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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 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.