Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
It probably came from the confidence and from the ability to glimpse into people's head, to feel what they feel, that made Noah lack hesitance and puritanical shame. He could (mostly) tell when people responded well to what he said, especially when he was alone with them and butted up against them, and, obviously, the same went for Holly about a hundredfold. A lot of the nerves that came from, like, dirty talk was just feeling like you were doing it wrong. And, according to Holly and his rapidly rising temperature, Noah wasn't doing it wrong. (Thankfully, in the deluge, he didn't get the part about saying the absolute worst things.) Holly's eyes lifted from Noah's lips, and he, Noah, laughed at the critical perspective of the fantasy he was painting. He was all stupid boy amusement and smugness with his hands on Holly's ass. "You're on you're stomach. Ass up, remember? Knees wide." Noah moved a hand between Holly's thighs from the back, as if to push them apart, then reeled it back in to rest on his ass. "I get down behind you, ducking my head down, and I pull your hard, weeping cock backward, just to run my head over your cock slit. Then I'm back up, on my knees, getting ready to fuck you." He smiled. "Is that better?"
It was better. He knew it was better, and Noah wanted to be in Holly's bed as much as Holly wanted him there. He could taste Holly's willingness. He didn't need to fuck him, man. He'd be fine with Holly running his hands over him, licking at the hair his fingers were tugging at now. He really wanted Holly on top of him, closer than he could be against the car, and so, he opened the door and got in. He invited the other dude, coaxed him with long fingers reaching out and taking hold of the green collar of jacket. But, Holly told him to lie back and removed his hands, his grip.—Noah just laughed and complied. He laid back on his elbows, legs still dangling out of the car, then pushed his way backward, so then, it was mostly just his feet hanging off the backseat and out the open door.
Holly climbed in and did as promised. He crawled on top of Noah, one leg between thighs that widened to accommodate and one wedged between thigh and seat back. Noah's head rested against the door opposite, and he smiled with a flooding warmth, lids low, as Holly drew up the length of him. His hands went to the dude's hips and tried to pull him down. "C'mere." His usual low urging, his usual insistent grip. "Next time, will you let me stay in the room when you start telling all the dudes about how good I fucked you?" He asked this with a grin. With his head back slightly, his hair was brushed off his forehead a little. He had a thought. He would kiss again in a second, I promise. "Were you jealous? Of your viewers and people seeing me last night?"