sawyer

holli flexing era might be the new meta

these are midwest hollis pictures. i characterize him in my au as this, his hair was darker and less blonde and still kind of a bob but not as short also no glasses

THESE aren’t this is what i call the Pink Glasses Bob Hollis era this is different it is a common misconception that all bob hollis is midwest hollis but in my specific au it isn’t 🥸 thank u for coming to my ted talk

“this was all for you”

ethel and wiloughby but it’s doomed yuri ♡♱

synopsis: roman and hollis spend some time alone listening to music over a joint. the proximity would make anybody fold…

tags: nerd!hollis x popular!roman, hollis is genuinely a loser, dom!roman/sub!hollis, weed usage, dryhumping, frotting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia

author's note: Hi (This can be considered a part 2 to this fic but it's not entirely necessary)

wc: 3244

taglist: @romansbbg @peterpangirl777 (ask to be added)

The two boys sit in Roman's room. It's an unassuming Friday night, the ravens caw as the sunset's glow begins to fade into a dark night. It's warm, and they are smoking over a cd player's mellow tunes. Hollis had asked to come over to listen to some of Roman's collection, and Roman took it as an opportunity to smoke with him. Conversation was few and far between. Hollis is getting deeply inspired by this new music, keeping his head low, deconstructing the sound. It was extremely interesting… Low, resonating and deeply emotional. It really fit the vibe of Roman's room— dim, romantically lit and dark in terms of colour. His walls were a deep red, adorned with various framed paintings and a mirror framed with polaroid pictures. His room isn't messy, but it's lived in— his jewelry boxes are tussled, recently messed with and untidied, chains and crosses dotting the top of his dresser. Golden rings are anywhere but the ring boxes, in a spot he clearly places them every day. His shirts and tank tops are just on top of the drawer, hardly inside it. Roman turns to Hollis and admires his profile silently. Hollis looks interesting when he is concentrating— his brow scrunches, his eyes go dark and his fingers tap to rhythms, seemingly on their own. He wants to know what Hollis is thinking about. But he knows the pursuit is fruitless.

Inside Hollis's mind, he is very carefully dissecting each component of the sound playing from Roman's humble cd player, and thinking of how to compose tracks of his own with a similar sound. He's imagining so deeply, he forgets Roman is feet away from him, slowly inhaling a drag off a joint. He exhales from his nostrils, sending flares of smoke into his direction. He briefly snaps out of it, and his eyes meet Roman's. He's reminded of his sin. His lustful attraction to Roman and the drunken mishap they had, in this very room, which he cannot fully remember. He mourns this memory, for all he remembers is the ecstasy and pleasure from which that night bestowed upon him. But his memory failed him. All he remembered was Roman's warmth, and his muscular back. The feeling of tongues intertwining, drooling slightly, spit stringing from lips. He clears his throat and adjusts his legs.

"You alright?" "Yeah," he lies, tapping his foot in a futile attempt to divert blood from his half-hard boner. He pushes his glasses up his nose before taking the joint from Roman's extended hand. His distracted thinking made everything more obvious, the way their fingers brushed together as he shakily accepts the joint, bringing it to his lips. "You look like something's on your mind," Roman murmurs, leaning back slightly to relax on his elbows. Hollis refused to look in his direction, because the sight would kill him. It was impossible to simmer down at this point. "Not much, really," he mutters, taking a drag, feeling the tickling sensation set into his body, relaxing his limbs, but not his heart. Roman can sense his discomfort, and cocks a brow. "C'mon," he nudges Hollis's knee with his own, "tell me what's up." "Roman," he begins, throat immediately closing up. He takes a deep breath. "What happened at your party?" "You don't remember? I was more drunk than you." "I really don't remember. I'm being serious." Roman chuckles, waving his knee. "You can't tell me you remember nothing." "Well, obviously, but, like, y'know… What happened in here?" he gestures to the room, cheeks flushed like crazy. Thinking back on what passed that night got Roman worked up. His lip curls. "It's not easy to say, hm?" his voice quiets, almost to a whisper. "Some things, can only be explained by doing." Hollis freezes. His heart is racing. It feels a lot more confronting to be challenged by these thoughts as he's stone cold sober. He has no intoxication to drown the internalised wrong-ness of feeling this way towards a boy. Except, it's clear Roman is staring holes through his cheek, eyes dark with lust. The air is thick, and the music feels eerily appropriate, slow-moving, erotic and low. "You won't move, will you?" Roman mumbles. "Don't think I can," Hollis chokes. Roman shifts, spreading his legs. "Can you at least look at me?" He turns to face Roman, and groans as his dick throbs in his tight jeans. Why he wears tight jeans around Roman if he's just going to end up harder than a block of cement, he will never know. But His brow scrunches as he makes eye contact with Roman, cheeks red, sweat beading. He too, has a changed expression, eyes clouded, smirk tugging. He's lying on his elbows, legs open. It's too confronting to look at him like this. "You scared?" "A little, yeah." "I don't bite, Holli," he grins, weaponising the nickname that he dreads most. Hollis groans again from more throbbing, he desperately attempts to stifle it, but it's near impossible.

