mute_clay | [locked to peter_weps

Clay gives him a tired smile and pads over to him, snuggling close. The room is chill.

It's too early to be up

He looks up at Weps, putting a finger to the corner of his mouth, dragging it down a little.

You're sad

Weps holds him close, suddenly cold himself and grateful for his friend's warmth. He looks at Clay's sign and nods.

"Yeah... I am. I'm going to see one person I love but I might lose another as a result."

Clay hugs him. He knows everything about letting go of those you love. How it hurts.

Weps sighs into the hug, his cheek rubbing against Clay's hair. Of course Clay understands - he's been there, given it all up. The dream images come back and he shivers.

"You're right - it's cold," he whispers. "Come back to bed for a little while - till the sun's fully up."

Clay can tell that something is wrong but he waits till they are back in bed, covers pulled up for warmth.

He leans on one elbow and puts a hand lightly on Weps' chest.

What is it?

"A dream, " Weps answers, his eyes filling up. "A dream I've been having for days where I'm back with Jed and a man keeps calling me on the phone, pleading with me for something - but I don't know him and I don't know what he wants... And then he comes round to the house, but he has no face and Jed starts screaming and begging me to make him go away." A tear trips down Weps' cheek. "So I close the door on this man," he whispers, "and I can feel his pain."

Clay gathers him close.

No use saying that it is just dream. Dreams can be so real. More real than reality.

He strokes Weps' back, firm, warm hands telling him, that Clay is there. That he listens. That he understands.

Weps presses up close to Clay, his eyes closed. "What if I can't remember Aragorn when I get back home?" he whispers against Clay's chest. "I can't bear the thought of him being here waiting for me and me being there not knowing he exists - it's making me crazy..." He looks up at Clay. "What if I can't remember my friends here? What if I can't remember you?"

Clay strokes his hair. Then he taps Weps' temple with a finger, then his heart.

Even if you don't really remember, you'll remember there. In your heart. Your dreams

Weps looks at Clay for a moment and then nods, as he inteprets the sign. He lowers his head and kisses Clay's neck. "They say you remember things in dreams," he whispers, "But I sure hope I remember you awake as well."

He looks up again, strokes Clay's cheek with his fingers. "Will you do something for me?"

Clay smiles at him and nods. Of course he will.

His eyes are still a bit sleepy but his smile is warm and broad.

"Say thanks to David for me... I'm sure he thinks he's pissed me off, but he hasn't - like you he's asked me about Jed - asked me how I feel about him. Generally I find that you're not a parent you don't wanna listen to a proud daddy takling about their nine year old..." Weps grins up at Clay's sleepy face.

"And he helped me realise the other day that I have to see that Jed's okay, no matter what happens... maybe when - if - I get back, David and I might try and get to know each other a little more." He pauses and kisses Clay again.

"Anyway, just say thanks."

Clay nods. He'll do that. It will mean something to David. That everybody isn't mad at him.

He snuggles closer, stroking Weps' back, feeling the muscles under his hands. Kisses his chest a little.

"Thanks... you're a good friend. Stay here a little longer, Clay," Weps whispers, tightening his arms round Clay's warm body and closing his eyes. "Help me remember."

Clay kisses him, gently, tangling their legs.

The feel of warm skin against his, their legs moving together makes Weps moan softly and he deepens the kiss, cradling Clay's head.

"Want you," he murmurs. "But I'm being selfish - tell me no if you don't."

Clay answers by rolling over, pressing his ass against Weps, arching his back a little. His eyes have grown dark.

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."

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.

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...

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.

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.

Clay shudders as Weps enters him, suddenly filled, held.

He gasps and moves a little, rocking, feeling it better, fully.

His skin is damp.

He grabs hold of the hand on his chest and tangles their fingers.

Yes

Weps holds Clay tight, gasping at the gripping heat of his body as he moves in a seemingly unhurried rhythm, pulling out slow and sliding in deep. "So good," he whispers, "so good." He wants this to last, but he knows it's impossible - the tactile sensations of all that skin moving against all that skin have him whimpering in pleasure and he sucks gently on Clay's shoulder. Weps can feel the groans vibrating in Clay's throat as his mouth moves over the damp, salty skin. He grips Clay's chin, turning his face so he can kiss him.

The kiss is perfect, a hint of the salt of his own sweat in Weps' mouth and warm lips moving against his, slowly, like Weps moving in him.
Deep within him.

He shudders, almost on the brink already, wanting to hold back.

[locked to peter_weps_ince]

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