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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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Freddie's not been here long. He's only about halfway through his first pint, in fact, pausing every now and then to chat with the bartender. His name's Chad, apparently. In his senior year at Barton, studying bio-chem and working at the bar to pay for his books and room and board. He's tall, too. A ginger. Freddie's not yet sure when he's Chad might be off for the night, but it's not as though he has anywhere else to be and he has the feeling he might get another free drink or two if he stays a bit.

And it's not like he doesn't have plenty of other people to look at in the meantime. There's a girl out with her mates, it seems, not too far away. Freddie catches her eye and they share a quick smile. Freddie takes another sip of his pint and nearly jumps a foot in the air when there's someone suddenly right beside him.

"Jesus," he breathes on an awkward laugh before the smile slips entirely. He hadn't honestly thought he'd see Noah again after the other night. Or at least not so soon. And he has no idea how to read the expression on his face either, but it's making him a bit nervous.

He refuses to let it show.

Sitting up a bit straighter, he tips his head back, pulls his lips into a smile. "Fancy seeing you here. Trying to hunt down another date?"

Noah's face goes hot. He hadn't expected to have that thrown in his face with barely a word between them, and suddenly he feels like a kid. He backs off with a muttered, "Nevermind." It's not worth the embarrassment. Anyway, if Freddie can find random guys in this place, so can he. It's not like it has to be with someone he knows, and he's sure anyone else is just as good.

Noah's face so hard and so fast that Freddie feels an immediate pang of guilt. It hits hard enough that he doesn't even trying fighting it off, but instead drops all of his posturing, shoulders relaxing as he rests his pint glass against his thigh and reaches out his free hand to grab Noah by the arm.

"Shit," he mutters to himself, tipping his head down enough to try to meet Noah's eyes again. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just-- It's habit. I'm sorry."

Noah doesn't know what part of this is a habit, but at the moment he honestly doesn't care.

"You didn't have to say yes, you know," he says, moving his arm out of Freddie's grip. "When I asked you out, you could have just said no." Freddie could have said anything; that he wasn't into dating, that Noah was too young, that he just wasn't into Noah like that. It would have sucked to hear, but thinking Freddie had been interested and then sitting through that movie like an idiot was worse. He'd hoped this wouldn't come up, he hadn't expected a jab about the damn thing. He just wanted to blow Freddie again and feel good for a little while.

Noah pulls away roughly and Freddie drops his hand away to cup his pint glass, frown deepening as Noah sulks at him.

"Didn't want to say no," Freddie replies, watching Noah carefully. He's uncomfortable already, clearly not pissed enough for this conversation and he tries to put up his wall again, lips pursing. "It's not like I've never gone on a date before."

And he actually likes Noah, though he doesn't say as much. For one, it's not likely Noah will believe him. And it doesn't make any difference anyway, not now.

His eyes narrow then, stomach twisting uncomfortably. "Did you seek me out just to tell me that?"

"No. I didn't want to talk about that at all, but since you brought it up, a tip for future dates - maybe act like you want to be with the person you're on the date with," Noah says, meeting Freddie's own indignant look with his own. He had to wonder, though, about the sort of people Freddie does date, and how different they are from him.

Freddie's frown deepens as he realizes Noah had actually seen him chatting with Jake after all. He'd thought there'd been enough people between them and him for Noah not to have seen, that he hadn't taken too long in his trip to the loo, but apparently he'd miscalculated.

He feels another low pang of guilt then, lips twisting before he can remember to put his wall back up and he tries to shove it aside by stretching back to rest his elbows on the edge of the bar counter, posture inviting. "You want another go then?" he asks, head cocked. "Dinner somewhere? Coffee?"

"No," Noah says, and gives Freddie a look, like see how easy that was? He wouldn't have been so blunt if he thought Freddie actually wanted another date, but he knows he's just being sarcastic.

"But hey, actually, can I ask you something? Was I okay? Like, the other stuff," he adds, looking plainly at Freddie, fixing his expression so that he won't at least look as vulnerable as he feels in that moment. He isn't convinced he wants to do any of that again with Freddie now, but for sure if Freddie wasn't even into that he's not going to broach it.

It's the look Noah shoots him that has him grinning this time, guilt washing away into something like approval. Noah may be young, may be far sweeter than someone like Freddie deserves, but he can clearly still give as good as he's getting.

The question Noah poses only solidifies that. Freddie's eyebrows lift in surprise and he says nothing at all for a moment before letting out a quick breath of a laugh. He takes another sip of his beer and then reaches back behind himself to set it on the bar before turning back to face Noah. Reaching out, he curls his hands behind Noah's thighs and pulls in him close, head tipped back to grin up at him.

"I'd never have said yes to the date if you weren't," Freddie says rather bluntly as he slides his hands up to Noah's hips. He cocks his head then, gaze dropping to wander down the stretch of Noah's chest and up again before he adds, "Honestly, that night was the best I'd had since I got here. What's that tell you?"

Freddie's hands are a warm pressure on Noah's thighs, and a moment later, his hips. The way Freddie handles him, looks at him, makes Noah suddenly conscious of why it's Freddie he sought out and not some stranger.

His eyes narrow in suspicion to be told he was the best, or at least that it was the best night, but he can't hear a lie or even read one in Freddie's expression. "Probably because I don't have a gag reflex," he says, mouth curling into a shy, but amused, smirk.

Noah steps closer between the V of Freddie's legs, smoothing his own hands up Freddie's thighs, his thumbs dangerously close to Freddie's crotch. "I was thinking we could go again? If you don't have other plans."

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?"

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.

