Awaken at dusk, they were gone from Caliente in less than fifteen minutes. No time to lose, the night wouldn't last forever and they had miles to cover. Eijaz wasn't used to walk with someone, but luckily for them both, his new travel companion wasn't trailing behind. He kept the pace during the first few hours, and even though they could have been talking about a lot of things, Eijaz didn't feel like so. He was still getting used to the presence of another person, having been alone for a while now, but also he wasn't usually the 'talk while walking' type. More the 'shut up we will arrive when we will arrive you fucking twat' kind of guy.

Still, he wasn't blind to Dawn. Not the talkative type - especially the few hours after waking up - but he was eying him without any hesitation, on any occasion. None of his thoughts were pure, but he kept them for himself. The white-haired guy hadn't answered his question from the previous day, but hey, looking wasn't a crime. Noticing any of his reactions was fun, like a cat playing with his next meal.

The night was cold in this American desert but perfect for walking. If they had tried to sleep out in the open like this, they would probably have been cold, but while moving it was comfortable. It was around two am when Eijaz felt like they could take a well-deserved break. They would probably stop for good when the sun would be up, at around seven maybe, but a break wouldn't kill them.

" Let's take a break ? Snack and relax for fifteen or so. It's the middle of nowhere and I wanna check the map also " He pointed at a small rock near the dried stream of water they were following. And went there to sit, leaving enough space by his side for Dawn to sit too, on purpose, but they would probably be snug on this small improvised seat. Still, better than sitting on the cold desert ground?

He was fumbling around inside his backpack, that he placed between his manspreaded legs on the ground. First, water. One sip or two was enought to satisfy him.

Not used to walking during the night, staying awake was hard for the first couple of hours even if he kept staying close to his new companion. After two or three yawns, he shook himself up to clear his mind. If they could see everywhere around them from afar, that didn't mean that they were safe forever. Anything could have came their way. So his ears and eyes were vigilant. How could he missed the side eyes from Eijaz ? He noticed, of course. Sometimes acting like he didn't, sometimes holding his gaze. The question came back to him and in their silence, his mind was lost in thoughts. Some things became clearer. First of all, Eijaz was pretty. His eyes were a pleasant shape, his lips were plump, his beard looked well groomed and his hands... had something aesthetically beautiful. He couldn't figure out what exactly. The bones ? The veins ? He didn't know why, but he liked them. Second of all, the subject had definitely awakened a feeling in him. All this curiosity about intercourse, being with another human, created an intense urge. He wanted to know how it felt and thinking that the stranger was probably volunteering... made him feel nervous.

He noded to acknowledge Eijaz, glad to sit a few minutes. He also wanted to take a look at that map. He remembered seeing some in his past, but from when it was only him and his mom, they didn't have any.

Dawn looked at the other one sitting, then considered the rock for a second. Ultimately, he thought that taking place on the ground would raise weird questions so he accepted his fate. Back to back on the cold seat, he put down his bag in between his legs so he could take out the water bottle. This wouldn't do... As he filled his mouth with water, he kept being overly self-conscious of the lower back against his. A warmth, a contact. Strangely, even if his chest and breath was getting more anxious of this absence of space, he also felt calmer at the same time. The human touch reassured him. He was not alone, not anymore. He was torn between leaving the rock or abandoned his weight against Eijaz so he could feel more of him for just a second. At that thought, he noticed a halfie in his lower region. This was getting worst.  

He was biting a dry insect when he heard the rustling of paper that cought his attention. His head turned towards Eijaz, trying to see over his shoulder but he couldn't so he shifted on their seat joining the dark-skin on his side. It was fascinating to look at. Yellowed by time, fine white lines where it folds, it was a relic of the old world. So many informations was on it. For a reader like Dawn, it was a gold mine. His eyes flew from corner to corner in silence to take it all in before focussing on their task. Following the gaze of Eijaz, he found Las Vegas that was written in bold, but he couldn't find Caliente.

"How are we doing in time ? Is there a small village close by ?"

He was thinking of a shelter for the day, something they could defend in case and not just sleeping in the desert without any shades, but his rationality left the building when he felt a movement against his thigh. His tigh. Their thighs. Warmth. Alright, he had to concentrate on the damn map a bit harder to not think of how close they were, waiting for an answer.

He waited for Dawn to join him, looking down at his map just to make sure they were still on the right path. There wasn't so much indications and cities on the way, not much to tell them where they were, but from his experience, Eijaz could tell they would probably make it to some intersection. He seemed to wonder if they would find a small shed or a camping site, anything on the way, because they wouldn't meet a city before at least the next day.

