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Noah wishes he could say he's not in his right mind, but he knows exactly what he's doing. He's sober in every possible way, too sober, which is why he's looking for another way to lose himself. He doesn't really do one night stands, which is evidenced by the poor decision he'd made of asking one on a date. Lesson learned, but there's still a problem: he doesn't know anyone else he can have casual sex with. Because that's what he needs right now. He wants that night with Freddie again, where nothing mattered except that it felt good. But Freddie is the only one he can think of to have that with, and he isn't sure Freddie actually wants to see him again.

In the end he decides to try. It isn't like he can humiliate himself much worse than he already has.

He finds Freddie the way he finds everyone else, but walks through the bar's front door like a human. There's a moment of hesitation, a gathering of nerves and courage, and then Noah moves to Freddie's side. "Hey."

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Already, Noah's responding, shifting against the wall to arch his hips back, to take more. He has one hand fisted against the wall, his face ducked into his arm and Freddie pushes in further, only letting go of his dick once the head's popped past that tight ring of muscle. The glide then is easy and Freddie doesn't bother to hold back a moan as he sinks right in.

"You're so fucking tight, Jesus," he counters, sliding his hands up Noah's sides and then back to his hips as he leans in to brush his lips against the curve of Noah's neck in an open-mouthed kiss.

He stills only when he's buried deep in Noah's arse, pausing to catch his breath and to let Noah relax around him. "Okay?" he asks after a moment, his voice shaky with the effort of holding himself back from just fucking in hard.

Noah lets out a long, soft cry as Freddie's cock fills him, sliding in with ease, without pause. Too big, Noah thinks, aching, legs weak, his body threatening for a moment to slump back against Freddie's chest.

He makes a sound like a whimper in response to Freddie saying he's tight, head tipped against his own arm, mouth parted. Dimly, he's aware of a faucet turning on, of a urinal flushing, of a tittering voice and muffled talking from a few stalls over, and realization of where they are hits him hard. There's no way anyone else in the room can't hear them and know exactly what they're doing. Noah's cock twitches at the thought and he reaches down to squeeze it.

"Please," is all he can manage, pushing back against Freddie's dick.

Noah makes a soft noise and Freddie tightens his hold on Noah's sides, keeping him locked between himself and the wall as he brushes his lips up higher along his neck, stopping just below the curve of his ear.

"Tell me if it's too much," he whispers, pulling his hips back then just a bit before rocking forward again, rocking in. Noah really is fucking unbelievably tight and Freddie has to go slow to avoid coming too soon, his breath hot against the side of Noah's neck, grinning at the sounds around them, the voices, the low murmurs that make it clear everyone knows just exactly what they're doing in here.

He stills then, deep inside, dropping his voice low, just for Noah. "Like that?" he asks with a very slight grind of his hips. "Like that everyone out there knows you're getting fucked?"

It is too much, but that's what Noah wanted. He feels like he's so full of Freddie's cock that he can't breathe, and when Freddie moves he rubs right up against that spot inside, leaving Noah shivery, aching for more. It's been so long since he's had this, and he's never done it without being stretched first.

Noah lets out a soft, helpless sound when Freddie grinds his cock deep, his breath hot against Noah's skin, his body pressed up against Noah's back. Noah's hands are shaking a little and he feels a tendril of shame at Freddie's question, his face heating up, but he answers honestly, "Yes."

"Should I..." He swallows, his voice wavering, a whisper. "Should I try to be more quiet?"

"Only if you want to," Freddie replies, his voice still low, still just for Noah as he slides one hand up along Noah's stomach, feeling the shiver and expanse as he breathes. Freddie rocks forward again, hissing once more at the hold Noah has on him and he ducks his head just a little to look down between them, catching a glimpse of his cock pulling back and then sliding back in, lewd and hot as fuck.

He looks up then a moment later, at the flush of red along the back of Noah's neck. He leans in to kiss the skin, Noah's warm against his lips as he rolls his hips forward again. "You could let them all know how good it feels," he murmurs, his other hand still on Noah's hip. "Does it feel good, Noah? Do you like having my cock inside you?"

Noah had asked more for Freddie's sake, because no, he doesn't think he wants to at all. He's not sure he even could, not unless he physically covered his own mouth, as every thrust punches a moan out of him. He reaches back with his free hand instead, cupping the back of Freddie's head, fingers buried in his hair, spreading his legs a little further apart with his hips tipped toward Freddie.

He doesn't hold back when Freddie sicks into him again, though every pause is maddening. "Love your cock fucking me," he pants, his fingers curling, tugging at Freddie's hair. "Knew you were just what I needed, Freddie." Letting go of his dick, he braces his hand on the wall. "Could fuck me harder, though. A lot harder."

