Re: [B&B: Holly & Noah]
Okay, okay, no one was talking about hookers. No one was talking about sex work at the moment. Holly was kinda stressed the fuck out about money, about leaving Noah with enough savings so that he never had to go back to his mom's place. But there was the bar now, and that potential income, and he could squirrel away Noah's paycheck, if he could get away with it. The OnlyFans was kicking, with requests coming in for extra dough, and the cam stuff did the rest. So, okay, stressed about money, but it wasn't controlling Holly's thoughts at the moment. Nah, that was the guy upstairs.
The guy coming down the stairs in those leggings that hugged his thighs, his balls, his ass, and, yeah, Holly was reeling him in. In a public space, unthinking, and Holly was usually crazy-careful about being too wild with Noah in public. The guy was still getting over the town learning he was gay, so Holly didn't want to make that worse. Okay, so he'd forgotten during that alley encounter, and he kinda forgot now. For a second. A second during which Noah was somehow closer, lips parted, tongue there, and Holly parted his own lips in invitation. His hand? Rested possessively on the curve of Noah's ample ass, and it was after a tangle of tongues and slant-mouth regret, that Holly pulled back.
Luckily, his jeans hid whatever he was feeling just fine, as did the layers that were mercifully long. He stepped back, and he stole the basketball from the guy. From there? It was a come-hither look over his shoulder, and he bounced the ball along the echoey hall and toward the back exit to the house. And it was nice outside. Cool, autumn, and the courts were far enough back that they wouldn't be in, like, full view of the house, which, bonus. "Coming?" he called out, knowing perfectly well that Noah would be. As for his thoughts? He was deliberately focused on Noah's thighs in those leggings, on the brief memory of them from the landing. So, yeah.