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"Hey," he says, leaning against the wall just outside the bar. It's late, so people aren't really filtering into the place anymore. Instead they've either made themselves comfortable inside or they've left for another place. Wylie, on the other hand, has nowhere to fucking go tonight, so he has no problem with hanging around and kind of looking over the sexy bouncer standing around and watching his post. Isn't that adorable.

"Long night or not bad?" he asks, just making conversation to start. Wylie wants a feel for the guy. He wants to <I>feel</I> the guy. Hah.

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Wylie isn't far now. Not with the subtle exploring and experimenting. He's about to lose his mind here and when he knows he's getting close enough where he knows he should let him know, just in case for some reason that's where Warren wants to draw the line. Maybe some other guys semen will freak him out.

"Almost... I'm close," he groans.

There won't be neither stopping or freaking out.

"Come on, then," he murmurs, continuing exactly what he's doing. Tangling his free hand in Wylie's hair he turns his face towards him, kissing him deeply.

That's very encouraging. Warren continues that same pace and Wylie groans, bucking his hips as he comes in his hand only seconds later. He shudders, feeling it rush through him in waves.

He continues to stroke him through his orgasm. Once he feels him relax he stops and lets go, letting his now rather messy hand rest on the man's abdomen.

Making him come had honestly been a turn-on, and unless the guy suddenly decides to go home, Warren has a feeling sleep is still along way off.

His mind is blank for a good thirty seconds before he realizes he should do something other than lay there and pant. He opens his eyes and looks up at him, smiling.

"Damn good, Batman," he grins, feeling all loose and comfy. "You're kind of a mess, now, though." Wylie likes a mess. He's a fan of messy, sweaty, sticky sex.

"Yeah, so?" It's just his hand. Honestly, Wylie is more of a mess since most of the come had ended up on his belly. Sex is in it's own messy, and really nothing to worry about. They can go wash up in a bit, but for now Warren is content to just lay there and relax.

"Nothing," he shrugs, getting an arm around his waist and tugging him to lay with him. "Messy is a good thing." He leans in and nuzzles against Warren's cheek, getting his arms around him.

So the guy is a cuddler? Somehow Warren isn't surprised by that. After a little bit of shifting around he has his arms around Wylie as well, one serving as a pillow for the guy. While often aloof, Warren is more touchy-feely once you've gotten to know him. He can't say that Wylie has gotten to know him yet, but he's gotten close enough that some after sex cuddling feels completely natural.

Of course he's a cuddler! That should surprise no one ever. Warren seems okay with it, though since he gets his arms around him. Wylie has a tendency of connecting with people through touch. It's partially why he likes sex so much, but that's only one entity of it. Any excuse to dance or hug or hold hands is good enough for him.

Wylie wedges himself in against his side and gets comfy rested against his arm.

It's nice to just rest a while, though Warren has no thoughts on actually sleeping yet. Not only is he somewhat nocturnal because of his job and this really is way early for him, it would be a shame to waste the company. He has to admit that he sometimes misses having someone to share his bed with. Not just because of sex, but rather for the closeness of it.

People simply don't touch each other enough.

Relaxed but wide awake, he lets his fingers trace invisible patterns on the middle of Wylie's back.

Wylie has no set sleep pattern. He always thinks that someday he'll have to grow up and sleep like a normal human, but at this point, nothing is going to change. Instead of worrying about that now, he enjoys the affectionate and sort of mindless touches.

"Can I ask you something?" he says.

"Hnn?" His fingers stop at that. Not for any particular reason, they just do, the pads of his fingertips resting lightly on Wylie's back. "Sure."

Wylie presses his face into Warren's neck, nuzzling there softly. He murmurs, "You've never been with a guy." That's not the question. "Why did you decide to now?"

Yeah, he supposes it had to have been pretty obvious. And, it is a good question. Wylie is still essentially a stranger, so it wasn't because of any more tender feelings that brought this on. He likes him just fine, if just by what he's learned. He's been fun to be around tonight and he's pretty damn easy on the eyes, but that's not it either.

"I got curious enough, I guess," he answers with a slight shrug. That's pretty much it. He's fun, he's attractive, flirty as hell and he sparked Warren's curiosity.

The answer is as straight forward as he was expecting. He knew that for the most part, it was curiosity that got a lot of people into bed with people they wouldn't typically go with. He knew it couldn't be much more than that, but at least he's sure that it wasn't a bad experience, otherwise Wylie would have been kicked out of bed already.

"Cool," he says, completely casually, still with his face buried in his neck, pressing soft kisses there because he can.

He tilts his head back a bit to grant Wylie some more room, not minding what he's doing. That in itself should also suggest quite clearly that it hasn't been a bad experience.

Speaking of curiosity, he has a question of his own. "Why me?"

Hmm, why him. That's a good question. Wylie has to think back to what he'd been up to then, thinking back to where they'd been and how Wylie had been feeling that day. It's kind of obvious even with all those factors.

"I have a thing for broad shouldered men," he says. Specifically men that look like they could pin him down, but then there's other reasons, too. "I like... people. I like people who seem kind of lonely and at the moment, I'd thought you'd looked lonely."

"Huh." That actually hits rather close to home. He has been kind of lonely, for a while now. He supposes that's what comes when you move around so much. Not that he's any good at making friends to begin with.

"Specifically, I like making people feel less lonely," he says, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. This is one way to do it. One way of saying, hey, you're not alone in the world. He doesn't know if it's working for them at all. Doesn't mean he won't try.

It's tempting to feel attached, because, yes, being like this it does feel less lonely. But there always comes a day after, and Warren really isn't sure that Wylie will stick around for long. Hell, he's not sure he'll see him at all after he leaves, whenever that might be, if he does so tonight or in the morning. Wylie is a drifter, and getting attached to a drifter would not be good.

Warren has been left behind before, and he doesn't want to feel that way ever again.

Better then to just see the night for what it is, and that in itself is not bad. He gives a soft hum at that gentle kiss. Turning his head he seeks out Wylie's lips with is own, the arm he has around his back tightening.

He's suddenly finding himself pulled in tighter against him. That is one way to respond. Wylie doesn't usually have these sort of slow, sensual evenings with people he doesn't know well. Usually it's frantic and loud and rough. He's definitely enjoying the contrast.

Wylie gets his arms tighter around him, pressing all of him to all of Warren and kissing him just as sweetly. It's very, very nice. More than nice.

Warren doesn't know if he's trying to start something or if he even wants to just now. But having Wylie pressed against him like that is so damn pleasant. Getting the thought that he'd really not want to wake up in the morning to an empty bed, he figures he might as well ask. "You planning on sticking around 'til morning?" he asks, having pulled back just enough to be able to look at the other man.

He pulls back and asks that question of all things. Wylie smiles, less playful and more serious, a little bit flattered that he'd ask, should he be assuming that Warren wants him to stick around.

"I planned on sticking around until you kicked me out," he answers.

"I'm kicking you out when I go to work." Which means late tomorrow afternoon. Until then the company is welcome. It'd be nice to sleep next to someone for once.

Work. That means later than just tomorrow morning. Huh. That is probably the most unexpected thing he's gotten from Warren this whole time.

"I can abide by that," he says, leaning in for a kiss again. "That gives us a lot of time," he says, looking very happy about it. "What should we do until then?"