"Okay," Joel murmurs and although he's only partly hearing Spencer's words, he still registers them and he will, if he has to, he'll carry Spencer to bed where he'll wrap himself around his boyfriend, where he'll tug Spencer down on top of him and fall asleep. Or, if he's lucky and if his body decides to cooperate, where he'll be able to kiss and touch Spencer until they're both hard again, until he can take Spencer into his mouth, until he can do any number of the wonderful things he wants to be able to do to Spencer, but at the moment they're all just a little too far beyond him. Even moving is difficult and he shifts on shaking legs, testing them out before he reluctantly releases Spencer's hip, before he takes a cautious step away, then smiles and holds his hands out toward Spencer.
They've just had sex on his table, the one Joel built nearly eight years ago, cursing and sweating in this very spot. It's just a table, but it's something he built on his own, with his hands, and having pressed Spencer down against the aged wood as he thrust into him is a strangely amazing feeling. Then again, that might have little to do with the table itself and everything to do with the man. Spencer makes him feel things he never would have thought he was even capable of and even though it's several moments since Spencer has said he's good at this, Joel only really registers it now and as he takes his boyfriend's hands and tugs him close, he smiles.
"I think you make me good at this," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around Spencer, and he doesn't know if Spencer genuinely requires help getting to the bed, but Joel is more than happy to supply it either way. He begins to walk backwards slowly, taking Spencer with him, and they're really only a few feet from the bed anyway. Once they're there, he turns them so Spencer's back is to the bed, then nudges him down onto the mattress gently before crawling up beside him, stretched out on his side with his arm pillowing his head. There's a window just on the other side of the bed and he glances over to it, just barely able to see the fireworks from between buildings.
"It's not as good at it would be on the fire escape, but..." He trails off and then points, ducking his head so Spencer can see what remains of the fireworks going off on the boardwalk. A little part of him wishes they'd still gone out on the, that they were sitting in the chairs now, but there will be other holidays, other celebrations, and he thinks what's most important, what really counts is that they're here together. There's genuinely no place he wouldn't go if it meant to two of them were together.
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Date: 2014-07-23 12:13 pm (UTC)They've just had sex on his table, the one Joel built nearly eight years ago, cursing and sweating in this very spot. It's just a table, but it's something he built on his own, with his hands, and having pressed Spencer down against the aged wood as he thrust into him is a strangely amazing feeling. Then again, that might have little to do with the table itself and everything to do with the man. Spencer makes him feel things he never would have thought he was even capable of and even though it's several moments since Spencer has said he's good at this, Joel only really registers it now and as he takes his boyfriend's hands and tugs him close, he smiles.
"I think you make me good at this," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around Spencer, and he doesn't know if Spencer genuinely requires help getting to the bed, but Joel is more than happy to supply it either way. He begins to walk backwards slowly, taking Spencer with him, and they're really only a few feet from the bed anyway. Once they're there, he turns them so Spencer's back is to the bed, then nudges him down onto the mattress gently before crawling up beside him, stretched out on his side with his arm pillowing his head. There's a window just on the other side of the bed and he glances over to it, just barely able to see the fireworks from between buildings.
"It's not as good at it would be on the fire escape, but..." He trails off and then points, ducking his head so Spencer can see what remains of the fireworks going off on the boardwalk. A little part of him wishes they'd still gone out on the, that they were sitting in the chairs now, but there will be other holidays, other celebrations, and he thinks what's most important, what really counts is that they're here together. There's genuinely no place he wouldn't go if it meant to two of them were together.