Roman gets up from the floor, and Hollis's eyes stay glued to him. He sits on his bed, scooting back, lying on his side. He gestures with his hand for Hollis to follow, and slowly, he too gets off the floor. It's torture being so hard in these pants. He awkwardly sits down on Roman's bed beside him. "Lie down, you idiot," Roman chuckles, and Hollis sheepishly lies on his side. Their bodies are fully facing each other, the heat radiating off of each other is powerful. Roman's hand extends to Hollis's cheek, thumb stroking his cheekbone, all the way down to his lips, parting them slowly. Hollis's body is on fire. He shivers at Roman's touch; his calloused, muscular hands being so gentle to his burning face. Roman slowly inches closer, leaning in ever so slightly, moving his fingers and bringing Hollis's jaw closer. Their lips meet in the most pained kiss in the world. Hollis groans against his lips, And Roman sighs in relief. Their lips seperate and intersect over and over, slowly, pressing curses against each other's mouths. As they kissed, Roman pulled Hollis closer, moving his hand from his jaw to his shoulder, to his midriff. Hollis raised a hand to Roman's side, clutching at the fabric. Roman's hand drops to Hollis's inner thigh, and he whines desperately, cock twitching furiously. They pull apart, and any facade of normalcy had faded. Roman's smirk had faded, his lips parted slightly, lips red from contact. His eyes were clouded with something unfamiliar and dangerous, brows scrunched. His eyes drop to Hollis's crotch, his hand teetering near his cock. "I'll touch you if you touch me," Roman whispers. Hollis silently drops his hand from his side to Roman's crotch, palming at his bulge, earning a deep moan from him. This sets off Hollis's own erection, to which Roman's fingertips drag over, as he comes in and kneads at it, palming it. They both start moaning, and Hollis messily kisses Roman again, this time with tongue. They groan, huffing as they touch each other, dicks pulsing into each other's hands. Roman fiddles with Hollis's fly as they kiss, slowly unzipping his jeans, the zip rumbling low as his firm fingers drag it down, exposing Hollis's underwear. There was a wet patch at the tip of his erection, sticky with precum. Roman's fingers drag over Hollis's shaft, leaving him breathless and shaky. "You sure you don't remember what you did with me?" "I swe-ear, I only rememb-er you on top of me," Hollis whines breathily, and Roman grins excitedly.

He moves his hand to his own pants, unbuttoning them and exposing his own underwear, his boner pulsing into his palm. "Come closer, Holli," he whispers, "press your body against mine." Hollis inches his body across the bed, the knitted quilt beneath him shifting in temperature as he inched closer to Roman, until their faces were barely touching. He stops. He can't move any closer, or he'll bump into Roman's sharp nose. "You can get closer," Roman whispers. "I can't. I'll hit your nose." "Our bodies aren't touching yet." Hollis's cheeks flush. He gets the message. He bucks his hips, until their boners touch, seperated by agonisingly thin cotton underwear. He exhales sharply, pulsing against Roman. "Feel familiar yet?" he mumbles, rubbing himself against Hollis shakily. "Hnng- Kinda," whines Hollis, "I can't tell.." Roman grips onto Hollis's hips and puts a lot more weight into his thrusts against Hollis. He whimpers, gritting his teeth. Roman sighs, enjoying both the physical pleasure and the visual pleasure of seeing Hollis crumble beneath his fingers. "Is thi-is what dry humping a boy is like?" Hollis asks wearily, eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cum. "Mhm," Roman replies, "and the other night, this fabric wasn't in the way.. Imagine that, Holli.." He whimpers. "Imagine our hard dicks pressed up against each other.." He pleads. "That's how it went… Mhm, I had you on your back, just like this," he shifts Hollis onto his back and remains on top of him, "it's a shame you don't remember…" Hollis's hands were now feebly by his side as he tries to balance his weight on his elbows, forehead touching Roman's. Even the heat emanating off of him was confronting. The way Roman was talking to him had him feverishly close to finishing. One wrong move and he was done— he was innately concentrated on not fucking this up. His glasses slip down his nose, and he awkwardly leans to his side to fix them, fingers quivering. Roman reaches a hand to Hollis's head and combs through his thin hair, massaging at his scalp. "Stop tha-at.." he groans, "I'm already so close—fuck-" "Shhh, it's okay Holli, I've got you," a smirk tugs at Roman's lips as he pulls Hollis's head to the side and whispers directly into his ear. He whines gutturally in response, to Roman's delight, as he licks at his sensitive ear. "Stop, Roman, I'm gonna cu-um—" "Huh?" he pulls back, stilling in movement against his cock too. Hollis's chest rose and fell rapidly. "Are you actually gonna cum?" "Hnng…" he whimpers defeatedly, dick throbbing angrily against Roman. Sweat falls from his temple. He looks Roman in the eye; his eyes were scanning over Hollis's frame, lips parted for air. ".. Something wrong with that?" "… No. I guess I just have less stamina when I'm wasted;" Roman chuckles. "You're so weak in every way. It's so amusing." "That's not ni-ice, Roman," Hollis mewls. "Not wrong either, is it?" he laughs, "I'm sorry. This just means more fun for me." "Howso?" "I'm gonna see how many times you can cum for me." Hollis's eyes widen. His blood rushes to his cheeks, and back down to his excited boner, pulsing rapidly and leaking a little. He huffs. He'd never pushed himself past 2 consecutive orgasms. this could get dangerous. Quickly.

