There's a brief moment where Joel thinks maybe he should protest or suggest they move to their bedroom if they're going to start taking their clothes off, but then Spencer is laughing and smoothing his hands over Joel's skin and it doesn't seem to matter anymore. A soft sigh escapes him at the feel of Spencer's hands and his lips and tongue. Every movement is so slow, so weighted in love and comfort, and Joel smiles, the expression slow and lazy, and he just nods his agreement, because he's so pleased, too. It's so nice to just lie here with him, to feel his hands on his skin, to know that they have the entire house to themselves for the time being. Huxley is all but passed out in front of the fire and Joel knows the puppy will need to go outside again a little later, but for now he's fast asleep and there's nothing else that needs their attention, nothing that can distract Joel from spending all this time pouring his energy into being with Spencer.
"So am I," he murmurs, ducking his head to press another kiss to Spencer's throat as he pushes his shirt up further. He can feel Spencer's skin against his now and a little shiver licks its way up his spine, goosebumps chasing across his shoulders. "It's nice to just be here with you." It's not just that, it's not just getting a chance to touch and kiss Spencer because he does that every day and as much as Joel loves it -- and he does, he'll never take that for granted either -- this is different somehow. He's never thought of himself as a particularly busy person, but lately they've both had a lot on their plates and it's nice to just have the chance to lie here with Spencer.
He shifts on the couch, pushing Spencer's shirt up as far as he can without having to make Spencer raise his arms and he leans in again, pressing a slow kiss against Spencer's mouth, his lips parting and his tongue flicking out gently. A soft sigh escapes him and Joel knows he could spend all night doing just this. Just kissing Spencer, lying stretched out on top of him and Joel huffs out a soft laugh a moment later, adjusting his weight on top of Spencer as a shiver goes through him. The air in the living room is warm, but he can still feel a bit of a chill from having been outside and he's suddenly very aware of the fact that his shirt had been discarded on the floor.
"Tell me if I'm crushing you," he says, laughing as he presses kisses against Spencer's chin. He pushes the material of his shirt up a little further, ducking his head to press his mouth against Spencer's chest, a warm kiss that he follows with the tip of his tongue. The chances of him actually crushing Spencer are fairly slim, but he knows he outweighs his husband by more than just a little and he doesn't often think about putting his weight on Spencer; just does so without a thought because he loves so much the feeling of Spencer's weight on top of him. "Tell me if you can't feel your toes," he murmurs, still laughing as he lips brush over Spencer's nipple and he knows he's going to be terribly embarrassed if his parents or Raleigh suddenly come home and find them like this, but he also can't bring himself to stop. Not now, not when he can lazily roll his hips, rubbing himself against Spencer's thigh, not when he can taste his husband's skin under his lips and tongue. Not when he can hear every gentle hitch of his breath.
"I love you," he says, more of a sigh then anything as he rubs his cheek gently against Spencer's chest. "So much." It might have scared him at one point, knowing he was capable of this much, knowing he could feel this strongly, but it doesn't scare him now. It's perfect, it's right, it's exactly where they both should be, he trusts that with every last part of him.
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"So am I," he murmurs, ducking his head to press another kiss to Spencer's throat as he pushes his shirt up further. He can feel Spencer's skin against his now and a little shiver licks its way up his spine, goosebumps chasing across his shoulders. "It's nice to just be here with you." It's not just that, it's not just getting a chance to touch and kiss Spencer because he does that every day and as much as Joel loves it -- and he does, he'll never take that for granted either -- this is different somehow. He's never thought of himself as a particularly busy person, but lately they've both had a lot on their plates and it's nice to just have the chance to lie here with Spencer.
He shifts on the couch, pushing Spencer's shirt up as far as he can without having to make Spencer raise his arms and he leans in again, pressing a slow kiss against Spencer's mouth, his lips parting and his tongue flicking out gently. A soft sigh escapes him and Joel knows he could spend all night doing just this. Just kissing Spencer, lying stretched out on top of him and Joel huffs out a soft laugh a moment later, adjusting his weight on top of Spencer as a shiver goes through him. The air in the living room is warm, but he can still feel a bit of a chill from having been outside and he's suddenly very aware of the fact that his shirt had been discarded on the floor.
"Tell me if I'm crushing you," he says, laughing as he presses kisses against Spencer's chin. He pushes the material of his shirt up a little further, ducking his head to press his mouth against Spencer's chest, a warm kiss that he follows with the tip of his tongue. The chances of him actually crushing Spencer are fairly slim, but he knows he outweighs his husband by more than just a little and he doesn't often think about putting his weight on Spencer; just does so without a thought because he loves so much the feeling of Spencer's weight on top of him. "Tell me if you can't feel your toes," he murmurs, still laughing as he lips brush over Spencer's nipple and he knows he's going to be terribly embarrassed if his parents or Raleigh suddenly come home and find them like this, but he also can't bring himself to stop. Not now, not when he can lazily roll his hips, rubbing himself against Spencer's thigh, not when he can taste his husband's skin under his lips and tongue. Not when he can hear every gentle hitch of his breath.
"I love you," he says, more of a sigh then anything as he rubs his cheek gently against Spencer's chest. "So much." It might have scared him at one point, knowing he was capable of this much, knowing he could feel this strongly, but it doesn't scare him now. It's perfect, it's right, it's exactly where they both should be, he trusts that with every last part of him.