Joel thinks about that sometimes. About going back to the place he had, until Spencer, still thought of as home in some strange, abstract way, simply because Siren Cove had never really been home to him. A comfort, yes. A place to hide, most certainly, but it had never been home in the way Shediac had. From the time he'd moved there, he had been an outsider, confused and scared, and he had spent years hiding who he was from nearly everyone he met. Siren Cove had protected him when he had most needed it, but it's also a place where Joel had lied about the very thing that makes him who he is to nearly every person he had ever known for over ten years. It hadn't really been home until Spencer had come into his life and become everything Joel needed most, but Shediac certainly hadn't been home either. For a long time, he realizes now, he'd been very lost.
Now and then he thinks about going back there and seeing what's left of the place he'd grown up. A new family probably lives there now, the town has probably long forgotten the Bakers ever lived there, and Joel thinks he would prefer it that way. He'd like to be able to walk through that town and look at the ridiculous giant lobster with Spencer without having to worry that someone might see him, shout his name and chase him right back out of town again. One day he thinks he'd like to return to that cliff where Amy died, where the demon that had followed him for ten years had first gotten its claws into him. It feels like he needs to eventually for the entire circle to be complete.
But not yet. They have far more important things to do, more important things to concern themselves with and Joel only nods in response, then presses a kiss to Spencer's temple. It's enough of an answer, he thinks, because Spencer understands him no matter what he says or does. He doesn't have to speak for his husband to know what he's saying, just one more in a very long line of things Joel loves about this man he's with.
He's about to respond verbally, about to say something about how it much be nice to show Spencer where he grew up when he leans in and says that about wanting to get Joel naked and as always seems to happen, all the words dry up on his tongue. All he manages is a choked off groan and he turns to look at Spencer, his eyes narrowed playfully. The bartender is looking at them expectantly and he's torn between wanting to just casually order their drinks, as if what Spencer has said has barely registered at all, and saying something perfectly lewd in return, right in front of the bartender. That's sure to throw Spencer off, but Joel isn't quite sure he's drunk enough to be capable of that.
The next bar. One more shot in him and he's going to do something to knock Spencer's socks off at the next bar. He's decided it now.
After ordering their shots and being granted a little bit of privacy before the bartender returns, Joel looks at Spencer very seriously, though there's a smile that twitches at the corners of his mouth. "You don't think I can resist you through the entirety of this tour?" he asks, which is a silly question given they both know the answer is that he absolutely can't. Not if Spencer were to really pull out all his tricks. The thought of trying, though, being reduced to a whimpering mess in public because of the things his husband is whispering to him actually sounds kind of fun.
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Now and then he thinks about going back there and seeing what's left of the place he'd grown up. A new family probably lives there now, the town has probably long forgotten the Bakers ever lived there, and Joel thinks he would prefer it that way. He'd like to be able to walk through that town and look at the ridiculous giant lobster with Spencer without having to worry that someone might see him, shout his name and chase him right back out of town again. One day he thinks he'd like to return to that cliff where Amy died, where the demon that had followed him for ten years had first gotten its claws into him. It feels like he needs to eventually for the entire circle to be complete.
But not yet. They have far more important things to do, more important things to concern themselves with and Joel only nods in response, then presses a kiss to Spencer's temple. It's enough of an answer, he thinks, because Spencer understands him no matter what he says or does. He doesn't have to speak for his husband to know what he's saying, just one more in a very long line of things Joel loves about this man he's with.
He's about to respond verbally, about to say something about how it much be nice to show Spencer where he grew up when he leans in and says that about wanting to get Joel naked and as always seems to happen, all the words dry up on his tongue. All he manages is a choked off groan and he turns to look at Spencer, his eyes narrowed playfully. The bartender is looking at them expectantly and he's torn between wanting to just casually order their drinks, as if what Spencer has said has barely registered at all, and saying something perfectly lewd in return, right in front of the bartender. That's sure to throw Spencer off, but Joel isn't quite sure he's drunk enough to be capable of that.
The next bar. One more shot in him and he's going to do something to knock Spencer's socks off at the next bar. He's decided it now.
After ordering their shots and being granted a little bit of privacy before the bartender returns, Joel looks at Spencer very seriously, though there's a smile that twitches at the corners of his mouth. "You don't think I can resist you through the entirety of this tour?" he asks, which is a silly question given they both know the answer is that he absolutely can't. Not if Spencer were to really pull out all his tricks. The thought of trying, though, being reduced to a whimpering mess in public because of the things his husband is whispering to him actually sounds kind of fun.