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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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[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Come here," Weps murmurs, grasping Clay's hand and pulling him close, tugging the other blanket around their shoulders. Clay feels good against him and he sighs softly, looking into the flames.

"I'm leaving here, Clay," he whispers into Clay's hair. "I have to go home to my son."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay remembers Orlando, trying to go home and not being able to. But then there was David who had no problems at all so he doesn't say anything. He just puts an arm around Weps and hugs him a little.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps returns the hug.

"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.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay lies down next to him, pulling him tight, stroking his back.
He can tell that Weps is conflicted. Hurting.

He kisses his hair, caresses his neck, trying to soothe.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps sighs, wrapping his arms around Clay and sharing his warmth, his caress on his neck and hair. Weps shifts his position until his mouth finds the base of Clay's throat, and he sucks at it gently moaning softly against the warm skin. For a moment, perhaps he can forget the pain.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay hadn't expected Weps to want that but the soft movements of lips on his skin are pleasant and he tips his head back a little, leaving more skin open for exploration.

His cock twitches and he moans a little, the silent sound vibrating in his throat.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps feels Clay tense against him and he lifts his mouth from his skin. "I'm sorry, sorry," he whispers, "you just smelled so right, I needed to taste..." Weps voice trails off, his own body tense now, rigid.

"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.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay looks down at him, seeing the don't in his eyes, belying the words, and tips his head, capturing Weps' mouth.

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?

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

The kiss had said the words Weps wanted to hear and Weps smiles up at Clay in understanding, nodding his head. It's warm under the blankets next to the fire, but it'll be warmer inside. But right now he needs Clay's mouth on his again. He curls an arm round Clay's neck and pulls him down close and claims Clay's mouth with his own. He moans softly into the kiss, wrapping his tongue around Clay's tongue.

Breaking the kiss, he looks up at Clay, eyes a little cloudy. "Better put out the fire then," he whispers.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay nods and gets to his feet, dousing out the fire. He is very thorough.

Then he holds out a hand to Weps.

Come on then

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps smiles as he takes Clay's hand and stands up. He immediately pulls Clay to him and kisses him hungrily, groaning softly in his throat.

"Not so easy to put out this fire," he murmurs, pressing their bodies close.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay lets his lips melt away, his mouth warm and wet, rubbing his crotch against Weps.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"You're beautiful." Weps groans as he feels Clay's hardness against his own. He runs his hands down Clay's back and under the waistband of his jeans. "I'm gonna miss you," he murmurs, teeth nipping Clay's earlobe.

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.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay holds out his arm, smiling.

Go right ahead

He is willing to let Weps take the lead. It even turns him on a bit, being a little passive.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps steps up close and rests his hands gently on Clay's hips. He smiles and kisses him briefly on the mouth. "I love the feeling of your stubble against my lips - makes them tingle," he whispers. Weps slides his fingers up Clay's chest and pushes the jacket from his shoulders. Again he kisses Clay, this time at the base of his throat. "I've said it before, but I'll say it again... you sure taste good, Clay. Makes me want you more."

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.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay is looking at him, eyes dark. He's kept his hands above his head and is arching slightly toward Weps. His mouth is slightly open and the back of his head is resting against the wall.

He wets his lips with his tongue.