how Warren pulls him back for another quick kiss that is decidedly more than a peck.

The quiet type is something Wylie actually finds himself attracted to. Maybe it's because they're the opposite of him or maybe it's because figuring them out is a challenge. This time, it's less about this type and more about Warren. He's attractive, which started it all and he's got similar interests, it turns out. And he seems cool with this.

He is pulled in yet again this time Wylie makes sure to press against his side, one hand spanning his ribs and leaning into him to kiss him again. However his lips don't stay on Warren's mouth; instead, he moves lower across his jaw and again lower to his neck.

Okay, that's... That's nice. But this isn't really the place for it. "If you're planning on continuing that we probably should make our way back." Even with having said that, he still lets his head fall back, baring more of his neck.

Wylie hears him and hums his acknowledgement of it, but more than that, he notices how Warren's head falls back and Wylie can get to his neck. Okay, okay, just a few more kisses to his neck. Ending with a subtle bite.

He pulls back and looks down at him, a smile planted on his face, "We should go, then."

And Wylie gets up from where he is, offering a hand to Warren.

He takes Wylie's hand, letting him pull him up. "We should." That last little bite makes him think that, yes, they really should. "I'm taking my bike back, though." Fun as Wylie's Dukati may be, he definitely prefers his own.

Wylie laughs, "Alright. Alright. You can have your bike back. Thanks for sharing."

Wylie is used to his sport bike that's great for speeding. It's fun, but he gets that it's not for everyone. Making his way back, he grabs his own helmet and climbs on his own bike, "Lead the way."

He doesn't mind a sport bike, but sometimes he thinks that he and his Harley were meant for each other.

He enjoys the ride home and without keeping an eye out for open stretches of road to race on it's a pretty straightforward trip. When they come to the entrance to the underground garage, he simply assumes that Wylie will follow.

He's not wrong. Wylie follows him into the garage and parks beside him, pulling off his helmet and fluffing his crazy hair. It doesn't help anything.

"That was fun," he says in regards to the whole ride, not just the making out in the middle.

"Like I said. If you end up sticking around a while we could do it again." He'd actually rather like that. But he's not counting on it. Whatever happens tonight, he's not counting on anything.

Still, there's tonight, and he's not against what Wylie is so clearly offering. So he leads him up to his apartment.

"I've got good reason to stick around," he says. Yes, that implies that Warren is a good reason, which he is. But there's another, more pressing reason as to why he's in New York. That's just not something he plans on sharing with Warren just yet.

He heads up into the apartment with him, following behind and when inside, he reaches for Warren, resting his hand on his lower back.

While he can appreciate the sentiment, he doesn't really believe it. Not at this point. They don't really know each other.

He more or less ignores that hand on his back until he's shrugged off his jacket. Then he leans back into the touch briefly, then turns. Facing him he slides an arm around Wylie's waist, hand coming to rest on his back as he pulls him in.

He watches him move, watches the way his broad shoulders shift to pull off his jacket. When he turns towards him, Wylie with one hand still on his side. He then leans into him, gently nudging his nose against Warren's before kissing him softly to start.