tobi

๑ Summary ;; Neil is high and needy for love, Holden is needy to give that love ๑ Contents ;; Someone's smoking pot, fluff, rarepair/crackship, cuddling, desperate for touch (idk how to write contents,,) ๑ Pairing ;; Young Neil (Scott Pilgrim vs the World) x Holden Worther (The Good Girl) this is my first ever fanfiction and I'm not the best at writing LOLOL. And I wrote this at like 2 am so if there's any mistakes, that's my bad!!! enjoy my weird yaoi crackship yyeyesssss also this is kind of short, sorry!!

There had been a heat wave in town, causing most places to close or at least be basically stranded. No one wanted to be out in this weather. Holden had gotten the day off, and same with Neil. Everyone who worked at the retail rodeo got off in fact.

Neil stared at his closet in a loss, holding a blunt in one hand and searching through shirts with the other. His house’s air conditioner had broken, and his roommate couldn't fix it because he was out on tour or something. Neil didn't really care to remember where he was. All he knew was it was hot in this damn house…

He took a long drag from his blunt, holding it in as long he could until suddenly he heard a door creak behind him. His head whipped around and he coughed, his eyes watering and losing focus. He looked up at the door frame to find Holden standing inside of it, holding onto the door handle nervously.

“Holden? How'd you get in here, man..?” 

“You err.. you left your back door unlocked.” Holden answered with a shy look on his face, clearly having snuck into Neil’s backyard to get in. It would be totally weird and creepy to most, because it was. but Neil found it oddly endearing.

“That's…. New.” Is all he could reply with before he noticed the fact Holden was staring him down, his gaze burning holes into his skin.

He looked down at himself remembering he was basically naked. Right… 

Holden took a few more sheepish steps in, closing the door behind him and squinting his eyes as the aroma of the smoke burned. He just watched as Neil scrambled through the pile of clothes on his bed, looking for something decent to wear. Holden was suddenly feeling overdressed, his sweater and clean shoes clearly not right for whatever the occasion.

“So did you… Need anything? Like at all or..” Neil coughed out after another drag of his blunt.

“Yeah I thought maybe we could hang out… like we do on free days, y’know?”

Neil felt a little embarrassed as he remembered Holden calling him previously asking about a sort of meet up. The heat and pot made his mind totally go blank on that..

His face grew a little red as he continued searching for clothes, apologizing for forgetting and his room being a mess as he did. He could see Holden sit down on the edge of his bed, seeming to get comfortable. Neil eventually gave up and joined him, left in nothing but boxers as he slumped onto his bed. He didn't really care, though. And neither did holden. Other than the fact it was difficult to avert his gaze from Neil… from the way the waistband sat on his hips, to the small moles and freckles on his shoulders and chest.

They sat quietly for a moment, the only sound being the sizzling of Neil’s blunt. He took another hit before turning to look at holden. His knee lifted and touched Holden’s, the contact making him shiver.

In a moment, caused by the haziness and pot, Neil just leaned in realll close, resting his head on Holden’s chest. The sound of his heartbeat consumed his mind, his body totally slumping in. Holden didn't quite know how to react, his hands trembling slightly above Neil’s back.

They'd known each other for weeks now, but they'd yet to make much physical connection at all. This was their first real intimate moment, even if Neil was high out of his mind. Holden doubted he'd do this sober, right? He'd always wanted to hold Neil like this, so he took the chance.

His first hand wrapped around Neil's back, gliding along the outlines of his ribcage and the occasional back mole. His second hand made its way to the back of his neck. He supported Neil's weight best he could with gentle hands, not wanting to move in a way or make Neil uncomfortable.

It was quiet as they sat there, Neil's face growing hotter and hotter by the second. He'd never been held or touched. It was new, but he loved it so much. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed. His hand holding his blunt wrapped around Holden the best it could without burning him, Holden just focusing on keeping him close.

He was just beginning to rest his eyes when he heard Neil mumble something quietly. Holden questioned it, not getting an answer for the longest time. Finally, another quiet, sleepy whisper slurred, “don't ever let me go.” Followed by a tight grip on Holdens sweater.

The words made his face warm, his own grip on Neil tightening lightly. Oh how he'd longed to hear those words from Neil. 

“I won't.” Is all he replied with, kissing Neil atop his head with a spotty breath and the scent of pot and Neil filling his mind.