Joel doesn't know how Spencer does it, how he says such things with ease, still speaking as Joel feels himself quickly unravelling. He can feel Spencer's hand between them, he knows Spencer is stroking himself, exactly like Joel wants to watch him do one day, he can feel it when Spencer's knuckles brush against him and he has to struggle to retain any of his composure. He loves that Spencer can do this to him, that all he needs to do is say so few words and Joel has nearly completely lost any sort of control he'd had over himself. With just a sentence or two, he's entirely lost to Spencer, though the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes being lost to Spencer is rapidly becoming his default state. It's a good feeling, knowing he can go to Spencer's at the end of the day, knowing he'll always be welcome, knowing no matter what they do, even if it's simply sitting on the couch, reading their own books, he has a place.
He doesn't know if he's ever had a place before. He's never belonged anywhere except in the bookstore, in the dark, between the stacks, knowing that few people ever come in to buy the real books, the ones he loves; that most everyone who comes through the door is either looking for some kind of potion or simply wants a trashy romance novel to while away the hours on the beach. That was the only place he belonged until now, but he has a place. And he'll never take that for granted.
A shiver runs down his spine at the feel of Spencer's nails against his skin and he sinks closer against him, grinding his hips down, feeling his cock rubbing against Spencer's. Everything is still so sensitive, he feels as if he's right on edge, but he's nearly hard again and any self-control he'd had -- if he's ever had any at all when it comes to Spencer, he truly thinks he hasn't -- has disappeared.
"I'll have to think about it," he gasps, his lips parting at the feel of Spencer's tongue. "I'll get back to you when I... oh, god... when I'm able to think again." Which he hopes doesn't happen any time soon, he hopes this sort of distraction goes on for awhile yet, because he can feel Spencer getting hard against his body and he's not sure he's ever felt anything he likes that much. A thought comes to him then, one that's unexpected, and he groans before he manages to actually say anything. "I thought of one. I want to feel you get hard in my mouth," he blurts out, still arching his hips down, grinding against Spencer.
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Date: 2014-07-31 01:58 am (UTC)He doesn't know if he's ever had a place before. He's never belonged anywhere except in the bookstore, in the dark, between the stacks, knowing that few people ever come in to buy the real books, the ones he loves; that most everyone who comes through the door is either looking for some kind of potion or simply wants a trashy romance novel to while away the hours on the beach. That was the only place he belonged until now, but he has a place. And he'll never take that for granted.
A shiver runs down his spine at the feel of Spencer's nails against his skin and he sinks closer against him, grinding his hips down, feeling his cock rubbing against Spencer's. Everything is still so sensitive, he feels as if he's right on edge, but he's nearly hard again and any self-control he'd had -- if he's ever had any at all when it comes to Spencer, he truly thinks he hasn't -- has disappeared.
"I'll have to think about it," he gasps, his lips parting at the feel of Spencer's tongue. "I'll get back to you when I... oh, god... when I'm able to think again." Which he hopes doesn't happen any time soon, he hopes this sort of distraction goes on for awhile yet, because he can feel Spencer getting hard against his body and he's not sure he's ever felt anything he likes that much. A thought comes to him then, one that's unexpected, and he groans before he manages to actually say anything. "I thought of one. I want to feel you get hard in my mouth," he blurts out, still arching his hips down, grinding against Spencer.