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."