Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Holly liked the windbreaker for obvious reasons. Let's not even go into how young that was, right? The appreciation of a piece of clothing just because it belonged to a specific someone. Like, that windbreaker had probably sat on a shelf with every other school-issued jacket, and none of them mattered in the way this one did. It was completely illogical, but Holly blamed his sappiness on old movies and their romantic simplicity, and he just liked the windbreaker. He liked the way Noah looked at him wearing it too, and he liked the way Noah's hand moved down to readjust in, like a completely obvious way. Holly was hard, but his track pants were pretty loose, and he wasn't particularly worried about fabric tenting. Anyway, as soon as Noah tugged him close? His, Holly's, cock pressed up against belly and waistband, and yeah. "What were we talking about on the phone? My memory sucks." Deadpan, and a lie.
He tore away from that kiss, and he liked the thought of a swollen lip. Holly, it seemed, was into marking, though, you know, it was a new thing. Everything was a new thing, right? Even the kissing. He tugged on hair, ran his fingertips against the grain in search of the texture of the strands. It was slow, the touch, and Holly really liked the way Noah breathed through his mouth like an idiotically turned-on boy. It was, like, so fucking open or something, and Holly lapped it up.
So, right, he offered parted lips and distance temporarily enforced by cold night air. He grinned the smallest bit when Noah jerked him forward, and Holly was good this time. He didn't pull back or bite or anything. He kissed Noah back. He gave as good as he got, and both of his hands came down to Noah's sides and cupped there, like, deliberately, wanting to see how far against Noah's skin his fingertips could span. He was considering pulling back, you know, to look, but then Noah moved for the door, and Holly pulled back, but this time it was to watch. He wasn't sure what Noah was doing, and he watched with question posed in eyebrows instead of voiced in words.
Noah yanked on collar, and Noah sat, and Holly just gave him one of those looked that was calm, but entertained, and with laughter hidden in the corners of deadpan. "Are you trying to get me up there, or am I supposed to just stay down here, between your thighs?" he asked, allowing himself to be pulled.