Re: Holly's place: Holly/ Noah
Holly would get back to being in control, man. Maybe not in a couple of days. But, he would get back there. Noah didn't have to buy into any bullshit to know that. But, it wasn't going to happen immediately, no matter how much Holly wanted it to. Noah didn't think anything of the dude's tears—I mean, empathy. Sympathy. But, he didn't, like, think Holly was weak or out of control or anything. He just wanted to keep the dude safe and warm and snuggled up, mostly. Which, as he'd learned earlier in their conversation, maybe wasn't the sexiest of responses. He could, like, work on that.
For now, he led Holly to the bed. And, as said a billion times, he knew Holly wasn't crippled or an invalid, but if the dude wanted to lean on him, he let him. If it was needy, Noah didn't mind. He was needy. When they sat, he glanced over as Holly let go of him, then worked on his shoes. He was telling Holly to go to sleep and wrestling his socks off, when Holly asked if he was overwhelming him, Noah. Noah got his feet bare and, putting them on the edge of the bed, shoved himself back, ass first, toward the head of the bed. He flopped down, his feet now where his ass had been, seated by Holly. "Man, shut up and lay down with me." Noah reached for his fly, to undo it, for maximum comfort, then sat up just enough to try for Holly's back, to brush his fingers there. Then he gave up on that and pressed a foot to the dude's back. "Layyyy wiiiith meeeeeeeee. You said I could spoon you."