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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.
He is wearing a jacket for once.
He isn’t looking for Weps.
Exactly.
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"I'm leaving here, Clay," he whispers into Clay's hair. "I have to go home to my son."
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"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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He can tell that Weps is conflicted. Hurting.
He kisses his hair, caresses his neck, trying to soothe.
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His cock twitches and he moans a little, the silent sound vibrating in his throat.
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"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.
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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?
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Breaking the kiss, he looks up at Clay, eyes a little cloudy. "Better put out the fire then," he whispers.
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Then he holds out a hand to Weps.
Come on then
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"Not so easy to put out this fire," he murmurs, pressing their bodies close.
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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.
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Go right ahead
He is willing to let Weps take the lead. It even turns him on a bit, being a little passive.
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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.
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He wets his lips with his tongue.