With the meager anonymity afforded by a locked stall door, Caleb covers the smaller man's body with his, pressing him against the wall behind him. The urgent heat in their kisses builds in intensity with every wet slide of lips, press of tongue, or grind of clothed skin to clothed skin. This man is intoxicating. His mere presence, the force of his personality, his confidence and intelligence and beauty, has clouded Caleb's mind far more than anything he's had to drink tonight.

Though he's found companionship here before, it's been some time since he's been quite this reckless. He tends not to jump into things so quickly, cautious about who he gets close to even temporarily. But Yussa is amazing in a way that he would be a fool to pass up. A little risk is warranted, even demanded. This may be the first time they've met, but Caleb has seen him on several nights over the last few weeks--and he's seen Yussa looking back.

His bare stomach has been drawing Caleb's eye all night, and now it draws his hands. Warm, rough palms frame his waist as Caleb's lips trail from mouth to jaw, then down his neck.

"Let me get on my knees for you," he implores, his voice lowered to a husk. He's been growing aroused since their flirting began to escalate, and pressed against Yussa it is readily apparent how hard he is already in his dark jeans.