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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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"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.

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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?"

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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?"

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"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?"

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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."

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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?"

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"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."

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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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."