[Open - Gathering - Baby Shower]

[just_another]

They're actually having a baby shower.

Joel is fairly certain his mother wouldn't have let them get away without something, even if he had insisted it be small and consist only of family, but for some reason he and Spencer have allowed themselves to be talked into a real shower. With invitations and food and little baby themed games to play. It's sort of strange, looking at it from his position, given that Erin is the one who's going to be giving birth and therefore is the one in the glowing pregnant woman position at this entire gathering.

She'd sweetly agreed to attend and had even whispered to Joel that she would take the brunt of the attention if she could manage it. He had whispered back that he knew they had picked her for a good reason.

But here they are. Several weeks have passed, the invitations have gone out and the decorations have been put up all over Joel and Spencer's living room. He had agreed to lift the enchantments on the house for the extent of the party, which means that anyone can open the door to their guests, they don't all have to be invited in by either Joel or Spencer, and it makes him a little nervous, but he understands the usefulness of others being able to answer the door. At least for today.

It's the decorations that keep getting to him. Sweet little ducks and zebras and monkeys, little jungle animals all over the walls. The bottle and rattle shaped cookies are pretty cute, but those aren't going to be left when the baby gets here. The animal theme, though, is fairly close to the nearly finished nursery Joel has been working on upstairs and he can't help but grin at the decorations.

Spencer, on the other hand, can't stop coming back round to the center of the living room to stare at the enormous sign that's been strung up above a table already stacked with gifts when a majority of their guests haven't even arrived yet. He'd been worried this morning that the day would overwhelm him, that knowing so many people would be coming into their home would be daunting when just a year ago, he'd never even once invited company over before meeting Joel; but so far, he feels calm, in spite of having had to watch Joel remove the enchantments that act as their security on the house. If someone wishes to crash a baby shower--which he doesn't imagine will happen anyway--then they'll have to face not only the wrath of a room that will be filled with witches and sirens, but the wrath of his mother- and sister-in-law, as well. That's not a sight Spencer thinks would be very pretty to witness.

Still, he feels light, perhaps a lingering effect of the having the chance to fall in love with Joel a second time during the spell that had taken over the town. Certainly, a great deal of his contentment has to do with the fact that he won't have to worry about losing his husband in a crowd but even beyond that, he's excited.

So much has changed in the course of the past year and weeks from now, they'll be holding their newborn in their arms for the very first time without another care in the world but for who they've been looking forward to meeting since they'd decided to take this journey together. There's something a bit strange about realizing that it's all coming to a head, that the waiting will soon be over and they'll be fathers at last, but when the first knock on the door comes, Spencer can't help but smile.

[Baby shower for Joel and Spencer's wee one. Erin, their surrogate, is present and is currently 31 weeks pregnant. If you're even a little friendly with either of them, Joel's mother sent an invitation, but the enchantments have been taken off the house for the event and so it's not an impossible party to crash. If anyone wants to crash a baby shower...]

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[just_another]

The smack of Spencer's hand against his ass is so unexpected that for a moment Joel is certain he's going to come from that alone. Spencer is still fucking him, still stroking him and then there's that sudden sting against his skin and he gives a choked off moan and squeezes his eyes shut as he tries desperately to hang on for just a little while longer. He wants Spencer to come first, he wants to feel his husband coming inside him and then he can hear Spencer's voice, the roughness of it, and he knows what's coming. There's just a second where he wishes he could see Spencer's face, but he can imagine it. The way Spencer's body shudders, the way it feels when he's suddenly coming inside Joel, it's all become so familiar to him over the past year and when he closes his eyes and concentrates on how incredible everything feels, he realizes he can picture exactly what Spencer's face must look like. The sounds he's making are amazing, the way he's speaking, the feel of his heat suddenly inside Joel's body, it's all so overwhelming and he bites back a shuddering moan of his own.

And just when he thinks he can't possibly feel any better than he does now, Spencer is pulling out of him and pressing his tongue back into his ass and the only thing Joel can think of is that he has to be able to taste himself. If not for the desk under him, he would collapse right on the floor at the thought and it sends a bolt of heat straight through his body, down his spine and into his cock. There's nothing in the world he could ever imagine even half as incredible as his own husband and the sound he makes, his cheek pressed hard against the desk, is awfully close to a sob. His eyes are squeezed shut tight, he can feel the cool wood of the desk against his skin and his fingers curl over the edge, his knuckles white with pressure. Spencer has just fucked him, come inside him, and is fucking him with his tongue again, and Joel's entire body shakes with pleasure and joy alike. He wants to never share this with anyone, he wants to keep this to himself and yet there's a small part of him that wants to brag, that wants to tell everyone they're never going to have this because they're never going to have Spencer.

