It isn't often that Joel actually giggles, but Spencer has to admit that it's terribly endearing anytime he does. Granted, there isn't much Joel could do that Spencer wouldn't find endearing but seeing as he's a bit wobbly on his feet himself, he's likely just a bit more susceptible to his husband's wiles than he is when entirely sober. It's a rather good thing, he thinks, that he'd declined to get the prescription he'd been given for the Vicodin filled because if he'd opted to take the medication, they likely wouldn't be doing this right now. They'd be on the tour, yes, and they'd still be having a lovely time; but this is different. This is fun, it's light, and they have plenty of fun together at home but to be wandering in and out of the bars of New York City isn't exactly something they have the luxury of doing on any given day. There's a part of Spencer that wishes they don't have to leave come Sunday night, that they could just stay here until it's time to meet their baby and then bring her to the city where they wouldn't have to worry so much about awful people doing awful things.
With a clearer mind, he'd be entirely capable of conceding to the fact that bad things happens to good people anywhere in the world, it's simply a fact of life. He doesn't think that he deserves more simply because he's suffered, he's seen people on the street here who've suffered all their lives and don't have much in the way of riches to show for it. They make due with what they have because that's the only option that exists, and it's a bit of an eye-opener because the homeless population in Siren Cove isn't quite thriving. He and Joel aren't exceedingly rich, but they're certainly more than comfortable--and even that had come with a price. So he tells himself he's going to try to remember that the next time he thinks life is difficult, that there are some people who aren't even remotely in a position to do anything about the problems they have and frankly, there's little that he wouldn't be able to look past with the baby's due date getting closer and closer.
Nasty letters around the anniversary of his family's death, awful nightmares and memories consisting of pain and terror, fear of a future that stems from the consistent loss of everyone he loves, Spencer can deal with all that as long as he has his husband and their child to guide him to lighter thoughts. Everyone settles into darkness once in awhile, the important thing to Spencer is being sure that there's always someone who'll be able to get him back out. Joel will always be that source of brightness for him, the light to follow to the end of the tunnel, the one person in this world who has never let him down. He values this man more than his own life, more than anything, and he lets Joel pull him to the door until they're standing right outside of it and he can wrap his arms around his husband to pull him into a kiss.
There are a few catcalls, a few whistles, but Spencer is deaf to them as he parts his lips to slide his tongue against Joel's, reveling in the heat between them as he lets out a moan soft enough for only Joel to hear. "You said something about taking advantage?" he asks when they part, smiling as presses another kiss to Joel's nose this time, then his forehead. He lets his fingertips dip up through Joel's shirt, resting ever-so-lightly over the skin of his back. His body may still be bruised but between the alcohol and the mere sight of his husband so delighted and drunk, there's nothing that could keep him from growing steadily aroused as the evening goes on. He's not entirely sure that he's willing to wait two more bars and the journey home to get Joel's clothes off but then again, the anticipation always does turn out to be worth it.
He pulls away, tugging at Joel's hand as Joel had done to his so that they can lengthen their strides to catch up to their group, though Spencer keeps his voice low enough to ensure that nobody else can hear them. The whiskey has made him a bit more publicly affectionate than they're used to being, considering they like to keep their more sensual sides between them, but he's not sure he's quite drunk enough to be willing to let people actually hear what it is he wants from his husband--though he's sure Joel is already well aware of exactly what that is.
"Two more," he says, his lips brushing against Joel's ear and curving into a smile, "two more and then you're mine. Then I get you to myself so I can demand you do the most unspeakable of things to me." He presses a kiss to Joel's shoulder before nibbling lightly through his shirt, kissing the spot again as he faces forward, smile now more of a smirk. "I want you to fuck me until you're sure I'll feel it with every step I take tomorrow. Two more shots is more than enough to make that happen, right?"
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With a clearer mind, he'd be entirely capable of conceding to the fact that bad things happens to good people anywhere in the world, it's simply a fact of life. He doesn't think that he deserves more simply because he's suffered, he's seen people on the street here who've suffered all their lives and don't have much in the way of riches to show for it. They make due with what they have because that's the only option that exists, and it's a bit of an eye-opener because the homeless population in Siren Cove isn't quite thriving. He and Joel aren't exceedingly rich, but they're certainly more than comfortable--and even that had come with a price. So he tells himself he's going to try to remember that the next time he thinks life is difficult, that there are some people who aren't even remotely in a position to do anything about the problems they have and frankly, there's little that he wouldn't be able to look past with the baby's due date getting closer and closer.
Nasty letters around the anniversary of his family's death, awful nightmares and memories consisting of pain and terror, fear of a future that stems from the consistent loss of everyone he loves, Spencer can deal with all that as long as he has his husband and their child to guide him to lighter thoughts. Everyone settles into darkness once in awhile, the important thing to Spencer is being sure that there's always someone who'll be able to get him back out. Joel will always be that source of brightness for him, the light to follow to the end of the tunnel, the one person in this world who has never let him down. He values this man more than his own life, more than anything, and he lets Joel pull him to the door until they're standing right outside of it and he can wrap his arms around his husband to pull him into a kiss.
There are a few catcalls, a few whistles, but Spencer is deaf to them as he parts his lips to slide his tongue against Joel's, reveling in the heat between them as he lets out a moan soft enough for only Joel to hear. "You said something about taking advantage?" he asks when they part, smiling as presses another kiss to Joel's nose this time, then his forehead. He lets his fingertips dip up through Joel's shirt, resting ever-so-lightly over the skin of his back. His body may still be bruised but between the alcohol and the mere sight of his husband so delighted and drunk, there's nothing that could keep him from growing steadily aroused as the evening goes on. He's not entirely sure that he's willing to wait two more bars and the journey home to get Joel's clothes off but then again, the anticipation always does turn out to be worth it.
He pulls away, tugging at Joel's hand as Joel had done to his so that they can lengthen their strides to catch up to their group, though Spencer keeps his voice low enough to ensure that nobody else can hear them. The whiskey has made him a bit more publicly affectionate than they're used to being, considering they like to keep their more sensual sides between them, but he's not sure he's quite drunk enough to be willing to let people actually hear what it is he wants from his husband--though he's sure Joel is already well aware of exactly what that is.
"Two more," he says, his lips brushing against Joel's ear and curving into a smile, "two more and then you're mine. Then I get you to myself so I can demand you do the most unspeakable of things to me." He presses a kiss to Joel's shoulder before nibbling lightly through his shirt, kissing the spot again as he faces forward, smile now more of a smirk. "I want you to fuck me until you're sure I'll feel it with every step I take tomorrow. Two more shots is more than enough to make that happen, right?"