It's sort of an awkward position with Noah essentially hovering over Freddie's lap, one hand pressed to the front of Freddie's shorts as he balances his weight on the other. It's hot though, too. Especially with this little game they're playing and Freddie can't take his eyes off him as he rocks his hips slightly, pressing up against Noah's hand.

He leans up the smallest bit, his lips barely brushing Noah's. "And you're attracted to me?" he asks, well knowing the answer, of course. "D'you think it'll be better this time?"