This is his. Every last part of this is his. It's theirs and that makes it so much more important and special than anything else he's ever been able to imagine for his life.

He's doing his best to keep his sounds to the bare minimum, only because they're not alone in the house, and he thinks they'd gotten fairly good at it during their time living with Raleigh. They've had practice, but they've also been on their own for a long enough time now that he's already adjusted to their new level of privacy and it's a struggle now not to cry out. Especially given how good Spencer is making him feel. His hands tighten on the desk and he bites down hard on his lower lip, hard enough that he can feel the indentation his teeth have left behind when he soothes his tongue over it a second later. He feels like he's losing his mind, though only in the best possible way, and another deep shudder runs through his body as Spencer fucks him, sweeps his tongue over his ass and then presses inside him again.

"Spencer, god, I'm..." He's supposed to tell him when he's going to come, he knows what Spencer wants to do and he wants to be able to tell him, but for a second it feels like he's completely lost the ability to speak all over again. His fingers are tingling, his hands and feet feel a little like they're going to go numb. All the blood has rushed to other areas of his body, his cock harder than he thinks it's ever been, his cheeks red from exertion and pleasure, and he digs his heels into the floor a little harder. "Holy shit, Spencer, I'm going to come, please, you... please." He knows what Spencer wants and he's doing his best to hold on longer for him, to make it last. It's a struggle, though, and Spencer is going to have to stop if he wants to be able to make this last much longer at all.

[doublethepain]

Spencer doesn't want to stop.

If he could have it his way, he'd keep this going all night, for as long as he's able, and maybe it's a bit perverse that he would want such a thing when he has two in-law family members cleaning up after a party thrown in their honor on the other side of this wall, but Spencer cares about absolutely nothing other than making sure that his husband feels incredible. There's something he likes about hearing Joel beg like that, actually pleading with Spencer as if he'd ever deny Joel anything he wants, and even though it's true that he'd be content to do this--fall to his knees and fuck his husband with his tongue--until sunrise, he also knows that the alternative will be just as satisfying for both of them.

It's with another few thrusts of his tongue that he pulls out again, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning as loudly as he wants to as he runs his hands over Joel's ass, taking half a moment to admire the back half of his husband before he's wrapping his fingers over Joel's hips, urging him to let go of the desk and turned around to face him. At the sight of Joel's cock, Spencer thinks it's entirely possibly that he could get hard again. For someone who hasn't had much of a libido to speak of at all in the years before he and Joel had started seeing each other, it sometimes comes as a shock to think that this time last year, he hadn't even been thinking about having sex. Their physical relationship is more than anything Spencer could have hoped for, especially because he's never hoped for anything at all, but he doesn't think he ever could have anticipated this.

Before Joel, he doesn't think he would imagined putting his tongue anywhere near another person's ass, but having Joel love and trust him enough to do for him had only ever made Spencer want to return the favor--and he hasn't been disappointed. The way Joel had squirmed under his hands, the gasps that had come at a well-placed swipe of his tongue, Spencer could thrive on that for hours on end. So much of his life can be divided into two categories, Before Joel and After Joel, but there's little to nothing about Before--barring his relationship with his family-that Spencer thinks had been better. With Joel has come a refreshed outlook on life, and he isn't the social butterfly Dane or their mother had been even now but Joel has never asked to be. Joel would never ask that of him, to be something he isn't, and Spencer feels a surge of love inside of him that brings him back to the matter at hand.

"I won't hold back," he promises, wetting his lips and keeping his eyes trained on Joel's as he leans forward to take Joel's cock on his mouth. He means what he's said, he doesn't want to prolong this because he's already been allowed to come himself, and this isn't about orgasm denial in the slightest. It's about making sure that Joel knows that he's willing to do anything to make him feel good, that he's always going to want to give all of himself to make Joel feel good, and Spencer wraps his hand around the base of his husband's shaft as he sucks hard at the tip, moaning at that familiar saltiness of the pre-come coating Joel's cock.

