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.