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It's a little embarrassing that they had to get Coop to pick up and put up their tree, but neither of them is in any shape to be carrying anything heavy, not quite yet. Joel's ribs feel significantly better, but there's still pain if he moves too quickly or laughs too sharply. His hand is still in a cast. And although Spencer insists he's fine, Joel doesn't want to run the risk of injuring him further and so he'd enlisted Coop to take care of the tree for them.

It's only when Coop offers to help them hang some mistletoe that Joel chases him out of the house with a promise to talk to him tomorrow. He turns back to Spencer with a bit of a sheepish smile, then shrugs, because at least their tree is in the house and in the stand, all without either of them getting injured further. He can just imagine both of them insisting they're fine, trying to get a tree into the house and having such a hard time with it that all the needles end up on the floor before they even get it in the stand.

"At least now we can just spend the night decorating it instead of fighting to get it standing," he says, leaning close to Spencer and wrapping one arm around him. The house smells of pine and Joel inhales deeply, enjoying the smell, enjoying the memories it brings back. It's a little like being back in Shediac when things had still been good and he finds he really can't wait to see his parents next week.

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It gives him a bit of a thrill to realize Spencer is completely in control like this. Joel's hand is on his ass, but his other hand is entirely useless, lying beside him on the bed. He can't wrap his fingers around Spencer's cock to help himself along even if he wanted to, so he's left himself entirely at Spencer's mercy and it excites him to realize this. He had no doubt that Spencer will always be careful with him, that he'll always need to know Joel is okay, and maybe that's why he likes it so much, knowing Spencer has the control, knowing he could do anything he wanted and Joel wouldn't be able to stop him and also knowing he'll only ever do things Joel likes, the things Joel wants him to. They're so in sync, so connected that he can't imagine Spencer ever wanting something that Joel didn't also want. It's been this way right from the beginning, from their first few encounters when Joel had been so unbearably nervous that he thought he might shake apart from just touching Spencer's hand. They had both been preparing for this, building up toward something greater and maybe it had been hard at first, but only because they'd never had it before. This is the first time for the both of them. It's the only time. Joel knows there's no one else in the world for him like Spencer, there's no one else who would ever even hope to come close to what they have.

He groans encouragingly, letting the muscles in his jaw and throat relax, letting Spencer thrust deeper into his mouth. Months ago, he never would have imagined himself being good at this, not because he didn't want to, but because he simply had never had the practice. To be fair, Spencer hadn't had the practice either and yet here they both are, with everything they need to make the other feel good and Joel doesn't doubt for a second that Spencer is enjoying everything he's doing. Or, in this case, not doing, as he can't move too much without hurting himself. This is mostly Spencer, just as he'd been thinking earlier, and it surfaces again, a reminder that Spencer is taking him like this, and Joel shivers deeply in pleasure.

For a moment he wishes he could say something, he wishes he could tell Spencer how much he loves him, how much he loves this, but in order to do that he'd have to stop this and he doesn't want that at all. He wants, more than anything, just to make Spencer feel good and that means not stopping. That means closing his eyes and lifting his head a little and taking Spencer deeper into his mouth, using his tongue against the underside of his cock, doing every last thing he's capable of to make his husband feel incredible. Sometimes he feels a little useless without his hand, given that he can't move too quickly without risk of aggravating his ribs, but not now. It doesn't matter that he's injured, it would never matter, Spencer would never make him feel like he's not as useful or that he's a burden to have around and that in turn just makes Joel all the more determined to just let himself heal properly. If it had been anything else, he knows he'd be pushing himself too hard to prove that he's okay, but Spencer gives him all the time and space and understanding he needs.

A little whimper escapes him, something low and helpless, a sound that he hopes communicates just how much he loves this and how much he loves Spencer. He opens his eyes again, looking up at his husband, his hand moving in time with Spencer's thrusts, still holding onto him. He wants him to come and he wants to be able to see it when it happens. He wants to be able to feel the way Spencer's muscles tighten and he wants to see the expressions that flit across his face, the way his features change, the way he looks when he feels that good. It's one of Joel's favourite things in the world, just one more thing about Spencer he knows he'll never be able to do without now that he knows just how good it can be.

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It wouldn't have taken long to stroke himself to orgasm and frankly, Spencer thinks it's quite a feat that he's lasted this long with Joel's lips and tongue running over the length of his cock. Then again, that's something he thinks a majority of the time that they're having sex, that he can't believe he can keep himself in check with Joel handling him like this for as long as he does because everything his husband does when they're in bed together seems to surpass eroticism. His husband is, hands down, the sexiest man he's ever laid eyes on, there's a reason that Spencer had never been attracted enough to anyone to want to pursue any sort of physical relationship before Joel. What he'd felt when they'd been sitting close enough to each other in the library downstairs, fingers very nearly brushing, had been so foreign, and Spencer hadn't been sure what to do with it.