He winced, but even though sleeping in the open wasn't his favorite thing, he wouldn't mind so much, if they had some sort of shade. He missed the trees of the forests that were his second home - after the ocean. Feeling movement, he jerked his head to look at Dawn, shooting him one of his pretty smiles. Something dangerously charming. " Seems like there's no village before a while, but I see an intersection we should meet it at around... maybe five in the morning or a bit less. Considering the deserted road, this is our best chance of finding some camping site or anything. After that, there's a split and we go down this road here-... " He pointed at the tiny line on the map, moving his finger down, up until it met another road. It seemed much longer than the small part they had walked today and he sighed... " Then if we don't wanna sleep under the sun, this is our next stop. Unless we find some abandoned car or camping site, this is where we'll find anything. Kane Springs Road is a fucking wasteland from what I see here, and it's gonna be a twelve or thirteen hours walk. Though, if we rest well today, it's manageable. And we'll be halfway to Las Vegas. "

The way he pronounced 'Kane Springs Road' was a bit strange, mostly because he had to read it out loud and that was always a bit of a struggle considering his reading level. That didn't bother him though. He could read basic words and sounds, could recognize city names and all, and that was basically the essentials in this world.

That was the point where he was done with the map and explaining, so he started softly folding it, but as he was finishing that he noticed how tense Dawn was and couldn't help himself. He softly moved his thigh, pressing it against his, as he bent to put the map back in the bag. He then got daring, bold even, and pressed his hand on his companion's thigh, on the inside, provocating him with an intense look.

" You still thinking about my question mhh ? Admit it. "

Just seeing his smile from his panoramic vision was indeed dangerous, but he concentrated on the map. He registred the information, building an imaginary path in his mind. He was hoping to find something along the way, preferably some water, always. Drinkable or not, water was water and there was always a way to purify it. With what he had, he could go for two days max and he didn't want to ask for more. He never wanted to be a weight in the group. Something will come up, he hoped.

The words Kane Springs Road had a different sound in Eijaz mouth and Dawn wondered why, but didn't dare to ask. Maybe it was specific sounds or words that he had some difficulties with. This or any other explanations was not his business anyway.

The movement of their thighs brushing against each other gave him a small shiver and he was about to leave the rock to put some distance between them when the hand of the other one was on him. And not just on him, but too close, inside his thigh. Dawn tensed up a bit more. It was like the palm and fingers was cutting all blood flow in his leg forcing all of it to stay in his upperbody and... lower body. He didn't want to face him, to look at him, because he felt as he was losing control of his thoughts and physical reactions. His heart was going stronger under the stress, his breath was still slow, but deeper and even though it was night and the wind was cool, he was hot. Was he becoming a savage ? Was that what sexual desire was doing to him ? That was none-sense. The question was still very hard to hear.

"Yes. Only because I didn't give you an answer yet and you wanted one."

Like it was so complicated. But he honestly didn't know. Eijaz was doing something to him, but was he ready to go all the way ? Was he ready to show all of him to a stranger ? There was curiosity, yes, but also the fear of the unknown. He didn't even know how to answer. So he search for his words before saying:

"I think... I could be."

That was what he was taking of it. He felt definitely attracted to him. To what level ? That was the mystery, but again, he never saw anyone under this light. It was so weird to him. Though, when he finally raised his eyes to meet his, he understood. This anxiety didn't matter. Not knowing didn't matter. This fear holding him back didn't matter. It wasn't like he was asked to jump to his death. He was invited to something new, something that wasn't gonna hurt him, on the contrary. Why would he reject that ? In this world full of death and danger. This was nothing. He was nervous sure, but nothing here was gonna kill him. So he jumped.

He approached him and pressed his lips against his, at first gently, shy, then with more conviction closing his eyes. He kissed him for a second, maybe two, but he felt exhilarated like a match that was suddenly light in him. And now he wanted more oh so much more. Sexual desire was turning him into a savage.

His gaze was intense, and yes, he wanted that answer. Just a no would do, though he'd be frustrated, he would rather have a firm refusal than silence on the matter. He smiled a bit, knowingly. Sure, he was insisting on that, but come on. He knew Dawn wasn't totally cold to him and that was enough to make him slightly pushy. Not too much, just enough to make his hand move just one centimeter up his thigh. He wanted to do more, but for now a simple tease would do the trick.

