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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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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."

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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.

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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..."

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It's hard to tell if they're still playing, if Noah's frantic hands are him pretending to be some blushing virgin or if he's just anxious to have his hands on Freddie for the first time in months. Either way, the touch is thrilling and he lets himself be pushed down into the carpet, twisted away from the table and blinking up at dark blue eyes.

Noah's staring down at him, hair loose about his face and he bites back a groan when Noah's fingers curl into Freddie's hair, Noah's voice a rough whisper.

"Seems a big step," he remarks cheekily as he slips his hands up under the fall of Noah's shirt to touch his bare sides before he slides one down lower to feel over the bulge in Noah's pants. "Not done that before."

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"Is it?" Noah asks, letting out a breathy laugh, lowering to a moan when he feels Freddie's hand on his cock through his pants. He needs to get them off, and soon. But for now he enjoys having Freddie underneath him, his hand exploring his chest under his shirt, the other between his legs. "What's next, marriage?"

He leans over Freddie a little, again, running his fingers through Freddie's hair, combing it back, and caresses his face, tracing his lower lip with his thumb. "Do you like it? Getting fucked, or no?" he asks, serious this time.

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It's not the smoothest thing, but Freddie's able to tug open the top button of Noah's trousers, parting the denim enough to shove his hand inside and curl his fingers around Noah's hard length, feeling the heat of him through only one layer now.

"Oh, I love it," he says, head still tipped back as Noah glides his fingers down the sides of Freddie's face, thumb toying with Freddie's bottom lip. It's not quite a reverent sort of touch though some part of Freddie feels that way and, with one hand still on Noah's cock, Freddie slides the other higher up Noah's shirt, thumbing over a nipple. "D'you like fucking?"

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Noah gets lost a little in the sensation of Freddie's hand hot on his cock. He can feel the head peeking out, straining against the waistband of his briefs, and he rocks forward, wanting to feel skin on skin.

"Yeah," he says in a dreamy sort of voice, one hand braced on the floor, the other moving from Freddie's mouth to his neck, fingers idly tracing downward. He smiles softly at Freddie, dipping down to kiss him. "I like everything, remember?"

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Noah rolls his hips forward, the motion pulling at his pants where Freddie still has a hand curled around him, the tip peeking past the waistband. Freddie grazes his fingertips over it then pushes past the fabric to feel Noah full and hot in his hand.

"Convenient," he breathes against Noah's mouth, leaning up just a bit for a bare kiss. "Me too."

And then he's stealing Noah's mouth entirely as he curls his hand tight around Noah's cock and starts stroking, two fingers of his other hand pinching at Noah's nipple. Whether or not Noah actually fucks him right here, he isn't bothered. If anything, he expects he'll jerk Noah off just like this, make him come all over Freddie's shirt and, frankly, that sounds just as good as anything else.

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"Fuck," Noah whispers, going still for a moment with his mouth parted, lips pressed sloppily and off-center to Freddie's. He presses forward with his hips, but his pants are making it nearly impossible, so he shifts, changing positions so he can pull them down, yanking his briefs with them.

He kneels over Freddie, hovering over him, his eyes half-closed from the attention Freddie's hand is giving him. "Please, please..."

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Freddie pushes up onto his elbows when Noah pulls away, watching as Noah hurriedly slips out of his jeans and underpants, leaving him naked from the waist down. It's quite the sight, Noah's cock hanging pink and heavy from between his thighs and Freddie lets out a low laugh as Noah crawls over him again, doesn't waste any time in curling a hand around him again as he leans up for another kiss.

"Please?" he asks, a tease against Noah's lips as he jerks him slowly. "Christ, you are so hot like this. Just wanna take you apart."

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Noah smiles against Freddie's mouth, cupping his cheek with the hand he isn't using to balance on, stretched long and languidly over him. Freddie's hand is a slow tease, making Noah feel every drag and twist of palm and fingers.

"I'll let you," Noah murmurs, briefly, gently taking hold of Freddie's lower lip with his teeth. "After you let me fuck you." He ducks down, mouthing at Freddie's jaw, up to his ear. "You're mine tonight."

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This doesn't feel like playing anymore and Freddie can't help the sound that pushes free of his throat as his eyes slip shut for a moment, heat rushing down his spine at just the pitch of Noah's voice, dark and promising.

He still has his hand on Noah's cock and he's not stopped stroking, squeezing tight now as he turns his head to find Noah's mouth again, forcing a hungry, desperate kiss, every muscle in his body drawn tight. Doing this on the floor isn't the most comfortable and his lube and condoms are in the other fucking room, but he doesn't really care right now. All he wants is Noah to stay on top of him, holding him down, breathing promises he may or may not fully mean.

