"It is your birthday, I'm fairly certain that means you're allowed to make up whatever rules you like. But only until midnight," Joel warns with a small, teasing smile before he reaches down and hooks the fingers of both his hands in the hem of his shirt. It's a bit of work, getting it off, the thin material stuck to his damp skin in a number of places, and especially since he doesn't want to move from his position under Spencer, but he gets there. Several moments later he tosses it toward the little door they'd come in through and hopes that anyone who might have a mind to come over and investigate the giant bouncy castle will take that as a sign that they shouldn't come too far inside unless they want an eyeful of something they might not have expected. It's not sock on the doorknob, but it will have to do.

Not that he really expects them to have any visitors. Anyone who knows them well enough knows what today is and he thinks they'll be left alone as a result. Strangers won't come over simply because they don't and Joel has every intention of using this likely state of privacy for anything and everything Spencer wants. This is his day and he's free to do with it what he will. Joel will be there no matter what he needs, but he truly wants nothing more than for Spencer to do exactly what he wants today.

"Jesus," he breathes with a laugh as he lowers himself back down to the floor of the castle. The material feels strange against his skin, cool and a little slippery, and he shivers even as he reaches for Spencer again, tucking the fingers of one hand into his belt and tugging him closer again. He wants their bodies pressed together, he wants to feel Spencer against his warm skin, he wants to feel like the air is heavy and pressing down on the both of them, keeping them together.

"I also think as the provider of this bouncy castle, I also get to make rules," he decides, sliding his hand back under Spencer's shirt, his fingers spreading against his skin and fingers kneading lightly into the muscles of his lower back. "Which means I think you ought to take your shirt off as well. So that we're on even ground, of course."

Not that they ever really need to be. There's been plenty of times when he's been fully dressed and Spencer has been completely naked, a feeling he's actually come to love. There's a strange sense of power in it, something he'd never abuse, of course, but something he loves all the same. It feels a little daring in ways he can't explain.