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Noah's been getting hard since Freddie touched his stomach, so when he feels Freddie's cock pressed between them he's glad to find he isn't the only one. He moves his hand down to tug at the waist of Freddie's pants, aligning their hips so he has something to lazily rut up against.

"Okay," Noah says, dreamily, tilting his head so Freddie can keep kissing his neck, too, if he wants.

"Oh. Wait. Please, can I-- can I suck you first?" He blushes when he asks, but it's clear he wants it. He's never even seen a real cock in person, and now that Freddie wants more than just to kiss, his mouth is practically watering for it.

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Noah grabs at him, lining them up hip to hip, and Freddie lets out a low, pleased sound as he grinds down against him, laughing softly at Noah's quiet, almost dreamy reply.

The follow up comes as a surprise though and Freddie pulls back a bit, curious but still smiling as he cocks his head. "Not about to say no to a blowjob," he admits, still rolling his hips in a slow, lazy rhythm before ducking down again, his nose bumping against Noah's. "There some reason you wanna go first?"

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Noah's moan is as soft as Freddie's laugh, and he wants to smile at the sound, but the friction of Freddie rocking against his cock mixed with the buzz from the weed is already driving him out of his mind. He feels flushed and floaty, the edges of intensity dulled but slowly building.

He reaches up, cupping Freddie's face to kiss him before answering. "I just got excited at the realization that I could," he tries to explain, tucking his face against Freddie's neck under the pretense of kissing it to hide his embarrassment. "I've never done it before."

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Their lips brush in another kiss, slow and hazy as before until Noah breaks away to duck against Freddie's neck instead, touch of his lips making Freddie's skin tingle.

His lips twitch in surprise a moment later and he pulls back again to look down at Noah. "You're serious?" he asks, noting the flush of pink across Noah's cheeks, there from the weed or the heat between them or from what he's just admitted. "Not at all?"

Noah's young, he knows. But Freddie had sucked a cock by age fourteen so perhaps his perception is a bit skewed. "You really want to?"

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"I've done it to a toy. And I've had them done to me, so I don't think I'll be too terrible," Noah says, because he doesn't want Freddie to think he's totally incompetent. He's had sex, a lot of it, in a lot of different ways. Just not with an actual cock. It's not something he missed, but he also doesn't want to pass up the opportunity to see what it's like.

"I want to, really," he says, as solemn as he can get his weed-foggy mind to go, and reaches between them to unbutton Freddie's pants to prove it.

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It's curious, Freddie thinks, given what Noah's shared with him already.

"Didn't you have a boyfriend?" he asks, genuinely confused, though that interest falters somewhat as Noah reaches a hand between them to thumb open Freddie's sleep shorts. With some effort, Freddie pushes up to his knees, giving Noah better access as well as giving himself the opportunity to strip out of his shirt, tossing it aside before slipping his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and dragging them down past his hips.

He's never minded putting on a bit of a show and now's certainly no different, especially given how eager Noah seems to be.

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Noah gives pause, unsure what to say, how deep he wants the conversation to go, especially now that Freddie's taking his shirt off. "It was just different with us," he says, distracted by the way Freddie is slowly pulling his own shorts down.

Not wanting to be too behind, Noah yanks his own shirt off, dropping it on the floor without ceremony. He stares at the generous bulge in Freddie's underwear and moves closer, smoothing his palms up Freddie's thighs, only then looking at his face.

"Let me," he says, tipping Freddie back and moving down his body, finding the damp spot on his underwear with his mouth, sucking at his cock over the thin layer of cotton.

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It's obvious Noah doesn't want to talk about his ex too much and Freddie can't blame him. From what he's been told so far, it hardly seems a fun topic and, if anything, Freddie wants Noah to feel good tonight.

And to maybe get his dick sucked.

His gaze drops to the shift of muscles as Noah deposits his own shirt, lips twitching into a grin and then an all-out smile as Noah shifts up and presses him back into the mattress. It falters only when he feels Noah's lips pressed against him through cotton, warm breath right against the wet tip of his cock.

"Fuck," he breathes, shifting his legs a bit so he can arch upward, reaching down to curl one hand around the nape of Noah's neck, a light hold but one filled with intent.

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Noah groans when he feels Freddie push toward him, and at the hand on his neck he nuzzles his entire face in the crook of Freddie's thigh, finding his balls, dragging his mouth along the curve of his cock.

"You can be rough, if you want," he says, meaning Freddie's hand, bringing his own hands to Freddie's hips. "I like that." He runs his fingers between the band of Freddie's underwear, looking up at him, and then starts to tug them down. "Or gentle. I like everything."

Carefully, he slides Freddie's underwear down, revealing his thick, flushed cock. The head is almost rosy, the tip uncut, and it's bigger than his own, he thinks. Noah can only stare at first, and then lets out a breathy, "Fuck. You're perfect."

