Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Now wasn't the time. There was a reason Noah'd never told other Holly about this stuff, you know. Some ethicist(?) might've felt he was compelled to, you know? That it was only fair, given the absolute obliteration of privacy. But, dude, it was super weird and super awkward, and it wasn't something he even really liked. It just happened. And to be totally honest, Noah couldn't have said why he chose to tell this Holly, other than he liked him and, being, uh, more... entwined than friends were, it would eventually probably become obvious, the way Noah's moods mirrored Holly's with creepy precision. So, he wasn't, like, upset he'd told Holly. It was just—well, he'd never told anyone, so kinda nerve-racking. So, yeah, no, now wasn't the time. Noah wasn't nerve-racked rn. He hadn't forgotten—the way Holly hadn't forgotten—the nuclear warhead that'd detonated on the horizon. Fallout was coming their way. The Jenga tower was on the brink of collapse and pressure was pressure. It was all still there, but Noah led the distraction as best he could.
Holly didn't react to the reiteration of his thoughts aloud, but Noah knew he wasn't all still-waters. He laughed at the lack, like that itself was something, and he shrugged when he was told he'd freeze. "You're not even wearing a jacket. Come here." Noah knew he was probably going to come out of this encounter without a coat. He shrugged out of the windbreaker, which left him in his gray hoodie, and, when Holly came closer, Noah draped it over his shoulders. Okay, that meant Noah's boner was more obvious, but oh, well. Holly's hand, the one led and placed on Noah's stomach, made him take in a cool breath, but he laughed a little. His skin was warm under chilled fingers. "I'll warm you up," he offered, like all the filthy flirting from when they'd been stuck in the bounds of the digital world, glimpses on screens and everything limited to promise, instead of possibility.
Noah kissed Holly, and the other dude was being teasing, retreating, kissing chin and just over there, and Noah smiled as he sought to catch Holly's lips. He laughed a little again, and that was just before fingers caught in dark hair and tugged. Holly didn't have to worry. Noah wasn't thinking this was going somewhere—he didn't even have any lube on him, dude; well, maybe there was some in the glove box, but still or buried in his gym back in the back—but, the point was, Noah didn't need it to go somewhere to enjoy the fact that he had Holly against him like this. It wasn't something that was destined to happen, you know? Two days ago, after the motel, he wouldn't have imagined himself here. He would've hoped. Like he had this morning. But, reality was better, dude. Holly, not anger, not drunk, was solid and a good handful. Noah kept one hand on Holly's ass, fingertips pressing to the seam over asscrack, and his other hand came up to snare in long hair at nape. He tried to get Holly to hold his head still, so he, Noah, could kiss him. "Brat," was what he muttered, before kissing Holly hard and catching on his bottom lip with teeth, so he wouldn't pull away.