mute_clay | [locked to peter_weps

Clay lies down next to him, pulling him tight, stroking his back.
He can tell that Weps is conflicted. Hurting.

He kisses his hair, caresses his neck, trying to soothe.

Weps sighs, wrapping his arms around Clay and sharing his warmth, his caress on his neck and hair. Weps shifts his position until his mouth finds the base of Clay's throat, and he sucks at it gently moaning softly against the warm skin. For a moment, perhaps he can forget the pain.

Clay hadn't expected Weps to want that but the soft movements of lips on his skin are pleasant and he tips his head back a little, leaving more skin open for exploration.

His cock twitches and he moans a little, the silent sound vibrating in his throat.

Weps feels Clay tense against him and he lifts his mouth from his skin. "I'm sorry, sorry," he whispers, "you just smelled so right, I needed to taste..." Weps voice trails off, his own body tense now, rigid.

"I'm not good company, Clay - maybe you should go," he says softly. But his arms stay wrapped around Clay. Because he wants Clay to ignore him and stay. He wants Clay to come back to the house with him. He wants Clay naked - to touch and taste Clay's body and be touched and tasted in return, and then sleep together - because he's his friend - and if Weps can't get back here, it'll be the last time they will.

Clay looks down at him, seeing the don't in his eyes, belying the words, and tips his head, capturing Weps' mouth.

The kiss is slow, lips moving gently, tongues touching, and then he breaks it, points to himself, to Weps, then toward the house.

I'd like to stay here with you. If you want me to?

The kiss had said the words Weps wanted to hear and Weps smiles up at Clay in understanding, nodding his head. It's warm under the blankets next to the fire, but it'll be warmer inside. But right now he needs Clay's mouth on his again. He curls an arm round Clay's neck and pulls him down close and claims Clay's mouth with his own. He moans softly into the kiss, wrapping his tongue around Clay's tongue.

Breaking the kiss, he looks up at Clay, eyes a little cloudy. "Better put out the fire then," he whispers.

Clay nods and gets to his feet, dousing out the fire. He is very thorough.

Then he holds out a hand to Weps.

Come on then

Weps smiles as he takes Clay's hand and stands up. He immediately pulls Clay to him and kisses him hungrily, groaning softly in his throat.

"Not so easy to put out this fire," he murmurs, pressing their bodies close.

Clay lets his lips melt away, his mouth warm and wet, rubbing his crotch against Weps.

"You're beautiful." Weps groans as he feels Clay's hardness against his own. He runs his hands down Clay's back and under the waistband of his jeans. "I'm gonna miss you," he murmurs, teeth nipping Clay's earlobe.

Weps steps back with a smile. He shoulders his rucksack and grabs Clay's hand and starts to walk to the house.

Once inside, Weps leads Clay straight through to the bedroom. "Let me undress you," he whispers.

Clay holds out his arm, smiling.

Go right ahead

He is willing to let Weps take the lead. It even turns him on a bit, being a little passive.

Weps steps up close and rests his hands gently on Clay's hips. He smiles and kisses him briefly on the mouth. "I love the feeling of your stubble against my lips - makes them tingle," he whispers. Weps slides his fingers up Clay's chest and pushes the jacket from his shoulders. Again he kisses Clay, this time at the base of his throat. "I've said it before, but I'll say it again... you sure taste good, Clay. Makes me want you more."

Weps runs his hands down Clay's sides to catch the hem of his t-shirt. He slowly pulls it up, encouraging Clay to lift his arms, and as he does so, Weps pushes him gently against the bedroom wall, leaning to capture a nipple between his lips, teasing, tugging at it with his teeth. "Geez... that you're standing there, letting me do this is making me want you real bad," he groans, grinding his hips against Clay's.

Clay is looking at him, eyes dark. He's kept his hands above his head and is arching slightly toward Weps. His mouth is slightly open and the back of his head is resting against the wall.

He wets his lips with his tongue.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

There is no doubt in Clay's mind. None whatsoever.

He takes a small step forward and puts a finger to Weps' throat and lets it travel up to his mouth.

Anything that will make you scream

His gaze is intense. Burning.

Weps steps closer so their bodies just touch and captures Clay's finger between his teeth. It's as if there's electricity sparking between them. He sucks Clay's finger for a moment and then releases it.

"Your mouth, Clay - your mouth has always made me scream... in here," Weps murmurs, tapping his temple, but not dropping his eyes from Clay's.

"Make me scream."

Clay lowers his gaze and moves closer, their bodies flush. Then he lets his mouth glide over Wep's cheekbone, his eyes, down to his chin and neck.

Clay's lips are warm, his tongue even more so, leaving a wet trail cooling in the air.

He keeps his hands at his sides, caressing Weps with his mouth alone, very slowly moving further down.

Weps' breathing is shallow and rapid as Clay's mouth and tongue burn a path down his face and neck. He can hear and feel his heart racing in his chest. By the time Clay's reaches his chest, Weps is moaning softly, and he has to lift his hands to Clay's shoulders to steady himself. Weps bites his lip and silently wills Clay to put his hands on his trembling body.

Clay puts his hands behind his back, making sure he won't accidentally touch Weps. Instead he increases the friction between them by rubbing his face across Weps' chest and stomach.

He kneels down to continue his exploration, lapping at Weps' hips, the soft skin between hip and thigh, biting down and letting go, brushing Wep's cock with his cheek.

The sight of Clay, golden and beautiful on his knees is almost too much. Almost trying to detach himself from the feeling, he watches Clay descend his body - the warmth of his mouth and roughness of his stubbled face oddly familar yet still so special. He squeezes the back of Clay's neck with one hand, the other is in Clay's hair, caressing, stroking.

A rough groan escapes him as Clay touches his aching cock, and the fingers at Clay's neck curl into a fist.

Clay doesn't know which is better, the sounds or the feel of Weps' fingers in his hair.

He looks up at Weps, wetting his lips and then lets his mouth slide down his cock, a slow, slick movement, pausing when he is halfway and then letting Weps' cock slide slowly back out, stopping when his lips are right below the head, moving his tongue a little, looking at Weps.

[locked to peter_weps_ince]

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