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Noah was beginning to regret having not actually just ducked into a bathroom stall with Freddie. The offer to peek had been spontaneous, something he meant to be super casual and not the request he'd made at the mall that had caused another rift between them. But now the reception was over and Noah had driven Donna home, and that meant driving to Freddie's apartment and knocking on his apartment door - not to come over to hang out, but to show off what the city had done to him.

No matter what way he turned it around in his head, coming over to Freddie's apartment like this felt anything but casual. Even though that's all it could be.

He was over-thinking it.

Of course they could just hang out. They'd done it before a ton of times, it would be fine. Maybe he could even forget the boobs thing altogether, maybe it was a bad idea to begin with.

So Noah parked at Freddie's apartment building and knocked on his door, still in the dress he'd worn to the wedding, his hair pulled from its braid and lipstick reapplied. He told himself it was so he wouldn't look like a wreck on his last day as a girl, was all.

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Noah's nipples go tight at the barest attention from Freddie's thumb and Noah sucks in a tiny breath, leaning forward, seeking out more. His anticipation is broken when Freddie speaks, and he lets out a soft, breathy laugh.

"Like a breast exam," he says, returning Freddie's grin. He steps closer, then, close enough to nearly sandwich Freddie's hand between them, and smiles up at Freddie in a way that's almost shy. Right now he doesn't care about what he's said in the past, the rules and boundaries he himself set. Maybe he'll regret this later, but in this moment this is what he wants. Badly.

"Kiss me, then."

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Half a step closer and Noah's nearly pressed fully against him, his hands trapped where they're curled to cup Noah's soft, round breasts. His nipples are peaked in two tight little nubs and Freddie indulges himself in skimming his thumb over one again, breath catching at Noah's words.

It's not quite a demand, but more than a request and Freddie spares only a second to the thought of refusing before he caves. Noah's hot and willing and literally shivering under Freddie's touch and Freddie wants.

Sliding one hand around Noah's narrow side, Freddie pulls him into a kiss, his other hand still spread wide over tender flesh, pinching Noah's left nipple as he slides his tongue into Noah's mouth with a low groan. Part of him expects Noah to pull away at any second, to remember his fucking rule and claim they're only supposed to be friends. But for now, for however long this lasts, Freddie's going to take it.

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It's like a dam breaking. Freddie kisses him and Noah doesn't hesitate to kiss back, mouth parting eagerly for Freddie's tongue. He drops the dress to hold onto Freddie, letting it fall. It gets caught up between them, and it's a rental, the material sheer and delicate, but at this point Noah doesn't care if it rips as he presses closer, it's the last thing he's thinking about.

Freddie's mouth, god, he can't get enough, the kiss is so hot and demanding that Noah moans into it, sucking at Freddie's tongue, burying a hand in his hair and giving a reflective tug to encourage him to keep going. To keep teasing his nipples, pinch harder, because maybe it's his body, or it's just been awhile, but it feels even better than before.

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Noah wastes no time in returning the kiss, pressing in closer as he grabs at Freddie's shirt, letting the dress fall between them, stopped only by the press of Freddie's hips. He grunts into the kiss, growls at the feel of Noah's breasts against him, soft and full and entirely enticing.

He slides one hand up over Noah's shoulder and into his hair, tipping his head slightly so Freddie has better access to his mouth, swallowing a gasp as he thumbs and pinches at Noah's nipple, delighting in every single shiver. Noah's given no indication that he'll allow more than this, but he's giving no sign at all so far that Freddie should slow down, and so he doesn't.

"Look so fucking good like this," he murmurs then, a whisper against Noah's lips as he cradles heavy flesh in one hand again and giving Noah's bottom lip a faint bite. "You touched yourself at all yet?"

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Freddie tilts Noah's head back and he whimpers, melting in Freddie's hold, opening his mouth wider under Freddie's, moaning into the kiss at every twist of Freddie's fingers where he's so incredibly sensitive. He lets out a soft gasp at the bite, catching his breath while Freddie speaks.

"No," he whispers, and slowly opens his eyes. He arches back even further so he can see Freddie's face, his own already flushed. His voice comes out breathless and pleading. "Want you to. Please."

There's no use lying to himself that this was exactly what he wanted when he came here tonight. It's not like he forgot how good it feels to be with Freddie, but he'd done everything he could to ignore his attraction to him. He'd stomped down on his desire, he ignored ever urge, so here is he months later, pathetic and needy, but he doesn't even care.

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Noah may or may not be lying, though Freddie has a hard time believing he's not touched himself at all since he found himself in this body. Freddie's not sure he'd stop touching himself if he looked like this, especially knowing it won't last.

Either way, that breathless plea is hard to ignore. Not that Freddie wants to. His lips quirk into a sideways grin as he slides his hand inward along the flat, soft plane of Noah's stomach. His ab muscles aren't as prominent as usual in this body, but he's still undeniably fit, body shivering and clenching under Freddie's touch and, grinning, Freddie ducks into the soft of Noah's neck, mouthing along the curve there as he circles Noah's nipple with his other thumb.

"Let's get you out of this," he decides, easing his hips away enough to let the dress fall to the floor, leaving Noah standing in only his underwear, a flimsy little strip of fabric across his hips.