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Noah kisses back, all greed and hunger. He pushes his tongue to fill Freddie's mouth the way his cock is filling Freddie's hand, the way, later, he'll fill Freddie's ass. He can hear Freddie's thoughts, as fragmented and abstract as they are, but he hears them. He gives Freddie what he wants, fisting a hand in his hair to tip his head back, breaking away from the kiss to mouth at his neck, sucking at what he can reach. "Yeah, I mean it," he whispers against wet skin, his voice rough.

"I want you to make me come first, though, because I'm so close, Freddie," he breathes.

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It takes Freddie a moment to assure himself he's not actually said anything out loud, a moment to realize Noah's read his mind again. Though more than a bit unnerving, it doesn't worry him so much in his moment, instead makes him wonder what sort of filthy things Freddie could just think to get Noah off.

Right now though he just tips his head back under the press of Noah's lips, still jerking Noah's cock all the while.

"You come you can't fuck me for awhile," he points out, though he doesn't slow his pace even a little bit, instead swiping his thumb over Noah's tip before jerking harder.

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"I can," Noah says, laughter in his breathless voice, edging into a soft, helpless moan when Freddie starts pumping his hand faster. He swallows hard, hovering, mouthing absently at Freddie's neck.

"No condoms, no recovery time if I don't want it," he says, sucking at warm, pale skin, eyes closed halfway. "Could fuck you all night without coming until I choose to, if I wanted."

Noah can make his body do just about anything. He doesn't like to, though, not usually, preferring not to concentrate on what he wants his body to do, and instead let his body react as it would. Thinking about it too hard usually makes him freak out a little, anyway, but letting himself get hard after a minute doesn't bother him. Especially when it means he gets to do this again.

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"Jesus," Freddie breathes on a quiet laugh. It's not that he doubts Noah exactly, not after having seen what else he's capable of, but still he murmurs, "That's got to be seen to be believed."

He gives Noah's cock another squeeze, indulging in the feel of Noah's cock hot and hard in his hand, thumbing at the slit before he starts jerking him off again. He's a good length, a good heft. The shape and weight enough to make Freddie's mouth water and he rocks his hips up uselessly, already eager to feel more.

But more eager, at the moment, to make Noah come.

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"I'll show you," Noah says in a throaty voice, biting into Freddie's shoulder when he starts teasing his slit. He feels too far gone for teasing, everything coiled, on the edge. Freddie moving his own hips at nothing at all only spurs him on, he wants to climb him, to fuck him, to come all over him, on his chest on his face--

Noah's head raises so he can see Freddie's face, hands fumbling to brace himself on the floor, his fingers digging into the carpet, hips jerking. And then without warning he swears and comes with a tiny, strangled cry.

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Noah bites at his shoulder, blunt teeth pressing hard against skin and Freddie groans, working his hand faster between them as he turns his head, lips brushing the top of Noah's ear. "'m sure you will," he murmurs, breath catching a second later as Noah jerks and lifts up, eyes blown wide as he spills onto Freddie's fingers and stomach.

Grinning, Freddie lets out a low, smug sort of laugh, still working his hand over Noah's cock, tightening his grip enough to squeeze out every drop. "Never been bitten by a ghost before," he says as he slowly uncurls his fingers and lifts two of them to his mouth.

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Noah's almost dizzy with it, his whole body softly buzzing as he comes down from his orgasm. He limbs feel like jelly and he rolls off Freddie to sprawl out on his back and catch his breath, letting out a short laugh at Freddie's comment.

"You've never been anything-ed by a ghost before," he says, turning his face to smirk over at Freddie, though his eyes are too warm for the tease to really land.

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Freddie licks at his fingers, part of him trying to determine if Noah tastes any different now that Freddie knows what he is, but he doesn't really. Just tastes like come, a little bit different from everyone else, just like normal.

He drops his hand to his chest, returning Noah's smirk with a turn of his head. He pulls his knees up, his cock tenting his shorts as he idly slides that hand lower down his stomach, teasing himself just a bit. "S'pose, that's true," he agrees, the front of his shirt tacky with Noah's come. Making a face, he presses his shoulder to the floor, arching his back so he can pull his sullied shirt up over his head. "It's the same for you, isn't it? D'you think it'd be weird?" he asks then, his head still turned toward Noah as he smooths his hand lower down his belly again. "Getting off with another ghost?"