Noah's hand slides higher, fingers curling to cup Freddie's cock through his jeans. He isn't hard yet, but with the pressure of Noah's hand and those inviting blue eyes, he knows he's likely to get there soon. He bites his lip as he fights the urge to rock forward.

"Does that make me a first choice then?" he asks then, head still tipped back to meet Noah's eyes as he drags his thumb down the sparse trail of hair below Noah's navel, stopping just above his waistband. He glances to the side, eyeing a girl a few spots down at the bar before looking to Noah again. "Wouldn't rather with her? Or is it a cock you're after tonight?"

Edited 2016-09-09 18:38 (UTC)

Noah doesn't even bother to look, because however appealing the girl Freddie's referring to, that's not what he had in mind. He leans forward until he's close enough to speak quietly and not be overheard, his hand still working Freddie's cock over his jeans.

"I want you to fuck me like you talked about before," he says, hoping Freddie remembers. He remembers, because it's one of the hottest things anyone's ever said to him.

Freddie sucks in a breath as Noah leans in closer, still working a hand over his jeans, making Freddie's cock jerk as Freddie spreads his legs wider, welcoming the touch.

"Yeah?" he asks, loving the promise in that tone as he smooths a hand higher up Noah's shirt, fingertips grazing over his flat abs, their lips just a breath apart now where Freddie's focus is entirely on Noah. "Want me to bend you over and stuff you full? Come all up inside you?"

Noah can feel Freddie get grow hard, and if he already wasn't himself, Freddie's filthy mouth would have been enough to get him there.

Noah's eyes close for a long moment as he imagines it, Freddie's cock stretching him, pounding him, filling him with his come. His hand gently squeezes Freddie's cock, a still, claiming touch. "Yeah," he breathes, touching his nose to Freddie's, their lips grazing. "That's what I want."

It could still be a trick, Freddie knows, an elaborate attempt to get Freddie all hot and bothered before tossing him aside.

But Noah's hand on him is warm and claiming, fondling him hard, and those lips are brushing hotly against his own. Carefully, Freddie frees one hand from under Noah's shirt to cup the side of his face instead, keeping him there as he grazes his thumb along the corner of Noah's mouth. "It's a ten minute walk back to my place," he says, a low whisper. "Can stretch you out across my bed, take my time with you. Or," he adds, nuzzling a line to Noah's ear to whisper, "I can fuck you here, in the toilet. You want it that bad?"

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.

It seems Noah's never going to stop surprising him, that quite response going straight to Freddie's cock as he lets out a low, impressed laugh.

"Good choice," he says, smoothing his hands down to Noah's hips to push him back enough for him to slide off his seat. He stays close once he's on his feet, grinning down into Noah's blue eyes as he lifts a hand to lightly cup his jaw and pull him into a kiss. It's slow and filthy, demanding entrance into Noah's mouth with a swipe of his tongue before he pulls back, licking the taste of Noah off his bottom lip.

"Come on," he says then, giving Noah's belt loop a playful tug before turning to head to the loo, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure Noah's following.

Noah grabs Freddie's shirt and melts into the kiss, opening his mouth for Freddie's tongue, eyes slipped closed. He starts to suck it when Freddie pulls away, Noah leaning toward him to follow, slowly opening his eyes. "Tease," he says, cheeks warm and mouth curved into a shy smile, any previous grievances forgotten.

He tucks his hand into Freddie's back pocket and follows, glancing around to see if anyone notices them and if they have any idea what they're about to do.

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."

"Me?" Noah whispers, wondering how that's possible when Freddie's the one with all the best ideas. He's the one taking control, pushing Noah up against the wall and pressing his thigh between his legs, eliciting a soft whimper.

"I don't know if it is," he admits with a breathless laugh. "I've never done anything like this." He raises his hands, cupping Freddie's face to bring him closer, to kiss him. He teases with just the tip of his tongue, barely parting his mouth, slowly, slowly rolling hips to ride Freddie's leg.

Edited 2016-09-11 23:29 (UTC)

If he's honest, it's not something Freddie's done all that often either, preferring a bed or at least a horizontal surface most of the time. But there's something deliciously illicit about fucking in public spaces that gets to him sometimes, particularly when his partner seems equally into it.

And Noah's responding well now, his hands cupping Freddie's face as he rocks his hips downward, grinding against Freddie's thigh, already clearly hard in his jeans. "First time for everything, yeah?" he says with a low, quietly laugh before licking into Noah's mouth, the kiss turning suddenly hungrier.

The loo isn't exactly made for a slow, luxurious fuck, so Freddie pulls back a moment later, just enough to unsnap the top button of Noah's jeans and slip a hand inside, fingers curling around the bare skin of his cock and stroking up to the tip with a tight squeeze.

Noah's eyes are still half-closed from the kiss when Freddie strokes him, squeezes almost too hard, but in a way Noah likes. He lets out a soft, helpless sound, and grabs Freddie's arm. "Wait," he says, a little breathless. "Let me suck you first. Please? Just for a minute."

Because if he's going to get fucked in a public bathroom he might as well go all out. He doesn't wait for permission before fumbling with Freddie's pants, his own fingers trembling in anticipation.

It's not what Freddie's expecting at all, Noah wanting to suck him again. He already has, after all, he already knows the feel and weight of Freddie's cock in his mouth, an actual cock, not a toy this time.

Noah's hands are on his trousers before he can even think to deny Noah a damn thing, not that he would. Instead, he only ducks his head enough to watch those fingers pull open his jeans, hurried and uncoordinated in the best way. He lets out a rough breath before nodding, his hand resting heavily on Noah's shoulder, pushing slightly to encourage him to his knees. "Yeah, c'mon," he whispers, eyes dark. "Suck me. But don't-- don't make me come. Want to fuck you."

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