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Freddie's hand moves lower and so does his finger, and Noah's stomach flutters in anticipation. "We should probably stop," he says, a feeble protest. There are people in the pool with them. There are people on the patio. Literally any one of his friends could walk into this area at any moment and see this. And maybe they wouldn't see where Freddie's hand is, but they'd see Noah draped on him and he'd have to explain.

He tells himself to move away, but his body doesn't cooperate.

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"Mmm, should we?" Freddie replies with a tone that indicates he's really not much interested in that. Noah's not pushing him away, not stilling Freddie's touch in any way at all, not sliding out of his arms.

No, he's still pressed all along Freddie's front, arms draped over Freddie's shoulders. Grinning, Freddie ducks into the curve of his neck to press an open-mouthed kiss to damp skin as he slips his finger lower yet, the tip right up against the rim of Noah's hole, though not yet breaching.

He drags his lips along Noah's jaw and murmurs, "You're not sounding too convincing."

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Noah closes his eyes for a long moment when Freddie's mouth presses warm against his neck. He kisses upward, his mouth sending shivers along Noah's skin.

"My brain says stop, my dick says don't," he says, a tinge of laughter in his voice, weighted down with how turned on he already is. From hardly anything. Freddie's finger isn't even moving, but the promise of more is enough.

"My brain says anyone who looks over is going to know exactly what you're doing. And like, nearly everyone I know is at this party."

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"So everyone at this party will know you're copping off," Freddie replies with an easy shrug before curling his fingers just a bit, brushing back and forth over Noah's hole, teasing with every swipe. "What's so wrong with that? 'Fraid of making them jealous?"

He pulls back a bit then, far enough to meet Noah's eyes, lips ghosting over his as he drops his voice lower. "Didn't seem to mind in the toilet the other week."

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Noah whimpers, shifting to spread his legs a little further to give Freddie easier access, pressing his half-hard cock snugly between Freddie's thigh and his own cock. Fuck, he's weak when it comes to having his rim teased. And the element of being out in the open, the swirl of shame and the thrill that they might get caught just magnifies it.

He knows better than this, but when he locks eyes with Freddie's, when he feels Freddie's breath hot on his face, his lips so close, he knows he's putty in his hands.

"No one could see us," he whispers, pressing forward to kiss Freddie, open mouthed and soft.

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Despite his protests, Noah spreads his legs wider under the water, allowing Freddie better room to continue touching. And so he does, grazing his finger back and forth before slowing enough to press the tip inside, far enough to hook just on the rim.

"Being seen is half the fun," he says with a grin that's quickly hidden against the press of Noah's mouth. It's a slow kiss, wet and indulgent and Freddie sinks into it easily with a low groan. He slides his other hand down at the same time, over the swell of Noah's arse to part his cheeks further, the movement of his fingers still hidden under the stretch of cotton.

Still working his one finger, he pulls back from the kiss a moment later, his voice dropped low. "Imagine what they'd all think if they saw me licking you open right now instead."

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At the slight pressure of Freddie's finger pressing into him just so and the friction of its movement around his rim makes Noah moan, a helpless, soft noise, into the kiss. It's such a tease and it's exactly what he loves. If they weren't in the pool he'd be grinding against the crook of Freddie's thigh, but Noah restrains himself, not wanting to upset the water too much.

When Freddie pulls back from the kiss, Noah leans forward for more until he hears Freddie speak. He ducks his head instead, tucking his face against Freddie's neck to hide it and muffle the low whine that escapes like it's really happening, Freddie fucking him with his tongue right here in the middle of everything. Noah's arms lower until his hands are gently holding onto Freddie's shoulders. "They'd wish they were me," he says with a breathless laugh, opening his mouth against all that warm skin, lightly sucking along Freddie's neck like an afterthought.

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Noah's so gorgeously responsive. He's been that way from the start, melting under every touch, whimpering and moaning with every press of tongue or finger. He ducks into Freddie's neck now, still holding on as he mouths at Freddie's neck.

"Or me," he agrees with a smirk, wiggling his finger slowly, tugging and tracing along Noah's rim but not pushing any further. Not yet.

