Re: [B&B: Holly & Noah]
There were no eventualities. Whatever Holly thought. The only inevitability was the one where none of the Terrible Shit happened. They were going to see Holly's mom. They were going to go on dates. They were going to play keep-the-ball and that was just how it was going to be. Noah, giving as he often was, could be just as stubborn as Holly and he'd made up his mind about this.
He made up his mind about it, and he knew he was right to do so, because Holly laughed behind him and it was a good sound. It was a slight shucking of the chill, a spontaneous reaction of joy. Noah smiled as he pivoted on his right foot. He switched the ball to his left hand, away from Holly, and began his next defensive maneuver. That split second of Holly considering tumbling? Yeah, Noah caught it. He even caught the moment Holly decided on his next move. But, he didn't have time to react. He was already moving fast and his momentum was carrying him.
The leggings were snug, but stretchy, and Holly wrenching down on the waistband that hard meant Noah's whole ass was out; though his modesty was preserved through the grace of his long-ass hoodie, at least half of it. The deed did the trick though and Noah stuttered a step, losing control of the ball as he tried to keep his balance. Ftr? His half-hard cock was about one inch from a full blown salute, and where Noah's hoodie didn't cover, there was bush and hair. But, Holly didn't get to see that and he was just going to have to live with it, because Noah jerked up on his waistband, still moving. "Asshole!" What he did next wasn't very nice. Running up at Holly from behind, he jumped on the dude's back in a sort of forced piggyback, slinging his forearm around to Holly's chest and his legs cinching around thick waist.