It's more out of habit than anything that he lets his legs lock around Joel's waist, rocking against his husband's hips because he knows exactly what Joel is doing, and Spencer could never deny that he loves it. It's been almost a year since they'd met, almost a year since they'd decided together in the back room of the bookstore that they were both ready to take their relationship to a level neither of them had reached in a long, long time, but Spencer is attracted to Joel now as he had been that first time they'd made love. That will never change, he feels that deep within him because he'd always thought that attraction was merely something people felt on the surface, a chemical reaction that would mean little in the long run for an emotional connection. He'd heard stories of people who'd ended their relationships because the sex wasn't good even though they complemented each other so well in every other way, but he understands it now.
While he and Joel do complement each other, while their relationship isn't purely based on the physical, the fact is that sex with his husband is so incredible because of the emotional connection they share. That's the difference, he thinks, that's what makes him believe that even fifty years from now, he'll want to take his husband to bed thanks solely to a hint of a crooked smile. His love for this man hasn't faltered, he hasn't once even considered what it might be like to stray, and even in another body, even in another world, he'd fallen for Joel so quickly that he'd been willing to change his entire world for him.
It doesn't surprise him at all.
Joel tastes of whiskey and cookies, and Spencer isn't sure which is more endearing as he catches his husband's bottom lip gently between his teeth, pulling back slightly to stretch it out before he releases it with a cheeky smile. "Later," he agrees, glancing at the door. He's reminded of being caught in the library by Amy, kind Amy, and he's been warring with himself over whether he'd been glad Joel had gotten the chance to see her again or not because he knows how painful it would be now. His father beneath the sea hadn't been his father but a stranger, one that he doesn't recognize among any face in town, and they'd shared an entire life and history together. It's daunting to think that he could have that with someone who doesn't truly exist, that his memories could be altered in such a way that from one second to the next, his life has changed so wholly but for one thing--his love for Joel.
That, at least he knows, will always remain consistent.
"You know, if your mother does catch us in here like this, our baby may very well never know us," Spencer teases, lowering his legs back to the floor with a dramatic sigh as he trails his hands down the length of Joel's chest, resting them flat on either side of his navel. "And what possible excuse could I come up with? 'I'm sorry, Ellie, but your is so impossibly sexy that I can't resist him'? I'm sure that would go over nicely." He shakes his head at the thought, though he's smiling widely. "My mother would never let us live it down. She caught Dane a few times when he thought we wouldn't be home. You'd think he'd learn to at least keep the door locked."
He hardly has a leg to stand in now, considering the number of times he and Joel have had sex in public this time. Though in their defense, it'd at least been once in the privacy of the bouncy castle in the backyard and another in the ocean at night where the chances of anyone seeing them had been slim to none. Granted, there'd also been the time Charlotte had walked in on Joel filling Spencer's mouth with his cock and that exactly what he'd like to avoid in the future. Particularly because she'd chosen to simply take a seat on the couch rather than turn around and leave immediately--unspeakably rude, considering how very clearly Spencer had wanted to get back to debauching her brother.
"We'll keep the door locked this time," he continues with a wink, pressing another kiss to Joel's lips simply because he can never get enough. This will never become tiresome, his need to be touching Joel as often as possible will never go away, and he's perfectly comfortable with that. He hadn't expected to fall in love but now that he has, it's not something he'd ever be willing to let go.
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While he and Joel do complement each other, while their relationship isn't purely based on the physical, the fact is that sex with his husband is so incredible because of the emotional connection they share. That's the difference, he thinks, that's what makes him believe that even fifty years from now, he'll want to take his husband to bed thanks solely to a hint of a crooked smile. His love for this man hasn't faltered, he hasn't once even considered what it might be like to stray, and even in another body, even in another world, he'd fallen for Joel so quickly that he'd been willing to change his entire world for him.
It doesn't surprise him at all.
Joel tastes of whiskey and cookies, and Spencer isn't sure which is more endearing as he catches his husband's bottom lip gently between his teeth, pulling back slightly to stretch it out before he releases it with a cheeky smile. "Later," he agrees, glancing at the door. He's reminded of being caught in the library by Amy, kind Amy, and he's been warring with himself over whether he'd been glad Joel had gotten the chance to see her again or not because he knows how painful it would be now. His father beneath the sea hadn't been his father but a stranger, one that he doesn't recognize among any face in town, and they'd shared an entire life and history together. It's daunting to think that he could have that with someone who doesn't truly exist, that his memories could be altered in such a way that from one second to the next, his life has changed so wholly but for one thing--his love for Joel.
That, at least he knows, will always remain consistent.
"You know, if your mother does catch us in here like this, our baby may very well never know us," Spencer teases, lowering his legs back to the floor with a dramatic sigh as he trails his hands down the length of Joel's chest, resting them flat on either side of his navel. "And what possible excuse could I come up with? 'I'm sorry, Ellie, but your is so impossibly sexy that I can't resist him'? I'm sure that would go over nicely." He shakes his head at the thought, though he's smiling widely. "My mother would never let us live it down. She caught Dane a few times when he thought we wouldn't be home. You'd think he'd learn to at least keep the door locked."
He hardly has a leg to stand in now, considering the number of times he and Joel have had sex in public this time. Though in their defense, it'd at least been once in the privacy of the bouncy castle in the backyard and another in the ocean at night where the chances of anyone seeing them had been slim to none. Granted, there'd also been the time Charlotte had walked in on Joel filling Spencer's mouth with his cock and that exactly what he'd like to avoid in the future. Particularly because she'd chosen to simply take a seat on the couch rather than turn around and leave immediately--unspeakably rude, considering how very clearly Spencer had wanted to get back to debauching her brother.
"We'll keep the door locked this time," he continues with a wink, pressing another kiss to Joel's lips simply because he can never get enough. This will never become tiresome, his need to be touching Joel as often as possible will never go away, and he's perfectly comfortable with that. He hadn't expected to fall in love but now that he has, it's not something he'd ever be willing to let go.