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mute_clayIt wasn’t that his own bed wasn’t perfectly comfortable.
He wasn’t even all that tired.
He’d just needed someplace to lie down, stretch his back, and Orlando’s bed had seemed a good choice.
Warm.
Safe.
Smelling of Orlando’s shampoo.
Skin.
But the sun was so warm and he had drifted off – not quite sleeping – disappearing into confused half-dreams filled with people he knew.
He wasn’t even all that tired.
He’d just needed someplace to lie down, stretch his back, and Orlando’s bed had seemed a good choice.
Warm.
Safe.
Smelling of Orlando’s shampoo.
Skin.
But the sun was so warm and he had drifted off – not quite sleeping – disappearing into confused half-dreams filled with people he knew.
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Date: 2004-02-24 03:52 pm (UTC)He stopped at the door, just blinking. Clay's sleeping on his bed, golden and beautiful.
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Date: 2004-02-25 12:01 am (UTC)The scenes behind his eyes are melting together slowly, people from his past mingling with people from his present. Nobody seems to notice him and he is watching them.
He moves again, rubbing his cheek against the pillow-case.
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Date: 2004-02-25 09:20 am (UTC)"I love you, Clay," he whispers, only barely above a breath. He caresses his hair back from his face, and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.
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Date: 2004-02-25 09:49 am (UTC)Hi there
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Date: 2004-02-25 09:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-25 10:05 am (UTC)Not really intending anything, just enjoying the feel of skin against his palm.
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Date: 2004-02-25 10:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-02-25 10:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-25 10:49 am (UTC)Then he opens his eyes again and look into Orlando's, sliding his thighs up his hips, flexing, his mouth partly open.
Then do it. Make love to me
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Date: 2004-02-25 10:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-25 11:06 am (UTC)He pushes a hand between them and starts undoing his jeans.
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Date: 2004-02-25 11:16 am (UTC)He kisses Clay's wrists where he crossed them, then works his way back down Clay's body. He unbuttons his cotton shirt, kissing his way down each revealed inch of skin. He's humming slightly, knowing that Clay likes to hear the sound.
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Date: 2004-02-25 11:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-25 12:46 pm (UTC)He rubs the tip of his nose down the center of Clay's abdomen, breathing warm air onto his skin, but keeping his lips away until he reaches his navel, where he tongue fucks it for a minute, causing Clay to squirm delightfully.
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Date: 2004-02-25 12:54 pm (UTC)Clay grabs hold of one of Orlando's hands, placing it on his throat. He is moaning and he wants Orlando to know that.
He was already slightly aroused before Orlando came, from the shadows and half-remembered memories of his dream, but now his cock has woken, straining against his jeans
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Date: 2004-02-25 01:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-25 01:19 pm (UTC)He groans and tangles his fingers in the bed-sheet, fleeting images from his dream intermingling with the sight of Orlando's mouth hovering over his cock.
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Date: 2004-02-25 01:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-25 01:49 pm (UTC)For some reason he is already close.
Perhaps the dream images are the reason, the sense memory of Callie going down on him, mixing with Orlando's skilled mouth.
He wants to hold back, but he isn't sure he can.
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Date: 2004-02-25 02:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-25 02:44 pm (UTC)Clay comes, all the while staring at Orlando. At Orlando's face. At himself covering Orlando's face with glistening wetness, gliding down his cheek, his chin.
It feels as if he can't breathe, everything inside tight, and then suddenly uncurling, making it impossible for him to stay up on his elbows.
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Date: 2004-02-25 02:56 pm (UTC)"Clay, you make me so hard." One hand is stroking his own cock, now released from his pajama pants.
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Date: 2004-02-25 03:03 pm (UTC)When Orlando begins to stroke himself, Clay moves, canting his hips and placing one wrist in the crook of his bended knee. Opening himself up.
I want you
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Date: 2004-02-25 03:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-25 11:51 pm (UTC)So different from anything with Callie, so removed from the way things were. Which is good because it makes it easier to be here. Now. Not in the past and not in the dreams.
He keens, feeling the vibrations in his throat and chest. Feeling his own reaction to what Orlando is doing to him.
He is open now. And the thought is both scary and exhilarating.
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Date: 2004-02-26 07:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-26 09:38 am (UTC)He twists the bedding with one hand, letting the other roam across his own chest, skimming nipples, collar-bone.
His skin is gleaming with sweat now, creating wet high-lights.
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Date: 2004-02-26 11:11 am (UTC)Orlando sees his hand, skittering across his own chest, and he contorts himself enough to lap a tongue down the center of Clay's breastbone, then over to suckle one hard nipple. Not for the first time is he glad he's flexible.
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Date: 2004-02-26 11:23 am (UTC)He wants to tell Orlando how good it is, how much he wants him, but he can't.
And then he lets a finger trail across Orlando's cheek writing YES in small shaky letters, starting just below his cheek-bone.
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Date: 2004-02-26 12:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-26 12:51 pm (UTC)He tries to keep his eyes open, wanting to see Orlando, see his face. Wanting to hear him.
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Date: 2004-02-26 12:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-26 01:19 pm (UTC)He's started to see white spots and although his cock is only semi-hard he feels as if on the brink of orgasm.
He grabs hold of Orlando's arms, needing to hold unto something, about to lose himself.
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Date: 2004-02-26 01:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-26 01:55 pm (UTC)He is brought back with a jolt when Orlando falls on top of him, whimpering, and Clay brings up both hands, stroking the soft skin of Orlando's back, his hair, his face, still not breathing quite right himself, trembling slightly. Like aftershocks but deeper.
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Date: 2004-02-26 02:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-26 02:41 pm (UTC)He's feeling a bit light-headed and just laying here is nice, Orlando heavy and warm and sticky.
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Date: 2004-02-26 03:31 pm (UTC)He finally lets himself slip out, but only makes himself a little more comfortable on top of Clay. "Don't wanna move," he says with a little grin.
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Date: 2004-02-26 03:36 pm (UTC)You're heavy
He rolls him over and dumps him on the mattress so they're laying side by side, still holding him tightly, hiding his face in the crook of Orlando's neck.
(occ- off to bed *s*)
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Date: 2004-02-26 03:46 pm (UTC)Night night!
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Date: 2004-02-26 11:55 pm (UTC)He can feel his breathing even out and his limbs grow heavy. He's got a vague sense of it being a precarious thing, being here, falling asleep in Orlando's arms, but he can't bring himself to care right now.
He sighs sleepily.
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Date: 2004-02-27 07:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
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