Freddie's grin breaks into a wide smile at that and he lets out a quick laugh, nodding. "Can't say that didn't have something to do with it," he admits, sliding his hands over Noah's flat stomach and chest as Noah steps in closer.

The invitation isn't one he's expecting and he can't help but wonder if this is some sort of revenge plot. Noah's hands are warm on his thighs, thumbs grazing very close to Freddie's dick. His smile wavers just a bit, head cocking as he tries to figure out what Noah's angling for here, if he's asking just for the opportunity to wind Freddie up and then turn him down.

"And if I do?" he asks, sliding one hand down to brush his thumb over Noah's navel. "You'll find someone else here to cop off with?"