Roman gets off of Hollis and lies back down next to him. He lies on his side, with Hollis finding it difficult to focus on one thing at a time. He puts a hand on Hollis's jaw and guides him towards his lips, and they meet in a kiss. Hollis's lips had gone cold from constantly being agape gasping air, and Roman's were still warm— the temperature difference caused a shudder between them. As they kiss, Roman creeps his hand up Hollis's hip and into his lap, freeing Hollis's boner from its boxers, and wrapping his hand around his dick. He pumps slowly and firmly at first, and Hollis moans into Roman's mouth, eyebrows scrunching. His hips instinctively buck upward, into his firm hand, seeking pleasure. He clutches at the fabric beneath him, balling white-knuckled fists. Roman parts from his lips, murmuring "that's right, don't run from it," among other sweet nothings as his hand works steadily. Noises of pleasure escape Hollis's lips unabashedly, and his eyes slip open, and look Roman in the face. "You still scared of me? Hm?" Roman mumbles, his free hand tracing down Hollis's forearm. "N-No.." he whines, eyes pleading for something unspecific. "You're doing so well, Holli," Roman continues, to which Hollis tenses underneath his grasp. He's getting closer. "You gonna cum for me?" "Hnn- yeah, yeah I'm close—" he chokes, gripping Roman's free hand and intertwining fingers, "I'm begging you, don't stop.." "I'm right here, Holli," Roman whispers, "just feel it." Hollis strains every muscle in his face as thick ropes of cum shoot from his dick, some getting on his stomach, chest, and inbetween Roman's fingers. Roman does not stop, he just slows. Even as every stroke sends a shiver through Hollis's weak frame.

Hollis grips Roman's hand harder now, breathing shakily through each movement. "How do you feel?" "I feel… A lot…" Hollis gasps, "It's a lot." He adjusts his glasses shakily. "Mm?" Roman's pace doesn't waver. He just presses kisses against Hollis's cheek. "Not too much though, right?" "N-No.." "I'll stop if it's too much." "… More." Hollis begs. Roman's lips naturally curl into a wide smile, heart skipping a beat at what he'd just heard. "Alright, Holli, I'll give you some more." He groans in ecstacy.

