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His eyes opened and he was no longer in that cave. He was in a forest, all the leaves were white as snow, the soil on the ground black like her hair. He was naked still, the soil beneath his feet soft and wet. This place was cool and he did not sweat, did not feel that awful heat from the fire.
She was dancing in the clearing, laughing and singing Kwame’s chant. Her hair glinted in the light, she was naked too.
Desire coursed through him hot and real, the sight of her after so long aching. She smiled at him when she saw him closer, beckoned him to her.
“Answer it,” he Told Tony, scooting back off him to sit at the foot of his bed.
Tony looked at him with apologetic eyes, “Clay, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, Tony, really, just answer him.”
Tony sighed and reached for the vibrating phone, tapping the green button and leaned back against the headboard, running a hand through gel slicked hair.
Clay winced as he heard Brad’s angry voice on the other end but smiled, happy for the distraction.
Tony closed his eyes against Brad’s words, mumbling out an apology here and there and Clay pounced at the opportunity.
He went to place the instrument aside but Clay reached out to stop him, a hand on his wrist, smiling back at the confused expression on Tony’s face.
“Play it for me, please.”
The shorter boy stared at him for a few heart beats, a strange expression on his face and Clay worried he had overstepped his boundaries for a moment. But then a large, warm hand came over his, squeezing his fingers, that handsome face smiling at him.
Clay’s eyes were fixated on his boyfriend’s hips, watching them roll and shake, his feet moving in perfect synch with the upbeat music.
Tony was a really, really good dancer.
Clay finished his beer, tearing his gaze away from Tony’s swinging hips and grabbing another, helping himself to some more chips and salsa as he did. Soon enough, he felt a presence join him.
“Come dance with me, hermosa.”
He threw himself down on the bed, the restless night after a day of so much physical exertion taking its toll on him and he figured he would have a nap before properly starting his day.
But he was surrounded by Clay’s scent; fresh air and lavender and cheap cologne and something that was just Clay. Tony turned his head, fisting his pillow and pulled it down to press his nose into it. He breathed in deep, Clay filling his senses and his cock twitched and began to fill with every inhale.
He hadn’t been this gone for a guy before; just the smell and the hint of his presence lingering on his bed sheets making him half hard.