There's a guy at the other end of the pool leaning back against the ledge, his eyes locked on Freddie and Noah, and Freddie smirks in response, holds the guys gaze even as he turns his head a bit to whisper against the shell of Noah's ear. "You taste incredible. Want to bend you over the edge of the pool right now and just go to town, show everyone here how sweet your hole looks all wet and licked open."

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With every movement of Freddie's finger Noah can't help making a quiet sound, it's such a delicious tease, almost, almost inside, almost enough pressure, enough friction, leaving him dangling on the edge.

"I want you to," he says, his voice breathy and soft, a whispered confession. He's almost begging, even though he knows they can't, it's too much. But he isn't a hundred percent sure that if Freddie really did it, bent him over the side of the pool, that he'd be able to say no. "Please..."

Noah's heart is beating a mile a minute. Slowly, he starts to rut up against Freddie, sleepy, deliberate movements in hopes that it won't be obvious, that no one will notice, but he's achingly hard and he needs more.

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Despite Noah's whispered, wanting plea, and the way he's started rocking just the smallest bit against Freddie's thigh, Freddie knows that actually going that far is liable to get them kicked out. Noah's clearly enjoying the talking, though, and their friend across the pool is enjoying the show.

He shifts the smallest bit, turning his leg so Noah can essentially straddle it, Noah's long, hard cock covered only by thin cotton as Freddie eases his finger in just the smallest bit further. It's still only a tease, the angle all wrong for him to get too deep.

"You want everyone to look?" he asks, lips still pressed to Noah's ear and voice low. "Want everyone to watch me slip my tongue inside you, you want them to watch you get fucked?"

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"Yes," Noah whispers helplessly, even though he isn't even sure it's the idea of people watching that's getting him off, or the thought of Freddie tongue-fucking him. He drags his cock against Freddie's leg, and with his finger barely breaching Noah's hole it's such a slow burn.

Noah cups the side of Freddie's face not tilted toward his own, his other hand pressed to Freddie's chest. "Jack me off, please."

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"Christ," Freddie breathes, that simple, whispered request rushing straight to his cock.

Noah's pressed up close, one hand braced against Freddie's bare chest, the other cupping his face and, carefully, Freddie sneaks his other hand further between them, following the lines of muscle along Noah's abdomen down to slip beneath the waistband of his underpants. He slides his other hand out at the same time, but rests it over the cotton instead, fingers right where they were before, brushing over Noah's hole.

"Quite naughty, isn't it?" he murmurs, his voice low against Noah's lips as he curls his fingers around Noah's hot length, stroking him slowly from base to tip. "Fuck, you are hot."

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Noah lets out a breathy moan when Freddie takes him in hand, somehow both a relief and tightening the coil low in his belly. With Freddie's lips brushing his, he takes advantage of his closeness, kissing him open mouthed to try and hide and muffle the sounds Freddie's hand draws out of him.

"Me?" he asks, the hint of laughter in his voice. It dies with a low whimper when Freddie's hand squeezes just so. His fingers curl around Freddie's jaw, gripping to tilt his face and kiss along the other side, up to his ear. "My god, every time I see you I just want your hands all over me."

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Noah slips a tongue between Freddie's lips, a filthy, delicious little kiss that pulls another groan from Freddie's throat. He tightens his hand around Noah's cock, giving another slow jerk as he breathes into him, the sound melting into a laugh.

"You're the one letting me jerk you off in a pool in front of dozens of people watching," he points out. "Do you not think that's hot? Christ, I want to fuck you so hard right now."

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"Are they?" Noah asks, shivering at the thought but too afraid to look and verify. He isn't sure whether to actually die of mortification or move his hips to try and spur Freddie on faster. And then Freddie's talking about fucking him, and Noah's helpless. He shifts, humping further into Freddie's hand.

"Freddie," he whispers, dragging his hand through Freddie's hair to hold on. "I want you."

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It's obvious Noah's as into the idea of being watched as Freddie, his hips stuttering forward into Freddie's grip as he lets out a quiet, helpless little moan. He's got a tight hold of Freddie's hair as well, fingers tangled in the strands and tugging as Freddie continues skimming his finger over the cotton stretched across Noah's hole.

