Freddie keeps touching him. This isn't the dance club where feeling one another up is simply part of the experience, but just some bar. It's dark, but not that dark. Freddie doesn't seem to care, hands roaming over Noah's shirt and then under, and something about it, that shamelessness in public, emboldens Noah. Does it really matter if he gets kicked out for being indecent? He slips his own hand between Freddie's legs to cup his dick, wondering if he can get him hard before they leave. If Freddie wants to leave with him.
"That was the plan," Noah says, his eyes staying on Freddie's as he gently squeezes.
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Date: 2016-09-09 05:01 pm (UTC)"That was the plan," Noah says, his eyes staying on Freddie's as he gently squeezes.