Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[They were both doing the same thing, was what it came down to. Holly thought his stuff was background and he needed to be there for Noah, who had other stuff to deal with. And vice versa, right? It was a merry-go-round of stupidity, but with good intentions. Optimistically, Noah figured he'd be able to, like, be himself in a day or two, and he could get back into things. Unlike Holly, the dude thought he'd been doing pretty good. Where Holly saw an oasis, Noah saw, idk, a legit jungle or something. He'd felt p good, he thought, the last little bit, right before Holly had his kneecap torn off. I mean, stuff was never the BEST, but it never had been—not for long—in Noah's life. He was p sure that was just how life was, and, yeah, bro, as long as he had Holly, he was okay with that. Though, he did have bad days. Obviously.
Switching gears for a second, when was the last time Noah internally rhapsodized about how thick and soft and warm and sexy Holly's belly was? Too long. I mean, to say Noah was into Holly (his body, his mind, all of the above and more) would be to understate. But the dude had this smooth stomach, smooth, pale chest. Noah couldn't reach the dude's nipples, so he settled for just above the hollow of Holly's belly button. He pulled lightly, mimicking Holly, on a few hairs in the sparse treasure-trail that led down. And when Holly said he loved Noah back? Noah basically hugged him around the middle and kissed his belly again. He squeezed, no deadpan allowed. Holly was right, man. Noah did need to just hear it. They were both lucky it didn't lead to him sobbing. He pressed his nose hard into the dude's belly, then rolled back.
Noah watched Holly toke, that internal rhapsody moving right along to Holly's gorgeous fucking lips. Smoke pearled over them in a cascade that was, like, indescribably sexy, and Noah took the joint when it came his way. He scooted up as he held the thing between his lips, letting ashes fall wherever, and he exhaled, turning his face away from Holly. Noah drew up beside the dude, one shoulder against the wall, then he said,] Open your mouth. [Noah took one big-ass hit from the blunt. He held it, deep in his lungs. Then, if Holly did what he said, he leaned toward the dude, and opened his mouth. It was the choreography of a kiss, intimate and close, and Noah breathed the smoke into Holly's mouth, over his tongue.]