"Well, I'm not being a very good teacher right now either," Joel admits and he has to suck his lower lip between his teeth, biting down on it a little harder than he normally does the second Spencer's legs are suddenly around his waist. He can feel his erection brushing against the back of Spencer's thigh and though he keeps his grip tight, he lets his hands roam down, sliding over Spencer's back and over the curve of his ass, hitching him a little higher. "The trick is to expend as little energy as possible." His legs are bent at the knee, his thighs parallel to the top of the water as he does a slow egg-beater kick, keeping their heads above the water easily and without much effort. It leaves his hands free, too, which he's extremely grateful for as his fingers slide over Spencer's ass, a light, teasing brush more than anything. But it's as much a tease to himself as it is to Spencer and he wants to be touching him more than this, he wants to be exploring him with his hands and his mouth and his fingers become a little more insistent, one pressing against Spencer gently before he pulls back again with a grin.
"I'll tread water for now," he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse as he ducks his head and traces the tip of up tongue up toward Spencer's ear. "You can just hang onto me." He's going to get distracted soon enough, he knows that, he's going to need to take them further in so he can either touch the sand under their feet or drag Spencer right back onto the beach and into the little semi-circle of rocks. He wishes he'd thought to bring a towel or a blanket or anything so he could lay Spencer down on the beach without thought, but this hadn't been his plan tonight.
He should know by now, Spencer distracts him from any and all plans he might have made, and he's never been happier to not be entirely sure where his evenings might lead. He's just as likely now to end up curled up on a couch with a book in his hand and Spencer's feet propped up in his lap as he is falling into bed with Spencer, beyond needy, beyond desperate, his hands searching for smooth, warm skin. Most of the time it feels as thought his life has both been turned completely upside down and not changed at all and he has no idea how Spencer has managed such a thing, but he loves every moment of it. He's never felt so normal and so different all at once.
His hips roll a little, his erection pressing harder against the underside of Spencer's thigh and he lets out a little gasp, the cool water lapping at his back and shoulders. "I'll really teach you one day," he promises, leaning in to press little kisses against Spencer's jaw and then his cheek. "You'll have to wear swimming trunks then, though, or I'll never get anywhere with lessons."
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"I'll tread water for now," he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse as he ducks his head and traces the tip of up tongue up toward Spencer's ear. "You can just hang onto me." He's going to get distracted soon enough, he knows that, he's going to need to take them further in so he can either touch the sand under their feet or drag Spencer right back onto the beach and into the little semi-circle of rocks. He wishes he'd thought to bring a towel or a blanket or anything so he could lay Spencer down on the beach without thought, but this hadn't been his plan tonight.
He should know by now, Spencer distracts him from any and all plans he might have made, and he's never been happier to not be entirely sure where his evenings might lead. He's just as likely now to end up curled up on a couch with a book in his hand and Spencer's feet propped up in his lap as he is falling into bed with Spencer, beyond needy, beyond desperate, his hands searching for smooth, warm skin. Most of the time it feels as thought his life has both been turned completely upside down and not changed at all and he has no idea how Spencer has managed such a thing, but he loves every moment of it. He's never felt so normal and so different all at once.
His hips roll a little, his erection pressing harder against the underside of Spencer's thigh and he lets out a little gasp, the cool water lapping at his back and shoulders. "I'll really teach you one day," he promises, leaning in to press little kisses against Spencer's jaw and then his cheek. "You'll have to wear swimming trunks then, though, or I'll never get anywhere with lessons."