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asharpertongue) wrote2014-07-07 10:04 pm
asharpertongue) wrote2014-07-07 10:04 pm
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Beach BBQ [Open]
Levi's idea for a beach party had been a good one. After the past few weeks they both needed to blow off a little steam and Lara had taken to the idea like the proverbial siren to water, inviting all her employees and friends. Levi had put the word out at the police station and among his closer friends so between them a decent crowd was forming.
The tables lining the beach were piled high with food and drink, a DJ was already in full swing and people were drifting over to the large bonfire for warmth as the chill started to cut through the summer evening. A few of the Heart of Gold employees had brought their kids along for the festivities and a friend of Lara's was performing little glamours and tricks to keep them entertained. Large clusters of huge pillows were dotted about the beach just a little way from Levi's house and lanterns and firelight bathed the whole area in a warm glow.
Maybe Lara had taken it a little far but she liked to treat her friends and everyone could use a little R&R.
OOC: Levi and Lara's friends have been officially invited, but everyone else feel free to wander in at your leisure~.
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It comes as a bit of a surprise just how much he likes that. The little burst of pain brings him back, makes him more aware of everything, of how warm and tight Spencer is around his fingers, the cool waves that lap at their skin, how heavy the night feels, like it's wrapped around them, giving them all the privacy they need. He knows that last bit isn't true, that they're just as easily heard as the waves that hit the shore, but he makes no effort to quiet Spencer and his own gasps only get louder as Spencer pushes himself down, forcing Joel's fingers deeper into his body.
He's not normally prone to cursing, but Spencer's fist twists around him in just the right way and Joel's fingers are so deep inside him that it slips out, a strangled, "Fuck," that he tries to muffle against Spencer's throat. But it surprises a laugh out of him at the same time and he presses his lips to the side of Spencer's neck, his fingers twisting as he kisses a line up toward his ear. "I could close the store," he mumbles, only half-aware he's speaking at all, because he's desperate as he slowly withdraws his fingers, reaching down with that hand to find Spencer's on his cock. He fumbles briefly, but then his fingers close down around Spencer's, urging him to take control, to guide Joel into him at whatever pace he wants. "Close the store, quit my job, I could just do this full-time."
He's teasing, only half-aware of what he's even saying as he releases is hold on Spencer's hand, letting him take control. For a moment, both his hands fall to Spencer's hips and then one arm locks around him again, the other snaking between their bodies to find Spencer's cock.
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He's also talking, though, about what Joel says about quitting his job. He knows his boyfriend isn't being serious about closing the store but sometimes, in moments like this or when they're lying in bed together or even when Joel does something as small as smile at him from across the room, Spencer thinks that he could do the same thing. He could drop everything for this man, go anywhere Joel wants to go because he can't imagine life without him now. The mere thought of losing Joel in any way is what makes Spencer lean in for an aggressive kiss, deep and passionate and raw, as he whimpers at the sound of Joel cursing before he lifts his hips so he can settle onto Joel's cock.
"I--ah, god, I would leave the library in a second if it meant we could do this full-time," he says, and he buries his face against Joel's shoulder as he guides Joel into him. It's rougher than usual thanks to the sting of the salt water, he's still tight even though he tries to relax so he can accept Joel's length, and his entire body is trembling from how tense he is as his breaths come in shallow gasps until Joel is finally filling him entirely.
He needs to stay still for a moment and Joel seems to understand that because he only holds Spencer closer. The lapping of the waves that surround them soothes Spencer into a more relaxed state and he pulls back slightly so he can leave a trail of kisses from Joel's collarbone up to his neck until he riches his lips for something softer this time, something sweet and encouraging to let Joel know he's okay. The waves give him leverage, make it easier for him to pull himself up only to sink back down onto Joel's cock with a moan. Joel's body is the only warmth he's getting from the comparative coolness of the ocean but he can feel his body flushing from the rush of pleasure that's pulsing through him.
