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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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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."

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."

"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."

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?"

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.

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."

"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."

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?"

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.

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.

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