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[mute_clay]

Clay is walking along the shoreline. His jeans are wet from the spray but he doesn’t seem to notice.
He is wearing a jacket for once.

He isn’t looking for Weps.




Exactly.

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The fire's established now, providing welcome warmth as the late evening sun begins to go down. The slight breeze, enough to make lighting it a challenge has eased off, and Weps sits on the blanket, sipping on a beer and gazing into the flames. He smiles to himself, rememembering all the times he'd gone down to the beach in the evening over the years. Always up in the dunes a little - like now, sheltered, peaceful. Looking at the ocean had always helped him think, put things in perspective, get his priorities lined up right. It was something about the sheer scale of the ocean he'd guessed - it'd always made his troubles seem small.

Today had been a strange day. His meeting with David had unsettled him, his frank admission that he'd put Jed before anything - anyone - was hardly a surprise, but it'd still sounded strange in his head when he'd said it out loud. Like a decision had already been made. But a decision he hadn't realised he needed to make. And then he'd remembered the number on the piece of paper in his jacket pocket that he'd found the first night he'd arrived here. The number that he didn't recognise or understand but somehow knew he shouldn't throw away. So he hadn't. And today he'd called that number.

Weps sits quietly, watching the fire, lost in thought. He's thinking about the people he's met here. And thinking about some painful times ahead.

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Clay sees the light from the fire from a distance. It's up in the dunes and he walks closer. SLowly.

It's Weps. He hasn't noticed Clay, so he whistles softly. To let him know that he is there.

Weps looks a little sad. And Clay isn't certain whether he would want company at all.

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Weps hears the whistle and looks around for its source. His eyes quickly find Clay and he smiles a little.

"Hey..." he says softly. "Didn't see you coming. Wanna share the fire for a while?"

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Clay sits down, nodding. He puts his hands toward the fire, warming them, staring at the flames.

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Weps sits quietly, watching the ocean through the flames of the fire. He remembers Clay's face the last time they'd met, how helpless he'd felt, like he'd let Clay down. He wants to ask how he is, if he's okay, if they're still ok, if... but he doesn't trust his voice at the moment.

Despite Clays' presence, Weps feels quite alone.

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After a couple of minutes, Weps sighs and lifts his head. He looks at Clay for a long moment and then leans up to kiss him softly on the mouth.

"Sorry," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "And thank you - you're a good friend..."

Weps gently pulls back from Clay, wiping residual tears from his face and throws a handful of sticks onto the fire. He breathes deeply, turning back to Clay with a shiver, and smiles. "You warm enough there?"

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Clay shrugs a little. The air has gotten a bit cold.

I'm okay.

Then he reconsiders and moves closer again, holding out a hand.

On the other hand, it is a bit cold.

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"Come here," Weps murmurs, grasping Clay's hand and pulling him close, tugging the other blanket around their shoulders. Clay feels good against him and he sighs softly, looking into the flames.

"I'm leaving here, Clay," he whispers into Clay's hair. "I have to go home to my son."

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Clay remembers Orlando, trying to go home and not being able to. But then there was David who had no problems at all so he doesn't say anything. He just puts an arm around Weps and hugs him a little.

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Weps returns the hug.

"I've found a way... I'm pretty sure I can get home; what I don't know is whether I can get back here - and that's what's worrying me..." He looks at Clay.

"Lie down with me - hold me," he whispers.

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Weps stands back a little, bringing up a hand to hold Clay's wrists above his head. He returns Clay's gaze - his eyes an exact mirror of those looking at him and Weps moans low in his throat as Clay licks his lips. Almost instinctively Weps does the same to his own. His cock is hard, confined in his pants and he aches to be touched.

Letting out a shuddering breath and still holding Clay's wrists, Weps bends his head and bites harder on Clay's other nipple, while the fingers of his other hand trace the outline of Clay's erection through his jeans, stroking, teasing.

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Clay arches his body, moaning silently at the feel of Weps' teeth, his hands. The one holding him, the one touching him.

He is rocking his hips, trying to increase the pressure on his cock, trying to bring it in contact with Weps' body, not just his hand.

He is panting a little already.

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Weps licks his way back to Clay's other nipple, whilst his fingers slowly unfasten Clay's jeans, careful not to let them touch Clay's flesh. He pushes them down as far as he can, then lifts his head to look at Clay. He brings up his other hand to join the one holding Clay's arms above his head. Weps' mouth is very dry.

