on the roof

[mute_clay]

It's quiet. And hot. The power went around noon and it still hasn't come back. The night is warm and humid but as Clay pushes the bag onto the roof and hefts himself after he can see that he was right. No light means that you can see the stars. He's missed them.

He used to pretend they were his friends. He'd talk to them inside his head and they'd listen.

The stars are distant. And indifferent. But they are still beautiful. He gets settled, pulls out a beer from the the bag and rolls a cigarette.

He's a bit achy from having been at work, his mind is full of plans for the kennel David asked him to make, he's got a beer and a smoke and the stars.

The air smells like gasoline and rotten thrash, he can hear car horns honking. And he is alone.

It'll do,

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[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

Ranuccio knew where Clay has moved to, and Clay told him that most times he could find him on the roof, looking at the stars, so he manages to get upstairs and reach the roof. And Clay is there.

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Clay is surprised to see somebody climb over the railing and even more so when that somebody turns out to be Ranuccio.

He smiles at him.

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Ran hesitates before stepping closer, then half a smile greets Clay and Ran sits down close to him, showing that he has brought a bottle of wine with him.

"Like some?"

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Clay nods.

Sure.

Something's wrong. That much is clear. But if Ranuccio wants to talk, he will. In his own time.

Clay lights a cigarette and offers Ranuccio one.

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The tobacco tastes nice between his lips. Ran smiles again at Clay as he offers him the bottle after taking a good swig himself.

"How do you like yuor new place?"

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Clay takes a swig.

I like it. And the cat David gave me has managed to chase most of the roaches away. Or eat them.

He grins then shrugs a little.

It's a bit lonely but it's okay.

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"A cat? What's his name?" Ran takes another swig, crossing his legs and looking up at the sky.

"Did you prefer the other place?" his fingertips trace a path on Clay's forearm, up and down.

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It's a girl. And she is named Darth Maul. David named her. It's from some movie or something.

Clay smokes while he thinks it over.

I miss having company. I'd gotten used to that. But it wasn't fair of me, staying there.

He frowns a little. I tried but -

He stubs the cigarette out on his tongue and flicks the butt over the railing. I was hurting Orlando. That wasn't fair.

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"You can come round when you want, you know that. Wake me up if I'm sleeping. I don't mind."

Ran mimicks Clay's gesture, flicking the butt of the cigarette over the roof railing.

"Hurting Orlando? How? I mean, the guy is not bad, sure he doesn't seem to have a thick skin, but.." he drinks some more, then passes the bottle over again. Orlanod makes him think of Jason. Well, not that he needs a reminder, really. He always thinks of Jason, lately. Especially tonight, when he;s flying off with Eddie.

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Clay takes the bottle and drinks from it before answering.

Orlando loves very easily. And I don't. He knows that. But I think he forgets it sometimes.

Clay rubs his face a little, then it's his turn to caress Ranuccio's arm. He seems downcast. He lets his hand trail all the way down to Ranuccio's hand and laces his fingers with Ranuccio's.

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Taking his time, looking at the fingers laced with his own, squeezing them a little, Ranuccio sighs quietly.

"Yeah, he's one of those, always ready to go to his knees sprouting declarations of love...and he believes them, too. You are different. I am, too. We don't love easily. I thought, after Michele, I wouldn't..."

His thumb rubs on Clay's wrist, where he can see pale blue veins, where the skin is transparent almost. "But you love Callie. And I love Jason. At least she knows."

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Clay doesn't tell Ranuccio that he can just tell Jason. Some things cannot be said. That's the way it is.

He pulls his hand back gently and puts an arm around Ranuccio. It's getting chilly but as long as they sit close it's not so bad.

He tells Ranuccio that Callie lives with Alexander now. In a big house. Then he shrugs a little. What can you do?

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Clay's eyes are sad. Resigned, too. And still..

"We don't love easily, no," Ran repeats softly, resting his head on Clay's shoulder, looking up at the sky and the stars flickering above them.

"She lives with him all the time? Doesn't come see you?" Caly will do what he wants to do, Ran knows that. They both know...advice is useful when one is lost in doubts. They don't have doubts. Their heart is set. It's not going to change.

He drags one open hand on Clay's thigh, massaging the solid muscle there.

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Clay's hand is slowly moving up and down Ranuccio's arm.

She comes to see me. Brought me flowers. And curtains.

He pauses.

She's got a mark - a tattoo - now. She says I'm in it too.

His jaw clenches a little. Then he shrugs again. Nothing he can do about it. He turns his head a little and rubs his nose against Ranuccio's temple.

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The intimacy is soothing. Clay's company always is, to Ran. Like something ancient, and deep, like looking in a well and see the sky reflected in the dark waters.

"It's just a tattoo," he murmurs, turning his face till his nose bumps into Clay's. Then his lips press on Clay's. "Don't worry too much about it," he mumbles, and his hand stays at the top of Clay's thigh, fingers on the inside seam, thumb rubbing at the soft outline of cock and balls.

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Clay returns the kiss. I wish I wasn't here. I wish I was at home.

Ranuccio will understand. He too knows that home is somewhere that is gone forever now. More a place in time than a physical place.

Clay cradles the back of Ranuccio's head, letting his lips move against Ranuccio's. Breathing.

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"Clay.." Ranuccio whispers his friend's name on his lips. He never really had a home that he could wish for...but there was a short time in which he was happy.

His arms wrap around Clay as he lies him down on the roof floor and kiss him deeply and slowly.

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It's warm and wet and good and he doesn't have to think. He needs only react. So he does that moving against Ranuccio, feeling the weight and firmness of the body on top of him, the need growing inside of himself.