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"Do you?" Freddie replies with a strangled sort of laugh. He lifts his hips as Noah starts to peel down his underpants, his eyes never leaving Noah's as the fabric is discarded. He sweeps a hand over his stomach, inhales as Noah stares, his blue eyes blown wide.

He hadn't assumed that Noah'd been lying at all, but there's something heady in the way Noah's staring at him, something that makes his ego blossom just a bit.

Slowly, he slides his hand down to curl around himself, giving a slow jerk as his eyes dart from Noah's eyes to his mouth and back again. "Still want to?" he asks, though he's fairly sure he knows the answer. His lips curl into a fond grin. "You can take your time. Explore."

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Noah's lips part when Freddie takes himself in hand. He gazes at the movement, absently biting his lower lip. His eyes finally return to Freddie's and he sits up. "I want to. If I didn't want to so bad, I wouldn't mind watching you jerk off, though. God," he says, and then grins a bit self-consciously at his own frankness. "Let me just..." Noah climbs off the bed, fumbling with his own jeans to get them down his legs, toeing off his socks. He pauses a moment, blushing, but finally slides his boxer briefs off and into the pile.

"So that's me." Realizing how dumb that sounded, Noah clamps his hands over his ears, knowing when he gets embarrassed and blushes that they go pink. He runs his fingers through his hair, clasping them behind his head, and then awkwardly drops them, finally returning to the bed. "Crap. I'm sorry I'm such a dork. I've only gotten naked with like two other people. One was during a threesome, so you'd think I'd be less lame."

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Not for the first time, Freddie's aware of just how warm Noah is. Warm and sweet and innocent in a way Freddie's not certain he's ever been. His face is flushed red, his eyes huge, and Freddie sits up with a grin as Noah slips off the bed to take care of his own jeans and briefs.

Freddie swings his legs over the edge of the bed, watching intently, taking in the lines of Noah's abs, all lithe, lean muscle and pale skin. His cock is a beautiful shape, long and flushed. Laughing a little, Freddie swings an arm out to catch Noah before he can drop onto the bed, drawing him to stand between Freddie's spread legs instead.

"Threesome?" Freddie says with a wide grin, intrigued as he slides his hands up Noah's bare sides. "Been in a few of those m'self. Have fun?" Before Noah can answer, he leans in, mouthing at the skin of Noah's chest, tongue finding the peak of one nipple as he slips his thumbs down the V of Noah's pelvic muscle, not quite reaching Noah's cock.

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Noah likes Freddie looking at him, even if he is a little self-conscious, and likes even more when he pulls him close. "I--" his reply breaks off with a small whimper from Freddie's tongue, his dick gives a twitch. Noah raises his hands to Freddie's hair this time and his body unconsciously bends toward him. Freddie's hands are warm and dangerously close to his cock, a mean tease.

"It was fun, yeah," he says, distracted. "Do you only sleep with guys, or do you like girls, too?"

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"Both," Freddie answers easily, sliding his hands to Noah's hips, one slipping further back to rest at the small of Noah's back as he mouths a line down Noah's sternum. He can feel Noah breathing, every inhale as he traces the lines of Noah's upper abs. "Just like sex, mostly."

He shrugs then, grinning as he pulls back, slipping his other hand down between Noah's legs, fingers grazing the weight of his balls briefly before he curls his fingers around the length of him, squeezing and then stroking him from base to tip. He's a nice size, a nice girth in Freddie's grip and his tip is already leaking. Freddie brushes a finger over it, smearing the liquid just a bit over the head. "You? Into both or just blokes?"

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After, Noah lays next to Freddie in bed, lazily tracing the slope of his shoulder, the curve of his jaw, combing fingers through his soft hair. He wants to stay. He likes Freddie, and if he's honestly he hates to sleep alone. But it's not like they're in a relationship, and Noah doesn't know the protocol for...anything. He could ask, but then he wouldn't want Freddie to feel obligated to say yes. He should leave. Even though this is really nice.

"I guess I should get going. This was really nice," he says, and smiles warmly, a little shyly.

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Noah's touch is slow and warm, lazy, fingers brushing through his hair and over his shoulder.

Freddie himself has one arm outstretched between them, the backs of his fingers grazing the bare skin of Noah's chest. He always likes these moments, the calm and quiet afterwards once the clamor has settled. It never lasts, of course. Nothing like this can. But he feels inclined to soak up while it does.

Some part of him isn't quite expecting Noah to be done so quickly, but he fights the drop of his stomach easily enough, fights way his smile wants to falter. "Yeah, 'course," he says, curling his hand back to his own chest as he takes a breath. "You need help with a cab or anything?"

