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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 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.