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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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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?"

"Some of it will have to go to sleep and something resembling food." He rolls them over, getting on top of Wylie, holding himself up on his arms yet with his hips pressed down against his. "But not all."

Wylie has a tendency of when the guy is up for it, being the more submissive of the two. It doesn't mean he's always that way. In fact sometimes he's not that way at all, but being rolled over onto his back with Warren pressing his hips down against Wylie's is something that gets a very good and happy response from Wylie. He hums happily, moving his hands across Warren's chest.

"No, not all," he agrees, "So, what are you thinking right now, handsome?"

Hmm, good question. "Possibly a shower," he replies. "That or some experimenting." He had a lot of things to figure out in regards to what he liked to do with another guy.

"Both of those things can happen," he says. Wylie is all for letting someone experiment either on him or the other way around. He wants to get him to feel comfortable in whatever that situation is with him.

"Tell me what you're curious about," he offers.

Another slight shrug. "I'm really just winging it here." He simply hasn't given it much thought. At all. He doesn't really know what he is curious about, or what he feels like doing. It's all just improvisation. Like how he grinds his hips down as he leans down to nuzzle against the side of Wylie's neck.

He grinds down against him and leans into Wylie's neck and Wylie hums contentedly. He parts his legs to get them wrapped around Warren's hips, arms moving around his shoulders.

"Winging it feels pretty good to me," he murmurs.

Mmh, that gives it a whole different angle, a different feeling altogether. And it gets ideas into Warren's head.

There's a nip just under Wylie's ear, soothed after by a soft kiss. Then comes a whisper. "I'm considering fucking you." He'd done anal before. Just because there was another guy involved here it wouldn't make that different.

Warren certainly has that sort of underlying, slow burning command just under the surface and Wylie is eating it up. He groans softly at the whispered words.

"What can I do to convince you that you should?" he whispers back, grinding his hips up against him a little harder.

A grin stretches his lips and he chuckles softly. "I think you just did."

LEaning over Wylie he reached into the drawer in his bedside table, rummaging around a bit and finally takes out a condom and a bottle of lube, setting them within easy reach. They're going to be needing those.

That grin is absolutely gorgeous and Wylie smiles right back at him. He takes a moment to stretch out below him, arms above his head while his legs still remain wrapped around his hips like they are.

It's nice to see that Warren is prepared. Wylie feels a sharp pulse of arousal run through him.

He sits back on his knees, watching Wylie where he's sprawled out before him. Slowly he runs warm palms over him, down his chest and over his bas to his hips, mapping out the wiry frame by touch.

Wylie writhes subtly under his touch, hips raising and flexing when his hands finally meet them. Another pulse of arousal at the close attention to detail. He breathes deep, looking up at him and simply waiting for whatever Warren wants to do next.

With how he's sitting and with how Wylie has his legs around his hips, their cocks are pressed ever so lightly together. It's too damn tempting to not do something with that. One hand stays in a light grip on his hips, but with the other he grips both hard shafts and presses them together, starting to slowly stroke.

Now that is a beautiful thing to see. With both of them hard, pressed together and now stroked together, Wylie bites his lip and watches. The visual alone has him leaking precum, and the sensation of heated, hard flesh is all the better.

"Fuck, that's good..." He says, wanting him to know.

Warren would have to agree. His eyes are dark and somewhat glazed over, holding a clear expression of lust. Getting an idea he picks up the bottle of lube, still keeping his grip on their cocks, still stroking. After having flipped open the cap on the bottle with his thumb, he pours a decent amount over them and shudders when hot and hard flesh becomes hot and hard and slippery, gliding and rubbing together. Yeah. Definitely good.

That added element of slick lube makes it all the better. Wylie flexes his hips and relaxes again, resting back at watching as Warren is so focussed on them pressed together. Good is not enough to describe how that feels. Wylie is finding it to be a favorite sensation of his now.

"Damn," he groans softly.

Experimenting really is turning out to be a lot of fun. The flexing of Wylie's hips adds a different rhythm and makes the hard shafts slide against each other in Warren's grip, drawing out a groan from him.

"How come you're sounding all surprised?" He flashes him a grin, his fingers squeezing tighter.

Wylie chuckles softly. Is surprise what he's showing?

"I left any expectations at the door and this is... I like the way you experiment," he says. It's not that he's never frotted with another guy before but it wasn't with a guy who hadn't done it. They usually know what rhythm they like. Warren gets to learn it all fresh and new. Wylie likes that. A lot.

The grin soften somewhat into a smile, looking down again. As good as this feels, he's starting to feel like there's been enough foreplay. Picking up the condom he tears open the packet with his teeth - his right hand is too damn slick with lube to be much use - and starts rolling it on.