Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Noah wasn't making fun of Holly. He just thought it was funny that Holly thought to pick apart fantasy. It wouldn't have occurred to him. But, he got that Holly was imagining this, right? Obviously. I mean, he was getting flashes, like a projector skipping frames with its light thrown on the wall. It wasn't everything, but he knew it was happening. He could see Holly's wall, the one behind his bed, scribbled with messages in chalk—messages he'd spent some of the morning reading. (He'd even left his own, down in an easily-missed corner. It's was just 'Noah was here'—like the scene, you know? In Shawshank, except not sad.)—The point being, Holly wasn't easy. Noah was probably easy, but Holly wasn't. But, the imagining was torture. Noah was into it, even as he asked his smartass question, and he kinda wished Holly would keep going. Instead, Holly reached to adjust his cock, and Noah tried to look. That whole thing with cockhead in waistband? That was cheating. Noah had just mentioned tonguing along slit, for Christ's sake. He made a sound of annoyance.
And maybe it was stupid for two dudes their size to be atop each other in the narrowish backseat of the Jeep, but Noah wasn't thinking about that. Holly laughed, but Noah was focusing on how Holly felt on him, braced and heavy. "You feel good," Noah said predictably, wanting to kiss Holly, wanting to brand him, wanting to touch him, wanting a lot of things, and getting very few of them. He tried to pull the dude's hips down and Holly resisted for a second. "Dude." But, he caved, Holly did, and Noah settled almost comfortably as Holly stretched out and folded his arms over the breadth of Noah's chest. Their faces were inches apart. (Noah was aware of the precise location of Holly's cock too.) He breathed out a slow breath and watched it frill at Holly's bands. He smiled.
His hand, the one against the seat, came up to trail aimlessly over Holly's shoulders, down his back where it could reach. His other he lifted to put behind his head, to cushion it from the door. (He'd bring it back in when they started kissing again. When. Not if.) Right now, he was kind of maybe enjoying that barb of jealousy as it rose in Holly. His smile widened. He laughed. "They could not. Dude, put your laptop on a higher stool." He looked down his nose at Holly then, still smiling. "You rewatched that part, huh?" He lolled his head against his hand. "I was trying to decide if I was jealous of all your people and the Snap and Pornhub flirting thing." Noah said this thoughtfully, his expression changing as his gaze roved aimlessly over Holly's face. "When was it different, you know. With me."