It's obvious Noah has no desire to hold back, a moan punching free as Freddie pushes in again. He shifts slightly, tiling his hips back for more, his back a delicious little curve as he reaches to sink his fingers into Freddie's hair, holding on as Freddie fucks his hips forward.

"Yeah?" he asks, honestly surprised Noah had really been seeking him out specifically. He slides the hand he has on Noah's belly lower, fingers trailing down the line of hair south of his navel as he pushes in harder. "Don't want to disappoint then, do we?"

He turns his head a bit then, teeth scraping the skin of Noah's neck as he rocks his hips in harder, hard enough that the smack of skin on skin mixes in with the murmurs and whispers. "Christ you feel good," he groans, mouth open against Noah's shoulder. "Just want to come up inside you or, better yet, come all over you. Would you like that? If I just pull out when I'm close and come all over your back?"

"Freddie," Noah pleads, his voice still hoarse at the edges from deep throating him. There's nothing disappointing about the way Freddie's thrusts take on a new, faster rhythm, hitting Noah inside in just the right way to bring him to the verge of coming. His dick is practically throbbing with need, and having Freddie's hand so teasingly close just makes it worse. Noah wants to shove up with his hips, to beg for Freddie to touch him, but he's so lost in the sensation of Freddie's cock slamming into him over and over that he can hardly think.

And then Freddie offers something Noah would have never even thought of, and he nods a little, his answer breathy but certain. "God yes." His hand squeezes at the back of Freddie's neck, keeping him close. "I want your come all over me."

There isn't a single thing Freddie's suggested or mentioned that Noah doesn't seem into, his answers always immediate, right on the edge of begging, and it's unbelievably hot. Slamming his hips forward, Freddie swallows back a groan as Noah's hold on his hair tightens and he smooths his hand lower, fingers finding the base of Noah's cock and wrapping around him gently.

"You're gonna come for me first, yeah?" he says, his voice strained with exertion as, lips dragging against the bolt of Noah's jaw. "All over that wall. I want to hear it. I want to feel, fuck. God, Noah, I want you to come on my cock."

Noah has hardly stopped moaning, but when Freddie's hand wraps around his cock and his hips snap, slamming into him, Noah cries out, letting go of Freddie to smack his hand against the wall to help hold himself up. Freddie's hips are moving like a piston, the head of his cock stroking inside, making Noah want to sob from how good it feels. The intensity of Freddie's thrusts, Freddie's mouth on him, his words, his hand, the thought of Noah coming on Freddie. It's all too much. Noah can't even reply, or tell him yes, yes he'll come on his cock. Anywhere. Whatever he wants.

He swears and comes with a strangled sound, his body almost collapsing forward from the way his legs go weak.

"Holy fuck," Freddie breathes as Noah rocks back hard against him, his moans echoing off the tiles, legs nearly going limp. Freddie keeps him standing with his other hand and a bend of his knees, still rocking his hips in hard as Noah clenches down tight around him, spilling all over his fingers and doubtlessly painting the wall.

Tight as Noah is, Freddie can only grind forward a bit more as Noah moans through his orgasm, and he can feel his own balls drawing up tight, his breath catching high in his chest before he pulls back, slipping free of Noah's warm body and quickly stripping off the condom.

"Fuck, you are hot," he growls, one hand still on Noah's hip, holding him steady, as he works the other furiously over his cock. It's not as good as Noah's arse, not nearly so warm and tight, but as worked up as he is, it still takes no time at all before he's coming, orgasm crashing over him with a stilted groan as he shoots across the pale skin of Noah's arse cheek and lower back, beads of coming dripping down his skin.

It's so good, somehow, when Freddie keeps fucking him after he's come, how Freddie helps keep him standing so he can keep fucking him, like Noah's body is his to use now for his own pleasure and nothing else. Noah keeps moaning, soft, sleepy whimpers and sounds, wondering how it can be a turn on when he's totally spent.

And then Freddie's pulling out and Noah can hear his hand working his cock. "Come on, come on," Noah murmurs, encouragingly, until he feels what is unmistakably Freddie's hot, wet come splatter across his back. He shivers. He feels filthy, getting fucking in a public restroom, begging his partner to come on him.

He can't find it in himself to care.

He turns, still breathing hard, face flushed and smile tilted. "You're amazing."

Freddie's still staring down at his own fist on his cock, squeezing out the last few drops when Noah turn to face him, streaks of come doubtlessly still slicking down his back. It's utterly filthy, really, the idea of Noah letting his shirt drop and pulling his pants up, going back out into the bar with Freddie's come painting his skin.

He lets out a quiet laugh as he lets go of himself and lifts his wet, come slick fingers to Noah's mouth, smearing his thumb across that full bottom lip. "Were you really looking for me specifically tonight?" he asks, not entirely sure why that makes a difference. But it does. He steps in closer at he same time, crowding Noah further against the wall as he wipes two fingers along Noah's jaw like war paint and then leans in to lick it off.

