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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]

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."