[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 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.