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doublethepainIt takes a couple hours before he realizes that he probably shouldn't have volunteered for inventory duty at the library the same morning he'd gotten the splints off his fingers. It still feels strange, having his left hand finally free and clear, and he's been carefully flexing his hand since he'd left the hospital with regular exercises he's supposed to strengthen it again. There's still an ache in the three fingers that had been broken, or at least he thinks there is; but every time his boss notices the faraway look on his face when he should really be notating any books in poor condition.
"I'm fine, John," he says, arching an eyebrow though there's a smile that plays at the corners of his lips. "For the eighteenth time."
"It's a holiday, you should be with your boyfriend," John grumbles, and Spencer rolls his eyes because that's rich coming from a man with a wife and daughter.
He feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket and knows who it is before looking, though his smile only widens when he sees that it is, indeed, Joel. "I'm going to take a break," he announces, clapping John on the back--a gesture reserved for the only man who's ever come close to being a father figure to him--as he starts backwards toward the break room while furiously tapping at his phone to write his reply. He's distracted once he reaches the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet and grabbing a bowl of ramen as he wanders over to the microwave. He sets his phone down, smiling to himself as he just stands there for a moment, thinking about how good things are in his love life right now. It's unlike anything he's ever experienced and he puts the ramen bowl into he microwave without thinking, setting the time for three minutes from now and looking back down at his phone as the screen brightens with a new text. John calls for him then from the shelves and he shouts that he's on his way, snatching his phone from the counter and leaving the microwave running as he heads back out to meet his boss.
Half a minute later, he's got an armful of books but when they hear it, a pop from the break room followed by a quick booming noise, it makes the pair exchange a startled glance before they both drop the books in their arms and run to see what had happened. There's smoke billowing from the microwave and a fire is lit up inside, and Spencer's jaw drops as it clicks immediately. He hadn't even broken the seal on the ramen bowl, hadn't filled it with water or anything, he'd just let it... "Ohhhh, no," he groans, rubbing at his temple and to put salt in the wound, the world deems it necessary for the smoke to trigger the fire alarm.
It's not even a surprise when the sprinklers go off but at least it's centralized to the break room. He and John stand there for a moment, already soaked by the sprinklers, but when the sirens sound from outside, John drops his head and sighs. "Well, kid," he starts, and Spencer is relieved to see that when John looks back up, there's an amused smile on his face, "I guess we weren't going to be able to get through the Fourth of July without a few fireworks."
The paramedics and firefighters seem almost disappointed when Spencer explains what had happened, but they've attracted a crowd. It's a slow emergency day for the town, Spencer suspects, as awful as that may sound. He wanders away from the ambulance, hands shoved in his pockets as he observes the chatter of the gawking spectators around them and shakes his head.
"Surely there's something better that everyone could be doing."
[OOC: tl;dr Spencer accidentally blew up the library's break room and now there's a crowd, an ambulance, and a fire truck outside the building. Feel free to stop by and tell him he's an idiot. A very cute idiot.]
"I'm fine, John," he says, arching an eyebrow though there's a smile that plays at the corners of his lips. "For the eighteenth time."
"It's a holiday, you should be with your boyfriend," John grumbles, and Spencer rolls his eyes because that's rich coming from a man with a wife and daughter.
He feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket and knows who it is before looking, though his smile only widens when he sees that it is, indeed, Joel. "I'm going to take a break," he announces, clapping John on the back--a gesture reserved for the only man who's ever come close to being a father figure to him--as he starts backwards toward the break room while furiously tapping at his phone to write his reply. He's distracted once he reaches the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet and grabbing a bowl of ramen as he wanders over to the microwave. He sets his phone down, smiling to himself as he just stands there for a moment, thinking about how good things are in his love life right now. It's unlike anything he's ever experienced and he puts the ramen bowl into he microwave without thinking, setting the time for three minutes from now and looking back down at his phone as the screen brightens with a new text. John calls for him then from the shelves and he shouts that he's on his way, snatching his phone from the counter and leaving the microwave running as he heads back out to meet his boss.
Half a minute later, he's got an armful of books but when they hear it, a pop from the break room followed by a quick booming noise, it makes the pair exchange a startled glance before they both drop the books in their arms and run to see what had happened. There's smoke billowing from the microwave and a fire is lit up inside, and Spencer's jaw drops as it clicks immediately. He hadn't even broken the seal on the ramen bowl, hadn't filled it with water or anything, he'd just let it... "Ohhhh, no," he groans, rubbing at his temple and to put salt in the wound, the world deems it necessary for the smoke to trigger the fire alarm.
