Nobody had ever told him it could be like this. Granted, Spencer had never asked but not even Dane, in the midst of all the stories he'd had to share about the girls he'd dated in high school, had thought it worth a mention that sex could be as incredible as Spencer has found it to be. The only explanation he can come up with for that is because Dane had never loved anyone the way Spencer and Joel love each other. His brother had dated many women, in high school and beyond, but as far as Spencer can recall, he'd never seen Dane talk about any one of them with the same spark in his eyes that he knows he gets himself when the subject of his husband comes up in casual conversation.
It isn't that Spencer is dismissive of any of the women Dane had been in relationships with, most of them had been quite lovely, save for the few who hadn't been willing to tolerate Spencer's introverted awkwardness--though now that he thinks about it, those were the relationships that had lasted the shortest amount of time--but for some reason that he still doesn't quite understand, his brother had never seemed particularly keen on settling down with any one of them. Spencer had never seen that as a problem, it matters very little to him whether people get married or start families or don't outside of his own personal life, but he'd always been a bit curious about why Dane would shy away from promising futures. Maybe it'd been seeing Coop back in town after a failed long-term relationship, maybe he'd thought himself too young, maybe he just hadn't wanted it at all; Spencer doesn't know, had never asked, and he regrets that. He regrets not asking more about it, not only because he misses his brother but because he thinks it would only help him to further understand just how he'd come to be so lucky with Joel.
He hadn't been looking for a future, either, after all. Neither of them really had, they'd both been content to stay, respectively, hidden away in the library and the bookshop, out of each other's way and the ways of everyone else in this town; but something had happened nearly a year ago to change all that. Whatever this column of energy is between them, Spencer wonders if it's slowly been building all this time, without their knowledge or understanding of how it works, only to be completed by the time they'd decided to spend the rest of their lives together. No matter what the cause, Spencer knows it's their emotional connection that makes the rest of what they do that much more incredible.
There isn't a single other person in this town, in this world, that he would be happy to do something like this for, get on his knees to fuck his tongue and fingers into someone's ass and prolonging the inevitable just because he likes to hear the sounds he can elicit. This isn't just someone, though, this is Joel. This is his husband, this is the only man--the only person--Spencer has ever loved, ever will love, will ever think to love. That's what makes this so special, and he knows it's different for everyone. He's not so haughty that he'd dare to say that his experience is superior to anyone else's but at the same time... He privately thinks it just might be.
He's seen the looks of envy they get sometimes when they walk down the street, hand-in-hand, looks that they get even from their own friends once in awhile. There's no doubt in his mind that the small social circle they keep would be scandalized to hear what goes on between them in their sex life, and that's satisfying somehow because Spencer knows what people think of him. If he's not a murderer, he's just the former librarian. He's the co-owner of a bookstore, a husband, a man who likes to keep to himself and to his family. But Joel has made him so much more than that. It's Joel who'd inspired him to find porn online, to say the kinds of things he'd never said to anyone else, to do this when the last person he'd had sex with would likely describe him as unskilled and unbearably boring.
All the exciting parts of his life, he owes to Joel, and it's easy to remember that when he's slipping a third finger into his husband, tonguing and fingering him for another agonizing couple of minutes while Joel rocks his hips back, searching for more, begging for more. It isn't until Spencer feels like he might just come in his pants with the arousal of watching Joel move and hearing Joel moan that he finally gives in. He cautiously pulls his fingers free before rushing to get to his feet so he can undo his pants, pushing them down past his ankles along with his briefs before reaching for the lube so he can slick himself well enough to ensure that he doesn't cause his husband any unnecessary pain.
"I can't wait to be inside you," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he steps forward to align his cock with Joel's ass. Spencer leans forward, one hand trailing down his husband's spine as he presses kisses across the length of his shoulders, licking a line up the upper part of Joel's spine as his fingers brush down over his ass until he's gripping his own cock. He pauses for a moment, just to admire how utterly gorgeous Joel looks like this, bent over for him with his legs spread, and Spencer wishes that he could be watching his husband's expressions change because that's one of the things that he loves the most when they're making love. Still, he thinks as he gingerly guides his cock inside of his husband, this is incredible, too. Noticing the occasional ripple of muscle in Joel's shoulders, the shudders and trembling, knowing that right now, he's in control without the slightest desire to control... It all feels so unspeakably good.
