Any worry he might've had over Noah not following fades when he feels Noah's hand slide into the back pocket of his jeans, the heat of him all along his back as he ducks into the men's room. It's not so busy tonight, but the loo still isn't quite empty. Freddie smirks at the guy just exiting the stall closest to the door, making no effort to hide exactly what he and Noah have planned before dragging Noah into the far one, flipping the latch as soon as they're both inside.
It's the larger stall and there's plenty of room to press Noah against the wall as Freddie crowds in close, slipping a hand up under Noah's shirt again as he breathes against his open mouth.
"Fuck, you're hot," he murmurs as his fingers skim over the dents of Noah's abs and up his ribs and he slips a thigh between Noah's legs. "Didn't think this'd be your thing."
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Date: 2016-09-11 10:49 pm (UTC)It's the larger stall and there's plenty of room to press Noah against the wall as Freddie crowds in close, slipping a hand up under Noah's shirt again as he breathes against his open mouth.
"Fuck, you're hot," he murmurs as his fingers skim over the dents of Noah's abs and up his ribs and he slips a thigh between Noah's legs. "Didn't think this'd be your thing."