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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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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

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

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."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

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."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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?

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"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."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

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?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

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?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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

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

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"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."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"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."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay kisses him, gently, tangling their legs.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

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."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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