"Joel," he groans as he presses deeper into Joel, deeper until he bottoms out, and Spencer drops his chin until his forehead is touching his husband's shoulder. His body is stiff from trying not to come right then and there, from how utterly tight Joel is, how it feels to have that ring of muscle moving around his cock, and he's drunk with love and arousal and a little bit of whiskey as he lets out a shaky moan before pulling halfway out and thrusting back into his husband's body.
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It isn't that Spencer is dismissive of any of the women Dane had been in relationships with, most of them had been quite lovely, save for the few who hadn't been willing to tolerate Spencer's introverted awkwardness--though now that he thinks about it, those were the relationships that had lasted the shortest amount of time--but for some reason that he still doesn't quite understand, his brother had never seemed particularly keen on settling down with any one of them. Spencer had never seen that as a problem, it matters very little to him whether people get married or start families or don't outside of his own personal life, but he'd always been a bit curious about why Dane would shy away from promising futures. Maybe it'd been seeing Coop back in town after a failed long-term relationship, maybe he'd thought himself too young, maybe he just hadn't wanted it at all; Spencer doesn't know, had never asked, and he regrets that. He regrets not asking more about it, not only because he misses his brother but because he thinks it would only help him to further understand just how he'd come to be so lucky with Joel.
He hadn't been looking for a future, either, after all. Neither of them really had, they'd both been content to stay, respectively, hidden away in the library and the bookshop, out of each other's way and the ways of everyone else in this town; but something had happened nearly a year ago to change all that. Whatever this column of energy is between them, Spencer wonders if it's slowly been building all this time, without their knowledge or understanding of how it works, only to be completed by the time they'd decided to spend the rest of their lives together. No matter what the cause, Spencer knows it's their emotional connection that makes the rest of what they do that much more incredible.
There isn't a single other person in this town, in this world, that he would be happy to do something like this for, get on his knees to fuck his tongue and fingers into someone's ass and prolonging the inevitable just because he likes to hear the sounds he can elicit. This isn't just someone, though, this is Joel. This is his husband, this is the only man--the only person--Spencer has ever loved, ever will love, will ever think to love. That's what makes this so special, and he knows it's different for everyone. He's not so haughty that he'd dare to say that his experience is superior to anyone else's but at the same time... He privately thinks it just might be.
He's seen the looks of envy they get sometimes when they walk down the street, hand-in-hand, looks that they get even from their own friends once in awhile. There's no doubt in his mind that the small social circle they keep would be scandalized to hear what goes on between them in their sex life, and that's satisfying somehow because Spencer knows what people think of him. If he's not a murderer, he's just the former librarian. He's the co-owner of a bookstore, a husband, a man who likes to keep to himself and to his family. But Joel has made him so much more than that. It's Joel who'd inspired him to find porn online, to say the kinds of things he'd never said to anyone else, to do this when the last person he'd had sex with would likely describe him as unskilled and unbearably boring.
All the exciting parts of his life, he owes to Joel, and it's easy to remember that when he's slipping a third finger into his husband, tonguing and fingering him for another agonizing couple of minutes while Joel rocks his hips back, searching for more, begging for more. It isn't until Spencer feels like he might just come in his pants with the arousal of watching Joel move and hearing Joel moan that he finally gives in. He cautiously pulls his fingers free before rushing to get to his feet so he can undo his pants, pushing them down past his ankles along with his briefs before reaching for the lube so he can slick himself well enough to ensure that he doesn't cause his husband any unnecessary pain.
"I can't wait to be inside you," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he steps forward to align his cock with Joel's ass. Spencer leans forward, one hand trailing down his husband's spine as he presses kisses across the length of his shoulders, licking a line up the upper part of Joel's spine as his fingers brush down over his ass until he's gripping his own cock. He pauses for a moment, just to admire how utterly gorgeous Joel looks like this, bent over for him with his legs spread, and Spencer wishes that he could be watching his husband's expressions change because that's one of the things that he loves the most when they're making love. Still, he thinks as he gingerly guides his cock inside of his husband, this is incredible, too. Noticing the occasional ripple of muscle in Joel's shoulders, the shudders and trembling, knowing that right now, he's in control without the slightest desire to control... It all feels so unspeakably good.
"Joel," he groans as he presses deeper into Joel, deeper until he bottoms out, and Spencer drops his chin until his forehead is touching his husband's shoulder. His body is stiff from trying not to come right then and there, from how utterly tight Joel is, how it feels to have that ring of muscle moving around his cock, and he's drunk with love and arousal and a little bit of whiskey as he lets out a shaky moan before pulling halfway out and thrusting back into his husband's body.