"Kick your shoes off, he murmurs. "Then your jeans. Don't touch yourself."

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Clay does as he is told, without breaking eye contact. The shoes are easy, the jeans a little harder, but he manges to shimmy out of them.

Then he turns his head and licks Weps' right arm, the part he can reach without moving anything but his head.

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Weps shivers at the feel of warm tongue on his skin and he stands back, releasing his hold on Clay's arms.

"Stay there," he whispers. "Let me look at you."

Weps toes off his shoes and unbuttons his shirts as his eyes sweep up and down Clay's body, taking in the golden skin, the fine blond hair, the darkened eyes, the fine beading of sweat on his upper lip.

He licks his lips and unfastens his pants, sighing softly as his aching erection is released from its confines. He kicks his pants away and looks directly into Clay's eyes.

"What do you want?" he asks softly.

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Waves of pleasure course through Weps' whole body and he holds Clay's head and neck, his fingers moving more softly now, caressing the damp skin as he comes back into himself. Breathing hard still, he opens his eyes and looks down at Clay suckling his cock and stroking himself. Weps groans and shaking hands slide down to frame Clay's face.

"No," he gasps, his body still trembling with pleasure. "I want that to be my hand, my mouth on you." Weps presses his hands on Clay's shoulders, encouraging him to stand. "Come and lie down," he whispers, "let me taste you - please - I want to taste you again."

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Clay stand up and walks ahead of Weps to the bed, his erection moving with each step. He sits down on the bed, leaning back a little, spreading his legs, and looks at Weps, aware of his own heated skin and fast-paced breathing.

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Weps smiles and drops to his knees at the side of the bed in between Clay's spread legs. He leans forward and lowers his mouth to Clay's neck, sucking gently, then he licks down Clay's chest and belly, his tongue sliding into Clay's navel.

He stops and looks up, bringing the fingers of one hand to Clay's throat, gently stroking the heated damp skin, feeling Clays' pulse racing under his fingertips.

"I wanna hear you, too," he whispers, "wanna hear you when I suck you down my throat."

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Clay shudders at Weps' words and lets out a silent moan, his throat vibrating.

He is breathing through his open mouth now, wet tongue showing, his eyes intent on the man kneeling before him, all his attention on the sensation of Weps' mouth and tongue on his skin.

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Weps tangles his fingers in the soft wiry hair at the base of Clay's cock. Fingers gently squeezing the base, he slides his tongue over the head of Clay's cock, gently - just touching, once, twice, licks into the slit.

He looks up and smiles. "You taste real good, Clay - I'm sure gonna miss the taste of you in my mouth," he murmurs, inhaling Clay's scent and then lowers his head lets his lips slide down over Clay's cock in one long smooth glide.

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Weps groans, his hands moving languidly over Clay's body. He spoons up behind Clay, nibbling his ear and slowly rubbing his rapidly hardening cock against the cleft of Clay's ass.

"Yeah, that's it," he murmurs, placing soft kisses on Clay's neck and shoulder, fingers trailing slowly down his chest and belly, "want you deep and slow and easy."

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Clay moves back against him, sighing, relaxing, enjoying Weps' soft touches.

He remembers when he said goodbye to Callie, when they made love the night before he left, without her knowing it was a goodbye. This time they both know that may be the case.

It makes it different.

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Weps sighs as he strokes Clay's body as if he has all the time in the world. He rubs a nipple softly between his fingertips and bites down softly on Clay's neck.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, reaching behind him to the nightstand drawer, "so warm and giving and beautiful."

Pulling back a little from Clay, Weps quickly slicks on a condom and tips some lube on his fingers. Kissing the back of Clay's neck he slowly circles Clay's entrance with his fingers and then presses one home, his other hand sliding round to curl round Clay's cock.

He moans out loud as his finger is surrounded by warmth and he adds another, curling and pressing, searching...

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Weps' touches have relaxed and the tremble running through his whole body when Weps touch his prostrate surprises him by its intensity.

He throws his head back a little and moans, wet and open-mouthed.

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Weps slows his movements a little, making soothing noises against Clay's ear. He gently removes his fingers and straddles Clay's lower leg, gently pushing Clay's other leg up against his chest. He presses one hand on Clay's chest and the other on his hip.

"Perfect, he whispers hoarsely, lining himself up and sliding his cock in slow and deep. Weps gasps with pleasure as seats himself deep, his heart racing. Under his hand, Clay's is racing in time.