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[iwasmore]

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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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[iwasmore]

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.

[thisfaceismine]

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?"

[iwasmore]

"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?"

[thisfaceismine]

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.

[iwasmore]

"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.

[thisfaceismine]

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."

[iwasmore]

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.

[thisfaceismine]

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?"

[iwasmore]

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.

[thisfaceismine]

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?"

[iwasmore]

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."

[thisfaceismine]

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."

[iwasmore]

"Sure!" Noah says, and looks for both his phone and his shirt. He scoops them up when he finds them and brings them over to Freddie, opening up his contacts and typing in Freddie's name. He nudges Freddie gently in the shoulder and holds the phone out to him. "Put your number in?"

[thisfaceismine]

Noah grabs his shirt up off the floor and blue illuminates against his pale face as he turns on his phone.

Freddie finds himself staring for a moment, bewildered even as Noah holds it out to him, a contact field already brought up with his name typed in. He considers adding his last name, considers adding a fake one because it's not like Noah would have any clue, before he decides to do neither and instead taps in his phone number, the strange American one that had been given to him upon his arrival.

He nearly advises Noah to test it before realizing how stupid that sounds and instead pastes on another smile. "You sure about the cab? I can lend you a few quid," he asks, still unsettled and awkward.

[iwasmore]

Noah pulls his shirt on as Freddie adds his number into the cell and scrubs a hand through his hair to try and comb it back so he doesn't return to Hywel looking so rumpled. With Gansey back there's now insomniacs, so there's never telling who's going to be awake and around at all hours.

"No, it's fine, thank you," he says, watching Freddie closely as he takes his phone back. "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

[thisfaceismine]

It's Noah's question that knocks Freddie back into himself, his brow furrowing for a second before he lets out a quick humorless laugh and shakes his head.

"No, it's-- No," he says, realizing that doesn't sound too reassuring. He gives a jerk of his head toward the door before walking Noah to it. His smile is small then, almost sheepish when he reaches the door, turning back to Noah. "Just wasn't quite expecting to end the night with a date."