Re: [B&B: Holly & Noah]
Holly was trying, right? I mean, everything was an exercise in ignoring the bad shit he was sure was coming. He shoved all his certainties way the fuck down, and he lived. At least that was the plan, and it usually worked pretty soundly. Like, now, out on this makeshift court? He wasn't thinking about work, or about his mom, or about Noah's mom, or about any of it. Right now? Yeah, right now was just them, the two of them on this court, and that was awesome. It was legitimately great to let it all slough off, you know? And Noah did that. The guy had this amazingly overpowering presence, right? And it was really, really easy for Holly's entire world to circle the guy, like Noah was gravity.
Gravity with a cute ass that Holly couldn't see, unfortunately. He couldn't see anything else either, and he did lament that shit. But it was a blip, because he knew he was massively out-skilled on this court. So, yeah, there weren't rules, and there really wasn't any way to win this non-game, but Holly was still a guy, and he was still competitive, you know, in his own way. Usually his version of competitive wasn't physical, but he could do this. He was in better shape than he'd been in fucking ages, so, yeah. Noah was calling him an asshole, and then there was weight on his, Holly's back. Like, he didn't even see it coming. And Noah was like a shit-ton of bricks, let me tell you.
Holly almost went down. Like, organically? He almost went down. Buckling knees, like six lurching steps forward. Bent over at the waist, a hand down on the court, but he found his center and standing up straight? Was definitely an option. But, you know what? Fuck that. There was a second of thought, if that, and Holly fell forward and rolled, you know, so Noah's back was on the court. And where the fuck was the ball? Over there, rolling the fuck away, which was as good as a win, right? Was his cock hard? Yep, but he was winning, or at least that was how he saw it. He tried to disentangle himself, hair a mess, cheeks red from exertion, sweat already soaking his white shirt beneath the armpits and between his shoulders.