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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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"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?"

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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.

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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.

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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..."

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"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."

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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?"

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Freddie huffs a laugh, lips still just ghosting over Noah's, close enough to nearly feel the slick of Noah's tongue when he licks his lips.

"Have caught you looking at my mouth a time or two," he says, his voice catching just a bit as Noah continues to grope him, the touch gentle and exploratory and more than enough to make Freddie's cock jerk. He drops his own hand over Noah's, another gentle encouragement as he swallows back a groan, eyes dark on Noah's as he whispers this time. "Do it. Kiss me."

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"It's a nice mouth," Noah murmurs, their lips so close his brush along Freddie's when he speaks. Anticipation buzzes softly under Noah's skin and he shivers when Freddie's hand covers his, fingers flexing, but the role he's playing keeps him too shy to give Freddie what he really wants just yet.

But when Freddie tells him, with his wide pupils and his voice no louder than a whisper, Noah gives in. "Freddie," he says like a plea a moment before he leans in, eases into the kiss like dipping a toe into water to test the temperature. His hips rise of their own accord, his body pressing closer and his mouth parting just enough to let his tongue peek out, curious.

[thisfaceismine]

Though they're still playing, Freddie isn't entirely sure if Noah is pretending through all of it. He knows he isn't, he can't with the way Noah's still touching him, the way Noah's looking at him.

And now the way Noah's kissing him.

It's slow at first, tentative in a way Freddie still remembers from the first time together and he sighs into it, brushing Noah's tongue with his own as he presses down on Noah's hand and rocking up at the same time, aching in his shorts. The angle is still awkward and the table slides backward on the carpet under his and Noah's weight. Freddie has to engage his stomach muscles to keep from falling backward so he pushes up instead, right into Noah's space, deepening the kiss with a rough, hungry moan.

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Noah was set to play the role of the shy, innocent virgin the entire time, but his resolve melts when he hears the table slide across the carpet, when Freddie shoves up, kissing him harder with a moan Noah feels down to his toes. He hasn't been with Freddie in awhile, and he's missed it. He hadn't realized just how much until this moment.

Noah's hand leaves its awkward spot where it was sandwiched between them, fumbling until he finds Freddie's jaw. He cups Freddie's face between his hands, kissing back just as fiercely, shoving Freddie's body over enough so that when he presses him down into the carpet he doesn't smack him against the coffee table.

With Freddie nice and pinned, Noah's fingers plunge into his hair to keep his head still while he raises his own enough to speak and look into Freddie's eyes. "I want to fuck you," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "Please..."