He'll never tire of watching Joel take his clothes off, Spencer knows that for a fact. He has to bite down hard on his lip to hold back that moan that threatens to escape him just from watching the flex of Joel's arms, from wanting so badly to drag his hands down Joel's bare shoulders and chest, and he can feel himself getting hard just from the sight of his boyfriend undressing under the moonlight. They could end this night without being intimate, they have the rest of their lives--and Spencer catches himself at that thought because he wants to have the rest of their lives, and he's more confident than not that Joel does, too, but they haven't had that discussion yet and he doesn't know how early is too early because he's never done any of this before--to have sex whenever they want.
But then Joel's murmuring things about what makes Spencer a good student and then his shirt is coming off and Joel's tongue is tracing his collarbone, and he thinks maybe it would be a shame to let an opportunity to have sex here, in public, in the ocean and just far away enough from people they know, slip past them. He can't even think of anything to say as Joel lowers himself to his knees, his jaw just hangs open as obvious lust fills his eyes, and his hands tremble at his sides as he watches his boyfriend run his mouth over Spencer's briefs. He grasps for something, anything, but the rocks aren't going to cut it so he can only reach forward to hold onto Joel's shoulders.
"Talk back," he breathes, and it's followed by a huffed laugh. "Is this your way of punishing me? Because I have to say--ah, god, Joel--" He lifts one hand to thread through the other man's hair, tugging lightly as his hips roll forward involuntarily, his entire body and mind desperate for more. "If that's the case, I'll have to make a point of talking back more often." He uses his other hand to smooth over the planes of Joel's back, tracing his fingers along Joel's shoulder blades and dragging them back up his spine.
"Your lesson plan is very effective," he continues, leaning down just enough to be able to kiss the crown of Joel's head, needing as much contact as possible because he can't get enough of this man, can never be close enough to him. He wants nothing more than to get Joel naked and it's a primal urge, but it's not just a matter of the sex; it's the lack of layers between them, it's being completely bared for only one man to see, this man that he's chosen to let into his life. It's private--even in a public setting--and it's personal, it's just for them. His body and his heart, he's willing to give up full control of them but only for Joel.
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But then Joel's murmuring things about what makes Spencer a good student and then his shirt is coming off and Joel's tongue is tracing his collarbone, and he thinks maybe it would be a shame to let an opportunity to have sex here, in public, in the ocean and just far away enough from people they know, slip past them. He can't even think of anything to say as Joel lowers himself to his knees, his jaw just hangs open as obvious lust fills his eyes, and his hands tremble at his sides as he watches his boyfriend run his mouth over Spencer's briefs. He grasps for something, anything, but the rocks aren't going to cut it so he can only reach forward to hold onto Joel's shoulders.
"Talk back," he breathes, and it's followed by a huffed laugh. "Is this your way of punishing me? Because I have to say--ah, god, Joel--" He lifts one hand to thread through the other man's hair, tugging lightly as his hips roll forward involuntarily, his entire body and mind desperate for more. "If that's the case, I'll have to make a point of talking back more often." He uses his other hand to smooth over the planes of Joel's back, tracing his fingers along Joel's shoulder blades and dragging them back up his spine.
"Your lesson plan is very effective," he continues, leaning down just enough to be able to kiss the crown of Joel's head, needing as much contact as possible because he can't get enough of this man, can never be close enough to him. He wants nothing more than to get Joel naked and it's a primal urge, but it's not just a matter of the sex; it's the lack of layers between them, it's being completely bared for only one man to see, this man that he's chosen to let into his life. It's private--even in a public setting--and it's personal, it's just for them. His body and his heart, he's willing to give up full control of them but only for Joel.