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Noah holds his cellphone in hand, staring at the text. Nice linework, it says, with a photo of the portrait he drew hanging on display. He never figured Freddie would ever actually see the picture. It had been one of several portraits he'd done for class, and his professor had chosen it as the one to put in the student gallery. Noah hadn't invited anyone to come see it. He isn't sure why.

It was easy when I had such a good source of inspiration, he'd sent in reply.

It's been two days, but he hasn't received anything in return. And now he's staring at his phone like if he looks long enough a reply will just appear. Instead of calling-- but Freddie had agreed. Noah had been hurt and it's the only reason he suggested not seeing each other anymore, and Freddie had said okay and left. Noah had been bitter at first, that his friendship wasn't worth enough to even try. That he wasn't worth even an argument, that why, of everyone, couldn't Freddie look past what he was?

But now all he is is confused.

Noah exhales, and in the next breath he's outside Freddie's apartment door. Maybe this is a dumb move, or maybe it's dumber not to do anything at all. So he knocks.

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"Hm?" Noah pauses, and raises his hand to keep drawing. "What what? It's nothing," he says, brushing it off and pushing it down, and starts on a few bird. He feels sorry for himself too much, when all he should feel is grateful for what he has here.

"How's your drawing coming along? Gonna paint it when it's done?"

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Freddie has a feeling it's not nothing, but he's never been one to push. Plus, it feels as though he and Noah just found some minor bit of solid ground again and he's not keen on disrupting that so soon.

So he shrugs as he looks back to his design, drawing in a few more angles. "Maybe," he says, frowning at it. "Or paint over it." Not like it serves any sort of purpose, not like he'd have done this at all without Noah wanting to. It's just to pass the time.

He drops his pencil then to crawl over to his table, grabbing the glass of wine he's left behind and finishing off what's left of it. It's then he sees Noah's piece in full and he stares a moment in appreciation. "Not bad," he says, resting back against the leg of the table. "Maybe I won't paint over yours."

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Noah turns around to lean against the wall next to where he's been drawing, smiling across the small bit of space to Freddie. He stretches a leg out in front of him to nudge Freddie's foot with his own. "That's super benevolent of you," he says, and grins a moment, but his expression soon turns thoughtful. "Actually, I think this has given me an idea for a school project. Maybe even a community project..." His eyes light up. "You should help me."

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Resting the base of his empty wine glass against his thigh, Freddie arches an eyebrow.

"With a community project?" he replies, nearly a scoff. That sounds dangerously close to volunteering and Freddie hasn't done that willing since... honestly, he can't remember. He did some compulsory volunteering back at school, but that's hardly the same thing. It's not really volunteering when it's forced.

He glances at Noah's picture again, trying to piece together what Noah might be implying. "What, like graffiti?"

[iwasmore]

"Sort of," Noah says slowly, the idea still forming in his head. Darrow is an insular city, but it's large, and there are poorer neighborhoods and areas that could use some care and rejuvenation. Noah doesn't have the money or the know-how to fix them, but maybe he can do something to make them a little brighter.

"More like murals. Maybe painting some houses in the more run down areas. We could fundraise to get money toward it, and maybe some federal money-- is that how that works? Some sort of government assistance."

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"Can you get federal funding when there's no, like... country?" Freddie asks, still frowning a bit. He waves a hand vaguely at the wall, "This is a bit different from painting a house, mate. I just do it when I'm bored."

It's not entirely true, really. He wouldn't say art is really an itch or anything, but he doesn't only pull out a pen and paper when he's got nothing better to do. But it's either this or fuck around on his computer tablet and he likes having something to look at afterward.

But he's also not sure what the purpose of Noah's idea would be, but it's clear Noah's excited by the idea all the same. And the government doesn't give much of a shit about poor people, do they?"

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"There's a government of some kind. We have a mayor," Noah starts to argue, though if he's honest he really doesn't know a lot about government, at least local. Last he took a class about that was like ten years ago. As for Freddie being blase about contributing, he ignores it.

"Well-- nevermind, I'll look into getting money for it." Noah crawls across the floor and stops in front of Freddie, looking wide-eyed and hopeful. "But if I can, do you want to do it?"

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As Noah crawls closer, Freddie pulls up his leg so both feet are flat on the floor, knees bent. He arches an eyebrow at Noah's deliberately wide, beseeching eyes and, despite himself, finds his lips tugging into a slow smirk.

He considers a moment before cocking his head and shifting to let his legs drop open, loosely cross-legged. "You gonna make it worth my while if I do?"

[iwasmore]

Noah is so weak. He can't help coming a little closer. He can't help resting both hands on Freddie's knees, his smile coquettish and cheeks warm. Stupid, smirking, irresistible Freddie.

"What did you have in mind?" he asks sweetly, playing at innocence.

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Freddie pretends to consider it, pursing his lips around a smirk as he drops his gaze downward and then back up to land on Noah's lips.

"S'pose that depends on how worth it it is to you. How badly do you want my assistance?"

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Noah bites his lip and toys with the neck of Freddie's shirt, running his fingers back and forth along the hem. "So badly. It's not as fun all on my own," he says, looking up at Freddie through his lashes, his other hand still warm on Freddie's knee.

[thisfaceismine]

Smirking, Freddie tips his head back just a bit, eyes locked on Noah's. It's been awhile since they've done this, for obvious reasons. Freddie wonders if Noah's been with anyone else in the meantime, if he's wanted to.