It's not even a surprise when the sprinklers go off but at least it's centralized to the break room. He and John stand there for a moment, already soaked by the sprinklers, but when the sirens sound from outside, John drops his head and sighs. "Well, kid," he starts, and Spencer is relieved to see that when John looks back up, there's an amused smile on his face, "I guess we weren't going to be able to get through the Fourth of July without a few fireworks."
The paramedics and firefighters seem almost disappointed when Spencer explains what had happened, but they've attracted a crowd. It's a slow emergency day for the town, Spencer suspects, as awful as that may sound. He wanders away from the ambulance, hands shoved in his pockets as he observes the chatter of the gawking spectators around them and shakes his head.
"Surely there's something better that everyone could be doing."
[OOC: tl;dr Spencer accidentally blew up the library's break room and now there's a crowd, an ambulance, and a fire truck outside the building. Feel free to stop by and tell him he's an idiot. A very cute idiot.]
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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.
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Date: 2014-08-01 02:40 am (UTC)Spencer pulls back to look up at Joel with a surprised but pleased smile, eyes shining with desire as he slowly nods, pumping his fist over his cock against before moving his other hand so his fingertips sweep lightly over Joel's own length. "You always have the best ideas," he says, wetting his lips as he gently presses his hands against Joel's shoulders, encouraging him to move down the bed until his head is between Spencer's legs. Normally, he'd be happy to wait it out, to let Joel take his time and be as gentle as he always is, to revel in the feeling of Joel's hands traveling over his body; but he knows that if he lets that happen, he'll be hard and ready to come again by the time Joel even gets to his cock, and he wants what Joel wants right now. He wants Joel's lips on him, wants to let his head fall back against the pillows behind him and roll his hips against his boyfriend's skilled tongue.
Once Joel has positioned himself just right, Spencer moves his hands to comb through his hair as he shivers at the way Joel's beard tickles his skin. His legs are spread wide and his breaths are coming more and more shallow because he's already anticipating the warmth of Joel's mouth and his fingers tighten in Joel's hair. "God," he mutters under his breath before huffing a short laugh. "You haven't even touched me yet, and I-- I feel like--"
He feels like there's an incredible amount of energy crackling between them, a spark that has been there from the very start; he knows that because he'd felt it between them, while they'd been drunk in the library with their fingers almost brushing; he'd felt it on that park bench, the first time Joel had taken his hand; the first time they'd kissed, the second and third time, and every time they've kissed; he feels it every day, that spark that runs through him like an electric current and makes him shudder like nothing and nobody else has done for him before.
"I feel like there's nothing else that could ever be better than this," he finishes, and it's true. "That you want me like this, it's--" He laughs again, rubbing a hand over his face because he's not even sure what he's saying anymore, Joel's got him so aroused and his body is so sensitive and he's not sure he could even be able to accurately say which way's up or down right now so instead of saying it again, he goes with what he's already said. "Nothing could ever be better than this. Than us."
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Date: 2014-08-01 01:59 pm (UTC)Rubbing his cheek against Spencer's thigh, he slides his hand up, circling the base of his cock before he flashes a smile and ducks his head. "I'll always want you," he murmurs and he knows it's true. More than anything he's said in a long time, he knows he'll always want Spencer, he'll always want to be with him, and not just like this. He wants to be just be with Spencer, he wants to spend time with him, he doesn't want this sort of relationship with anyone else and he can't imagine that changing, not when Spencer is exactly the right person for him. Joel has never been so sure of anything before. He shifts, lifting Spencer's cock, taking him into his mouth and it's a completely different sensation than all the other times he's done this, but it's exactly what he'd said he wants.
One of his hands slides up Spencer's body, just wanting to touch him, wanting to hold on as he takes his cock deeper into his mouth and he can feel it happening. He can feel Spencer getting hard against his tongue and between his lips and he doesn't know why, but that simple sensation sends sparks of such intense pleasure rushing through him that he has to grind his hips down against the bed, a low moan rumbling deep in his throat. Maybe it's the knowledge that he's doing this, he's responsible for making Spencer feel this good. They're together and he's laid Spencer down in this bed completely satisfied not so long ago and now he's here again, his boyfriend's cock getting hard in his mouth and he's never imagined himself at being particularly good in bed, has never really had reason to care, but it gives him a little surge of confidence.
No one else matters. So long as he can do this to Spencer, Joel knows he'll be happy for the rest of his life. He groans again, using his tongue, his cheeks hollowing as his head slowly begins to bob and he gropes blindly, looking for one of Spencer's hands. He gaze flicks up, wanting to see Spencer, wanting to be able to take his hand, wanting to know exactly how he's making him feel.