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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 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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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?"

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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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"I like it," Noah says, sinking to his knees and gazing up at Freddie. Even if he's already done it once, that doesn't mean he doesn't want to again. And again and again. It's not like he only wanted to in the first place because he hadn't before.

"I won't make you come," he promises, tearing his eyes away from Freddie's to pull his briefs down, freeing his cock, marveling again at the size of it. The idea of it inside him, fucking him, makes his own cock jerk, and he has to resist jerking himself. He came here for a reason, he reminds himself.

"I'll just get you nice and wet." Noah glances up with a smirk, holding Freddie's cock at the base so he can lean in, opening his mouth to suck at the head. Then, as promised, he takes it down further, nothing teasing or slow about the way he fucks himself on Freddie's cock.

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Freddie doesn't point out that getting wet won't matter seeing as he'll need to slick up a condom either way. He doesn't point it out because Noah's looking up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes and has a hand wrapped around him and is already sinking his warm, wet mouth down the length.

"Fuck," Freddie grunts as Noah takes all of him, Freddie's cock sliding right down the back of his throat. Leaning forward, he rests his weight on one arm against the wall, reaching down with the other to curl his fingers through Noah's hair, pushing the strands away from his forehead so he can better watch those lips wrapped around him, those hollowed cheeks.

With another stilted sound, he rolls his hips forward, matching Noah's rhythm as he brushes a thumb across Noah's high cheekbone.

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Noah moans his appreciation, knowing that anyone else in the bathroom is likely going to hear him. But Freddie hasn't told him to be quiet, and at the moment he just doesn't care. What he does care about is how his jaw is aching from how wide he's got his mouth open to take Freddie's cock, the taste, the weight of it. How deep he can take it, the way Freddie moves his own hips to set the pace.

Noah finds Freddie's hands with his and move them to his head. He stops sucking his cock and looks up at Freddie, meeting his eyes, hoping Freddie understands what he wants.

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Lips still wrapped tight around Freddie's dick, Noah reaches up, guiding the hand on Noah's cheek to back of his head. Getting the hint, Freddie pushes away from the wall to drop the other, fingers sifting through Noah's hair.

Noah's mouth is loose around him right now, eyes raised and Freddie lets out a low growl as he tightens his grip on Noah's hair just a little and rolls his hips forward. "Jesus, you are hot," he growls, rocking his hips back carefully and then forward once more, sucking in a gasp when he realizes how far Noah's letting him go. He could get off like this, he knows. Easy as anything. It's like Noah doesn't even need to fucking breathe.

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Noah whimpers in reply to Freddie's growl, the sound of it sending pleasant shivers down his back. He closes his eyes for a long moment, hands holding tight to the backs of Freddie's thighs, and lets go. He loses himself in the rhythm of Freddie's thrusts, the feeling of his mouth stretched and throat repeatedly filled, constricted, breathing sharply through his nose when he remembers to as he lets Freddie use him. He thinks he could come like this, untouched, even. His hips move, just a little, humping against air, and he moans for more, finally opening his eyes to try and see Freddie.

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Whatever practice Noah's had on his ex's toys, it's served him well, his cheeks hollowing and tongue flat along the underside of Freddie's dick, hands curled around his thighs, encouraging him to thrust, to shove in deep. And he does, biting back another groan when he can feel the length of his cock sliding down Noah's throat, those eyes blinking open after a time to meet Freddie's.

"Shit," he breathes then, his rhythm faltering as the brushes his thumbs along the dents of Noah's cheeks and around to the curve of his mouth. Much more of this at all and he knows he'll be through and, as much as he'd love to come in Noah's mouth, there's something more he wants right now.

He drops his hands to Noah's shoulders then and tilts his hips back, sliding free of Noah's slick, swollen lips as he yanks Noah to his feet. "Turn around," he says, though he's already turning Noah himself, arms wrapping around his waist to hurriedly work at the buttons of Noah's jeans and shoving the denim down his hips. He brushes his lips against the shell of Noah's ear and bites lightly at the lobe before growling, "Don't even want to take the time to stretch you. Jesus. Just wanna fuck you, so hard."

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Noah gasps at the loss, the sudden emptiness and the lingering ache in his jaw. Breathing hard, he's grateful for Freddie taking control and pulling him up, positioning him. Cramped legs and catching breath aside, the manhandling itself is a turn on and when Noah glances down he can see his cock, swollen and wet at the tip. He wants to touch himself but instead he braces his arms on the stall's wall, shivers from Freddie's warm breath against his ear, the growl in his voice, his words.

"Do it," Noah pants, spreading his legs, turning his face toward Freddie's. "Fuck me. Now."

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Noah goes easily, pressing his hands to the wall as Freddie shoves his trousers and pants down farther and then reaches into his own pocket to pull out a condom.

"Bossy," he murmurs with a low laugh, ducking his head enough to roll the rubber onto his cock before using one of the small containers of lube in his other pocket to slick up. With a hand on Noah's hip, he pulls him back slightly, tilting him just so before smoothing than hand down the smooth skin of Noah's arse cheek and spreading him just enough to see the tight, pink circle of his hole.

Biting his lip, Freddie leans in then, guiding the tip of his cock to Noah's hole and pressing. Unstretched as Noah is, Freddie knows better than to go too fast, easing back a bit before even the head of his cock is fully in before leaning in again, easing Noah into it bit by bit.

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Noah leans his forehead against his arm when Freddie begins to press his cock against Noah's hole. He inhales and wills his body to relax. He knows he can take this, because he can make his body listen to him. It's not something he could easily explain to Freddie, or would bother to try in a moment like this, but he can and it makes fucking without stretching a lot easier.

Freddie's cock starts to press inside, then eases out and pushes back in, stretching the muscle and drawing a long moan from low in Noah's throat. He likes that it hurts a little, he bites his wrist and shifts. His fingers curl into a fist against the wall. "You're so fucking big. Fuck." He laughs, a breathy sound. "I feel like you're gonna split me in half."

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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.

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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.