Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[They'd talk about it after... worry about it after was, you know, Holly's way of pushing it all aside for just a moment. And, look, he knew they needed to talk, even if Noah didn't seem crazy-into it. And Holly understood not seeming crazy-into it. Talking about his mom was always something Noah didn't want to do. Even when he wanted to, he was conflicted, and Holly got that. He could never fully comprehend what Noah had gone through, but he knew that it was hard for Noah to, like, think about it and talk about it. But it was important, and, yeah, so were the new abilities and a way to harness them or something? But in a minute, right? When they were calmer, chiller? Yeah, that.
And Holly was overly cautious about sex anywhere around the topic of Noah's mom, but he didn't want to, like, make shit worse. And, anyway, the kiss to his, to Holly's, belly? Yeah, that changed the room for Holly. Maybe that was crazy, that something as simple as lips to the soft, completely not-sexual skin of his belly could get him going, but, whatever. It was what it was, and Noah was beautiful and warm and sexy, and he had hands that Holly literally daydreamed about, and those long fingers kept reaching for the joint, so, yeah. Shoot him, but he was seriously into his husband. His husband who he hadn't been intimate with in weeks, okay? Okay.
So, the shotgunning, the kiss, Noah's lashes low and the way the guy breathed in the space between them, and this time? It was Holly who pumped the brakes and drew back, tugging Noah's lower lip between his teeth as he did.
Holly scanned around for the weed, brown eyes looking this way and that, without adding enough distance to no longer feel the flutter of Noah's lashes against his cheeks whenever the guy blinked. And, right, there. He took the joint from Noah, and he mirrored what Noah had done, pulling back slightly to do so. Holly inhaled hard, longer than he usually would, and then he ghosted his mouth over Noah's, no kiss, no contact, just the bitter-hot burn of smoke into the guy's mouth, if Noah didn't resist. He, Holly, was still holding the joint between his fingers, so he didn't so much as touch the guy, and heavy-lidded eyes nearly closed as he resisted the urge to kiss the guy immediately after, pulling back by minuscule fractions instead.]