#howyle

[puppiegracie]

shawn's "people will be surprised by how we begin (s3)" literally just means we're gonna see the moment robby gets home from sabbatical.

tooooo dennis whitaker jerking off in his bed and then we get the michael robinavitch balls deep in dennis whitaker explicit extended cut. noah wyle told me this btw he just really wanted sex scenes with gerran :/

[pittcestexpress]

just two bros chillin in a waiting room 5 ft apart cuz they're not gay

[nike-wouls]

if you don't mind some rpf, especially howyle (noah x gerran) rpf, go and read @fucklby's works, they're amazing.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[puppiegracie]

I stand ten toes down that one of the main reasons hucklerobby gained so much traction and was so buzzy in s1 is because rpf. like.

sorry but "omfg why was he touching dennis more than everyone else??" mr "we really got to play physically with each other" wyle. that was noah touching gerran dude. and the heart eyes they give each other? noah's— sorry, robby's— impossibly fond expressions? pretty crazy that they uh. pretty much look at each other like that. just in general.

mr "I just see a picture of a big thing and a little thing and send it to gerran like 'hey it's us, buddy'" wyle. genuinely there's so much bullshit going on there that if this was happening with a female costar and if gerran didn't also look at him Like That I'd be worried about harassment lmfao what the fuck do you mean noah scruffed him and kissed his head like huh mind u gerran is CHEESING I still can't believe this photo is real

[puppiegracie]

guys should I give into the voices and write gerran/noah fucking in noah's trailer after the emmy noms were announced or

[puppiegracie]

something something gerran jerking off to the fanart that noah sends him.

gerran who tries to brush off the weird feeling in his stomach as "it's just... it's a little odd that my boss is sending me this," instead of the little twist of want that it actually is. :)

the art is innocent enough. them as cowboys, which seems to be a favorite of noah's, the western AU of hucklerobby. (huckleberry, as he calls it, and gerran doesn't really have the heart to correct him. it's... cute.) hucklerobby is the bit gerran has to remind himself of. those aren't his arms around noah's waist, holding on during horseback riding, those are dennis's arms around robby's waist.

he can make the distinction. of course he can. it's easy to, sometimes. their size difference can be pretty exaggerated in the art, even though it's... how it feels, anyways. he does feel small next to noah. always looking up, into those big brown eyes, swallowing thickly at the crinkle of a fond grin. a fond grin that's directed to dennis. not him. even though it's... it's often directed to him, he thinks. noah seems fond of him. he tries desperately not to like that as much as he does.

noah doesn't seem to bother making the distinction. a little text of "look, it's us, buddy 😊" sits under the image, and gerran suppresses a smile. always us. always it's you. it's me. art of me and gerran. it's endearing, but it's also fucking dangerous, thoughts like that, blurring the lines between fiction and reality. he imagines it, for a moment, staring at the art— him and noah.

being pressed up that close, into his warmth, getting to bury his nose in the back of his neck and inhale... the jostle of the horse forcing him to hold on tighter, and fuck, the phantom feeling makes gerran's dick twitch in his jeans. god, no. what the fuck is wrong with him? he can't— okay, maybe, maybe he has a little crush on his boss. but fuck, he can't afford to have one, he knows he can't...

his hand drifts down, exhaling sharply as he squeezes himself through his jeans, a quiet groan of relief slipping past his lips. fuck, he shouldn't do this. he really, really shouldn't. but no one has to know, right? no one needs to know, he'll just... he'll get it out of his system.

he bites his lip, palming himself as he stares at the art. the artist did an unfortunately great job in capturing likeness, the curve of noah's nose. the thought of noah seeing this, grinning at it, liking it.... jesus. gerran stifles a whine, even alone as he is. he imagines them on that stupid horse, imagines maybe he starts to chub up in his jeans, maybe noah would feel it against his back, not comment on it. maybe gerran could get away with grinding against him a little, humping like a dumb mutt, rubbing himself off on the man he's so enamoured with...

gerran hisses as he undoes his jeans, taking himself in hand, hot and throbbing. fuck, he shouldn't be this hard. the fantasy switches— noah and him in the back of a truck, gerran nestled in his lap, moaning as noah kisses his neck. he imagines what the scratch of noah's beard would feel like coupled with the wet, warm kisses, and hiccups a moan, starting to stroke himself faster.

maybe noah would take his dick out, nestle it up against gerran's, taking them both in hand to frot against him. gerran whimpers, bucks into his own hand, fucking his fist as the fantasy makes him light-headed. he pants into the empty air, mouths an inaudible noah, please, please.. he fantasizes about noah's low, gravelly voice, close to his ear, murmuring praise. murmuring doing such a good job, baby, so proud of ya.

the thought sends gerran over the edge, whining as he spills over his fist, spine throbbing with white hot pleasure. the fantasy dissipates and he swallows back guilt, cleans himself up with shaky hands. shoots a text back to noah.

lol that one's cute :)

[pittcestexpress]

how hard do we think Noah gets calling his younger male costar "Emmy-nominated Gerran Howell"??

[pittcestexpress]

"he came fresh to me" ok just say you have a virginity kink