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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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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.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Yes, that's it..." Weps groans, smiling breathlessly down at Clay and thrusting back in hard, again and again.

"Move with me, feel me inside you... fuck - you feel so hot..."

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One trembling hand moves up, as Clay skims Weps' wet skin with the tip of his fingers.

He is already close, mouth open as he keeps up his silent moans.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps can feel his climax gathering almost in his toes as he watches Clay's face, sensing he's close too. The feather-light touch of Clay's rough fingers on his skin is the catalyst and Weps groans and thrusts in one last time, orgasm hitting him hard and fast.

"Ah..." he gasps, "Clay..."

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Clay drops his hand down to his own cock and strokes once, twice, hard. The orgasm is a drawn-out shudder, making him moan silently. His head drops back.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

His hands still propped either side of Clay's head, Weps drops his head to Clay's shoulder, breathing hard as tremors of pleasure continue to ripple through his body. Slowly he lowers himself onto the trembling body beneath him, wrapping his arms round Clay and nuzzling and kissing the damp skin of his neck.

"Missed you," he murmurs.

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Clay slowly relaxes into Weps' arms, rubbing his own chin against his hair.

I've missed you too.

He stretches one leg out, wincing a little.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps smiles against Clay's chest at the feel of his chin in his hair. But then he feels Clay's body tense as he moves his leg and he lifts his head.

"You okay?" he asks softly, watching Clay's face. "Shit... have I hurt you?"

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Clay gives him a small grin.

I*m okay. Just out of practice.

He moves onto his side, resting his head on Weps' arm.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps grins back, shifting position to lie facing Clay, then kissing him on the nose. "You have the most wonderful way with words, my golden friend," he murmurs. "Don't tell me you were waiting for me," he teases, his eyes dancing.

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Would it make you happy?

Clay is grinning broader now, one hand stroking slowly up and down Weps' side.

I have missed you though.

A softer smile.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps sighs, warm and relaxed and enjoying Clay's touch on his skin. He lifts a hand to Clay's cheek, stroking it softly.

"Missed you too," he murmurs, "but I'm here now. And here for you if you need me." He returns the smile. "And I don't just mean like this - unless you want the practice, of course..."

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Clay grins and moves with the touch, closing his eyes a little.
I know.
It's nice. He's missed this. A lot. Missed Weps.

He burrows closer and kisses him on the side of his neck.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Mmm... that feels good," Weps murmurs, pulling Clay in closer, enjoying the feel of skin against skin. "Always did love the touch of your mouth..."

Weps sighs and closes his eyes, glad of their secluded position as he really is in no hurry to move.

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Clay keeps up the kissing for a little while. Then he drifts off to sleep.
Unguarded, his face looks tired and worn, and one hand stays curled around Weps's wrist.

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Weps wakes suddenly at the sound of a dog barking. He quickly looks around but no-one is in sight. Sighing he relaxes, looking down at Clay, who is curled up tight against him. He brushes stray hair from Clay's forehead and watches him sleep. Not for the first time, he wishes that his friend could find peace.

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Clay stirs a little from the touch and then slowly opens his eyes, blinking up at Weps.

Hi there.

He yawns.

[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?"

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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.

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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.

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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..."

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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.

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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.