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There is a deep ache in his chest that Ran simply won't ackowledge...it's easier to hide it behind the immediate need that is swelling between his legs, with the help of Clay's willingness, Ran's hands travelling all over his friend's body, along the ribs and sides, pushing clothes aside and away, until Ran can kneel for amoment, over Clay, to free his cock from his brechees, and then bend and find Clay's with his mouth.

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Clay gasps silently at the feel of Ranuccio's hot mouth. He twists and turns till he can finally get his own mouth on Ranuccio's cock, lapping at salty skin before opening wide and letting the hard flesh slide deep.

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He knows how to breath deeply through his nose, how a harder suction will get him more of the thick drops dripping from the slit, and Ran loves it, loves sucking Clay, loves the taste of it and the scent of mansex around them...

...then Caly has his mouth on Ran's cock and it's sucking just as perfectly, just as deeply.

It makes Ran moan loudly in his throat, it makes him want to cry, it makes his balls tighten quickly and his hands grab Clay's hips to guide him in his thrusting as Ran's hips are thrusting in Clay's mouth.

This is perfect, and Ranuccio's hands slide behind to squeeze at Clay's ass, maul a little, fingertips obsessively touching the puckered hole, pushing a little but never really going deep, teasing, stroking, rubbing.

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Ranuccio's touch and hot mouth is making Clay shiver, his skin wet with sweat, gleaming in the faint light.

He is moaning silently, the vibrations easily felt. He is already close. He moves back a little, trying to increase the pressure from Ranuccio's finger. To draw it in.

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Ran's mouth is shiny with his saliva, wet and whetting Clay's cock. And Clay's movements are an invitation, so he takes it, and right when he pushes his mouth as deep as he can on Clay's cock, he pushes one finger deep inside of Clay, slowly, thrusting gently.

His own hips moves rhytmycally, short, fast little pushes in synch with his moans.

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Clay shudders and closes his eyes, caught between mouth and fingers.

He is achingly hard. And so close already. Desperate. He whimpers silently.

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Ranuccio can feel the cock in his mouth jerking with growing pleasure and his finger presses a litle bit more inside of Clay, finding that sweet, sensitive spot, and the way in which Clay shivers with mute sounds takes him by surprise, the vibrations of Clay's mouth on his cock so achingly sexy that his balls tighten up almost suddenly and he comes, without warning, copiously and loudly, managing only for sheer practice to not clamp his teeth down on Caly's cock, but opening his mouth to let the sound out and swallowing hard, under the stars, closing his eyes to better taste his pleasure.

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Just the hint of teeth and Clay comes as well, shuddering into Ranuccio's mouth, skin wet with sweat, eyes shut tightly.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

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If someone could look upon them from the sky...curled on one another, sweaty and half naked and sated, licking each other...

..Ranuccio feels sleepy and wraps his arms around Clay, kissing his hips, murmuring 'thank you'.

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Clay presses small kisses to Ranuccio's softening cock.

Do you want to stay here and sleep?

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"I like that.."Ran murmurs absentmindedly. "I never met someone like you, you know? I'm glad I did."

He shifts a little, so that Clay can rest his head on Ran's thigh more comfortably and hoping he won't stop kissing his cock, because it feels so good, almost as good as being sucked...

"Can we? Sleep here?"

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Clay keeps kissing Ranuccio, nodding against his thigh. Yes. I'll get some more blankets. We'll look at the stars till we fall asleep. And I am glad I know you. You're one of my best friends.

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Ran looks at Clay, for a moment. "I don't know about that. I try."

The blankets are a good idea though.

"'s good to look up at the sky, isn't it? D'you need help for the blankets?"

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Clay pets Ranuccio's thigh and sits up. No, I'll manage.

He pulls up his pants and climbs over the railing to go get the blankets.

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Ran waits quietly for Clay's return.

He thinks about Jason, about where he is and with whom...a couple of tears, more from anger than something else, or at least anger it's what he can acknowledge easier, run down his cheeks, and he rubs them away with the back of his hand.

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Clay returns with the blankets. He can see the faint tear tracks on Ranuccio's cheeks but he doesn't say anything. He just wraps the blankets around them both, holding his friend close.

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Ran doesn't talk for a while. "'s good, this." He says then.

"I've never met Callie," he adds after a while. The sky is very dark, for once, most of the city lights off for the night.

"What do you think of Jason, Clay?"

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You'd like her.

Clay looks up at the sky for a while. I don't like his friends. But I don't know him very well.

He shrugs a little.

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Ran turns sideways a little, so that he can put his head closer to Clay, pilloed on his forearm,and a leg over Clay. Not for sex, just to be closer.

"Jason..we were both borne in a certain kind of life. It's what we know. Some of his friends are okay." He knew instinctively that Clay meant he disliked Alex. He remembers the way he looked at Clay.

"Jason is a bastard. But everything he does, he does with passion. He burns inside. I like that. I like that a lot. What do you like most about Callie?"

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Clay understands what Ranuccio is saying. He doesn't like it. But he understands.

He looks thoughtful.

I like the way she smells when she is asleep. That she'll dance around in the rain until she's soaked, laughing.

He pauses.

I like that she loves deeply. Strongly. Sometimes I wish she didn't. But if she didn't she wouldn't be her.

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"Sometimes...what we love is the very thing that hurts us the most, isn't it?"

Ranuccio sighs, closing his eyes. "Jason loves like, I think. Fiercely. with all himself. It's...scary."

They stay in silence, for a little while. "I'd like to meet Callie, one day."

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Clay smiles at him. She said she would come visit me. Stay for a few days. You can come by. It'd be nice.

He pulls Ranuccio closer.

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"Yeah. I'll come by. Jason is away these days.." he muttered the last words, mixing them with a yawn.

A hand slid under Clay's shirt to rest on his stomach, and after a little while Ranuccio's breath was deep and regular.