[locked to peter_weps_ince]

[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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[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.