mute_clay | [locked to peter_weps

Clay shudders at Weps' words and lets out a silent moan, his throat vibrating.

He is breathing through his open mouth now, wet tongue showing, his eyes intent on the man kneeling before him, all his attention on the sensation of Weps' mouth and tongue on his skin.

Weps tangles his fingers in the soft wiry hair at the base of Clay's cock. Fingers gently squeezing the base, he slides his tongue over the head of Clay's cock, gently - just touching, once, twice, licks into the slit.

He looks up and smiles. "You taste real good, Clay - I'm sure gonna miss the taste of you in my mouth," he murmurs, inhaling Clay's scent and then lowers his head lets his lips slide down over Clay's cock in one long smooth glide.

Clay's cock jumps at Weps' attention, the soft tongue touching it, and he moans, his head falling back a little, but his eyes still on Weps, on himself in Weps' mouth.

Weps moans around the hard flesh filling his mouth, working his throat. Keeping his hand on the base of Clay's cock to support it, he licks his way slowly back up, tasting precome on his tongue. He circles the head with his tongue and then sucks it hard, flicking his tongue over the sensitive spot just below. Breathing fast and half-hard again himself, Weps releases Clay's cock and licks his lips. He looks up, eyes dark and shining.

"Wanna take you in as deep down my throat as I can, Clay - c'mon -fuck my mouth."

Clay cradles Weps' head in his hands and starts to move, each movement slow and gliding and deep.

He's biting his lip, trying to make it last, trying to conquer the urge to slam down Weps' throat, bury himself in wet heat.

He is groaning constantly, tongue and throat working, and the sweat is running down his back and chest. From keeping back. From wanting.

Weps can 'hear' Clay's moans under his fingers. It makes him feel so good and he can't help growling low in the back of his throat to encourage Clay to let go. Weps' eyes are watering a little as he slips his other hand between their bodies to cup and squeeze Clay's balls gently.

There's no holding back now. Clay comes, his hips jerking forward making the head of his cock hit the back of Weps' throat. He pulls back almost instantly, falling backward onto the bed, his feet still on the floor.

He's dizzy.

Weps is surprised - almost worried by how quickly Clay withdraws. He stays kneeling, catching his breath and wiping his mouth. Then he gently lifts Clay's legs and swings him round so he's laid on his back on the bed.

Weps climbs on beside him, on his side head propped on one hand, other hand splayed gently on Clay's chest - over his heart. He looks at Clay's face in concern. "Hey..." he whispers, his voice rough, "are you okay?"

Clay is still gasping for breath but he manages a grin and signs that he'd tried not to choke Weps, preceding to mime his own reactions to having largish objects stuffed down his throat.

He's feeling light-headed and the look on Weps' face sets him of, laughing silently.

As Weps watches Clay a broad grin spreads across his face and the hand on Clay's chest slides down to his belly, tickling the skin lightly. "You fucker," Weps laughs breathlessly, and bends to kiss his mouth.

Clay answers the kiss and snuggles closer, his eyes already half shut.

Weps is warm and it's nice to see him smile.

Weps tugs Clay into his arms, tucking his head under his own chin and pulling the blankets over them both. He lies in the darkness with his eyes open listening to Clay's breathing evening out and thinking about the people he's met here - people he might not see again. Max, Jack, Sean, David, Jason, Clay... and Aragorn. Aragorn. He needs to tell Aragorn tonight. If Clay's still here in the morning, he'll ask him two favours. And if he isn't - well...

Weps sighs, closes his eyes and kisses Clay's head. "I'll miss you," he whispers into Clay's hair. "Take care of yourself."

Clay sighs in his sleep and burrows a little closer. Smiling.

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Weps wakens suddenly, sweating - his body still wrapped around Clay's. The dream is still in his head and he can feel his heart racing. He gently disentangles himself, careful not to wake Clay, slips on his jeans and wanders through to the kitchen. He splashes his face and stands at the sink, blinking water from his eyes, looking out at the just light sky over the ocean.

Clay sleeps on for a while but his body is telling him the sun is up and so he wakes. Alone. He lies for a little while looking up at the ceiling. Then he gets out of bed and goes in search of Weps, not bothering to get dressed.

Weps turns as he hears Clay come into the kitchen. He smiles at Clay's apparent total comfort with being naked and his tousled blond hair which suddenly makes him think of Jed's hair falling in his eyes. The image hurts.

"Hi," he whispers, his voice gravel rough with morning, "thanks for staying with me."

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.

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