He rests his forehead against Joel's, eyes closed and lips parted as he keeps moving slowly but steadily, grateful that they've found somewhere so isolated because he wants them to be able to take their time. Being intimate in the ocean, under the light of the moon and stars, is something he wants to savor for as long as he can.
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"Oh, god, Spencer," he groans, his hands smoothing over his back under the water as he slowly sinks down onto Joel's cock. In his position, he doesn't have much control, he can't do much more but let Spencer move as he wants to, but he's perfectly happy giving that to him. For a moment all he does it hold Spencer close, feeling his body adjust, but then he's moving, then he's lifting himself up and sinking back down, and Joel's lips part as a deep shiver runs through him, so beyond turned on that he doesn't even know what to do.
He's so in love with him. The thought occurs to him again and Joel laughs softly, though it's cut off by another moan as Spencer continues to move. The waves seem to be helping, guiding, and Joel lifts one hand, burying his fingers in Spencer's hair so he can pull him in for another long kiss. He's inside Spencer in the ocean, surrounded by water, the wide open sky, everything quiet and peaceful, nothing to interrupt them at all. The sounds of the party have long since faded away and all Joel can hear is the sound of the wind and the water and their gasps and moans as Spencer slowly rides him.
"Spencer," he breathes again and it's the only thing he can think to say, he's so dizzy with desire and affection. "Spencer, god... Spencer... you..." But it really is the only word that he can manage to say and instead of saying anything more, he leans in for another kiss, his tongue parting Spencer's lips, sweeping into his mouth with a moan. At the same time he reaches between them again and takes hold of Spencer's cock, the water making it easy for his hand to glide over him.
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He moans into Joel's mouth as they kiss and he can already feel himself getting close, his ass tightening around Joel's cock every time he sinks back down, letting Joel fill him over and over with his length, all along quite sure that he's going to pass out from how good Joel makes him feel. Joel keeps saying his name but Spencer can't even find it in himself to reply, just hugs Joel tightly to him as he does his best to keep in control when his boyfriend takes his cock in hand.
It's so much at once and Spencer knows that despite his efforts, he's not going to be able to last much longer. They can do this again, he reminds himself, again and again and again because Joel isn't going anywhere and neither is he. They have all sorts of new experiences to share together, new ways of making each other feel the way nobody else has been able to, and Spencer is looking forward to every single one of them because each time they have sex, he's pretty convinced that nothing can beat it; but with every night they're naked together, losing themselves in each other's touch and falling asleep with their limbs still tangled, Spencer realizes that it's only ever going to get better.
"Joel," he finally manages to whisper before his body tenses and he's whimpering, a long and low sounds that emits from further in his throat than he thought possible as he comes, spilling into Joel's hand before the water washes any sign of it away in a split second. The orgasm had been quiet, restrained thanks to the surrounding quiet of the evening, and he lets out short, shallow breaths as he drops his forehead against Joel's shoulder. He's still moving over Joel's cock, still riding his boyfriend even as his body shudders over and over from the sensation of still having Joel's length pumping into him, still pressing against that spot. He lifts his head and licks a line up Joel's neck to his earlobe, reveling in the taste of the salt on the other man's skin, content to go as long as he needs to so that he can feel Joel release inside of him.
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Whatever it is, something is different, and when Spencer comes, when he whispers Joel's name like that, it's all he can do to keep himself from coming right away. His feet press down into the sand and he slips his hand off Spencer gently, both his hands moving to Spencer's hips, helping to guide him slowly and he knows he isn't going to last much longer, not with his name on Spencer's lips, not with his body tightening around his cock and Joel lets out a long, shuddering sigh as Spencer's forehead comes to a rest against his shoulder.
The feel of Spencer's tongue on his neck startles him and he groans in surprise, both his hands tightening on Spencer's hips as he tugs him down, burying himself inside of him, gasping for air at the same time. "Oh, god. Spencer." His hips jerk, pushing himself as deep inside Spencer as he possibly can before he comes, a desperate shudder coursing through him as he does and he's never had anything like this, he's never known how incredible it feels just to come inside someone he loves this much. He's on the verge of laughing as he rides the last few waves of his orgasm, this feeling, this unexplainable, impossible to define feeling nearly overwhelming him.