He isn't slow about guiding Joel's cock deeper down in throat, lowering his hand to cup his husband's balls so he can massage them as he works his tongue over him, not bothering to try to hide juts how eager he is to please. He quickens his pace, taking Joel deeper with every bob of his hand until his gag reflex nearly kicks in but even then, it barely affects him through the haze of arousal that's clouding his mind. If this is even half as good for Joel as it is for him, Spencer will consider this a success.

[just_another]

There's a part of him somewhere, some logical part deep down inside that knows it isn't possible for every single time Spencer touches him to be better than the last, but the rest of his brain is insisting it is. Every single time they're intimate, every time Spencer takes his cock into his mouth or slides his hand over his balls or glides his tongue over Joel's skin, it's better than the time before. Every time they're able to spend time alone together, though, Joel thinks he falls in love with Spencer just a little bit more. He would have thought it impossible to actually fall more in love with a person every passing day, but it turns out it's not. Every morning he wakes up with Spencer, turns toward him, and realizes every feeling he has for his husband, every emotion Spencer inspires in him has increased even further and it doesn't even surprise him at all anymore. Falling more in love is just part of his life now, his feelings are only deepened further every time Spencer looks at him from across the store or pauses just to give him a kiss, and that's why he thinks it isn't so impossible for their sex life to improve every single time they're intimate. With every day that passes, Spencer comes to know him better. With every moment they spend together, they just fall deeper in love. With every touch, with every kiss, every moment of their lives together, it gets better and Joel trusts that it'll only go on from here. Not a day will go by that he isn't terribly aware of how lucky he is.

There's absolutely no hope of him being able to keep control over himself, not with Spencer touching him like he is. He's supporting his weight on the desk again, his fingers curled over the edge, holding on as tight as he possibly can. His feet are planted firmly against the floor, his knees locked, because he knows if he lets his muscles relax, he knows if he lets his joints unhinge he's just going to collapse on the floor in a heap. He never feels as good as he does when Spencer is touching him and he gasps, his gaze darting from the wall, to the ceiling, then down to where Spencer's lips are stretched around his cock. Somehow he manages to uncurl one hand from the edge of his desk and he buries his shaking fingers in Spencer's hair. His muscles don't seem to be obeying him, he doesn't think he could thrust deeper into Spencer's mouth if he tried, but he doesn't need to. His husband is doing everything exactly as Joel loves it and he groans again, something that might be Spencer's name falling from his lip as he stares down at him. The thought comes to him again out of nowhere how much he loves this, how much he loves to just look at Spencer like this, how good he feels because no one has ever loved him the way Spencer does. No one has ever touched him like this, taken care of him, gone so far out of their way to make him feel good, and he gives a choked off sob as Spencer manages to somehow take him deeper still and for a second the edges of his vision begin to go grey.

He feels like he's been on the verge of coming forever now and his hips twitch forward once before his breath catches in his throat and then it's suddenly coming upon him without the slightest warning. There are words, a warning, he wants to tell Spencer to expect it, but it just happens, the warm wave of pleasure washing over him as his hand tightens in Spencer's hair. "Oh... god," he manages in a choked off moan as another bolt of pleasure goes through him and for a second he's worried his knees might just let go despite his best efforts. He manages to hold himself up, his eyes squeezed shut tight, his head tipped back as he comes, as he feels Spencer's mouth and tongue still working around him, and he's shivering with exertion now, practically trembling with it as he groans and pants and tries to say Spencer's name, but his ability to make words still doesn't extend quite that far.

The hand on the desk is gripping it so tight that his fingers hurt, but he only notices after a few moments of trying to catch his breath and when he releases the grip he has on the edge all his knuckles crack. Somehow he manages a laugh, a breathless, wrung out sound, and then his head tips forward so he can look down at Spencer still on his knees on the floor. His fingers loosen in his hair, brush it back from his face, rub lightly against his scalp as he tries to convey with just a touch how much he loves his husband. Words are still beyond him and he laughs again and shakes his head, then realizes he's about to collapse, no matter how badly he wants to remain standing. His knees just sort of let go and Joel shivers again, then lets himself slide down the surface of the desk until he's sitting on the floor, his legs on either side of Spencer's body.

Reaching for his husband, he runs both his hands through Spencer's hair. They're shaking, he's shaking all over, but he's smiling at the same time and he still can't quite speak, but he thinks when he kisses Spencer it communicates what he's feeling well enough. Just how happy he is, how good he feels, and how much, how deeply and desperately he loves him.