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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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[iwasmore]

"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?"

[iwasmore]

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.