Noah smiles, licking a stripe along the inside of his lip, trying to watch Freddie. He wraps an arm around his waist and doesn't let his back touch the wall, not wanting to upset the come. He wants to put his clothes back on over it, knowing Freddie likes the idea.

"Mmhm." Noah brings his other hand up to guide Freddie's mouth to his, kissing him languidly, open-mouthed, to share the taste of his own come. He lingers a little before explaining, his voice soft so they won't be overheard. "I know our date didn't go well, but, you know. That was a product of my own wishful thinking. I'm disgustingly romantic at heart." He grins, toying with the hair above Freddie's ear. "But, uh. You were good to me, before. I knew I could trust you."

"Plus you have a huge cock," he says with a laugh.

It's Noah that tips into a kiss and Freddie's all too eager to fall into it, humming softly at the taste of his own come on Noah's lips and tongue. It's somehow filthy and sweet at the same time and his teeth catch on Noah's bottom lip as he pulls away, Noah's fingers brushing through the hair above his ear.

"And what, you just really wanted to get fucked tonight?" he asks with a laugh, smoothing his hands down Noah's sides, reaching for the fabric bunched around his thighs and carefully pulling it up.

"Is that bad?" Noah asks, because he doesn't want to feel guilty, and he thought Freddie was maybe the one person who wouldn't judge him. It's a strange feeling, the mix of shame and tenderness while Freddie is putting his pants back on for him.

Freddie frowns a little in confusion, as he gently tucks Noah back into his pants and then lifts a hand to his own mouth to lick the come off his fingers.

"Why would that be bad?" he asks, stepping back only far enough to pull up his own jeans. "Just surprising is all given... dunno, you just don't seem like the type, I s'pose. Sorta got the impression it's a relationship you're after."

Noah picks both of their shirts up off the ground to mask his expression, and then pulls Freddie's down over his head in return for the help with his pants. He smiles, refusing to give in to negative feelings or self-doubt after how good everything they did just felt. "I'm full of surprises."

"I could use a shower," he says, pulling his own shirt on. "Wanna go back to your place?"

Curious now, Freddie keeps a smile on his face as he watches Noah and runs a hand through his hair before shrugging.

"Sure," he says, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up as Noah slips into his own shirt. Noah could just as easily go back to his own place for a shower, but if he's inviting himself to Freddie's, that likely means there might be more in store for the evening and Freddie can't say he's at all opposed.

"Just to be clear," he adds with a tilt of his head, "there's no hard feelings about before, is there? Or, y'know. Expectations."

"If I had any hard feelings, I wouldn't have just done that," Noah says blandly, combing his fingers through his hair to get it under control. He can still feel the come on his back, the lingering ache from being fucked - that's all he wants to think about right now, he can feel crappy about himself later when he's alone. He unlatches the door, leaning on it and looking at Freddie.

"Just one expectation," he says, looking Freddie over with a smirk, before he laughs at his own attempt at flirting and walks out of the stall.

There's a small crowd awaiting them outside the stall, a few men smiling in admiration and a few more who look either disgusted or irritated.

Freddie swaggers past all of them, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure Noah's following and smirking at that little teasing answer. "Yeah, and what might that one be? That my shower will come equipped with warm water?"

Stupidly, Noah had forgotten about the other men in the restroom. He hadn't expected to see them standing there, looking plainly at Freddie and him, a few even leering.

Freddie doesn't seem bothered at all.

Noah curls a finger in one of the belt loops of Freddie's jeans and follows him, hoping it seems flirty when in reality he's just barely keeping himself from hiding his face against Freddie's back.

"That you'll join me," he answers belatedly once they're through the door.

Noah stays close, a finger hooked in one of Freddie's belt loops as they step out of the toilets and back into the bar. Turning just a bit, Freddie reaches back to uncurl that finger so he can hold Noah's hand and lead him through the crowd and outside, the crisp air cooling his skin as he releases Noah's hand and slides it back into his pocket.

He's still grinning though and he gives Noah's arm a nudge with his own. "That all you're after then? A quickie in the shower before you run out for the night."

Noah relaxes and smiles when Freddie takes his hand, but isn't surprised when he lets go once they're outside. Noah shoves his own hands into his pockets and sighs at Freddie's comment.

"Why are you being so hard on me?" he groans, nudging Freddie back. "I just want some company."

"You make it too easy, mate," Freddie replies with a laugh. There's nothing cruel in his tone, all of it playful as Noah bumps his arm in return and Freddie steers them toward High Gate. "Not tellin' you to go home, am I? Though I'm starting to wonder if you have one. Or are you just fond of mine?"