"Do you?" he asks, dropping his voice low as he keeps his lips pressed to the corner of Noah's mouth, every word intended solely for him. "Want me inside you? Want me to pull these pants right off so I can get my cock in you? Is that what you want?"

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Noah hadn't meant for it to go this far, but Freddie seems to compel him to do things he wouldn't normally and this is no exception. Freddie's filthy mouth, Freddie's hand stroking his cock, the tease of Freddie's finger brushing his hole above his clothes, the thought that people are watching this, watching Freddie take him apart, reducing him to someone so helpless they'd let a guy finger them in a public pool.

It's too much.

"Yes," comes Noah's strangled reply, imagining Freddie fucking him right here, the water sloshing around them, the scandalized looks they'd get, Freddie's cock stretching and filling him, just this side of too much.

Too much.

Noah bites his lip and presses his face to Freddie's neck both to hide and to muffle the sound he makes when he comes, his whole body shuddering as he spills into Freddie's hand, into the water.

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It's something of a wanton display, Noah desperately humping against him, fucking into Freddie's fist and mouthing at his shoulder, hiding his face even as he moans and pants and begs. The water does as much to hold Noah there as Freddie's grip though it ripples around them, unsettled by Noah's jerky movements.

And Noah is so, so hard, his breath hot and heavy against Freddie's neck.

Freddie laughs softly when Noah spills into his hand, his eyes once again locking on the bloke across the pool, the one now shamelessly watching them. Freddie can't see the guy's hands, both of them hidden beneath the surface of the water.

But he can imagine where they've gone.

He keeps his own hand on Noah's cock even after Noah's finished, gently brushing his thumb over the tip as he turns his head, grinning when he brushes a kiss to Noah's cheek. "You just gave someone quite the show," he murmurs, grinning now over at the other guy. "Fuck, that was hot."

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"Oh my god," Noah groans, eyes closed, trying to get his breathing under control as he basks in the feeling of having orgasmed. "Where did you come from, you perfect human being?"

He leans against Freddie, absently kissing along his skin, unsure sure how he feels now after the fact about someone having watched. Now that he isn't buzzing with the need to get off, it's more embarrassing than hot, shame creeping up the back of his neck like a shiver. He glances where he saw Freddie looking, and some guy is looking right at them. Noah blushes and returns his gaze to Freddie, grateful at least that he doesn't recognize the person.

"Take me back to your place," he says, reaching up to gently stroke Freddie's hair, smiling coyly. He doesn't want to be done yet, but he'd prefer to take it somewhere private. "I'll do anything you want."

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It's not the first time Freddie's heard that, every time in similar post-orgasm hyperbole, and it makes him laugh, a low, throaty sound as he carefully extracts his hand from Noah's pants, skimming his fingers up Noah's side.

When Noah turns to see their spectator, the guy's lips stretch into something like a leer and Freddie has to bite back his own grin at the look on Noah's face. There's such a thing as like the idea of something more than the reality of it, Freddie knows, and he has a feeling they may have just hit Noah's limit.

Part of Freddie expects Noah to retreat now that he's come, to pull away and slip out of the water, to go back to his friends like nothing's happened. The invitation is unexpected, but not unwelcome and he arches an eyebrow. "Anything?" he remarks, Noah's fingers damp in his hair. "That's quite the offer. What if I just want to stretch you out and fuck you?"

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Noah laughs and cups Freddie's neck in his hands, his thumbs cradling Freddie's jaw like something precious. "You say that like it's a bad thing." He leans in to speak closer to Freddie's ear, palms drifting down his arms. "Like that isn't what I think about when I'm jerking off in bed," he murmurs, wanting to inspire Freddie to take him home. In the pool was good, really good, actually, but he wants to see him. Touch him.

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Freddie responds with a low, hungry growl, the sound melting into a laugh as he turns his head enough to bump his nose against the high point of Noah's cheek.

"Might make you show me that some time," he murmurs with a grin before pulling away to reach behind him, setting his palms on the lip of the pool and pushing himself up and out. Tight and wet as his briefs are, there's no hiding the fact that he's still hard, but Freddie hardly cares. The guy across the pool makes an obvious sound and Freddie actually laughs before grinning down at Noah.

"Come on then," he says, padding over to his discarded clothes.