He nearly snorts at that, shaking his head even though he's sure Joel isn't actually expecting an answer because they both know there's no reason for doubt. "You're the only teacher for me," he says earnestly, leaning into the other man and not bothering to hold back his pleased smile at the cheek kiss. "Not to mention the only person I want to end any sort of session with in the nude." Nobody else could possibly touch him the way Joel has, not even just physically but in the ways that have allowed Spencer to let down his walls and open his heart to a man he'd gotten to know over a bottle of whiskey. Most days, he finds it nearly impossible to get out of bed because Joel's arms will still be around him or their legs will be tangled or they'll be blinking sleep from their eyes as their lips brush for a morning kiss, and Spencer has no idea how any of this happened in the considerably short time they've been together.
He'll take it for as long as Joel will give it to him, though. He knows without a shadow of a doubt that finding Joel is the single best thing that has ever happened to him and his chest swells with a powerful surge of overwhelming affection for the man next to him who looks so breathtakingly gorgeous under the light of the moon and stars. He's lost track of the number of times he's had to stop what he's doing just to gaze at Joel from across the room, to admire the arch of his back or the curve of his ass; to think about what he knows Joel looks like under the shirt and the jeans and the cardigan; and sometimes it's almost too much, sometimes he feels like he needs to step away from his boyfriend just to give himself a break because there are still moments when he feels like this is too good to be true and that he isn't deserving of how much care Joel gives him.
His heart beats fast, and he wonders if Joel can feel it against his own chest. Spencer gladly takes Joel's hands as he follows the other man cautiously over the rocks, and it's a good thing he does because he nearly slips on one and follows it with a nervous but amused laugh. He's safe, though. He always feels that way when Joel is next to him, and it's only emphasized by the way his boyfriend's arms wrap around his waist as they gaze at each other. "I don't know, I didn't mind that one," he teases. He grins into the kiss, threading his fingers through Joel's curls and allowing himself to fully appreciate this moment. They're alone, under an incredible night sky in this sometimes truly beautiful small town of theirs, and it's quiet this far down the beach aside from the crash of the waves against the shore. He's perfect, Spencer thinks, Joel is unquestionably perfect and this evening is shaping up to be quite the same.
He doesn't break the kiss as he moves his other hand down to slide under Joel's cardigan and shirt and as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, he curls his fingers over the hem of Joel's top and tugs. "Teach me," he murmurs. "I'll do my best to be a model student."
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He'll take it for as long as Joel will give it to him, though. He knows without a shadow of a doubt that finding Joel is the single best thing that has ever happened to him and his chest swells with a powerful surge of overwhelming affection for the man next to him who looks so breathtakingly gorgeous under the light of the moon and stars. He's lost track of the number of times he's had to stop what he's doing just to gaze at Joel from across the room, to admire the arch of his back or the curve of his ass; to think about what he knows Joel looks like under the shirt and the jeans and the cardigan; and sometimes it's almost too much, sometimes he feels like he needs to step away from his boyfriend just to give himself a break because there are still moments when he feels like this is too good to be true and that he isn't deserving of how much care Joel gives him.
His heart beats fast, and he wonders if Joel can feel it against his own chest. Spencer gladly takes Joel's hands as he follows the other man cautiously over the rocks, and it's a good thing he does because he nearly slips on one and follows it with a nervous but amused laugh. He's safe, though. He always feels that way when Joel is next to him, and it's only emphasized by the way his boyfriend's arms wrap around his waist as they gaze at each other. "I don't know, I didn't mind that one," he teases. He grins into the kiss, threading his fingers through Joel's curls and allowing himself to fully appreciate this moment. They're alone, under an incredible night sky in this sometimes truly beautiful small town of theirs, and it's quiet this far down the beach aside from the crash of the waves against the shore. He's perfect, Spencer thinks, Joel is unquestionably perfect and this evening is shaping up to be quite the same.
He doesn't break the kiss as he moves his other hand down to slide under Joel's cardigan and shirt and as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, he curls his fingers over the hem of Joel's top and tugs. "Teach me," he murmurs. "I'll do my best to be a model student."