It's been quite some time since either of them have been truly and properly drunk together, but Spencer hasn't forgotten how utterly adorable Joel can be with a bit too much whiskey in him. The sudden warmth of Joel's hand slipping into his back pocket still manages to surprise him, though he doesn't try to pull away from the touch. For the most part, they tend to be very quiet about what they do behind closed doors, and he knows that they'd raise the eyebrows of a great deal of people--even the ones on this tour with them--if it were ever to be revealed that as often as he can, Spencer finds it very pleasurable to take his husband's cock deep into his throat or spread his legs so Joel can fuck him into the mattress, two things he'd actually like to have accomplished by the end of this evening; but in some cases, exceptions can be made.
He can't deny that he likes it when Joel gets a bit handsy with him in public, if only because it serves as proof to everyone else that Spencer belongs him to him, that every last part of him will only ever be for this one man, as if the rings on their finger would be enough to show that. Sometimes it simply isn't, there are still customers who walk into the store for the sole purpose, Spencer suspects, of flirting with Joel, and it's not that he's necessarily jealous about seeing that happen but then again, he doesn't suppose most people like to see someone bat their lashes at their spouses. Joel has said it to him, too, that people will pass them by on the street and rake their eyes over him, which Spencer generally doesn't notice.
At the end of the day, though, Spencer takes pride in knowing that he's the one Joel has chosen. There are people who envy him, he's sure of it, but none of them can get under his skin because the most important thing is that his husband loves him. And likes him, apparently.
He inches closer to his husband so he can wrap an arm around Joel's waist, fingers curving against his hip as Spencer's lips curve into an affectionate smile. "Lucky me," he answers, pressing a kiss to Joel's cheek just as the bartender drops their shots off for them. He nudges one of the glasses toward Joel before picking one up for himself, clearing his throat and holding it in front of himself to study for a moment.
"To us," he finally says, and he knows it's not enough but it's a start. Joel has been taking charge of the customary cheers at each bar so far, but Spencer thinks he has something this time. "To liking each other and loving each other every day since we've met and every day from now. I will always love you, I will always like you, and I will always be yours."
He clinks his glass against Joel's before throwing his head back to swallow his shot, smacking his lips once he's done and setting the glass back down on the countertop as he licks his lips, eyes darting from Joel to the glass to the bartender and back. There are only a couple more shots to go after this, he's sure he can do it, but this had been a particularly strong shot of whiskey, and Spencer can't help but feel the slightest bit concerned that they won't make it out of the last bar without Joel having to carry him bridal-style out of the next one.
"I will also always want you to touch me like this because in all honesty," he adds with a mischievous grin, "you're going to find it about a whole fraction's worth easier to turn me on in a few seconds flat."
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He can't deny that he likes it when Joel gets a bit handsy with him in public, if only because it serves as proof to everyone else that Spencer belongs him to him, that every last part of him will only ever be for this one man, as if the rings on their finger would be enough to show that. Sometimes it simply isn't, there are still customers who walk into the store for the sole purpose, Spencer suspects, of flirting with Joel, and it's not that he's necessarily jealous about seeing that happen but then again, he doesn't suppose most people like to see someone bat their lashes at their spouses. Joel has said it to him, too, that people will pass them by on the street and rake their eyes over him, which Spencer generally doesn't notice.
At the end of the day, though, Spencer takes pride in knowing that he's the one Joel has chosen. There are people who envy him, he's sure of it, but none of them can get under his skin because the most important thing is that his husband loves him. And likes him, apparently.
He inches closer to his husband so he can wrap an arm around Joel's waist, fingers curving against his hip as Spencer's lips curve into an affectionate smile. "Lucky me," he answers, pressing a kiss to Joel's cheek just as the bartender drops their shots off for them. He nudges one of the glasses toward Joel before picking one up for himself, clearing his throat and holding it in front of himself to study for a moment.
"To us," he finally says, and he knows it's not enough but it's a start. Joel has been taking charge of the customary cheers at each bar so far, but Spencer thinks he has something this time. "To liking each other and loving each other every day since we've met and every day from now. I will always love you, I will always like you, and I will always be yours."
He clinks his glass against Joel's before throwing his head back to swallow his shot, smacking his lips once he's done and setting the glass back down on the countertop as he licks his lips, eyes darting from Joel to the glass to the bartender and back. There are only a couple more shots to go after this, he's sure he can do it, but this had been a particularly strong shot of whiskey, and Spencer can't help but feel the slightest bit concerned that they won't make it out of the last bar without Joel having to carry him bridal-style out of the next one.
"I will also always want you to touch me like this because in all honesty," he adds with a mischievous grin, "you're going to find it about a whole fraction's worth easier to turn me on in a few seconds flat."