But it's not unexplainable, he thinks, wrapping his arms tight around Spencer, holding him close in the water. It's not impossible to define. He's in love and it makes perfect sense. He'll tell him soon, he decides, maybe not tonight, maybe not even tomorrow, but soon. He's breathing hard, his shoulders heaving, his heart beating fast, but it still feels peaceful somehow, quiet and relaxed, and he knows they can't very well stay in the water forever, but there's a part of him that wants to try anyway. That never wants to move from this very spot.
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"Joel, I..." He trails off, not even sure what he'd meant to say in the first place. He's been feeling so many different things over the course of the past couple months, since Joel had walked into his life and turned everything upside down, and sometimes he still doesn't really know how to process any of them. His life had been so empty, he realizes, so void of what's keeping him so afloat now and that's Joel, it will always be Joel.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," he finishes quietly, almost shyly because it's not nearly as encompassing as he'd like it to be even though it's still the truth. He could have gone through life without ever having met Joel, as much as the very thought distresses him, but what makes his stomach actually turn is a life of being with Joel only to lose him. He can't be without this and he knows that if Joel can help it, his boyfriend won't ever give him a reason to be; but the fact remains, he'd be absolutely lost without Joel by his side.
He glances over his shoulder at the shore and lets out a little sigh. "I don't want this night to end."
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He doesn't know what he'd do without Spencer either. To have had this and to lose it is such a daunting thought and Joel knows himself well enough to know he wouldn't get over it. He'd lock himself in his apartment, he'd run the store, but that would be the end of it. He wouldn't be the same man ever again.
Glancing toward the shore as well, Joel can just make out the shape of the rocks on the beach, and he smiles, wishing for the same thing. If there was some way for them to stay out here, to not have to return to reality, he'd more than happily take it, but as it is, he can feel himself growing soft inside of Spencer and he carefully, slowly draws his hips back, a muffled sigh escaping him as he does. "It doesn't have to end yet," he murmurs lifting one arm out of the water, brushing his fingertips against Spencer's temple, the line of his jaw. "We can go home now. By the time we get there we'll be covered in salt and sand. We should... we'd probably need to shower."
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It doesn't quite compute sometimes. He couldn't have hoped for someone to complement him better, someone who'd be so willing to just lay out and read in silence with their legs tangled in bed or their fingers brushing in between page turns. It doesn't make sense that the first person he's ever so desperately wanted to be with is a man so perfect for him, the odds of that happening are so beyond slim that coming up with a percentage would be pointless. Joel is an anomaly, really, an exception that had been made by the world for Spencer for some reason he doesn't think he'll ever figure out but he'll take it. He'll take it, and he won't let it go.
He begrudgingly unhinges his legs from around Joel's waist and lets his feet hit the sand, groaning his displeasure even though Joel suggests a welcome alternative. "Shower," he repeats, giving a slight nod before running his hands down the other man's sides and letting them come to a rest on Joel's hips. "We'd be saving the environment, too, by showering together. Waste not, right?"
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"And the water will be much warmer, too," he adds, his smile growing a little as he glances over at Spencer, which he thinks will be welcome for both of them. The breeze has picked up a bit and now that they're coming out of the water Joel is feeling fairly cool, goosebumps rising on his wet skin. He wishes again that he'd thought to brought a towel, because they're either going to have to get dressed still wet or stand in the cool breeze until they dry.
"Okay, your decision," he says, reaching for Spencer's hand and tugging him back toward the rocks. The wind won't be as bad there, but it's not exactly going to be warm and he can already feel himself starting to shiver. "Get dressed while we're wet or wait until we're dry? I didn't bring a towel, but I also hadn't planned on the moonlight swim." No matter how cold he might be now, though, he doesn't regret a second of it.
