he's beauty and he's grace [closed for joel, dated for 1/19]

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A week of having powers hasn't been as distressing as Spencer might have thought, though he wouldn't say he's enjoying it. He's still fretting a bit over how long it might last, whether this is something he's going to really have to train himself to deal with, because as much as he thinks he's generally quite ordinary without them, Spencer isn't sure that he'd want to keep the powers permanently. It's invasive, his power, of course it is, he's able to hear people's thoughts no matter how much he doesn't want to or how private they may be. He understands now what Joel means when he says he has to try not to read people's auras because Spencer doesn't want to know that any given person he passes on the street has just had sex or finds him attractive or can't pay their bills this month.

All these things are on his mind as he blinks his eyes open and stretches out in bed, the sun shining through the curtains and casting shadows at all the right angles on his husband's face. He smiles softly before glancing at the clock on their nightstand, sighing to himself when he sees how early it is. There's still a couple hours yet before he has to get out of bed, before he and Joel have to walk Huxley to the store to set up for the day, and he rolls over on his stomach so he can rest his cheek on Joel's chest.

Something feels strange this morning, something he can't quite put his finger on, but he lets his eyes drift back shut because it doesn't matter right now. He can worry about it when the alarm goes off and their day really begins. For now, he's content to pretend that everything is normal--well, as normal as things can be when it comes to living in this town--and that he's powerless as he should be and their biggest worry, which isn't even a worry at all, is what size the baby's growing to be this week.

Everything else, Spencer's happy to let wait.

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Watching Joel's cock disappear into him then slip halfway back out is something Spencer is certain he'll never tire of and the addition of Joel's thumb pressing against his clit only makes him want to throw his head back and shout. Nothing makes it out of his mouth when his jaw drops open, though he keeps his head steady because he knows what Joel wants, knows that his husband wants to be able to see him when he comes, and Spencer understands that because to see the ecstasy playing across Joel's features just now had been beyond incredible. That he can have the same effect on his husband in this body means everything, feeling Joel spill into him and having Joel want to do all in his power to make sure Spencer comes again, it's overwhelming and with that, Spencer comes with a shudder and strangled gasp of Joel's name.

He lets himself fall forward until his palms hit the mattress, and he lets out a short laugh as he lowers himself the rest of the way to rest his head against Joel's shoulders, trying to catch his breath and let his pulse slow back into a more regular pace. Joel's still half-hard inside him and it feels different still having him there, different from the way it is when he's in a male body but not in a bad way. He quite enjoys it, really, which comes as no surprise, and he experimentally circles his hips again just to know what it's like after the fact. It only serves to send another jolt of pleasure through him, and he muffles his gasp against his husband's collarbone until the tremors running through him stop.

"That was-- It-- You're--" The words escape him through his panting, but Spencer knows Joel will understand. He finds it a bit humorous that they're both so capable with each other, such experts in knowing exactly how to make the other feel good when they're naked and together like this and as he always does after they make love, Spencer wishes they could just stay like this forever. It's a bit childish, he thinks, but Joel brings out that side of him, a sort of innocence and a view on the world that has become so optimistic because there's nothing that can ruin him too horribly as long as Joel is by his side. Some might think him blinded, to carry on through life with the belief that they can carry on through anything together, but Spencer simply knows better because they can. They'd kept on going through their lives on their own now for years, after all, it shouldn't come as a surprise that they'd be able to withstand anything else now that they're stronger with each other.

"I don't want to move," he groans, tilting his head back to press a kiss to Joel's jawline with a contended sigh. He's still reeling from his orgasm, still so sensitive from having Joel inside him, but he's beyond sated. He could fall asleep here and now, without question, but one thing in particular he'd heard in Joel's mind is what keeps him willing to keep his eyes open. "I did hear something about a shower though, didn't I?" Their bodies are coated with sweat, though not as sticky as usual, and the thought of letting Joel carry him to the shower like this is nothing short of appealing. "It's Monday, the store's closed, we don't have to be anywhere else, right? We can get in the shower and rinse off, come back to bed and just work from home. Or watch your dancing show, we still have it on the DVR."

