"These are good rules," Spencer breathes, huffing a soft, shallow laugh as he fumbles to unbutton his own shirt, all the while trying not to simply collapse in a boneless heap at the feel of his husband's fingers kneading into his back. It's a difficult task, though Spencer is always willing to go to great lengths when it comes to an endgame of having his husband inside him, and even though it takes him a few minutes, between the pausing to moan and kiss and moan yet again, he eventually manages to shrug it off his shoulders and throw it in the general direction Joel had tossed his own. Spencer has no idea where it actually lands, but it doesn't matter to him, not in the slightest. What he cares about right now if feeling his husband's bare chest against his, and he maneuvers their bodies so that he's straddling Joel's waist, elbows on either side of Joel's head.
He can feel Joel's erection straining, brushing against his own through the fabric of their pants, and Spencer wants nothing more than to rid them both of the frustrating barriers between them as quickly as possible but on the other hand, there's always been something appealing about taking their time. He rolls his hips slowly, grinding their cocks together as his lips part and his eyes flutter shut. "Joel," he murmurs, hoping that just speaking his husband's name is all he needs right now to convey just how much he loves him. There's never a moment of doubt between them, there couldn't be with how strong their connection has been from the start and the column of energy that follows them everywhere they go. The thread will never break, they've made promises to each other--vows--that Spencer isn't just confident won't fall apart but knows with absolutely certainty that they won't.
There's only one person in this world he'd allow to touch him like this, to exchange rings with, to actually celebrate a birthday with for the first time in years, and that will never change. This time last year, he would never have guessed that his thirtieth birthday would be spent making love to his husband in a bouncy castle but then again, Joel has never failed to pleasantly surprise him. Next month will bring another day of quiet celebration, and Spencer knows that he's not very good with baking cakes or cooking meals but that's hardly going to stop him from giving Joel what he deserves for his special day--that is, the absolute best that Spencer can offer. Every single day, Spencer tries to be the best husband he can be, and he thinks that for the most part, he's done a fairly good job. For two people who'd never thought they'd get married, they've done quite well for themselves.
The canvas of the castle is harsh on his elbows, and Spencer suspects that spending much more of his time in this position will lead to the kind of scraping and rashing that can't very easily be explained away, but he can't find it in himself to care. Later on in the evening, when they're holding each other close after sharing some whiskey as they watch the sun go down with Huxley and Balto at their feet--because this is what Spencer wants and after all, he has until midnight to do what he wants--a bit of redness on his elbows isn't going to matter because he's with the one he loves most in this world. The rest of his life will be dedicated to making sure his husband and their children know exactly how much he loves them as often as he can because Spencer already knows what it's like to live without a family.
He knows what it's like not to be able to hear his father say he's proud or his brother talk to him about his day or his mother tell him she loves him. Spencer knows these things and wishes so desperately that he didn't but more than that now, he hopes that it will be a long, long while before the family he's rebuilt understands that kind of pain. The man beneath him has given Spencer every reason to believe in the chance for a happy life again, and they've succeeded in so many ways already even before the baby has arrived that Spencer sometimes finds his head spinning to think that things are only going to get better for them.
"God," he groans, shifting his weight onto one elbow so he can bring a hand down to palm at Joel's length. "I don't know that we'll ever be on even ground, you have far too great an effect on me. One smile, and you know I'm at your beck and call."
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He can feel Joel's erection straining, brushing against his own through the fabric of their pants, and Spencer wants nothing more than to rid them both of the frustrating barriers between them as quickly as possible but on the other hand, there's always been something appealing about taking their time. He rolls his hips slowly, grinding their cocks together as his lips part and his eyes flutter shut. "Joel," he murmurs, hoping that just speaking his husband's name is all he needs right now to convey just how much he loves him. There's never a moment of doubt between them, there couldn't be with how strong their connection has been from the start and the column of energy that follows them everywhere they go. The thread will never break, they've made promises to each other--vows--that Spencer isn't just confident won't fall apart but knows with absolutely certainty that they won't.
There's only one person in this world he'd allow to touch him like this, to exchange rings with, to actually celebrate a birthday with for the first time in years, and that will never change. This time last year, he would never have guessed that his thirtieth birthday would be spent making love to his husband in a bouncy castle but then again, Joel has never failed to pleasantly surprise him. Next month will bring another day of quiet celebration, and Spencer knows that he's not very good with baking cakes or cooking meals but that's hardly going to stop him from giving Joel what he deserves for his special day--that is, the absolute best that Spencer can offer. Every single day, Spencer tries to be the best husband he can be, and he thinks that for the most part, he's done a fairly good job. For two people who'd never thought they'd get married, they've done quite well for themselves.
The canvas of the castle is harsh on his elbows, and Spencer suspects that spending much more of his time in this position will lead to the kind of scraping and rashing that can't very easily be explained away, but he can't find it in himself to care. Later on in the evening, when they're holding each other close after sharing some whiskey as they watch the sun go down with Huxley and Balto at their feet--because this is what Spencer wants and after all, he has until midnight to do what he wants--a bit of redness on his elbows isn't going to matter because he's with the one he loves most in this world. The rest of his life will be dedicated to making sure his husband and their children know exactly how much he loves them as often as he can because Spencer already knows what it's like to live without a family.
He knows what it's like not to be able to hear his father say he's proud or his brother talk to him about his day or his mother tell him she loves him. Spencer knows these things and wishes so desperately that he didn't but more than that now, he hopes that it will be a long, long while before the family he's rebuilt understands that kind of pain. The man beneath him has given Spencer every reason to believe in the chance for a happy life again, and they've succeeded in so many ways already even before the baby has arrived that Spencer sometimes finds his head spinning to think that things are only going to get better for them.
"God," he groans, shifting his weight onto one elbow so he can bring a hand down to palm at Joel's length. "I don't know that we'll ever be on even ground, you have far too great an effect on me. One smile, and you know I'm at your beck and call."