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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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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

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

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

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.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

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'.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay presses small kisses to Ranuccio's softening cock.

Do you want to stay here and sleep?

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

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?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

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.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

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?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

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?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

"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."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

"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.