Re: [B&B: Holly & Noah]
Okay, so, truth? Holly was always way aware of his surroundings, and right now? There was nothing but tunnel vision and Noah. The guy on the other side of the counter was like this starburst and blinding thing in this room of wooden paneling, and Holly was like a fish caught on a hook. So, yeah, pretense? Gone. He watched Noah, watched that nearly-shy smile, that hint of nervous that Holly really didn't normally associate with the guy. But the lip chewing Noah did? Yeah, Holly absolutely associated that with Noah, and Holly was holding his breath as Noah reached out and brushed thumb to lower lip.
He was so fucking ready by the time Noah's lips brushed his. Caught breath, exhale, eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds, he kissed Noah hard... worry hard, and want hard, and exhaustion hard. All of it, there and in the hungry slant of mouth over mouth. But, right, right, right... Noah was working, and Holly drew back with a groan and spit making his lower lip shine. He swallowed thick, and he busied himself hitching that bag higher on his shoulder. And the words that came out of his mouth next? Weren't really very Holly at all, but, look, the guy was feeling kinda tense: "We should go, idk, shoot some hoops or something when you get a break." He'd seem some guys shooting hoops on the tennis courts out back, and he knew Noah was all about being physical. So, yeah.