The groan Joel gives rumbles deep in his chest before vibrating across Spencer's skin and he looks up when his hair is tugged, grinning as he rubs his chin against the skin just above Spencer's belt, tickling him with his beard. There's a light in his eyes, playful, excited, and as much as he just wants to lie here on the couch and take his time with Spencer, licking and sucking, and doing everything in his power to make his husband feel incredible with just his mouth, he knows what Spencer is saying. They can move forward a little, they can start to fix the things that have been done, they can write over the bad memories and he can only nod his agreement at first because just the thought that Spencer trusts him enough to go into the library with him and make something new out of it is overwhelming. He hasn't wanted to push Spencer, he hasn't wanted to make him do anything he's not comfortable with, but he knows when they have a child, there's going to be nothing keeping a toddle from running into that room, he knows they'll both have to follow him or her inside, they'll both have to be able to face it.
And he wants to help Spencer do that. He wants this to be something they do together and he rubs his cheek against Spencer's palm, a gentle smile curving his lips. "No problems with that," he murmurs. "Anywhere you want. Maybe up on the second level right where we got drunk that first night. Right in the place I first thought about pushing you up against the shelves and kissing you." Given how much they've done together since then, his thoughts that night had been relatively innocent in comparison, but he likes the idea of taking Spencer right back to that place and lying him down on the floor where they'd been sitting, the first place where Joel had thought how nice it would be just to kiss him.
As much as he wants to skip right to that part of the evening, which he's sure Spencer can tell by the way Joel rubs himself against his leg, his growing erection very apparent, he wants this, too. He wants to lie here and undress Spencer slowly and he thinks, if no one comes home in the time, they can make the dash to the library half-dressed as they are. The thought makes him smile as he undoes the button and zipper on Spencer's pants, tugging them down just enough that he can reach into his briefs and wrap his fingers around Spencer's cock and any plans completely disappear from his mind the second he has his husband in his hand.
His husband. Sometimes it still comes as such a surprise that he can apply this term to Spencer. That they've gone from being near strangers to married in such a short span of time. He's easily the luckiest person in the world, he thinks, to have found Spencer. To have not only found him, but to have him return his feelings so completely.
"God, I am so lucky," he murmurs, gently tugging Spencer's cock free from his briefs as he ducks his head at the same time, dragging his tongue up the length of Spencer's erection. "I am so, so lucky. I'll do anything you want, Spencer. Anything." And he means it, which he knows Spencer has to know. He's never meant anything more as he means that promise and every single other one he's made to Spencer over the past several months. He'll spend the rest of his life following through on every vow he's made, every promise he's uttered, and he'll love every second of it.
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And he wants to help Spencer do that. He wants this to be something they do together and he rubs his cheek against Spencer's palm, a gentle smile curving his lips. "No problems with that," he murmurs. "Anywhere you want. Maybe up on the second level right where we got drunk that first night. Right in the place I first thought about pushing you up against the shelves and kissing you." Given how much they've done together since then, his thoughts that night had been relatively innocent in comparison, but he likes the idea of taking Spencer right back to that place and lying him down on the floor where they'd been sitting, the first place where Joel had thought how nice it would be just to kiss him.
As much as he wants to skip right to that part of the evening, which he's sure Spencer can tell by the way Joel rubs himself against his leg, his growing erection very apparent, he wants this, too. He wants to lie here and undress Spencer slowly and he thinks, if no one comes home in the time, they can make the dash to the library half-dressed as they are. The thought makes him smile as he undoes the button and zipper on Spencer's pants, tugging them down just enough that he can reach into his briefs and wrap his fingers around Spencer's cock and any plans completely disappear from his mind the second he has his husband in his hand.
His husband. Sometimes it still comes as such a surprise that he can apply this term to Spencer. That they've gone from being near strangers to married in such a short span of time. He's easily the luckiest person in the world, he thinks, to have found Spencer. To have not only found him, but to have him return his feelings so completely.
"God, I am so lucky," he murmurs, gently tugging Spencer's cock free from his briefs as he ducks his head at the same time, dragging his tongue up the length of Spencer's erection. "I am so, so lucky. I'll do anything you want, Spencer. Anything." And he means it, which he knows Spencer has to know. He's never meant anything more as he means that promise and every single other one he's made to Spencer over the past several months. He'll spend the rest of his life following through on every vow he's made, every promise he's uttered, and he'll love every second of it.