Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Holly didn't think Noah was making fun of him. He pretty much just thought Noah was being Noah, which, you know, merited a slight narrowing of brown eyes at that laugh. The thing was, the fantasy didn't actually exist to torment Noah. The tormenting was something of an added bonus, because that imagining? It was going to happen regardless, right? There was no way that Noah could say those things without Holly trying to imagine them. Sure, it was torture, and Holly's cock ached, but it was the best torture, and it resulted in that completely innocent shifting of cock up against waistband. You know..., innocently.
He didn't care how tight the space was, not really. Okay, yes, his bed would've been better, because even without his usual sense of self-preservation, he wasn't going to strip Noah down to nothing on the side of a road. But, yeah, Noah felt really good beneath him, and Holly had been kinda wanting to just live in the feeling of this since only a few days into them talking. That 'dude' made him laugh, but the laugh was consumed by a moan as he let his weight come down against Noah's, and yeah, as good as he'd expected.
Noah's hand was on his shoulder, down over his back, and Holly's gaze flickered upward as Noah tucked his arm behind his head. "They could," he said of Noah's cock and the screen, and the memory of it replayed in his head. The sun was shining in the memory, and his head hurt, and it was obviously a memory from the morning and not from when it had actually occurred, but, yeah. "My stool is perfectly placed," he added, which, you know, it was. He just hadn't been counting on it being Noah's cock that got up-close and personal with the viewers. "Are you jealous?" he asked casually, looking back, not looking away from the hazel gaze that scanned his own face. "Is it different with you?" Deadpan, but he was thinking back, right? Trying to remember. Exhaustion and post-emotional panic making him more vulnerable in his openness, but nervousness was still making it super hard for him to swallow. Normally, his own closed-offness would've stopped this right here, before admissions were made, but... "Um..., okay, so you probably won't remember, right? But I asked how many guys you were paying, and you said just one. By then," he confessed. "It was right before I heard your voice during a one-on-one, so..., yeah." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, them seeing me is no big deal. I've done this for six years, and I've never fallen for anyone. You, on the other hand, can't distance yourself for shit." Beat. "You feel as good as I thought you would."