And finally, he got an answer. That wasn't a firm yes, but neither was it a firm no. He waited for a second, and if Dawn didn't kiss him, he would have done it himself. But curiosity made the white-haired do it and he kissed him back. Though he felt there was a shyness in his gesture, that didn't last long, and now there was no stopping him. He kissed his lips again, but it was mostly his hand who got busy. Moving it up all the way to his inner thigh, he pressed it against his crotch, firm enough that he could feel everything that was going on inside his pants.

" I think you definitely are interested. Or at least your body is and that's all I need. "

His voice was suddenly hoarser and deeper because he was getting at least as excited as his partner was. Maybe even more. He was already getting hard, but he tried to act somewhat civilized, not pushing him straight on the dry ground.
Instead, he kissed him once more, but his lips were getting hungrier by the minute. He bit his lower lip and shamelessly turned into a savage. He didn't care about these things, he didn't care for that and what he appeared like. Savage was for sure not the worse he'd been called and in his case, that wasn't so much an insult as much as it was a fact.

If he hadn't been so hungry, he would probably have waited until they found shelter and stopped for the day, but there wasn't gonna be such a wait. He had already waited the whole evening and part of the night and now, he needed something, anything. Just some caresses to get him somewhat satisfied, or he could satisfy himself on his dick that wouldn't bother him. Right now, he was simply going on instinct, not even communicating, because he was awful at that. Luckily for Dawn, he was better with his hands than with words. And right now, he was slowly making it go down his pants, wanting to feel more than just the shape of it.

His first kiss felt like he had been doing it since his teens. His body knew how to move by instincts alone, repressed instincts that was let loose today. Kissing him was driving him even more. He wanted his skin, his touch and he wanted to touch him too. Fuck, even is voice was hotter. Their mouths were fighting, their tongues were dancing and Dawn thought he wasn't breathing correctly with all this hot air they were exchanging. The hand on him was driving him crazy. It wasn't doing much, but it was twice as exciting since it wasn't his. Even when the teeth attacked his lip, he moan in between pain and pleasure, without stopping Eijaz. That was new as well. Since when pain felt good ? Since now, exactly.

Feeling the hand being more adventurous, he was curious to do the same. Until now, he was pretty passif, absorbed in those new sensations, but now that the novelty of the kiss was passing, he wanted to try more. His own hand searched for something to grab blindly and after finding the knee, it moved upwards. Not as bold as his new "friend", Dawn passed under his shirt to feel his stomach, the warmth of his skin. His fingertips were tingling with excitment. While his mouth was still busy on his, he was tracing what he was touching, but it still wasn't enough.

"Take your shirt off..."

Every single touch of his hands on his body felt like shocks, electricity going through his nerves and making him more and more hungry. He was touch starved and only realized it at this moment. He knew he wanted Dawn, he knew he was filled with desire, but it became painfully obvious when he felt his exploring hand on his chest. Was this his first time with a man ? Probably, considering his hesitation. Eijaz wasn't hesitent, not even one bit and he only needed one hand and one movement to take off his shirt. Swift, smooth. He threw it away like it was nothing, his loosened scarf went away at the same time and in only fixe seconds he was exposed, his dark skin appearing even darker under the glow of the almost-full moon.

Shameless, he smiled, even a bit cocky he enjoyed following the eyes and hands of Dawn, wanting him to discover his skin and the warmth he had to share. He had stopped touching him as he was taking off his shirt and decided now was a good time to get moving.

" How the fuck did I resist kissing you all night ? "

The question escaped his lips with an amused smile, and then he moved. Slowly, his hand pressed on his shoulder and what was the small touch of their thighs became much more as he got up and sat on him. He didn't put his whole weight though, one knee on the rock, his other feet touching the ground, but his body was absurdly close now, close enough that he could feel his radiating heat in the frisky night. Fuck, he missed this.

He didn't talk anymore, no need to. Slowly, both his hands moved against his neck and he grabbed the pale hair at the back, pulling him closer to his face so he could kiss him again. What was some passion before was already becoming pure feral desire as he kissed him like it was the first and last time, all at once.
Eijaz had always been like this. No need for words, no need for love, or knowing the other person. Just a pretty face and enough desire to fuel a trip to the moon and back. As he kissed him deeper, his pierced tongue played with Dawn's and he moved back just a bit, only to fiercely kiss his exposed neck. This was all the preliminaries he'd get because he was ready for more. One hand moved down his chest, ignoring his shirt, only focussing on his pants and what was inside. Missing the touch already.

