Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Holly didn't actually understand Noah's 'thing' entirely yet. Give him time, and he would get it, but he'd learned a lot of stuff in the past few days, and he hadn't sat down to tear it all apart like string cheese. He knew Noah got what he, Holly, was actively thinking and feeling, but he didn't get there was something deeper than that. He was only starting to question how much his wants affected Noah's wants, because that conversation had kinda been truncated when Noah realized precisely where Holly was leading it. So, yeah, but the truth? Was that Holly was glad Noah was there. In that moment, feeling how he felt, he was really glad Noah was there, regardless of his momentary lack of self-preservation as a result.
Breaking the kiss was very hard.
But, you know, it was kinda worth it, and not just because he might actually get a few minutes to, you know, look. No, it was kinda worth it because Noah looked adorably confused over there with his parted lips. Holly was mildly entertained, and a sliver of that showed on his face as Noah leaned back against the Jeep with resignation that Holly was fairly sure was all for show. The impact of metal had to be a bad thing, right? But there wasn't a reaction, and Holly forgot about it after a second. Noah chewed his own lip, and Holly looked.
"You tell me," was his response when Noah asked what he was thinking, and Holly's gaze started low, at Noah's feet... big. Up, over legs and thighs in tight, tight pants... leggings? Would those be called leggings? Anyway, he knew Noah's shins and thighs were muscled beneath fabric, but there was lament at not, like, having looked his fill when he could. Up, over crotch and, you know, lingering there, up, belly, up, chest. Broad, right? He was thinking that Noah was broader than he'd originally thought. Maybe the fact that Noah wasn't, like, bulky with a shirt off had made it harder to notice? Um, maybe. He thought about wanting to touch the dip of vee at his hip. He thought way too long about hair, dark and thick and whorls of it. He went over those whorls in his head, you know, where they were, up. Over Noah's arms and down to his hands, one arm at a time, and lingering at armpits and fingers. Then, you know, over Noah's face. He stared. Like, stared. His thoughts flashed all over the place, right? Looking for similarities for differences. Everything from the scar to the direction Noah's curls disobediently twirled in. Appreciative. Warm? Yeah, warm.
So, yeah, about 5 minutes of that? And then he stepped forward, closer, until he was right there. And, you know, he just licked that scar at the edge of Noah's mouth.