Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[Yeah, man, look. Noah got it. He always did, right? He knew what Holly felt and what Holly thought, and he also knew, dude, he didn't want to be like Holly's dad. He didn't want Holly to have to take care of him, like he was a depressed alcoholic. They were partners, and Noah really believed that. Noah was a caregiver, like, by nature. He'd spent time basically raising himself, because no one would say his mom was maternal, but, probably because of the empathy thing, he'd always tried to help other people. That was there tenfold with Holly, because the dude was his husband, and, rn, he really did need it sometimes. Holly didn't like taking help, and Noah got that too. But, he could at least not endanger the healing of the dude's knee and not pile his stuff on him. So, yeah, merry-go-round or whatever. And it was making Noah dizzy af, emotionally speaking, and his emotions were already raw as hell.
So, the bed was better. Consider all gears switched and/or shifted, dude. Even though Holly was doing the thing he did when Noah was sad, where he felt like he couldn't get a hard-on because it was insensitive or triggering. The thing was, Holly's hard-on was, a) a welcome distraction, and b) had no relation to anything to do with Noah's mom in Noah's mind. Maybe because she didn't have a cock. Maybe bc Holly was basically as removed from her as you could get. Bc Holly was Holly. Whatever it was, it didn't connect back for Noah. Not until Holly was distinctly thinking it shouldn't happen, while also then going on to imagine his mouth around Noah's cock. It was confusing, to say the least. But, look, if Holly hadn't gotten at least interested in Noah kissing on the dude's belly, so close to his cock, Noah would've been insulted fr.
All of that—and Noah's own thing for it—led to the shotgunning. There was something sexy af about the near-kiss, about sharing breath and heat, about taking it into your lungs, then giving it to someone else. I mean, that was probably just him. But, it was there. So, he was stoked when Holly listened for once. He hadn't been planning on segueing right into a kiss, but, don't get me wrong, it wasn't a bad thing. Smoke burned against Noah's skin as the other dude exhaled, and Noah's hand (that wasn't trapped by his position against the wall) was a sear of fingertips up from Holly's hip, to his rib cage. The whine wasn't embarrassing. It was encouraging. And Noah licked the taste of weed and smoke from Holly's lips, from his tongue. He could feel the burn of it in his own lungs and in Holly's. He could feel too the burn of Holly's mouth on his. He could feel the demand.
Briefly. Briefly, dude, Noah pulled back from the kiss. He didn't go further than maybe an inch away, his lips still parted and damp, but he opened his eyes. He was breathless as he looked at Holly. Close like this. His eyes. His nose. With his, Noah's, gaze lured, over and over, like a magnet toward pole, to Holly's lips. His lashes were drawn low. He breathed out into the space between them, breathed in Holly's breath. He looked back up to meet the dude's eyes. He looked down at his lips. He kissed him again.]