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"No, thanks, though," Noah says, pausing, reluctant to leave, but not wanting to fall asleep and overstay his welcome. He just isn't sure what this means - did Freddie just want to sleep with him, does he want more? He hasn't had many past relationships, and Krem was the first that involved sex. But it hadn't moved this fast. Noah feels like he's skipped a few steps.

"I've never done this before," he says slowly. "Have you?"

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Not for the first time, Freddie's struck by how young Noah is. Despite the surprises he'd pulled in bed, the kid's only seventeen, has really only had one boyfriend before. Two sexual partners total.

Freddie has nine years of sexual experience on this kid.

So he lets out a quiet huff of a laugh at the question, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. "'bout twice a week," he says, sounding almost defensive. Dismissive. He can feel the walls reassembling bit by bit. It's good though, he thinks. Better now than later; better to get it the fuck over with. He doesn't care. He never fucking cares.

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"Oh."

Noah doesn't know what sort of answer he was expecting, but apparently it wasn't that by how it gives him pause. He watches Freddie pull away and sit up, and wishes for a moment that he wasn't still naked. Fluidly, Noah sits up, too.

"Always someone different?" he makes himself ask, wanting to know if this is it. He doesn't want it to be.

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His pants aren't too hard to find at least, and Freddie pulls them on, white elastic slapping against his skinl.

"Yeah, usually," he says because it really is no less than the truth as he slips his shorts on as well and tosses his discarded tank into the open closet. He doesn't mention how people tend to disappear pretty quickly, how there's always something about him that doesn't want to make them stick around. It's not a big deal. And it's not like Freddie wants to keep them around either. Sex is easy. Anything more is messy.

When he turns back to Noah, his expression has settled once more into cool indifference.

"Not gonna get all Puritan on me, are you?" he asks, eyebrow arched. "Not quite prepared for a lecture at the moment."

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Noah watches Freddie dress, even though it's his own apartment, but he thinks he understands why. Noah slips out of bed to find his own briefs and pants so he isn't the only one naked. He gets his briefs on, but is so taken aback by what he hears, sex is easy, anything more is messy, and the expression on Freddie's face when he turns back around, that he pauses with his pants only halfway pulled up.

"What?" he asks faintly, and then quickly tugs his pants all the way up, so flustered he just blurts it out. "No. I wanted to know if you'd go on a date with me."

He'll probably get shot down, Freddie doesn't date. But he thinks it's worth trying anyway.

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For a moment, Noah only stares at him and Freddie frowns, unsettled by that look on his face.

It's gone in an instant though, Noah ducking away as he tugs his trousers all the way up and his question is surprising enough that it's Freddie's turn to stare. At least before his lips crack into a smile and then falter when he realizes Noah's not smiling back.

"Wait, are you serious?"

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Noah starts to smile, more from nervousness than anything else. His arms hang at his sides, standing there half-dressed and feeling a little stupid, but he's already started so what does he really have to lose? "Yeah? I like you. You're nice, and handsome, and...really hot," he says, smiling now thinking about everything they'd just done together.

"It's okay if you're not into it. Or if I'm too young or whatever. I'd just like to spend more time with you, if you want to," he adds.

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In all honesty, Noah likely is too young. Young and sweet and far too good for someone as fucked up as Freddie. All his life, there's been older men, that's the type he's gravitated toward.

And now he is the older man.

But he can't deny how nice the evening was, how easy it'd been to lie with Noah, how eager and responsive and warm he'd been. Freddie's met his share of people in this town already, has already slept with more than a few. Noah's the first to ask him on an actual date, the first to want to spend time with him after already sucking his cock and it's... well, it feels nice, really.

"Yeah, okay," he finally manages, lifting a hand to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Sure. When?"

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Warmth fills Noah's chest and he smiles, wide and a little shy, but genuinely happy. He realizes after the fact that he was expecting Freddie to say no, and while he looks somewhat bewildered about the whole thing, he did say yes. Noah hasn't been on a date in forever. Even prom had been a group outing. Lately, being surrounded by friends who are all in love with each other, even if not all of them have actually worked out how to be together yet, has made him want someone, too.

"This weekend?" he answers, having not thought beyond the actual asking. "I can figure something out and call you."

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For a second, Noah actually looks surprised, before a wide, bright smile crosses his face. It's so open, is the thing. So honest. Like Noah doesn't care at all about appearances or putting up a cool front.

It's nothing at all like anything Freddie is used to.

His own smile then feels more nervous but he tries to relax a bit as he nods again. "Yeah, that sounds good. Or text me." And, if he's honest, he half expects Noah to do neither. Despite that smile, this could very easily be all heat-of-the-moment talk, to be forgotten come daybreak. "Texting is better when I'm at work."