Even after all these months, Joel has no idea how Spencer does it. In this position, his lips pressed against Spencer's cock, prepared to take him into his mouth, all he has to do is say a few choice words and Joel feels all of his self control just melting away. The memory of the things they had done on that couch in the bookstore swell up inside him and he can't help the way he grinds his hips down against Spencer, needing some kind of friction against his aching cock, even if it's still through far too many layers. They're such good memories, the kind that Joel finds himself thinking about when he's alone, when he's in the store by himself because Spencer has gone out to get them coffee or lunch, and when Spencer returns, they usually find themselves taking a long lunch simply because Joel has spent the last twenty minutes remembering what it was like to drag his tongue down the length of Spencer's spine before using it to sink inside of him. It's hard to do anything else, to think of anything else when he's spent so long imagining Spencer naked and spread on on the couch for him again.
His lips part and he takes Spencer into his mouth despite the sudden urge he has to just get up and strip them both down before dragging Spencer to the library. He needs to feel Spencer in his mouth, at least for a few moments, and another low groan escapes him at that familiar weight of Spencer's cock, the taste of him that Joel has loved from the very first moment. Whenever anyone else had done this for him -- the very few times it had happened -- he'd always gotten the impression it was something they had done out of obligation more than enjoyment and so the first time he'd taken Spencer in his mouth he hadn't been sure what to expect. But he'd loved it from the start. He'd loved knowing what he was doing to Spencer, how intimate an act, that he was making him feel good with just his mouth and his tongue. He loves the feeling of it, he loves when Spencer's hips lift, pressing himself deeper into Joel's mouth and his fingers dig into Spencer's hip, holding onto him, anchoring himself because if he doesn't, if he doesn't find some kind of control, he's just going to end up losing it all within moments and he very much wants to take Spencer into the library yet.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it," he manages to say a moment later, pulling back long enough to speak, his voice low and hoarse with desire. "I'll make sure you do." He knows they both will. He's never once been disappointed with anything he and Spencer do together, even when he's tired, even when he comes home from working on the bakery all day and he thinks all he wants to do is fall into bed and sleep, Spencer can just look at him in the right way and Joel suddenly finds a reserve of energy he didn't even know he had. It isn't just about sex, it's about knowing there's no one else in the world who understands him the way Spencer does, there's no one else who looks at him and make him aware of just how loved he is, how important this one person finds him to be. The rest of the world doesn't even mater when Spencer looks at him like that and Joel knows that's never going to fade.
He swirls his tongue around Spencer's cock once more with a satisfied sounding groan before he pulls back a little and smiles at his husband. "Come on," he says and he doesn't want to get up, he wants to lie right here in front of the warmth of the fire with Spencer's body under him, but the appeal of the library is just too strong. Especially since he knows exactly what they're doing, that they'll be trying to overwrite the bad memories, and Joel knows Spencer loves him, but it feels important to be the one Spencer trusts with this. He's the one Spencer is allowing to help him and it's a task Joel takes very seriously.
Shifting back, he rising onto his hands and knees, presses a kiss to the centre of Spencer's chest and then pushes away. He holds his hand out toward Spencer, scooping their shirts off the floor with the other just to make sure they're not leaving behind any evidence in case his parents or Raleigh come home while they're busy in the library. Huxley is still asleep in front of the fire and Joel thinks they can count in him to stay there for long enough, and so he gets to his feet, his legs a little shaky, then takes Spencer's hand in his own. "Let's go before we end up getting caught."
But nothing could interrupt him now. Even if his parents were to walk in at this very moment, Joel thinks all he would do is flush bright red before dragging a shirtless Spencer behind him into the library regardless with a muttered request that they be left alone for a little while.
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His lips part and he takes Spencer into his mouth despite the sudden urge he has to just get up and strip them both down before dragging Spencer to the library. He needs to feel Spencer in his mouth, at least for a few moments, and another low groan escapes him at that familiar weight of Spencer's cock, the taste of him that Joel has loved from the very first moment. Whenever anyone else had done this for him -- the very few times it had happened -- he'd always gotten the impression it was something they had done out of obligation more than enjoyment and so the first time he'd taken Spencer in his mouth he hadn't been sure what to expect. But he'd loved it from the start. He'd loved knowing what he was doing to Spencer, how intimate an act, that he was making him feel good with just his mouth and his tongue. He loves the feeling of it, he loves when Spencer's hips lift, pressing himself deeper into Joel's mouth and his fingers dig into Spencer's hip, holding onto him, anchoring himself because if he doesn't, if he doesn't find some kind of control, he's just going to end up losing it all within moments and he very much wants to take Spencer into the library yet.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it," he manages to say a moment later, pulling back long enough to speak, his voice low and hoarse with desire. "I'll make sure you do." He knows they both will. He's never once been disappointed with anything he and Spencer do together, even when he's tired, even when he comes home from working on the bakery all day and he thinks all he wants to do is fall into bed and sleep, Spencer can just look at him in the right way and Joel suddenly finds a reserve of energy he didn't even know he had. It isn't just about sex, it's about knowing there's no one else in the world who understands him the way Spencer does, there's no one else who looks at him and make him aware of just how loved he is, how important this one person finds him to be. The rest of the world doesn't even mater when Spencer looks at him like that and Joel knows that's never going to fade.
He swirls his tongue around Spencer's cock once more with a satisfied sounding groan before he pulls back a little and smiles at his husband. "Come on," he says and he doesn't want to get up, he wants to lie right here in front of the warmth of the fire with Spencer's body under him, but the appeal of the library is just too strong. Especially since he knows exactly what they're doing, that they'll be trying to overwrite the bad memories, and Joel knows Spencer loves him, but it feels important to be the one Spencer trusts with this. He's the one Spencer is allowing to help him and it's a task Joel takes very seriously.
Shifting back, he rising onto his hands and knees, presses a kiss to the centre of Spencer's chest and then pushes away. He holds his hand out toward Spencer, scooping their shirts off the floor with the other just to make sure they're not leaving behind any evidence in case his parents or Raleigh come home while they're busy in the library. Huxley is still asleep in front of the fire and Joel thinks they can count in him to stay there for long enough, and so he gets to his feet, his legs a little shaky, then takes Spencer's hand in his own. "Let's go before we end up getting caught."
But nothing could interrupt him now. Even if his parents were to walk in at this very moment, Joel thinks all he would do is flush bright red before dragging a shirtless Spencer behind him into the library regardless with a muttered request that they be left alone for a little while.