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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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.

Weps smiles and pulls back to push Clay's shirt from his shoulders. Then he pulls his own t-shirt over his head and lies down half on top of Clay, sighing as his chest touches the warmth of the other man's skin.

"Geez... I've missed the feel of you," Weps whispers as with a soft groan, he lowers his head and licks down Clay's chest to capture a nipple between his lips, sucking it softly and rolling his tongue around it.

Clay gasps, letting his head fall back.

He is already hard and aching. He has missed being touched so much. Missed Weps's hands, his mouth.

His hands move restlessly on Weps's back, mapping the muscles, feeling strength and gentleness.

"Ah... Clay, Clay," Weps whispers, shivering at the feel of Clay's hands moving on his back and kissing his way across Clay's chest to suck at his other nipple.

Weps trails his hand down Clay's belly and unfastens his jeans. He lifts his mouth again to look into dark cloudy eyes as he gently curls his fingers round Clay's cock.

Clay trembles up into Weps's touch and grasps hold of his free hand, placing at his sternum.

Feel me. Feel how you make me moan. How much I want this. Want you.

Weps moans, suddenly breathless at the need in Clay's eyes as his hand splays over the warm skin, feeling the vibrations under his fingertips.

"I can feel you - feel your need," he whispers, "and I want you too," he adds, squeezing Clay's cock gently and rubbing his own still clothed erection against Clay's body.

Clay moans again, silently, moving his hips, his hands skimming skin now that Weps' shirt is gone. He spreads his legs a little to get him closer.

Clay's simple invitation makes Weps inhale sharply. He releases Clay's cock and begins to slip his jeans down his legs, keeping his eyes locked on Clay's face, needing to know if he's reading him right.

Weps' breathing is faster now and his lips dry. He licks them and with a sigh, pulls Clay's jeans down over his hips and off his feet. He looks down at Clays' golden body, remembering other times.

"You're so special," he whispers, then kneels back and begins to unfasten his own pants.

Clay stretches languidly, grinning up at Weps. Is that a good thing or a bad?

He sits up to give Weps a hand. His hands are rough now that he is working again but his touch is fairly gentle.

Weps grins back. "Depends on which angle you're looking from I suppose," he murmurs, pulling off his jeans. He runs his hand up clay's thighs, stroking them - spreading them - and then just touches his tongue to the head of Clay's cock - tasting the wetness there. Kneeling back, he licks his lips again. "But from where I'm sitting, I'd say it was a good thing... very good."

Reaching into his rucksack, Weps finds the oil he uses to cook the fish and smears some on his fingers and cock.

"Extra-virgin, no less, " he murmurs with a smile, trailing his hand over Clay's cock and balls, seeking and finding his hole with warm sure fingers.

Clay gives a small sigh and let's his head fall back, closing his eyes. Feeling.

He trusts Weps completely. No hesitation, no holding back. He just relaxes and feels, his arousal building at the touches.

Weps takes his time, slowly working his fingers into Clay, preparing him, stretching him, wanting him to enjoy, to feel every moment... He presses his lips to Clay's warm muscled belly, runs his tongue round his navel, biting softly as he rubs his fingers just so - and gauging Clay's response...

"You ready for me, my golden friend?" he asks softly against Clay's skin.

Clay gasps and arches, letting one thigh slide up Weps' body in a tactile yes.

He is squirming a little, moving down on Weps's fingers, his breathing quick. He is moaning a little, silent sounds making his throat work, sweat pearling on his chest.

"So am I," Weps murmurs, slowly removing his fingers and slicking on a condom retrieved from his shirt. "I hadn't planned this," he whispers, lifting Clay's legs around his waist. Weps positions himself and presses in slow, watching Clay's face and gasping with pleasure as he sheathes himself deep in deliciously tight heat.

He stills a moment, mouth slightly open, then pulls back and smiles breathlessly. "No, I hadn't planned this at all..." he adds as a deep moan of pleasure escapes his throat, "but geez, I'm sure glad I'm here..."

Clay is gasping and pushing back, smell tremors running across his belly. He doesn't know why he is suddenly like this, needy and achy and desperate, but he doesn't care. Doesn't want to know really. He just wants Weps to go on. And on and on til there is no breath left, no pain, no fear. Nothing but flesh and sweat and - Yes.

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