He never knows what to say to that and his cheeks flush with pleasure, because there's never been another person who would have thought of Joel has anything near perfect. He knows he isn't, he knows he's still prone to sour moods, that his temper leaves something to be desired, that he's secretive and moody with other people, but these are all things he's put on over the years, things he's worn as armor and he doesn't need to wear those shields with Spencer. As long as Spencer thinks he's doing alright, as long as he doesn't have any complaints, Joel is more than happy to continue on as he has, making sure he's always making Spencer happy. He has no intention of going out of his way to be awful to anyone, but he also knows it's being with Spencer that has made it easier for him to be better to the other people in his life.
When Spencer's head falls back, Joel lets out a soft, strangled moan, leaning back enough to just look at him, to watch the way the light hits him, the long line of his neck, and he only lasts a moment before he's crowding closer, between Spencer's legs, his lips traveling the length of his neck. Joel has never given much thought to the type of person he's been attracted to over the years, but he only knows he can't possibly seem to get enough of Spencer in any way. He can't stop touching him or staring at him or tracing the long, lean lines of his body with his hands. But beyond the physical, he knows their connection is something special. He knows, at the end of the day, were they not yet having sex he'd be just as content to be sitting in the chairs on his fire escape, listening to Spencer talk about anything. He's never been so interested in a person before, he's never felt like he's learned even a fraction of what he learns with Spencer. And while he's easily the most incredibly beautiful person he's seen, he's also the smartest, too, the most interesting by far and it sends a shiver up Joel's spine to just know everything they have goes so much deeper than just their ability to turn each other on.
Though he certainly has no complaints about that either. His hand slides up under Spencer's shirt, pushing the material out of the way as he nudges him gently back on the table and ducks his head, pressing kisses to his exposed skin. "You're amazing," he murmurs against the centre of Spencer's chest before he pushes his shirt higher, his teeth grazing against his nipple as one hand slips lower, searching for his belt. "You're so... you're just..." But as always, the words escape him, and he knows the only hope he has of explaining to Spencer just how special he is lies in making him feel as good as he makes Joel feel just by looking at him the right way.
He's gotten fairly good at undoing Spencer's belt in a relatively short period of him, he thinks, and he manages it now with very limited fumbling. Then he's undoing his pants, slipping his hand into his briefs without any preamble because he needs to feel the weight of Spencer's cock in his hand right now. A low moan rumbles in his throat when his fingers wrap around Spencer's length and his eyes close briefly as his lips still and all he can seem to manage is a soft breath against Spencer's skin.
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When Spencer's head falls back, Joel lets out a soft, strangled moan, leaning back enough to just look at him, to watch the way the light hits him, the long line of his neck, and he only lasts a moment before he's crowding closer, between Spencer's legs, his lips traveling the length of his neck. Joel has never given much thought to the type of person he's been attracted to over the years, but he only knows he can't possibly seem to get enough of Spencer in any way. He can't stop touching him or staring at him or tracing the long, lean lines of his body with his hands. But beyond the physical, he knows their connection is something special. He knows, at the end of the day, were they not yet having sex he'd be just as content to be sitting in the chairs on his fire escape, listening to Spencer talk about anything. He's never been so interested in a person before, he's never felt like he's learned even a fraction of what he learns with Spencer. And while he's easily the most incredibly beautiful person he's seen, he's also the smartest, too, the most interesting by far and it sends a shiver up Joel's spine to just know everything they have goes so much deeper than just their ability to turn each other on.
Though he certainly has no complaints about that either. His hand slides up under Spencer's shirt, pushing the material out of the way as he nudges him gently back on the table and ducks his head, pressing kisses to his exposed skin. "You're amazing," he murmurs against the centre of Spencer's chest before he pushes his shirt higher, his teeth grazing against his nipple as one hand slips lower, searching for his belt. "You're so... you're just..." But as always, the words escape him, and he knows the only hope he has of explaining to Spencer just how special he is lies in making him feel as good as he makes Joel feel just by looking at him the right way.
He's gotten fairly good at undoing Spencer's belt in a relatively short period of him, he thinks, and he manages it now with very limited fumbling. Then he's undoing his pants, slipping his hand into his briefs without any preamble because he needs to feel the weight of Spencer's cock in his hand right now. A low moan rumbles in his throat when his fingers wrap around Spencer's length and his eyes close briefly as his lips still and all he can seem to manage is a soft breath against Spencer's skin.