mute_clay | Work

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I've been working a lot lately. It's okay. That way I'm sure I can sleep at night. No sense in staying awake thinking about things I cannot change.

I've been making a kennel for David and Alan's dog. David calls it Toto now. That's good. I didn't like he called it Dog. It reminded me of Ma.

Now he wants me to make a chicken coop. I'm not to tell Alan but I don't really see how Alan can avoid noticing if there's suddenly a lot of chickens in his backyard. Seeing as how they are noisy. And smell a bit.

Callie haven't been back. I miss her.

Jimmy's been in an accident so I am looking after Julie for a while. And Darth Maul has stopped trying to choke me to death when I sleep. Now she just tries to trip me up when I have to take a piss at night.

She's really clever though. And she hasn't ruined the plants Callie gave me. ~~I water them everyday. If they stay alive she'll come back to me.~~

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Yeah, I'd like that.

Thanks.

Weps smiles and strokes Clay's arm.
"So... how're you doing?"

A small shrug.

I'm doing okay.

He looks a little unkept, stubbled and tired but his smile is warm enough.

It's nice having something to do again. I've missed working.

How are you?

"I'm settling back in - things are good." He smiles and looks closely at Clay.

"You look sad underneath that smile..."

Clay shrugs again.

No sense in getting worked up about things being the way they are.

He scratches his chin.

I miss my old uncomplicated life. But I'm okay. Now.

"Sorry... don't mean to stir things up - just concerned about my friend... that's all."

Weps picks up his rods and tackle.

"And I miss how we were before..."

Clay gets comfortable and grins at Weps. Which parts of it?

The weather is nice. He doesn't have to be anywhere. Do anything. Life is fairly good.

Weps grins back and gives Clay a friendly shove in the arm.

"You know which parts I mean..."

My sparkly conversation?

Clay grins at him. Then his smile turns warm and quiet.

Yeah, miss that too.

Weps smiles and nods...

"Actually, I was going to say your inability to shut up..."

This makes Clay laugh. Silently, eyes crinkled with mirth.

Weps grins and begins to laugh too. It's good to see Clay laugh like this.

"So, shut up loudmouth... and give us a hug."

Clay puts both arms around Weps and gives him a long, warm hug. He smells nice. He closes his eyes, just for a little bit, to enjoy the feeling.

Weps sighs and kisses Clay's hair, returning the embrace.

"Mmm, that's what I call a hug... you feel so warm and good... you always did - and I reckon you always will..."

Clay nuzzles Weps' neck a little, his lips brushing warm skin. It's not a kiss he tells himself. SO it's all right.

Weps sighs at the moth like touch of Clay's mouth on his skin - in truth it's a bit more of a moan as he reflexively pulls Clay closer, rubbing his cheek against the unruly blond hair.

Clay's eyes stay closed as he relaxes into the touch, feeling the heat of Weps' body pressed against his own.

"So good... so warm against me, Clay - kiss me..." Weps murmurs, running a finger along Clay's stubbled jaw.

Clay pulls back a little, just enough topress his mouth against Weps, lips dry and searching.

"Yes," Weps whispers, and presses his lips to Clay's gently at first, tasting - remembering - and then more insistently. He licks at Clay's lips with the tip of his tongue, encouraging him, with the softest of moans to open his mouth...

Clay's lips part. He feels lightheaded from the kiss already, missing contact, touch.

Not losing contact with Clay's mouth, Weps presses him gently down into the warm sand with the weight of his own body. Bringing his hands up to hold Clay's head, he tips it back to deepen the kiss, exploring the wonderfully warm mouth with his tongue and moaning softly in the back of his throat to let Clay know how much he's enjoying this contact after so long.

Clay lets himself be moved, eyes glittering, breath picking up. He tilts his hips a little - Yes

Weps feels the press of Clay's body against his and he lifts his mouth, smiling down at him and breathing a little faster.

"Want to touch you, feel your skin against mine," he murmurs, trailing his fingers across the base of Clay's throat.

Clay answers by reaching up and unbuttoning his shirt. His lips are parted and his eyes have grown dark.

Yes.

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