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All Joel can do is hum softly in response, unable to actually form words, which is often the state he's left in after he and Spencer have been intimate. His hands smooth down Spencer's back, still stunned by how much smaller he is. His fingers curl over the edges of his hips and for a moment he just holds him there, stifling a little moan when Spencer moves his hips again. He's still so sensitive, still half hard inside of Spencer, but he doesn't want to pull away or let him go. What he wants is to just lie here and regain some of his energy and then possibly do it all over again. The store is closed, Spencer is right about that, and while there's a part of Joel that wants to get directly to work on finding out what's going on and if there's a way for him to change Spencer back, he also has a feeling it's going to take him more than just a few hours of work. It might even take him more than a few days and he knows eventually Spencer is going to get tired of being in this body. There's work to be done, but Joel is far too exhausted to think of any of it right now, so everything Spencer is saying to him sounds absolutely wonderful.

"Mhm," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to Spencer's temple as he holds him tightly. He doesn't remember thinking about the shower, but at this point, he doesn't remember a lot that doesn't have to do with this moment right here. He's more than happy to do anything Spencer wants, though, and he thinks about how light he must be now, about how easy it would be for Joel to just sweep him up and off his feet and he sighs softly again, unable to think of anything else. He's so comfortable and content and sated right now and he doesn't want to move, but if Spencer wants to go to the shower, Joel will take him. As always, Joel will do absolutely anything for him.

"We can do anything you want," he murmurs, kissing Spencer again. "Anything. I'll take you to the shower if that's what you want." But he doesn't want to move yet. He thinks he might be able to fall asleep again, which is strange, given how scared he'd been earlier, how certain he'd been that someone had done something awful to Spencer. Everything seems to have slowed down now, taken in a sleepy sort of quality. It should be stranger than this, having a body in his body that isn't the one he's used to, but he knows it's Spencer, there's not a doubt in his mind, and that's all he really needs to know. Anything else in the world can change so long as that remains the same and it will. Even in a different body, this is still Spencer.

"But maybe in a few minutes," he adds a second later, giving a soft little laugh. "I think I need that long to regain feeling in my legs." He's probably exaggerating just a little bit, but right now he feels if he were to try to stand, if he were to try and take Spencer into his arms, he might just collapse again in a heap on the floor. He feels boneless and weary, worn out in the best possible way and it's nothing new, Spencer does this to him all the time, but more often than not, Spencer also allows him to just go back to sleep.

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"A few minutes," Spencer agrees, giving a nearly imperceptible nod of his head as he sighs softly against Joel's chest. He can never quite predict it, when he'll have excess energy after sex or when he won't, but it seems that as quickly as he'd gained it here, he's losing it by the second. He tries to stifle his yawn but just barely manages it before he's blinking slowly, tracing shapes over the smooth skin of Joel's shoulder. He can feel Joel's cock softening inside of him, but he doesn't care, doesn't think he could move right now even if he wanted to, and it's not as if he's too heavy at the moment to stay this way. He's significantly lighter, in fact, and the warmth of Joel's arms wrapped around him is far too pleasant to be willing to even roll to his side onto the mattress.

Mornings like this are always his favorite because most of the time, starting the morning with Joel making love to him always leads to a significantly better day; but it also has to do with the contentment that spreads through him when they're finished, when they're allotted the time to just lie in each other's arms for as long as they want because they have nowhere to be. Some days, they have no choice but to be quick, maybe because they've waited to get out of bed until the last possible second before they need to get ready to go open the store or because they're so desperate for each other's touch that all they can afford is an unexpected romp in the back room of Crossroads. Still, no matter what, no matter how slowly Joel makes loves to him or how quickly Joel fucks him, Spencer's never once been left feeling cold.

Even if Joel can't take him into his arms for an extended period after sex, Spencer is at least warmed by the feeling that carries throughout the day, throughout their lives. Joel loves him, truly loves him, and it's not something Spencer has ever doubted. He's always been so used to being skeptical, suspicious, he's been used to asking questions and being curious almost to a fault, but he hasn't had to be or do any of these things with Joel. For each other, they're open books, and that isn't something he could ever find with anyone else. He may have friends who will readily divulge information about their private lives or how they're feeling or what they're thinking, but Spencer isn't that kind of person. When he's experiencing something on a deeply emotional level, he keeps it as private as he can unless he's with Joel and perhaps he should work on that, perhaps he should be more open with the other people who do care about him; but he isn't ready, not yet.

