"I don't kid when it comes to my sexual prowess," Noah says in a faux-solemn voice, cracking a smile and giving Freddie's ass a squeeze to usher him into the bedroom. Part of him wants to take his time, to eat Freddie out, suck his cock, bring him on the verge of coming over and over again. But maybe another night, tonight he's too impatient.

He wraps his arm around Freddie from behind just before they reach the bed, putting himself snug against his back, reaching down with his other hand to palm his cock. "Lube?" he asks, brushing his thumb over one of Freddie's nipples, the other over his slit, around his head.