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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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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?"

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Noah groans and shove Freddie's hand away to move his own hand between Freddie's legs, giving his cock a gentle squeeze over his pants. "Shut up about the ghost thing, or I'll take my orgasm and disappear," he says with a smirk, stroking very slowly and deliberately to help convince Freddie that it might not be in his best interests to keep on about it.

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Smirking still, Freddie moves his hand out of the way, grazing his fingers instead up the inside of Noah's wrist as he arches his hips.

"Sensitive topic, yeah?" he asks, all tease as Noah starts stroking him over his pants. He rocks into the touch, mouth falling open on a rough gasp as the pleasure builds. "You gonna try-- try to distract me then?"

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"It's not exactly hot," Noah says with a huff, rolling back onto his side to shut Freddie up with a kiss. He doesn't let up with his hand, teasing, while his kiss is anything but. He licks into Freddie's mouth, sinking into it with a moan, letting the feeling of Freddie's cock, the long stretch of his body, the heat of his mouth and the sounds he's making get him hard again.

When he can feel himself getting there, the ache building in his balls, he moves his hand away, pulls back, only to unintentionally linger, kissing Freddie again, again, and once more. "I love your mouth," he whispers, finally leaning back on his elbow. "Bed?"

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Noah doesn't stop touching him, long fingers wrapped around Freddie's length, though the pressure is never too great, never enough to quite push Freddie close to the verge of coming. And Noah kisses him all the while, lips soft but intent, licking into the heat of Freddie's mouth as they share sighs and quiet moans.

He lingers a bit even as he's pulling away and Freddie blinks his eyes open before his lips twitch into a grin.

"Before I get a rug burn on my arse," he agrees with a low laugh, pushing up quick to press another kiss to Noah's red, swollen lips and then rising to his feet. His cock bobs between his legs, hilariously hard and he arches an eyebrow at Noah as he starts walking down the hall, glancing down at the erection Noah's sporting as well. "Weren't kidding then, were you?"

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"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.