When Joel flips him on his back, Spencer lands with a surprised gasp that's followed immediately by a breathy laugh at how easily Joel handles him. In his regular body, they're more on equal ground because while Joel has always been stronger than him, he's has the advantage of being just a couple inches taller--and of looking more fragile than he really is. He imagines that's why anyone who has become a true friend of his always seems to develop some sort of protective streak over him, this strange need to keep Spencer safe when he's a grown man who's been able to care for himself well enough over the years of his adult life. It's different than the way Dane or Joel have looked at him, there's an unshakable bond he'd had with his brother and has with his husband that doesn't compare to anything else. When Joel holds him close, when Joel is the one keeping him safe, the feeling is mutual on a much deeper level because Spencer knows that at this point, he could get through almost anything except losing his husband.
Still, Joel has never treated him like he might break. Even when they'd had sex the first time, Joel had been gentle and careful but there'd been an urgency to his actions just like there seems to be now. Spencer's back arches off the mattress when Joel takes a nipple between his fingers, the weight of his breasts heaving against his chests as his breaths come heavier, shorter, indicative of a greater need. He can feel his husband's erection pressing against his hip and that isn't unfamiliar, there are parts of this that don't feel all new because he still knows Joel's body better than he knows his own--certainly better than the body he's in now--but there's something about the familiarity and the growing excitement of having Joel experiment with getting to know him all over again that shoots tingles down Spencer's spine and straight to the muscles that seem to tighten and loosen in anticipation of their own accord.
It's easier to adjust when he can hear his husband thinking so clearly about how he can still see Spencer, past the obvious hint of his aura and the tattoo on his hip. He's too close to euphoria to catch more than just snippets of what's going through Joel's mind but here and there, all he can do is lift the corners of his lips into a smile as he hears them--no matter what, nothing can stop this, nothing--and his eyelids flutter as he leans in to capture Joel's lips for a kiss. Slowly, so slowly, he's growing more accustomed to the changes that have been made and not just the more conspicuous ones. His lips are softer now and Joel's beard threatens to both tickle and rub them raw as he deepens the kiss, moaning into his husband's mouth as an encouragement for Joel to never stop touching him. He still doesn't know what he looks like, doesn't know if his face really is as reminiscent of himself as Joel keeps thinking it is, but he hopes that he'll be able to look into a mirror later and agree. He's still Spencer Waters-Baker, after all, his history and knowledge have remained untouched; but he thinks he'd like to be able to see himself even in this new body.
He lifts his legs to hook around Joel's waist, like he's done so many times before but it's easier now, he feels so much lighter than usual and with his husband in his corner, Spencer thinks this experience is going to be a far more valuable one than he might have realized earlier. He doesn't know how long it will last, is hoping beyond hope that he'll return to his normal body sooner than later, but the way Joel is looking at him right now with that unbridled curiosity, the way he's rolling Spencer's nipple between his fingers and lowering kisses over his chest, it's not something Spencer will soon forget.
"I married the right man," he murmurs and his smile may be the slightest bit teasing but his words are entirely sincere. "When you look at me..." He grinds his hips harder against Joel's cock, wickedly arching an eyebrow as he tries to keep himself from smirking. "God, when you look at me, it's like everything else just disappears." He reaches a hand between them, stretching his petite fingers around the length of Joel's cock as his lips part from the weight of it in his hand. "It's just you and me."
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Date: 2015-01-19 07:05 pm (UTC)Still, Joel has never treated him like he might break. Even when they'd had sex the first time, Joel had been gentle and careful but there'd been an urgency to his actions just like there seems to be now. Spencer's back arches off the mattress when Joel takes a nipple between his fingers, the weight of his breasts heaving against his chests as his breaths come heavier, shorter, indicative of a greater need. He can feel his husband's erection pressing against his hip and that isn't unfamiliar, there are parts of this that don't feel all new because he still knows Joel's body better than he knows his own--certainly better than the body he's in now--but there's something about the familiarity and the growing excitement of having Joel experiment with getting to know him all over again that shoots tingles down Spencer's spine and straight to the muscles that seem to tighten and loosen in anticipation of their own accord.
It's easier to adjust when he can hear his husband thinking so clearly about how he can still see Spencer, past the obvious hint of his aura and the tattoo on his hip. He's too close to euphoria to catch more than just snippets of what's going through Joel's mind but here and there, all he can do is lift the corners of his lips into a smile as he hears them--no matter what, nothing can stop this, nothing--and his eyelids flutter as he leans in to capture Joel's lips for a kiss. Slowly, so slowly, he's growing more accustomed to the changes that have been made and not just the more conspicuous ones. His lips are softer now and Joel's beard threatens to both tickle and rub them raw as he deepens the kiss, moaning into his husband's mouth as an encouragement for Joel to never stop touching him. He still doesn't know what he looks like, doesn't know if his face really is as reminiscent of himself as Joel keeps thinking it is, but he hopes that he'll be able to look into a mirror later and agree. He's still Spencer Waters-Baker, after all, his history and knowledge have remained untouched; but he thinks he'd like to be able to see himself even in this new body.
He lifts his legs to hook around Joel's waist, like he's done so many times before but it's easier now, he feels so much lighter than usual and with his husband in his corner, Spencer thinks this experience is going to be a far more valuable one than he might have realized earlier. He doesn't know how long it will last, is hoping beyond hope that he'll return to his normal body sooner than later, but the way Joel is looking at him right now with that unbridled curiosity, the way he's rolling Spencer's nipple between his fingers and lowering kisses over his chest, it's not something Spencer will soon forget.
"I married the right man," he murmurs and his smile may be the slightest bit teasing but his words are entirely sincere. "When you look at me..." He grinds his hips harder against Joel's cock, wickedly arching an eyebrow as he tries to keep himself from smirking. "God, when you look at me, it's like everything else just disappears." He reaches a hand between them, stretching his petite fingers around the length of Joel's cock as his lips part from the weight of it in his hand. "It's just you and me."