There'd been a chill in the air today. His knee had been aching all morning and when he finally, finally settled down to eat dinner it was throbbing in earnest
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Clay... He'd not seen the man for an age but the soft footfalls were definitely his. How he knew this, lord only knows but as Walker looks up, there he was - moving along the green way, his fingers brushing the fronds of the ferns and the low hanging branches. Clay hasn't seen him - and Walker almost lets Clay pass by as he lets the sudden breath of wind pass by. But at the end, Walker moves forward, a hand outstretched.
Walker sees the question in Clay's eyes and smiles. Time hasn't removed the faraway sadness in the other man's face - he was still searching for something - maybe someone. And maybe he might find some peace here in this golden forest. Walker thinks all this in a split second as he stares back at Clay but there's no answer he can give to the silent question other than one.
It is, isn't it. He steps close enough to hug Walker, closing his eyes briefly.
Walker had understood about nature. Forests. But he's never been here. The Forest is a different place and Clay is certain that it is a good thing he met him. For one, he thinks that it is safe to go back to the house now that they're two. As long as they don't go into the barn.
He slides his hand down Walkers arm till he can lace his fingers with the other mand's and tug at his hand. Come on. I'll show you something.
His palm is rough and warm but his hold is gentle. I've missed you. How are you? Questions conveyed with a quick touch, Clay's heat, then Walker's, and a lifted eyebrow.
He indicates the Forest around them with a gesture with his free hand and tells Walker that this is his home.
Walker nods at the unspoken statement in Clay's eyes and movements. He'd sucked in a breath and held it whilst careful hands unfastened his jeans and now he stands absolutely still, a pool of warm denim at his feet, his cock jutting out towards Clay's face. Walker swallows and exhales and stares down unflinchingly into familiar blue-gray eyes. Fuck, but his mouth is dry...
"Yes," he says unnecessarily, but needing to say something. "Yes, Clay.."
Clay is still looking up at him and then he briefly closes his eyes and leans in to rub his cheek against Walker's cock. Then he turns his head and runs his dry lips along the shaft. Licks his lips. Repeats the motion. This time looking up at Walker.
"Yes," Walker says again, mesmerised by Clay's eyes. "Fuck, yes..." After he's spoken its like the silence in the room engulfs him so that he can hear every breath - hear the brush of Clay's lips along his cock.
Walker swallows again, thankful for the windowsill behind him for support as he strokes his fingers into Clay's hair. His mouth is slighlty open now, his breathing coming a little faster. But he won't rush this - oh no. He won't give in to the desire to push his cock between those shiny lips - down that throat, because it was Clay's call. It was Clay's dream..
And Clay seemed happy prolonging this slow, careful examination of Walker's cock. His thighs. Using his lips and his tongue, his hands firmly placed on Walker's hips.
Finally, he parts his lips so he can slide them down, half-closing his eyes as he savors the dual sensation of silken skin and hard flesh.
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"Clay..."
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He turns, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Walker Recognizing the voice straight away.
It's been a long time, but he looks the same more or less. A little more worn perhaps. A little leaner. A forest creature after a dry summer.
There is no shadow on his brow, nothing hidden in his eyes. There is just the golden light of the dream, softening his features a little.
What are you doing here?
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"I dunno," he says softly, "It's your dream..."
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Walker had understood about nature. Forests. But he's never been here. The Forest is a different place and Clay is certain that it is a good thing he met him. For one, he thinks that it is safe to go back to the house now that they're two. As long as they don't go into the barn.
He slides his hand down Walkers arm till he can lace his fingers with the other mand's and tug at his hand. Come on. I'll show you something.
His palm is rough and warm but his hold is gentle. I've missed you. How are you? Questions conveyed with a quick touch, Clay's heat, then Walker's, and a lifted eyebrow.
He indicates the Forest around them with a gesture with his free hand and tells Walker that this is his home.
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"Yes," he says unnecessarily, but needing to say something. "Yes, Clay.."
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Watch me.
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Walker swallows again, thankful for the windowsill behind him for support as he strokes his fingers into Clay's hair. His mouth is slighlty open now, his breathing coming a little faster. But he won't rush this - oh no. He won't give in to the desire to push his cock between those shiny lips - down that throat, because it was Clay's call. It was Clay's dream..
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Finally, he parts his lips so he can slide them down, half-closing his eyes as he savors the dual sensation of silken skin and hard flesh.
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