"I miss it, too," Spencer admits, resting a hand over Joel's chest, enjoying the warmth of the contact and the feel of the steady heartbeat beneath his palm. "If there was any actual chance we could get it out of there without having to take it apart first, I'd say we should just tell Charlotte we had sex on it so she'd give it up."
He grins up at his husband, knowing Joel will understand he's teasing, because neither of them would ever want to relive the horrors of Charlotte having any more knowledge whatsoever about their sex life. It'd been bad enough she'd walked in on them once before, though Spencer supposes it's a small mercy Joel had only been naked from the waist down behind the counter. He hadn't been able to look at her directly for some time after that, blushing furiously every time he'd accidentally made eye contact. It's funnier now that time has passed, of course, Spencer doesn't feel the same rush of embarrassment he had then; but that doesn't mean he's interested in experiencing anything like that ever again.
Which means they'll have to be extremely careful if they ever get up to anything in this room. If Dane were ever to wander down here looking for them, only to find them naked... God, Spencer doesn't even want to go there. Not now, not ever.
As it is, they're not naked when Dane comes in, and Spencer rushes for Joel's phone, quickly punching in its passcode so he can snap pictures of his husband picking up their son and setting him on the pool table. He switches the camera mode to shoot video then, smiling giddily as he moves closer to stand next to Joel, one reaching out press against the small of his husband's back while he keeps the camera focused on their son.
"Blue," Dane says confidently, swinging his legs. "Blue ball. Blue, blue, blue."
"That's exactly right, Junebug," Spencer tells him, "and what should Daddy do with the ball?"
Dane grins happily, showing his teeth as he holds the ball out toward Joel. "Cash!" He throws it then, and the ball gets just high enough to give Joel room to catch it. "Daddy cash ball!"
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He grins up at his husband, knowing Joel will understand he's teasing, because neither of them would ever want to relive the horrors of Charlotte having any more knowledge whatsoever about their sex life. It'd been bad enough she'd walked in on them once before, though Spencer supposes it's a small mercy Joel had only been naked from the waist down behind the counter. He hadn't been able to look at her directly for some time after that, blushing furiously every time he'd accidentally made eye contact. It's funnier now that time has passed, of course, Spencer doesn't feel the same rush of embarrassment he had then; but that doesn't mean he's interested in experiencing anything like that ever again.
Which means they'll have to be extremely careful if they ever get up to anything in this room. If Dane were ever to wander down here looking for them, only to find them naked... God, Spencer doesn't even want to go there. Not now, not ever.
As it is, they're not naked when Dane comes in, and Spencer rushes for Joel's phone, quickly punching in its passcode so he can snap pictures of his husband picking up their son and setting him on the pool table. He switches the camera mode to shoot video then, smiling giddily as he moves closer to stand next to Joel, one reaching out press against the small of his husband's back while he keeps the camera focused on their son.
"Blue," Dane says confidently, swinging his legs. "Blue ball. Blue, blue, blue."
"That's exactly right, Junebug," Spencer tells him, "and what should Daddy do with the ball?"
Dane grins happily, showing his teeth as he holds the ball out toward Joel. "Cash!" He throws it then, and the ball gets just high enough to give Joel room to catch it. "Daddy cash ball!"