Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Fuck the Jenga tower, right? Well, not literally, but Holly didn't care at this precise moment in time. Hey, Twilight Zone, it was time for a piss break, so, you know, pause. Holly would absolutely return to his freakout already in progress. Which, you know, meant that he was there, being a tease and leaning against Noah, hands on Noah's stomach and fingers tugging at hair.
He wasn't expecting the jacket, just like no one expected the Spanish Inquisition, right? Like, he'd wanted the jacket earlier, but, after the assertion that he'd have to give it back, he didn't actually expect Noah to hand it over. Maybe he should've expected it, but he didn't. So, okay, there was a blip of warm pleasure, shards of surprise, and he stepped back just enough to let Noah shrug out of the windbreaker. The flimsy fabric came to rest on Holly's shoulders, and he took a second to slip his arms in the sleeves. He turned his head, burying his nose against the collar and smelling sweat, and then he looked down.
Which, yeah, gave him a nice view of Noah's cock in those pants. Holly's dropped gaze lingered, and then Noah said that thing about warming him up, and Holly forgot that things had changed, you know, just for the briefest glimmer-shine of an instant. He smiled, and the smile was reminiscent of the smiles during that first month on cam. Teasing, smug, small but sure. "Will you, baby? And how are you going to do that?" he deadpanned. And then the kiss came. Yeah, Holly teased. Deliberate, tugging fingers, and he moaned against Noah's jaw when fingers slid over the seam of his jeans and over asscrack. He let the snare of fingers in long hair immobilize, giving Noah a tiny victory with a small chuckle, nearly soundless but making his belly shake a little.
He wasn't surprised when teeth found his lower lip, but he still tugged free. Slowly, hard, whatever was required, even if it drew blood and with a bit of grin. Whatever, and he slipped his other hand beneath Noah's shirt, letting his cold fingers join his warm ones. That hand he slid up, bunching sweatshirt as he went, to toy with the hair around one of Noah's fat nipples. He tugged there too, on that halo of dark hair, and then he let Noah have the kiss, you know, if he wanted it. He gave it up with parted lips just a few centimeters away from Noah's, and he waited.