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Then again, being anywhere that Joel is has been good enough for him, and he doesn't foresee that changing. They could lie down on the sand, tangled in each other and thinking nothing of what might happen when the moon disappears and the sun rises. They could do these things, Spencer thinks, and it would be fine because they'd be doing it together.
It's the sudden chill of the breeze that seems to have cooled even more since they'd stepped into the water that convinces him that in spite of his willingness to close his eyes and keep them closed until morning, they really ought to head back home. The shower's warm there, like Joel says, and he's already reaching for his clothes before he starts to answer the question. "The sooner we get back, the better," he says, grateful that he'd worn a sweater tonight as he pulls it back out, though it's not without a shiver. He's still cold, his teeth chatter every so often and he has to wrap his arms around himself as he leans over to pull on his briefs, but he knows what's waiting for him back home and it gives him the push he needs.
"Actually, scratch that. The sooner I can get you naked again and in the bath, the better."
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Joel smiles, running one hand through his damp hair before he reaches for Spencer's hand. The idea of going back to Spencer's house and running a warm shower or bath for the two of them sounds especially appealing after how cool the ocean water was and he loops one arm around Spencer's waist, tugging him away from the rocks again so they can head back. "Too bad my sister is at my apartment. because the tub in my bathroom..." He trails off and shakes his head, still smiling. He's not much of one for luxuries like baths or anything most people consider especially relaxing, but he's always enjoys his tub in particular. It's deep and long and he can actually stretch out in it.
"You'd fit," he says, looking Spencer up and down, as if he's only just noticed how tall his boyfriend is. He tucks himself closer to Spencer's body, leaning against him as they walk. "You would definitely fit. I don't think most baths are made for anyone much taller than five feet, but the one in my apartment is huge. That and my balcony are my favourite things about that place." And his books. The fact that it's quiet and private. That it's his. He's not attached to it, really, in the same way he doesn't often get attached to material things, but it's the only place that's been completely his and he loves it for that alone.
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He's never been able to look at someone and know that they have a definite place in his life, in his future, but whenever Spencer thinks about it now, Joel is always there. Joel's a permanent fixture, as far as Spencer is concerned, and it actually makes his heart flutter in his chest to briefly let himself consider what it would be like--what it will be like, he's sure of it--when he and Joel decide to take the next step, then the next and next until they're happily settled down together in the way Spencer never would have pictured for himself.
He presses a kiss to Joel's neck, welcoming the closeness with which they walk in stride together and letting himself forget the goosebumps that haven't quite gone away yet because the breeze keeps hitting him just so. He can't hide his smile this time when Joel says he'd fit, mostly because that seems to apply to everything between the two of them. The way their hands interlock, the way Joel slides so much more easily inside of him every time they're intimate, the way Spencer has just the right amount of space when he rests his head on Joel's shoulder--all of it just seems to prove that this couldn't be any other way, there couldn't be anyone else who'd be as perfect a match.
"Can't you just bring it with you to my place?" he asks, tone lightly teasing. "I'm sure your sister wouldn't mind losing the bath, just until we can make good use of it." He actually quite likes being in Joel's apartment, there's a warmth about it and it feels lived-in and familiar, though he suspects all of that is due to it belonging to Joel. Anywhere Joel is seems to feel like the right place to be as of late. "The next time Charlotte's out, we'll have to sneak in. The promise of anything that actually fits me is too good to pass up."
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But he can do these things for Spencer, he realizes, if Spencer will let him. And it's not that he doesn't think Spencer is capable of doing things on his own, but he likes the idea of being able to help in that way. It seems more useful to do it for someone he loves this much than to just do it for himself.
"She's only here for another week before they go back home," he points out with a little smile. Whether or not she decides on moving back permanently still isn't something she's brought up, but Joel is waiting for the conversation, waiting for her to bring it up and ask him to talk to their parents for her. The truth is, he's both nervous and excited about the idea of having her close again. "Then we'll be able to use my place again as much as we want."
He shrugs a little after he's said it, squinting slightly in the dark. "I like being at your place, though, don't get me wrong. I- I like spending the night there. I think... I'd like being anywhere, so long as you're there."