If all Spencer wanted to do was this, kiss Joel's chest, hold onto him through his jeans, that would be more than enough to make him feel good. He's already forgotten about his broken hand, his aching ribs, all his focus narrowed down to this point of contact where it's just Spencer. It's Spencer all the time, the only thing Joel ever wants to focus on and he lets out a soft gasp, a shudder running through him when he feels Spencer's hand on him. He needs to be careful, he knows that, he can't forget that he's injured or he's just going to make the recovery time worse, just make it last longer, but somehow he can't bring himself to care right now. Not when his husband is undoing his jeans, not when he can feel Spencer's fingers tracing along the edge of his briefs and he's so close already, so close to really touching him that all Joel can do is drop his head to the bed and let out another low moan as he stares up at the ceiling.
He knows Spencer is looking up at him, smiling at him, and he tilts his head to the side, enough that he can look down the length of his body and see Spencer there. And he can't help but smile back, even as he feels little sparks of electricity going off under his skin, little points of light wherever Spencer is touching him. He can't help but smile back because Spencer is so gorgeous and so happy and so undeniably his that Joel feels a little bit like he's been drugged. It isn't surprising to him anymore, it's not that he sits around every day and wonders why Spencer chose him. It doesn't matter in the end. Spencer did choose him and although Joel doesn't know if he'll ever truly understand why someone as amazing as Spencer wants to be with him, he trusts that he does. He trusts the decisions they've made to be together and while he's still certain he'll never quite be the man Spencer deserves, he never doubts his husband's love. And he'll keep trying to be that man for him, he'll keep trying every single day.
"You always make me feel good," he breathes and he wants Spencer to know it's true. "You just... you can just look at me and I... god, Spencer." He lifts his hips as best he can, using his good hand to brace himself against the bed so Spencer can tug his jeans down and it feels wrong to be almost completely naked when Spencer is still dressed, but he can't get himself close enough to get Spencer's clothes off. Not yet, anyway. He thinks if he whines enough from his position on the bed that Spencer will undress for him, but right now he can barely catch his breath, let alone think of something to say. He was barely able to finish his sentence, barely able to tell Spencer just how much he wants him all the time.
But it's the truth. They'll be in the store together and even now, after getting married, with a baby on the way, sometimes all Joel can think about is what it feels like to have Spencer's hands on him. He thinks about how easy it would be to just lock the door and strip down again, making very good use of the couch, though with Charlotte living upstairs, there's a much better chance of getting caught than there used to be and given that they've already done that to her once, Joel tries not to risk it again. But sometimes it's all he can think about, sometimes he gets so distracted when he's supposed to be working by just the thought of Spencer's fingers slipping under his shirt that he finds himself unable to move or think or do anything.
"You always make me feel good," he says again, distracted by Spencer's hands and his own thoughts. "Always, Spencer, you always... always..." He's babbling more than anything, talking just for the sake of it, his eyes closed again, his head back against the bed.
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He knows Spencer is looking up at him, smiling at him, and he tilts his head to the side, enough that he can look down the length of his body and see Spencer there. And he can't help but smile back, even as he feels little sparks of electricity going off under his skin, little points of light wherever Spencer is touching him. He can't help but smile back because Spencer is so gorgeous and so happy and so undeniably his that Joel feels a little bit like he's been drugged. It isn't surprising to him anymore, it's not that he sits around every day and wonders why Spencer chose him. It doesn't matter in the end. Spencer did choose him and although Joel doesn't know if he'll ever truly understand why someone as amazing as Spencer wants to be with him, he trusts that he does. He trusts the decisions they've made to be together and while he's still certain he'll never quite be the man Spencer deserves, he never doubts his husband's love. And he'll keep trying to be that man for him, he'll keep trying every single day.
"You always make me feel good," he breathes and he wants Spencer to know it's true. "You just... you can just look at me and I... god, Spencer." He lifts his hips as best he can, using his good hand to brace himself against the bed so Spencer can tug his jeans down and it feels wrong to be almost completely naked when Spencer is still dressed, but he can't get himself close enough to get Spencer's clothes off. Not yet, anyway. He thinks if he whines enough from his position on the bed that Spencer will undress for him, but right now he can barely catch his breath, let alone think of something to say. He was barely able to finish his sentence, barely able to tell Spencer just how much he wants him all the time.
But it's the truth. They'll be in the store together and even now, after getting married, with a baby on the way, sometimes all Joel can think about is what it feels like to have Spencer's hands on him. He thinks about how easy it would be to just lock the door and strip down again, making very good use of the couch, though with Charlotte living upstairs, there's a much better chance of getting caught than there used to be and given that they've already done that to her once, Joel tries not to risk it again. But sometimes it's all he can think about, sometimes he gets so distracted when he's supposed to be working by just the thought of Spencer's fingers slipping under his shirt that he finds himself unable to move or think or do anything.
"You always make me feel good," he says again, distracted by Spencer's hands and his own thoughts. "Always, Spencer, you always... always..." He's babbling more than anything, talking just for the sake of it, his eyes closed again, his head back against the bed.