"I'll picture you naked more often than that," Spencer corrects, and he can see the blush on Joel's cheeks even when shielded by the beard, and it's somehow all the more appealing. The fact that Joel is trying--and very well succeeding, Spencer might add--is undeniably sexy, as is the thought that won't leave his mind now of having sex in all the places Joel is listing and he almost growls at the images that keep flashing by far too quickly. Down in the store, at the library, in the kitchen, in Spencer's living room, all of them are possibilities that he thinks should very much become realities sooner than later because Joel is being terribly wicked right now and Spencer isn't surprised to find that he loves it.
His voice cracks a bit when he attempts to speak but he doesn't care, he can't be bothered to be embarrassed about it when his boyfriend is saying things like this to him and Joel's foot is rubbing so gently against his own, and he stuffs another bite of shepherd's pie in his mouth before he tries again.
"Is this revenge for the popsicles?" he asks, the slightest hint of teasing in his tone. He can't talk, really. He's growing steadily aroused the more he hears Joel discussing sex and tables in the same sentence, and he really is getting closer to shoving everything off the table and letting Joel practice what he's preaching. He bites down on his lip and lets his eyes travel to where Joel has his palm laid out on the table and shakes his head with a heavy, dramatic sigh. "If it is revenge, I'd like to remind you that I followed through on my teasing."
He's being facetious, though he really wouldn't mind having Joel bend him over this particular table right now, and he reaches out to cover Joel's hand with his own. Whether or not they have sex tonight, whether or not it's on this table, it doesn't matter to Spencer because he knows they're always going to be another day. Joel isn't going anywhere, he's proven that time and time again, and Spencer's smile softens as he thinks about how angry Joel had been about Eli earlier. It seems like so long ago now, so far removed because of how playful they're being, but it means more than Spencer knows how to say that Joel is so willing to defend him. Nobody's done that for him since his own brother.
He wants to keep the mood light, especially when Joel looks so beautifully smug about the way Spencer's pants are obviously tighter than they had been just a minute ago, and he scoots his chair bit by bit until he's closer to Joel. "I have to admit, having your hands all over me while I'm laid out on something that was built by your hands sounds awfully appealing."
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Date: 2014-07-14 10:44 am (UTC)His voice cracks a bit when he attempts to speak but he doesn't care, he can't be bothered to be embarrassed about it when his boyfriend is saying things like this to him and Joel's foot is rubbing so gently against his own, and he stuffs another bite of shepherd's pie in his mouth before he tries again.
"Is this revenge for the popsicles?" he asks, the slightest hint of teasing in his tone. He can't talk, really. He's growing steadily aroused the more he hears Joel discussing sex and tables in the same sentence, and he really is getting closer to shoving everything off the table and letting Joel practice what he's preaching. He bites down on his lip and lets his eyes travel to where Joel has his palm laid out on the table and shakes his head with a heavy, dramatic sigh. "If it is revenge, I'd like to remind you that I followed through on my teasing."
He's being facetious, though he really wouldn't mind having Joel bend him over this particular table right now, and he reaches out to cover Joel's hand with his own. Whether or not they have sex tonight, whether or not it's on this table, it doesn't matter to Spencer because he knows they're always going to be another day. Joel isn't going anywhere, he's proven that time and time again, and Spencer's smile softens as he thinks about how angry Joel had been about Eli earlier. It seems like so long ago now, so far removed because of how playful they're being, but it means more than Spencer knows how to say that Joel is so willing to defend him. Nobody's done that for him since his own brother.
He wants to keep the mood light, especially when Joel looks so beautifully smug about the way Spencer's pants are obviously tighter than they had been just a minute ago, and he scoots his chair bit by bit until he's closer to Joel. "I have to admit, having your hands all over me while I'm laid out on something that was built by your hands sounds awfully appealing."