Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[Yeah, to be fair? Holly forgot about Noah's mom too. I mean, he actively tried to remember, right? To be careful with the guy, with Noah, but when Noah got close? Yeah, Holly had already forgotten. He'd remember, as previously stated, but right now? Right now there was only Noah. And Noah was there, mouth close, and Holly blew smoke into it. And he waited. Holly, Holly fucking waited, because he knew Noah would give it back somehow. That whine, the sound Noah made? Was totally still replaying in Holly's ears, and he felt good. I mean, the pain was a dull throb, the weed-buzz was smooth, and Noah was right there.
Holly parted his thighs slightly wider when Noah pushed his fingers down against heat and thigh and sweats that did absolutely nothing to hide his no-longer-slumbering cock. And it was hot. I mean, the hand, sure, but the way Noah parted his lips to willingly take that smoke, and Holly was mad into it. He didn't give a shit about gentle. His hands, when Noah shifted, moved to Noah's hips. Not, like, at the sides, but palms flat against the vee(s) he'd been gawking at earlier, joint still between his fingers and kinda forgotten. He rubbed at Noah's skin, and he was fine, the leg was fine. It was a reversal, but what the fuck ever, because Noah's heat felt good, and the little bit of weight that Noah was letting settle on Holly's thighs? Felt good.
Holly could tell the guy was being gentle, and he slid one hand around Noah, the one not holding the joint, and he slid his palm over Noah's ass and, you know, pushed. Pushed the guy closer, down. Invitation, you know? And he let Noah steer the joint, the hand holding the joint. Holly pressed the flat-damp end of the blunt to Noah's lips, to the guy's mouth, and he watched. His own lips were parted, gaze heavy, lips dry. He licked at them, at his own lips, hunger in the flick of tongue there, and heartbeat racing.]
Yeah. [Which, you know, was completely fucking brainless, spoken low and in a coaxing whisper.]