Roman runs his tongue along Hollis's jaw and neck, dipping into his collar, lightly biting down and pressing closed-mouth kisses over the marks. Hollis just simply whines and moans in response, letting his body speak for itself. Roman started to speed up again, and he begins to tense again. Rhythmically, his body spasms, and once again, Roman knows he is going to cum before he does. "I'm— I'm gonna—" "Shhh," he hushes, "just feel it." Hollis lets out a longer and more exasperated cry of pleasure as he cums for the second time, breath catching with each pulse. Roman kisses him through it, fingers still tightly woven with Hollis's, thumb making lazy circles over his hand. Roman, once again, does not stop jerking him, but slows noticably. "How about now..? How do you feel?" "Hnng.." Hollis is visibly out of breath. "So much…" "Ever felt this good before?" "No, Roman…" Hollis's eyes go meek with embarrassment, "you're… too.. too fucking good.." He laughs. "You're easier to wrap around my dick than I thought you would be, Holli. Can you do one more round?" "Hnng.." he bites his lip, eyes squinting. He's thinking about it. He nods. Roman's eyes half-lid in amusement. "Don't say I didn't warn you," he mumbles, before rapidly quickening his pace, and Hollis cries out suddenly. It's so overbearing. It feels so fucking good. But it also kind of hurts. It feels so good it hurts. He'd never been able to get this fast by himself before. Fuck… Roman's muscles are too powerful. Tears prick at the edge of Hollis's eyes, beginning to spill onto his rosy cheeks. "You okay, Holli? Should I stop?" "Hnng— It's— it's too much…" he whines. "Do you want me to stop?" Roman repeats. "…No," Hollis makes eye contact with Roman, tears spilling down his face and dribbling down his chin, glasses fogging up, "for the—fuck, for the love of god— don't—" "You'll be the fucking end of me," Roman growls, snaring Hollis into a messy kiss, pressing his dick against the bed, pushing Hollis's hand into the pillow behind his head, furiously pumping him. Hollis cries out relentlessly against Roman's lips, unable to kiss back from the overstimulation. Roman could taste the salt from his tears in the kiss, and it only made him leak more into his dark jeans. Hollis's sounds warped over time, sounding less like moans and more like sobs. His body jerks furiously against Roman's unrelenting touch. "I don't thi—ink I can c—cum anymo—ore," Hollis wails, sniffling, "It's— aaah— I can't—" "You're doin' so good f'me," Roman mutters into the kiss, "A'know you can do it.." "R—Rommy—" Hollis blubbers, "I love you, I l—ove you, I lo—ve y—ou…" "I… I love you," Roman repeats, "my.. my Holli." "Say it— again—" "Hm?" "Say you—love me," Hollis cries. "I love you," Roman mumbles against Hollis's lips like a prayer, "I love you, I—fuck, I love your dick, I love your cute face, I l—ove when you cry—" "Rommy—!" Hollis blurts, "Fuck! Don't stop! Close!—" "Yes, love you, love you, attaboy—" Roman's brow furrows, and he feels an odd knot in his lower abdomen. As Hollis loudly sobs through his third orgasm, Roman, somehow, against greater odds, feels that unmistakeable, familiar feeling coming at a rapid pace. He's managed to make himself cum hands free, into his boxers. His lips hang open with each pulse of cum soaking his underwear, breathing shaky moans as he absorbs Hollis's dishevelled state beneath him. Roman finally lets go of Hollis's dick, and runs a finger along his own crotch just to make sure, and his boxers were entirely soaked with cum. He is beside himself. How on earth did that just happen? Roman hasn't came in his pants since he was an early teen.

Hollis takes deep, shaky breaths to ground himself, taking off his glasses to wipe away his tears. As he comes down from the high, the aching, familiar shame took root almost immediately. More choked tears came out of him, this time clearly from distress. "Hey, Hollis, don't cry," Roman quickly holds Hollis's face, wiping away his tears. "What the fuck is wrong with me," he whimpers, eyes clouded, "why the fuck was I crying? What am I fucking doing?" "I… I don't know," Roman whispers, "but you're with me. I've got you." "Roman…" Hollis chokes. "Thank you." He doesn't say anything, but presses their foreheads together until Hollis's quiet cries and sniffles petered out. He rubs Hollis's back in reassuring circles. "I'll get us cleaned up," he murmurs, "and we can do something else. Okay?" "Us?" "Oh, right," Roman chuckles, nodding his chin to his crotch. Hollis's eyes widen. "How'd you do that?" "I have no fuckin' idea. But it's your fault." he grins. Hollis lets out a stifled laugh.

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"… Did I really say 'I love you?'"

The two boys are sharing another joint, knee to knee, as a new cd is spinning in Roman's cd player. "You did," Roman takes a drag, "and I said it back." He chews the inside of his lip. "What? Did you not mean it?" "No, that's not it…" "What is it then?" Hollis hesitates. "I guess I just, like, wanted to save it for a.. more special moment than that." "I'd argue that was pretty special." "You fuckin' know what I mean." Roman smirks, waving his leg. "You think so rigidly. I think it's okay to do things in the moment if they feel good." "Good, huh," Hollis murmurs, "try 'overwhelming'." Roman simply chuckles, passing the joint. He looks over at Hollis. He hasn't put his glasses back on yet. He admires in silence. "You.. you've got a handsome face under those thick frames." "What? You don't like them?" "No, I love them. But I've never seen you without them..." "Firsts for everything, I guess." "… and, I love you, Hollis." His cheeks flush rosy. He diverts his eyes, taking a big drag from the joint. "Say it back." "… No." "I said it back to you.. That isn't fair," Roman pouts, "say it back." "… I… I love you, Roman." "Attaboy." "Shut up." Roman leans his head on Hollis's shoulder. The sun has fully set, with the twinkling stars dotting the warm summer night in its stead.