He doesn't ask.

Noah's hand is warm on his knee, doesn't feel anything like a ghost and Freddie leans over just enough to set his empty wine glass out of the way before resting his hand over Noah's, sliding fingers up to his wrist. "Badly enough to sell your body?" he asks with a grin.

[iwasmore]

It's not what Noah's expecting Freddie to think, or say, and the back of his neck heats up. He wants to say no, he hasn't been with anyone, no, he hasn't wanted to, except that he's missed Freddie. But he doesn't want to ruin the moment by answering a thought.

Freddie's fingers trace up his hand, and his breath comes out a little shaky. He hasn't done any sort of roleplay, if that's what this is, but he tries to keep it up, like he's innocent. A virgin, maybe. He's a little embarrassed, but he's also already getting hard. "To who?" he asks with a shy dip of his head, eyes lowered, and then peeking up. "You?"

[thisfaceismine]

There's a faint flush of pink to Noah's cheeks and Freddie honestly isn't sure if it's real or if he's just sliding into this little game they've started. It's hard to tell with Noah, his bright eyes and innocent smile hiding the deliciously filthy mind.

Noah looks up at Freddie through his lashes and Freddie gently slides Noah's hand further up his thigh, guiding. He's not hard yet, but it shouldn't take long with the way Noah's looking at him right now. "Who else? It's my help you're wanting, isn't it?"

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"Yes, but," Noah says, a little breathless, letting Freddie guide his hand but making no attempt to take any initiative to break away and touch for himself just yet. "I wasn't sure...if you wanted to watch me with someone else."

He shifts, moving closer, but then pulling back, like he can't gather enough courage to follow through. "I've never done this before..."

[thisfaceismine]

"Hmm," Freddie replies, pretending to consider it. It's definitely a game now, he realizes. Because they've already talked about this some, about watching Noah get fucked by someone, about getting off on it. That conversation had happened before Noah's little revelation, but Freddie's not less interested in the idea now.

Noah leans in then, just a bit, before easing back just as quickly, his cheeks still pink. "Never done what?" he asks, still playing along, his hand lightly curled around Noah's wrist. "Solicited sex?"

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"Of course not," Noah huffs out in a breathy laugh. He glances up, biting his lip. It's surprisingly easy, acting like a blushing virgin, he just hopes Freddie doesn't think he's a giant weirdo for it. His voice quiets to a whisper, his fingers brushing slightly lower along Freddie's thigh. "Sex. I've never had sex before."

[thisfaceismine]

Noah's eyes are huge and wide and so, so blue and Freddie bites his lip a little, still watching him carefully before glancing down when he feels Noah's hand slide along his thigh.

"Never?" he asks, still playing along, easing his hold on Noah's wrist to let him take the lead. "But you're so fit. How's no one tried to pull you before?" He pauses then, pretending to consider before he adds, "Or have you not been interested?"

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Noah feigns surprise, his hand going still on Freddie's thigh, resting there barely an inch away from his cock. "How did you know?" he asks, giving a gentle squeeze with his hand. He laughs nervously. "I almost thought something was wrong with me, but...I didn't mind. Not wanting anyone. Because, I was worried..."

Noah pauses, shy again, fretful. "Sex seems kind of scary," he admits. "Like what if I'm really bad at it?"

[thisfaceismine]

Noah's hand is resting just shy of Freddie's cock and even if Freddie's not completely hard yet, it's obvious he's getting there.

"Bet you're not," he says, shifting just a bit, a gentle encouragement for Noah to move just that little bit further as he reaches out with one hand, fingers grazing the loose hair by Noah's temple. "But if you are, then I guess you'd just need a good teacher. Think I might be able to help you out."

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Noah is looking into Freddie's eyes, so when his hand accidentally brushes against the slight bulge in Freddie's pants he sucks in a breath. "Sorry-- is this...okay?" he asks, relaxing and pressing his hand closer, fingers splayed and covering Freddie's cock.

"I want you to help me," he says, tilting his face toward Freddie's touch. "Tell me what to do."

[thisfaceismine]

It's a bare touch, a nudge that could easily be accidental though Freddie knows it isn't. He sucks in a quiet breath as he curls his fingers behind Noah's ear, tips his chin up in challenge.

"Definitely okay," he says, trying to draw Noah closer. His gaze drops to Noah's mouth, lingering for a moment before meeting Noah's eyes again. "You should start with a kiss. You've done that before, haven't you?"

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Noah lets Freddie bring him closer, his hand sliding up until it's snugly between Freddie's legs. His skin feels warm all over, his own cock already pressed and straining against his briefs, there's nothing pretend about that.

"Once," he breathes, his own gaze moving between Freddie's eyes and his pink mouth. "With a guy, but. I wasn't really attracted to him. It wasn't that good."

[thisfaceismine]

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?"

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Noah squeezes again, gently, curiously, trying to find the shape of him under all the fabric. But his eyes never leave Freddie's, he feels pinned by his gaze and he can feel his heart flutter in his chest, game or not. His eyelids only lower a little when Freddie moves closer, their faces too near each other to see.

Freddie's breath is warm and Noah licks his own lower lip, wetting it. "Yes," he whispers. "I've been wanting you to kiss me for a long time. Could you tell?"