Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Holly's eyes narrowed just slightly when Noah laughed at the request for fantasy clarification. His mind was going, though, thoughts whirring and coalescing in a vivid fantasy that was built atop Noah's words. Like, literally, he was picturing it. It was the kinda imagining he always did when he was stroking himself off without any visual aids. He imagined, and he was good at it. The entire thing, what Noah was describing, was in vivid technicolor. Ass up, knees wide. He could see the chalk wall at the end of the bed, and he could almost feel the white sheets beneath palm and kneecaps. Noah's hand moved, and Holly resisted against that 'as-if' thigh spread, but that was deliberate, and Holly was still tingling. Yeah, okay, so maybe he was kinda easy. His cock strained at joggers as he imagined Noah on his knees. And, you know, he didn't answer Noah's smartass question, because he was hoping all that imagining on his part had been torture for Noah. You know, since Noah was clearly trying to torture him. He reached down to readjust his cock, pulling it up, head to low waistband.
Yeah, he wanted Noah in his bed. He wanted Noah there, but he was thinking about a thousand things other than Noah's cock inside him. Not that he wasn't turned on by thinking about that, but there was so much he hadn't even really gotten to look at, right? So, yeah, and he crawled over Noah and braced his hands on the seat, just past Noah's shoulders. They were both way too big, tall and thick, for this backseat, which just made him kinda laugh a little, because how stupid was this? But, right, he made no attempt to move whatever.
In fact, he just resisted the tug of Noah's hands on his hips for the briefest, deliberate moment, because, you know, he wanted it too. He wanted to feel Noah beneath him, here, now, sober, and, okay, so it wasn't the space of his bed, but, whatever. He stretched out, thigh between Noah's thighs, and the other still against the back of the seat. It put his cock high on Noah's thigh, and he scooted down just enough so that he could fold his arms against Noah's chest and rest his chin against his forearms. "Maybe," he said about letting Noah stay in the room when he talked about Noah fucking him. And, yeah, so there was a Richter-scale level spike of jealousy at Noah just asking the question about whether or not he, Holly, had been jealous. "You got your cock right up in front of that camera," was what he actually verbalized, you know, absolutely deadpan. "You walked right up to it, cock level. I think they could even how wet your slit was."