When Spencer's legs tighten around him and Joel rolls his hips again, he gives a soft, muffled sort of sound against the skin of Spencer's throat and it isn't a word, it isn't his name, it's just the simplest expression of contentment that Joel has ever made. They're wet and damp, they're dripping with sweat and he can feel Spencer's come cooling on his fingers and trapped between their bodies and somehow it all feels just as amazing as anything ever has. There's no part of Joel that wants to pull away from Spencer and get up, though the thought of stepping into that giant, amazing shower in the bathroom inside is actually rather appealing as well, and he expects they'll get there eventually. For now, though, no matter how damp and sticky they are, this is the only place he wants to be and as he pries his fingers from Spencer's hip and then brushes a few more kisses over the salty skin of his throat, he tries to figure out some way in which he can just burrow closer. Wrap himself up in Spencer entirely, slide against him skin to skin until they can't tell where one of them ends and the other begins. It's partly due to being drunk, Joel knows that, these abstract and nonsense thoughts he's having, but they're good thoughts, too. They make him feel warm all throughout.
He smiles at the two words Spencer says, by far the best two words Joel has ever heard, and his nose brushes back and forth against Spencer's skin as he tries to figure out whether or not he's capable of speaking in return. He doesn't have to say it, he knows without a doubt Spencer knows just how much he's loved. The words themselves don't always matter, but they feel so good. Both to hear them and say them. There's a strange certain power that comes with them, that comes with knowing not everyone can say them and mean them like this and perhaps that's silly and a little selfish, but Joel likes knowing that what they have is special. It's something not everyone has.
"Love you," he says in return, lifting his head just a little, enough to press a series of kisses along the edge of Spencer's jaw. He's no longer sure if he's drunk or if he's somehow sobered up over the course of the past hour, but whatever the case, he thinks he's at least slightly delirious from everything they've just done and he has to laugh against Spencer's throat. He's warm and extremely sated, but he thinks it'll be best if they don't fall asleep out here. They'll regret it tomorrow when they're sore and cramped, especially if they have hangovers, and he still can't help but think of how nice it would be to get Spencer into the shower. The bathroom in their home is quite nice and he's perfectly happy with it, but this apartment is exceptionally extravagant, like nothing they've had a chance to really enjoy, and he'd like to take advantage of all parts of it before they have to return home.
They're quiet for a time. Long enough that Joel can feel his skin starting to dry, the sweat cooling on his shoulders and at the small of his back, long enough that he can feel himself going soft inside Spencer, which drags another shiver out of him. Long enough that he can feel just how sticky they both really are and he smiles again, then nudges another kiss to Spencer's chin and then his lower lip. "We should go inside," he murmurs, his voice low and he finds his throat hurts a little and wonders just how loud he's really managed to be tonight. Rather than embarrass him, it only makes him grin and he pulls back a bit so he can better see Spencer's face, beautiful as always in the low light on the balcony. The setting they're in is lovely, the balcony itself well decorated and taken care of, their backdrop the Manhattan skyline, but Joel isn't looking at anything but Spencer right now. He's never looking at anything but Spencer.
It's difficult to pull himself any further away than this, but he manages, one hand sliding gently around Spencer's leg, hoping he hasn't cramped up at all from lying on a lounge chair for too long. "Let's go inside," he says and kisses Spencer's mouth again, then the tip of his nose. "And I'll start the shower."
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He smiles at the two words Spencer says, by far the best two words Joel has ever heard, and his nose brushes back and forth against Spencer's skin as he tries to figure out whether or not he's capable of speaking in return. He doesn't have to say it, he knows without a doubt Spencer knows just how much he's loved. The words themselves don't always matter, but they feel so good. Both to hear them and say them. There's a strange certain power that comes with them, that comes with knowing not everyone can say them and mean them like this and perhaps that's silly and a little selfish, but Joel likes knowing that what they have is special. It's something not everyone has.
"Love you," he says in return, lifting his head just a little, enough to press a series of kisses along the edge of Spencer's jaw. He's no longer sure if he's drunk or if he's somehow sobered up over the course of the past hour, but whatever the case, he thinks he's at least slightly delirious from everything they've just done and he has to laugh against Spencer's throat. He's warm and extremely sated, but he thinks it'll be best if they don't fall asleep out here. They'll regret it tomorrow when they're sore and cramped, especially if they have hangovers, and he still can't help but think of how nice it would be to get Spencer into the shower. The bathroom in their home is quite nice and he's perfectly happy with it, but this apartment is exceptionally extravagant, like nothing they've had a chance to really enjoy, and he'd like to take advantage of all parts of it before they have to return home.
They're quiet for a time. Long enough that Joel can feel his skin starting to dry, the sweat cooling on his shoulders and at the small of his back, long enough that he can feel himself going soft inside Spencer, which drags another shiver out of him. Long enough that he can feel just how sticky they both really are and he smiles again, then nudges another kiss to Spencer's chin and then his lower lip. "We should go inside," he murmurs, his voice low and he finds his throat hurts a little and wonders just how loud he's really managed to be tonight. Rather than embarrass him, it only makes him grin and he pulls back a bit so he can better see Spencer's face, beautiful as always in the low light on the balcony. The setting they're in is lovely, the balcony itself well decorated and taken care of, their backdrop the Manhattan skyline, but Joel isn't looking at anything but Spencer right now. He's never looking at anything but Spencer.
It's difficult to pull himself any further away than this, but he manages, one hand sliding gently around Spencer's leg, hoping he hasn't cramped up at all from lying on a lounge chair for too long. "Let's go inside," he says and kisses Spencer's mouth again, then the tip of his nose. "And I'll start the shower."