Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Okay, so the possibility existed that Holly knew what he was doing. The possibility also existed that it was somewhat deliberately done. But, yeah, Holly felt it too, like, the heat at hearing Noah speak and the additional heat from imagining the scenario, so he was suffering too, right? Good suffering, but suffering. As for Noah being easy? Come on. Noah had been easy from day one, right? At first, Holly had thought it was because of him, and then there was the past week and the blip of time where he'd thought it was about another version of himself, or about Noah's ability to feel turned on when he, Holly, was, and now he was back to maybe thinking it was legitimately about, well, himself.
The moan was real. This moan was real. Just like this boner was real, and there were no little blue pills required to make his cock weep against the waistband of those joggers. Holly didn't really think of a sound as vulnerability, though. He thought it indicated being hot for someone, sure, but the physical attraction wasn't what freaked Holly out.
Holly had absolutely talked himself out of getting Noah to do anything involving removal with that hoodie, so armpits, arms, even elbows? Were totally out of bounds. But Noah was over there asserting that the video of his cock in HD had been rewatched, and Holly groaned and momentarily rested his forehead against the perch of his forearms. But the talk of jealousy was kinda important, right? It felt important to Holly, and he looked up again. "I just say what they want to hear," he assured Noah, and he wasn't lying. "Can you tell that's true? Like, with your mojo?" he asked, because he was being completely honest. "I can't remember how much I liked or hated last night," he admitted. He didn't go so far as suggesting they might try it sober some time.
He liked the fingers in his hair. He thought it, right? That he liked it. Like, a surprised thought, because he could kinda remember his mom doing that when he was little, but that was it. "I don't think you actually possess Romeo and Juliet knowledge, Mercutio." He rolled his eyes. "It was business at first, yeah." Because it had been, you know, for the first conversation, maybe, but he'd definitely been looking forward to Noah popping up again by the second. "Okay, so when did you want me for more than my pretty cocksucking lips?" he asked, butterflies absolutely awake and ready to take flight. Noah was gesturing, though, and Holly looked between them, like he was checking out the distance before commenting on it. "You're a fluke, an aberration." Holly didn't let people in, right? This was definitely a fluke. "I think you probably like falling for people. You know, like those guys that love being in love." He had another fleeting thought about liking the hand cupping his skull. He rolled his eyes a little at the thing about feeling good, about Noah thinking he felt good.
He turned his head, cheek on his forearm, and then he shifted, moving his hands up, toward Noah's neck, where fingertips kinda traced idly. This left his cheek on Noah's chest against hoodie, and he let himself close his eyes for just a minute.