He's still breathing heavily, though the shallow pants are slowing into something more regular, and he rests his head against the uneven row of books behind him with a gratified smile. Spencer stretches his legs out and rests his free hand on Joel's thigh, crossing them at his ankles and lazily letting himself slouch down the shelf until he's comfortably leaning against his husband's side. The floor is cold, it makes him shiver, but the rest of him is still warm from the flush that had spread over his body from having Joel inside him, moving so expertly, loving him.
The voices barely even register with him at first because he's still so lost in a post-orgasmic haze that oftens just puts hims to sleep when they're in their own bed; but then Joel's hiding his face in Spencer's shoulder, and Spencer realizes that they're far, far too close to being caught. For all the times they've gotten so caught up in each other to care about anyone else, they've only been walked in on the one time, by Charlotte, and Spencer supposes--quite resignedly--that it would only be appropriate for Joel's parents to be the next ones to find them in a compromising position. It's very much the last things, he'd rather have Charlotte catch them having sex a thousand times over than have his in-laws find a scene like this, but he can't help but bite down hard on his lip to suppress a laugh when he feels Joel's shoulders shaking next to him.
"Oh, god," he whispers, the start of a snort escaping him before he claps a hand over his mouth, shaking his head hard enough for his hair to whip back and forth. He can hear Huxley trotting along, imagines that their puppy is probably leaping from the ground for Ellie and Brian's attention right about now, and the blush that creeps across his cheeks at the mention of how many times Joel's parents had gone to bed makes him feel like he's coming awfully close to dying of embarrassment. He looks to Joel, jaw dropped in horrified shock but eyes sparkling with amusement, until Brian speaks again. The mock horror fades from his expression, and he doesn't know what to do with the things he's hearing.
Ellie and Brian like him, Spencer has been comfortable with that as fact since the day they'd all met, but to know that this is how they feel about him fills him with overhwelming gratitude that they had trusted him so easily with their son. He knows that Ellie had had her reservations at first, no matter what the cause, but she and Brian both have welcomed him into their family with open arms and Spencer has only admitted to Joel that the first day they'd had them at the house, Spencer had gone into the bathroom just to cry with relief. It's not as if he'd expected them to lecture them, treat them like they'd made a horrible decision by getting married, make them feel horribly guilty for not inviting them; but he hadn't known what to expect so when Brian had announced how pleased he was to have "two gay sons," Spencer had laughed so hard that he'd been sure he'd pull something.
It had been after dinner that he'd had to excuse himself because sitting at that dining room table, the one he'd eaten at with his own mother and brother for twenty-one years, had hit him so suddenly that it had overwhelmed him. Two years has felt like two lifetimes without a family to call his own and when he'd married Joel, he'd all but overlooked the fact that he was going to be adopted into another.
"Spencer's a good man," Ellie is saying, her voice softening, and Spencer is sure that he'll never be able to speak again because his chest is swelling with emotion and his heart feels like it's beating in his throat. "And he's good for Joel. All this time, I've been hoping that Joel would find the right girl, and he's had the right man in front of him all along."
Spencer squeezes his husband's thigh gently, pressing a kiss to Joel's temple and whispering, "I love you so much" in his husband's ear. He'll do anything to keep Joel happy, to make sure that he lives up to everything Brian and Ellie think him to be, and it's a promise he'll make gladly. It's easy with Joel. It's easy to want to be a better man, to be the best man, because his husband deserves no less. His husband deserves the world.
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The voices barely even register with him at first because he's still so lost in a post-orgasmic haze that oftens just puts hims to sleep when they're in their own bed; but then Joel's hiding his face in Spencer's shoulder, and Spencer realizes that they're far, far too close to being caught. For all the times they've gotten so caught up in each other to care about anyone else, they've only been walked in on the one time, by Charlotte, and Spencer supposes--quite resignedly--that it would only be appropriate for Joel's parents to be the next ones to find them in a compromising position. It's very much the last things, he'd rather have Charlotte catch them having sex a thousand times over than have his in-laws find a scene like this, but he can't help but bite down hard on his lip to suppress a laugh when he feels Joel's shoulders shaking next to him.
"Oh, god," he whispers, the start of a snort escaping him before he claps a hand over his mouth, shaking his head hard enough for his hair to whip back and forth. He can hear Huxley trotting along, imagines that their puppy is probably leaping from the ground for Ellie and Brian's attention right about now, and the blush that creeps across his cheeks at the mention of how many times Joel's parents had gone to bed makes him feel like he's coming awfully close to dying of embarrassment. He looks to Joel, jaw dropped in horrified shock but eyes sparkling with amusement, until Brian speaks again. The mock horror fades from his expression, and he doesn't know what to do with the things he's hearing.
Ellie and Brian like him, Spencer has been comfortable with that as fact since the day they'd all met, but to know that this is how they feel about him fills him with overhwelming gratitude that they had trusted him so easily with their son. He knows that Ellie had had her reservations at first, no matter what the cause, but she and Brian both have welcomed him into their family with open arms and Spencer has only admitted to Joel that the first day they'd had them at the house, Spencer had gone into the bathroom just to cry with relief. It's not as if he'd expected them to lecture them, treat them like they'd made a horrible decision by getting married, make them feel horribly guilty for not inviting them; but he hadn't known what to expect so when Brian had announced how pleased he was to have "two gay sons," Spencer had laughed so hard that he'd been sure he'd pull something.
It had been after dinner that he'd had to excuse himself because sitting at that dining room table, the one he'd eaten at with his own mother and brother for twenty-one years, had hit him so suddenly that it had overwhelmed him. Two years has felt like two lifetimes without a family to call his own and when he'd married Joel, he'd all but overlooked the fact that he was going to be adopted into another.
"Spencer's a good man," Ellie is saying, her voice softening, and Spencer is sure that he'll never be able to speak again because his chest is swelling with emotion and his heart feels like it's beating in his throat. "And he's good for Joel. All this time, I've been hoping that Joel would find the right girl, and he's had the right man in front of him all along."
Spencer squeezes his husband's thigh gently, pressing a kiss to Joel's temple and whispering, "I love you so much" in his husband's ear. He'll do anything to keep Joel happy, to make sure that he lives up to everything Brian and Ellie think him to be, and it's a promise he'll make gladly. It's easy with Joel. It's easy to want to be a better man, to be the best man, because his husband deserves no less. His husband deserves the world.