He's happy to let Joel see him for who he truly is because Spencer already knows his husband would never walk away from this. Joel had promised months and months ago that he'd stay, and he had. Then he'd vowed it in front of witnesses, and Spencer knows they don't need the wedding bands on their fingers to prove they love each other, but it means something to them specifically. It's why he has this tattoo on his hip, it's why he and Joel will always have what nobody else ever will, each other, but he cherishes that ring more than he'd ever be able to put into words. It's a symbol, and he's never once taken it off since Joel had slipped it onto his finger on their wedding day.

He frowns at it now, though, at the way it's dangerously close to slipping off his finger. "I'll need to get a chain for this," he says, thinking out loud more than anything else. "I don't want to go even a day without wearing it in one way or another." If Joel wants to fall back asleep for a bit, Spencer is happy to let him because in the evenings, it's usually the other way around. Spencer falls fast asleep with his head on his husband's chest while Joel reads or watches television or eventually escapes out from under Spencer to work on ordering inventory. He has no problem affording his husband the same luxury.

[just_another]

"Okay," Joel agrees, his arms still around Spencer and he's only vaguely aware of what is being said to him right now. Something about a chain, Spencer's ring, and Joel is nodding, thinking there's probably a chain in one of his drawers somewhere and if there's not he'll go out and buy one for Spencer right now, anything at all to make him happy. Although maybe he doesn't have to go right now, maybe he can lie here for just a little while longer and enjoy how it feels to have his arms wrapped around his husband's body, even though it isn't a body he's all that familiar with. The curves are still unfamiliar and the size of Spencer is all wrong, but he still feels right in ways he doesn't know if he could explain. A different body, a different shape, an entirely different feel and yet it's all the same. It shouldn't make sense, but it does, and Joel is perfectly content to accept it as it is. This is his husband he's holding in his arms, both unknown and easily recognizable at the same time. It doesn't make sense, but maybe it doesn't have to. Just as long as they're together and they're happy and comfortable, nothing needs to be explained. They don't owe anything to anyone else.

The store is closed, they can stay in bed all day if they want to, and for the moment that really does sound like the best option, especially when he feels so close to sleep again. Waking up like that, finding someone else in the bed with him other than what he'd expected had gotten his adrenaline pumping quickly, but between realizing what was really happening and everything he's just done with Spencer, he's crashing all over again. His muscles are aching and he's weary, but in the best possible way, and he smiles as he tips his head over and brush his lips against Spencer's temple. "I'll get you anything you want," he murmurs. "Anything at all."

And he might be awfully close to falling asleep again, but he means that. He'll get up now if he has to, but he doesn't think Spencer will make him do that. In a few moments he'll sweep his husband up and take him to the shower and then after that he'll make him breakfast and then go out and buy him a chain for his ring. And then he'll come home and put Spencer's ring on the chain, put it around his neck, and explode every last bit of this body with his mouth. It sounds like the perfect plan for this day and he knows he should be thinking about ways to undo this, ways to reverse what's happened and maybe he'll do that, too, but if Spencer doesn't spontaneously return to his regular body, then Joel can think of a few more ways they might want to enjoy this day before everything goes back to how it used to be.

"Shower, breakfast, chain, then I'm going to go down on you," he mumbles and he realizes he probably doesn't need to say it, not when Spencer can hear everything he's thinking, but saying it makes him grin, a sleepy sort of expression. "For hours. I just decided. I want to see how many times I can make you come." Because he can do that with this body. He loves Spencer's body so much, he loves every last little thing about it, but once they've come, they both need a period of recovery time, it's just part of being a man. But the body Spencer is in now doesn't need that, not in the same way, and Joel thinks it might be fun for him to discover just how far he can push it. They have the day off, after all, and he thinks they should really do their best to make use of it.