"Shhh, we can never, ever tell her," he says, his arm wrapped tightly around Spencer's shoulders, so he can help keep him upright. He has no plans on telling Aoife much about this trip except to let her know they had a wonderful time and enjoyed themselves very much. He'll tell her about the literary tour they've just been on, though he has a feeling she'll look at him like he's crazy when he explains that the tour had been something in particular they had wanted to do, and that's about all the detail she's going to get. There's no way she needs anything more than that and he thinks she'll probably be grateful he doesn't offer anything more. Especially given what he and Spencer are inevitably going to get up to tonight. And tomorrow. And likely tomorrow evening as well. He has ever intention of making the most of their time alone together, but he also has every intention of never so much as hinting to anyone else the sorts of things they've done together while alone on vacation. Their private life has always been kept very private and Joel rather likes it that way. He feels no need to brag or share his exploits in any way, because what he and Spencer have together is special and he's perfectly content keeping it only between the two of them. He's not embarrassed by any of what they do together, he loves so much how Spencer pushes him and helps him find all sorts of things he never would have imagined liking before now, but it's just for them.
It's always going to be just for the two of them.
"No clothes rule, I like that rule," he decides as he stops on a street to look up at the sign overhead. It takes him a moment to figure out exactly where they are and although they've walked a fair distance today and they've spent the better part of it getting progressively drunker, he's pleased to realize they've made almost a full loop and are fairly close to the apartment. "Just a few blocks, actually. We're quite close. I think I knew that the tour would take us on something like a loop, but I also think I forgot about three bars ago where we were, let alone where we could expect to ultimately be. But we're close. We're very close, which is good, because I'm pretty sure I'm going to forget how to walk in about ten more steps and also... also, I just want to take my clothes off with you." He finishes this speech with something close to a giggle, then bites down on his lower lip as he slips his fingers under Spencer's shirt, holding onto him tightly, his fingers pressing against his warm skin. He's never been happier than he is with his husband and right now, drunk and walking down the street in New York, knowing they're only moments away from being alone, he feels like he might actually explode with it.
But as promised, it doesn't take them long to reach the apartment and Joel fumbles for the keys in the pocket, dragging them out and letting them into the building. It's a beautiful building, like nothing he's ever really seen before, at least, not from this side. He's seen pictures of places like this online and in books, but he's never been able to afford to stay somewhere like this and as they make their way toward the elevator, he has to hold back another laugh as the doorman -- because there is an actual doorman -- first opens the inner set of doors for them and then presses the button to call the elevator. In a place like this, Joel doesn't think they have to do any actual work and it feels sort of strange, but he likes it, too. It's not something he'd ever be able to get used to, he would feel too strange having someone do everything for him on the average day, but for a vacation it's not so bad.
"Thank you," he says, still not entirely sure if he's supposed to tip for something like that. He doesn't think so, since this is a private apartment and not a hotel, but he's never been particularly good at knowing what's right and what's going to be looked at as strange. He'll ask Aoife when they get back, because even if he's made a major mistake here, he doesn't think she'll laugh at him. She might be ridiculously rich, but she's never treated him like he's any less important just because he's not.
But by the time they make it up to the apartment, all thoughts of the doorman and the elevator and whether or not he's acting the part of a rich person properly leave Joel's mind, because Spencer had said there was a new rule once they get through the door and Joel is very much looking forward to enacting that rule. They're barely through the door, the keys tossed aside, before Joel is sliding his hands up and under Spencer's shirt, pulling the material away from his warm skin. The night outside had been hot, but the apartment is air conditioned nicely and Joel can already feel the light sheen of sweat drying on Spencer's skin. He wants to strip the rest of his clothes off and run his tongue over Spencer's chest, tasting the salt left behind and he makes a disgruntled noise, one that makes it clear they should both be undressed by now and he can't quite understand why they're not. His fingers pluck at Spencer's shirt again before he draws his hands back and begins to undress himself, knowing they're likely too drunk to be undressing each other with the sort of speed he wants.
"Take it off," he says, his voice gruff and a little breathless. He's already yanking his own shirt over his head, tugging it free when it gets caught on his hair, and then he throws it aside. Briefly, he checks the door to make sure it's locked, to be certain no one is ever going to stumble in here by accident -- though he can't imagine who would -- and interrupt their night. "Take it all off, Spencer. Now."
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It's always going to be just for the two of them.
"No clothes rule, I like that rule," he decides as he stops on a street to look up at the sign overhead. It takes him a moment to figure out exactly where they are and although they've walked a fair distance today and they've spent the better part of it getting progressively drunker, he's pleased to realize they've made almost a full loop and are fairly close to the apartment. "Just a few blocks, actually. We're quite close. I think I knew that the tour would take us on something like a loop, but I also think I forgot about three bars ago where we were, let alone where we could expect to ultimately be. But we're close. We're very close, which is good, because I'm pretty sure I'm going to forget how to walk in about ten more steps and also... also, I just want to take my clothes off with you." He finishes this speech with something close to a giggle, then bites down on his lower lip as he slips his fingers under Spencer's shirt, holding onto him tightly, his fingers pressing against his warm skin. He's never been happier than he is with his husband and right now, drunk and walking down the street in New York, knowing they're only moments away from being alone, he feels like he might actually explode with it.
But as promised, it doesn't take them long to reach the apartment and Joel fumbles for the keys in the pocket, dragging them out and letting them into the building. It's a beautiful building, like nothing he's ever really seen before, at least, not from this side. He's seen pictures of places like this online and in books, but he's never been able to afford to stay somewhere like this and as they make their way toward the elevator, he has to hold back another laugh as the doorman -- because there is an actual doorman -- first opens the inner set of doors for them and then presses the button to call the elevator. In a place like this, Joel doesn't think they have to do any actual work and it feels sort of strange, but he likes it, too. It's not something he'd ever be able to get used to, he would feel too strange having someone do everything for him on the average day, but for a vacation it's not so bad.
"Thank you," he says, still not entirely sure if he's supposed to tip for something like that. He doesn't think so, since this is a private apartment and not a hotel, but he's never been particularly good at knowing what's right and what's going to be looked at as strange. He'll ask Aoife when they get back, because even if he's made a major mistake here, he doesn't think she'll laugh at him. She might be ridiculously rich, but she's never treated him like he's any less important just because he's not.
But by the time they make it up to the apartment, all thoughts of the doorman and the elevator and whether or not he's acting the part of a rich person properly leave Joel's mind, because Spencer had said there was a new rule once they get through the door and Joel is very much looking forward to enacting that rule. They're barely through the door, the keys tossed aside, before Joel is sliding his hands up and under Spencer's shirt, pulling the material away from his warm skin. The night outside had been hot, but the apartment is air conditioned nicely and Joel can already feel the light sheen of sweat drying on Spencer's skin. He wants to strip the rest of his clothes off and run his tongue over Spencer's chest, tasting the salt left behind and he makes a disgruntled noise, one that makes it clear they should both be undressed by now and he can't quite understand why they're not. His fingers pluck at Spencer's shirt again before he draws his hands back and begins to undress himself, knowing they're likely too drunk to be undressing each other with the sort of speed he wants.
"Take it off," he says, his voice gruff and a little breathless. He's already yanking his own shirt over his head, tugging it free when it gets caught on his hair, and then he throws it aside. Briefly, he checks the door to make sure it's locked, to be certain no one is ever going to stumble in here by accident -- though he can't imagine who would -- and interrupt their night. "Take it all off, Spencer. Now."