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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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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Hearing his name is all it takes and Clay shudders into his orgasm, spilling himself over Weps' fingers.

He presses back, wanting to feel as filled as he can for as long as he can, wanting to take Weps deeper.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

The combination of watching and feeling Clay come pushes Weps over the edge; he buries his head in Clay's warm neck and thrusts in deep one last time. Weps moans softly as his orgasm flows through him, his hips rocking gently as pleasure ripples across the whole of his body.

"Clay," he whispers breathlessly, "ah, Clay..."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Weps is hot and sweaty against his back and it feels safe and right to be here with him. Clay sighs softly and puts a hand behind him, to stroke Weps' hip, caress it gently.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

It's such a comfortable embrace and Clay's caressing touch on his hip is already lulling him back to sleep. Sighing a little, he withdraws and disposes of the condom. Weps spoons up behind Clay again, and pulls him in close. They're both sticky and sweaty but it doesn't matter at all. He kisses Clay's hair and inhales his scent.

"I'll remember, Clay," he murmurs sleepily, "I won't forget this place or Aragorn or you or even David. I'll be back - I promise."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay doesn't stir. He's already asleep.

He dreams of the ocean, stretching out in front of him, endlessly, distant cries from the invisible shore.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

When Weps wakes, he's alone in his bed - Clay must have left earlier. He rolls onto his back and looks at the ceiling. He feels a little sad, but maybe it's better this way - he always was crap at saying goodbye.