Noah looks down into Freddie's blue eyes, his touch, his words sending a shiver along his skin. He never would have even thought to do anything in the restroom or anywhere else public. He knows it happens, but it's never been a fantasy he's imagined. But now, somehow, with how untethered he feels he can't deny the appeal. He wants it, he realizes. Maybe because he shouldn't.

"Here," he says, his throat too tight at the moment to say much else.