The days and weeks that had followed had ambushed him with a series of escalating fantasies--Joel cupping his cheek and leaning in for a soft kiss, Joel guiding him until his back hits the wall and threading his fingers through Spencer's hair as he leaves marks on his neck, Joel naked and lowering him onto this very bed to fuck him senseless even though he hadn't even known what it meant to be touched that way yet--but somehow, none of that had made him want to shy away from Joel's company. Even then, before he'd been able to come to terms with what he'd been feeling and allow himself to believe that Joel could feel the same way, he'd preferred to at least see Joel, be around him, than to stay away. He can't fathom it now, spending more than a few hours a day away from this man. They can't be together every second, that's a ridiculous notion, but Spencer's night wouldn't be complete without Joel by his side. His heart wouldn't be whole without Joel there.

At his husband's whimper, Spencer feels that distinct heat rising in his belly, the one that tells him that he's too close now, and he groans as he glides his hand as far down Joel's chest as he can, fingers digging gently into his skin because even in the throes of pleasure, Spencer is still very aware of his husband's comfort, of his physical limits. There's nothing in the world, no amount of pleasure, that would be worth hurting Joel in any way and when Joel opens his eyes to look up at him, Spencer swears he feels his heart skip. Joel's eyes are so beautiful, caught between hazel and honey, and Spencer could get lost in them for hours if given the opportunity. He's so in love, he's dizzy with it, and with their eyes locked, Spencer rolls his hips for one more effective and deep thrust before he feels himself let go. "I'm coming," he gasps, a last-minute warming before Joel is swallowing him down, and Spencer can't imagine anything more incredible than watching his husband take him like this.

By the time he's finished, he's still half-hard and weakly thrusting into his husband's mouth, trying to ride out his orgasm without collapsing onto his husband, and it's with a mild hiss of distress that he slowly pulls out. He falls onto his back with a grunt, cock still incredibly sensitive, and it sends a shiver up his spine as he gropes for Joel's good hand before rolling over onto his side to press a kiss to his husband's shoulder. "You're incredible," he murmurs, inching closer to cup Joel's cheek before letting their lips meet, swirling his tongue around his husband's so he can taste himself, so they can taste each other, and he's quite sure that there couldn't possibly be anything more intimate than what they share together. "You're incredible, and you're mine. God, you're mine." There's no figuring out how this has become his life, but Spencer doesn't care, he's stopped trying. They belong with each other always, plain and simple, and there's nothing that could ever change that.

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Joel groans again when he feels the ways Spencer's muscles tighten, the warmth of him suddenly flooding his mouth and he never imagined he'd love this as much as he does, but, as with everything, it's all Spencer. There's nothing in the world they could do together that he wouldn't absolutely love and he moans again, his eyes slipping closed for just a moment as he feels Spencer still slowly thrusting into his mouth. When he pulls back, Joel makes a soft sound of displeasure, then opens his eyes again to look over at Spencer beside him on the bed. He's a lucky man, he knows that, and he also knows he's never going to forget it. It would be impossible to feel anything other than lucky when all he does it turn over in bed and find himself face to face with the most incredible person he's ever met. They're together and they trust each other and he honestly doesn't see any situation that would change what they feel. This is it for Joel, for the rest of his life, this is it, and he's sure Spencer feels the same way. This is where they both belong.

He hums contentedly when Spencer kisses him, wishing his other hand was feeling better, wishing he could raise it and bury his fingers in Spencer's hair and pull him closer, but he knows he'll have to settle for this. And it's really not settling, not by any means. Whenever they're together, Joel feels better than he ever has before. Even if he can't be as active a participant as he'd like because of his injuries, he still feels better and safer and happier here than he does anywhere else. He presses another kiss to Spencer's mouth, then pulls back a little, dropping his head onto the pillow and smiles over at his husband. Their tree is still only half-decorated downstairs, but Joel is more than happy to have come upstairs to spend this time with Spencer instead. They can finish the tree tomorrow, provided they don't get distracted again.

"You're incredible," he answers with a soft laugh and he's never going to get sick of hearing that or saying it. This is the sort of thing he gets to say to Spencer every day for the rest of his life and the very thought makes him smile. He's going to wake up tomorrow and tell Spencer he's incredible. And the day after that and the day after that for the rest of his life. This is exactly what he'd never imagined he wanted. For so long being alone had seemed preferable to being close to anyone, but Spencer had proved him wrong within moments. It shouldn't have been so easy, Joel's sure that nothing is supposed to be this easy, but it had been. He'd known almost from the start.

"This is going to be such a great Christmas," he murmurs, squeezing Spencer's hand gently. He already has some of his gifts picked out, but only Spencer's. He's never been great at picking gifts for other people, he's always been the person to overthink it and worry himself to a point where he ends up putting the gift buying off until it's far too late. With Spencer it's been easy and he knows exactly what he's going to do, but when it comes to everyone else, he's going to need Spencer's help. He's sure the two of them together can come up with something great and he's really looking forward to being able to spend a Christmas like the one he knows they have coming up. He smiles sleepily and tilts his head, pressing a kiss against Spencer's chin. "A really great Christmas."