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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]

Clay moves back against him, sighing, relaxing, enjoying Weps' soft touches.

He remembers when he said goodbye to Callie, when they made love the night before he left, without her knowing it was a goodbye. This time they both know that may be the case.

It makes it different.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps sighs as he strokes Clay's body as if he has all the time in the world. He rubs a nipple softly between his fingertips and bites down softly on Clay's neck.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, reaching behind him to the nightstand drawer, "so warm and giving and beautiful."

Pulling back a little from Clay, Weps quickly slicks on a condom and tips some lube on his fingers. Kissing the back of Clay's neck he slowly circles Clay's entrance with his fingers and then presses one home, his other hand sliding round to curl round Clay's cock.

He moans out loud as his finger is surrounded by warmth and he adds another, curling and pressing, searching...

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Weps' touches have relaxed and the tremble running through his whole body when Weps touch his prostrate surprises him by its intensity.

He throws his head back a little and moans, wet and open-mouthed.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps slows his movements a little, making soothing noises against Clay's ear. He gently removes his fingers and straddles Clay's lower leg, gently pushing Clay's other leg up against his chest. He presses one hand on Clay's chest and the other on his hip.

"Perfect, he whispers hoarsely, lining himself up and sliding his cock in slow and deep. Weps gasps with pleasure as seats himself deep, his heart racing. Under his hand, Clay's is racing in time.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay shudders as Weps enters him, suddenly filled, held.

He gasps and moves a little, rocking, feeling it better, fully.

His skin is damp.

He grabs hold of the hand on his chest and tangles their fingers.

Yes

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps holds Clay tight, gasping at the gripping heat of his body as he moves in a seemingly unhurried rhythm, pulling out slow and sliding in deep. "So good," he whispers, "so good." He wants this to last, but he knows it's impossible - the tactile sensations of all that skin moving against all that skin have him whimpering in pleasure and he sucks gently on Clay's shoulder. Weps can feel the groans vibrating in Clay's throat as his mouth moves over the damp, salty skin. He grips Clay's chin, turning his face so he can kiss him.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

The kiss is perfect, a hint of the salt of his own sweat in Weps' mouth and warm lips moving against his, slowly, like Weps moving in him.
Deep within him.

He shudders, almost on the brink already, wanting to hold back.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Even though they're not face to face, the position is so intimate, the contact so complete that Weps can feel every movement of Clay's body. He moves his hand to slowly curl round Clay's cock, squeezing and stroking gently, keeping the rhythym, pulling slowly out and sliding back in deep and feels Clay's answering shudder...

Weps breathes in sharply. Suddenly he's very close and a rasping groan escapes him.

"Clay..."

[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.