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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.
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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"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.