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[mute_clay]

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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[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Hey... sorry - didn't mean to wake you," Weps murmurs, smiling down at Clay.

"We haven't done much fishing," he says with a smile. "Fancy coming back to the house for some coffee and a bite to eat?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

That's okay.

Clay sat up and scrubbed at his face, yawning. Coffee would be good.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps grins and leans in to kiss Clay's yawning mouth. "Best get dressed then," he murmurs against Clay's lips, "Just in case..."

Weps rolls over and retrieves Clay's jeans and shirt from the sand and then his own. "Think those were yours," he says with a smile, lying on his back and struggling into his pants.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay gets to his feet and shakes the jeans. It doesn't really get rid of the sand. He shrugs and pulls them on and then gets the shirt on as well, scratching his hair, making it stand up every which way.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps chuckles at Clay's appearance.
"You look so like Jed standing there- all sleepy and mussed up.. his hair does that as well..."

He picks up the unused fishing tackle and looks at Clay.

"You can take a shower at my place if you want..."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay lifts an eyebrow.

What is it with you people and showering?

Then he grins and slings an arm around Weps's shoulder.

Lead the way my friend.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps grins and leads Clay back to the house. At the door he stops suddenly and turns.

"Shit... I didn't mean you needed one... just thought you might like one with the sand and us and..." He looks down, suddenly feeling rather foolish.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay gives him a small shove, grinning. I was having you on.

Then he winks. And I don't mind smelling of you. I rather like it in fact.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps smiles back, relieved.

He curls an arm round Clay's neck and kisses up his jaw from chin to ear. "The feeling's mutual," he murmurs, "and I'm rather partial to the taste of you as well."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay gives him a lazy grin, one hand kneading his ass a little. And I like the way you feel. But right now, I need coffee.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps laughs and pushes Clay away from him.

"Don't say I didn't offer ... coffee it is."

Weps puts the kettle on to boil and points to the table and chairs next to the stove. "Take a load off."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay sits down and stretches. He still feels beat. He leans on his elbows, looking at Weps. How have you've been? Back here, I mean?

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps passes a mug of coffee over to Clay and sits down opposite him. "I've been okay, thanks - more than okay," he adds with a smile. "Going home to see Jed was the right thing to do - I'd missed him so much. And knowing he was okay - that to him I'd never been away - well, it made me realise that my life was right here..."

He takes a mouthful of coffee and looks at Clay's tired face. "Are things any more settled in your life - with Callie?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay shrugs a little. She is living with them now.

He nods to himself. Has gotten a tattoo. She says I'm in it as well but, I don't know.

He smiles tiredly at Weps. I miss her. She still comes to see me though. She called and was lonely and I sang to hear. You know, bird-song? I guess she misses me too sometimes.

Another shrug.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps reaches across the table and strokes Clay's cheek. Pain and the tiredness are evident in Clay's eyes and his posture - it hurts Weps to see him like this.

"I can see you miss her... " he says softly. "I wish I could help... wish Callie would see what she's missing... what danger she's in with those two..."

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Callie doesn't let go. She doesn't leave people.

Clay shakes his head a little.

She'll keep giving people chances, over and over. A small shrug. She did that with me.

He smiles softly. And she's promised she'll come see me as much as she can.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps bites his lip as he continues to trail his fingers down Clay's cheek and jaw.

"But you deserve more than 'when she can', Clay - so much more... She's not being fair - to you - or to herself."

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Clay just looks at him. Leave it Weps.

He turns his head to give one of the fingers a gentle nip and then takes his mug.

The coffee's good.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps lets his hand fall from Clay's face and looks down at his coffee.

"Sorry... It's only because I care... "

He takes a mouthful of coffee and grimaces. "No it isn't - its shit."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

It taste like your coffee always tastes.

Clay grins at him and then reaches over to give Weps's hand a squeeze. And I understand. It's just -

He shrugs.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Okay... I won't say anything more..." Weps replies. He looks up and smiles. "Except that my tea's even worse, that you look like this coffee tastes... And you're tired. You're welcome to stay over if you like... no pressure..."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay nods. I'd like that. Thank you.

He yawns.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps grins and stands up.

"C'mon ... bed for you... do you want the spare room? Or with me...?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay gets up.

With you. Sleeping with Dart Maul isn't the same as sleeping with people. I miss that.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Nice to know I win out over the cat," Weps murmurs, smiling and grasping Clay's hand.

Weps leads Clay through to the bedroom and pulls back the covers. In truth he's tired too and quickly sheds his clothes, depositing them in a pile on the floor. With a yawn he climbs into bed and lies on his back watching Clay.

"It's good to have you here," he says softly. "You mean a lot to me."