He had seen naked chest before, but this one was special. He wanted to agressively grip to it, bite it, taste it, hold it tighly to feel it's warmth. Exploring with his eyes and fingers every curve and muscle was mesmeirizing for him. He could have done that for a while, but hearing the low voice of Eijaz put him back on track. He wondered as well even if the answer was clearer for him. He didnt know how it was. Now. It was all he wanted to do.

Following every move of his partner, Dawn could just welcome him on his tighs, his hands already on his waist, his warm naked waist. His fingers absorbed his skin as they climb up on his back. His lonely mouth couldn't resist having the other body as close and so it attacked the throat hugging the cutting line of the jaw before sliding down on a trapezius. The musk scent was filling his head blind. No thoughts could be heard. No calculations. No fear for his survival. He wanted flesh, lips, pleasure. As the perfect doll, he let Jaz pull his hair, the action sending shivers down his spine, to control him. He was looking for his lips anyway. Overjoyed, he lost his breath in his, exploring the hard unknown object in his tongue. Dawn was scared at first that he would swallow it, but receiving these wild kiss made him forget that thought quite quickly. His left hand kept pressing the dark-skin closer to him as his right caressed the side of the body, the waist again to finish it's path on the tigh that it grabbed firmly. It was like he couldn't let him go, like he wanted his body to morph with his.  

A low moan left his throat when the hand of Eijaz disappeared under his clothes. Finally hearing his breath embarassed him a bit. Was he over-doing it ? But he even after he tried for a second, he couldn't calm himself. The mouth at his neck and the hand against him was making him feel like he was running a marathon, his chest rising and caving every second. He was always getting hotter and hotter. Whatever his partner was doing to him, it didn't make his life easier. It made him more impatient, more agressive. Dawn couldn't even stop himself from biting the shoulder in front of him like kissing the skin wasn't enough. His right hand left the thigh because at this point, he wanted to explore even further. It was unfair to him to receive as much pleasure without giving it back and so, his fingers undid the pants to slid inside. He never thought that he would touch a man like this, but it didn't feel weird at all. Not wanting to hurt him in his hurry, Dawn only cupped for a moment before taking the member in his hand. He didn't know if what felt good to him alone felt good on another, but he had only his own experience. Feeling the member growing against his palm validated his somewhat clumsy try and got him more excited.  

The moment he climbed on him, he knew he couldn't go back, he knew he wanted more. He didn't expect the young man to be as thirsty as he was but he sure appreciaed it and his hands, his bite on his skin leaving a slight mark made him shiver. Long time no one sank their teeth in him, long time he didn't do it either. Some feelings you can never shake, some sensations you can never get tired of. It felt like an addiction someone tried to overcome, only to relapse and the slight pain of this bite was like the high of a shoot.

The intimates caresses were delicious but nothing was satisfying his hunger and desire for this man he barely knew. His fingers, still tightly wrapped around his hair, pulled on them again so he could bite and kiss his neck. They were taking turn at devouring the other, but his bite got fiercer as his erection grew in Dawn's hand. Still, even his clumsiness turned him on, and without really controlling himself he moved to start grinding on him. Needy, like he used to be on his first time, and the few after that one, he moved slowly with much more precision and skill than back then.

He used his hand to rub himself against it, rolling his hips like a suave dance he was the master of. Suddenly, he moved his face away from his neck, looking straight in his eyes, only to silently beg for more. Not the type that waits for action, he moved his hand quickly to open his pants, giving up mid-way to only push them down and let his dick out. Finally, he could take care of him, but instead of taking his time, he was already stroking it along the shaft, his thumb pressing against the tip to feel just how excited he was.

Not a word, not one question. Not even the casual 'are you enjoying it? Do you like what I'm doing?' or anything. He didn't need communication, because both their bodies were clearly stating everything that needed to be said. He moved his hips closer, so both their members would rub against each other with each one of his thrusts.
One more look in his eyes, confident, aroused, he wanted to see how he would react. He was now sure he never touched another man, but the discovery seemed to be a quite pleasing moment and this position of a teacher in these new pleasures was exhilarating. One whisper, against his lips, broke this almost-silent exchange. He was barely louder than the heavy breathing of his partner, which was like an aphrodisiac in this situation... " Don't think. " But he knew Dawn's brain was already out of order. Still, saying it in such a severe voice made him feel good. Like giving an order, the obligation of enjoying this moment, as he moved his hand to caress them both together.