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"Mm," Noah hums softly, tilting his head so Freddie can better reach his neck. Every drag of his mouth and caress makes Noah tremble. His hands find their way into Freddie's hair, fingers mindlessly tangling in it, and he pushes his chest out a little to urge Freddie's mouth lower.

"I didn't bother to masturbate, I was waiting for you," Noah says, a belated continuation of his reply, or an answer to Freddie's thoughts. He gently kicks the dress out of the way, glad to be rid of it.

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That much is definitely a lie, Freddie knows. But it's part of the game, part of the back-and-forth between them and he grins wider as he ducks to mouth down the line of Noah's collarbone, one hand still greedily kneading his beast.

"Waiting for what, exactly?" he asks, keen to play along. The fingers of his other hand dance along the waistband of Noah's underwear, slipping just beneath the line of fabric over his widened hipbone. "My fingers inside you? That what you want, Noah?"

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Noah tugs at Freddie's hair. "I'm not lying," he practically whines, eyes half-closed to drink in every new sensation, every press and brush and kiss along his skin. He kept thinking Freddie would come back, call him or something. He'd even been tempted to just show up, he wanted to experience this to feel how it was different, but he wanted to with someone.

Noah spreads his legs in answer, rising up on his toes a moment like it'll help Freddie's hand get there faster. "Yes, I want that," he says, face going hot.

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Freddie is a little alarmed by Noah's insistence, his lips tugging into a frown as he wonders what that means, wonders if Noah had thought about anyone else apart from Freddie, if he thought of his friend from home, the one with the mohawk and the committed boyfriend. Because there's no reason Noah'd be thinking only of him, not after everything.

Not that it matters. Noah's here with him now, nearly completely bare and practically begging already as he spreads his legs. Freddie doesn't delve any lower, not yet, just grazing his fingers along the waistband, smirking as he turns them both suddenly so he can rest back against the arm of the sofa himself, Noah standing in front of him.

"Think I should get a good look first," he decides with a smirk, half sitting though he keeps his hands on Noah's waist, gaze dropping once more to the swell of his breasts. "Don't you want to show off?"

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With the way he's feeling and the way Freddie's touching him, Noah can barely hear Freddie's thoughts, and Freddie's thoughts don't seem to be very focused in the first place. He catches snippets and hints and he tries to ignore them, but he hears enough. He didn't mean to come on so strong and freak him out, he just didn't want Freddie to think he was lying. He can't help if it's Freddie who he wanted, he's been with Freddie before so it's easy to imagine, easy to want it again. That's all.

He doesn't know whether or not to respond, but Freddie moves before he can decide, inserting himself between Noah and the couch. He sits down, looking up at Noah like he's expecting Noah to give him a lap dance, and he laughs at the thought.

"If you touch, it costs more," he teases, gently pushing Freddie's hands off his hips. He grins and turns, then, so his ass is facing Freddie, and slowly takes off his panties.

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"Think I can afford it," Freddie replies with an easy grin as he reaches out to graze his fingers up along the outside of Noah's thigh, stopping just shy of the hem of the leg before Noah swiftly turns right in front of him and bends, peeling off his underpants in the process.

Freddie swallow, eyes raking down Noah's pale skin, the flare of his hips and plush of his arse and stretch of his long, long legs. He's been half hard inside his shorts for a bit already and he shifts slightly, adjusting himself before he reaches out, grabbing Noah by the hips and tugging him backward, closer. "Good start," he says, sliding one hand up higher to the inward dip of his waist as he bends forward to press his mouth just below the small of back, smelling the clean sweat on his skin.

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Noah lets Freddie move him, would let him manhandle him anywhere or way he wants at this point. Maybe it's just in his head, but not being able to see each movement, each caress, just makes his senses seem heightened. Every touch feels like a brand, especially the press of Freddie's mouth. It sends a shiver up his spine.

"So," he says lightly, his voice uneven, "on a scale of one to ten, how much hotter is this butt?" He's only seen it in the mirror, but he thinks it's a pretty great one. The city was kind to him.

He's realizing it must be a little like being with a stranger for Freddie. He doubts that's something that bothers Freddie, but he wonders how much he's connecting what he's touching to who he's touching.

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There's a tremor in Noah's voice, light but unmistakable, and Freddie glances up to meet his eyes as he smooths his hand up over the creamy swell of Noah's arse.

"Never minded the old one," he says honestly before he leans down to press another open-mouthed kiss at the meat of him. He murmurs there, lips still twisted in a grin as he grabs a handful. "Bit more meaty now is all. Curvy." He slides greedy hand over his skin, groping rather unashamedly, lightly pulling the cheeks apart and sneaking a glance at the pucker of his pink hole. "Bet you still taste just as good."

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Noah smiles to himself, turning his head to try and look over his shoulder, eyes downturned. "You can find out," he says, cheeks going warm. "If you want."

He looks up, past the tree he drew on the wall months ago toward Freddie's bedroom. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss this, if he hadn't been hoping Freddie would want to put his mouth all over him. Just this, the groping and talking, the promise of more, already has him aching. He didn't even know he could like this as a girl.

"Personally," he continues, pressing back, closer toward Freddie's body. "I was wondering how many times you could make me come."

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Freddie is tempted to have a taste just now, to see if Noah shivers or moans in this body the same way as he'd done in the old one.

But Noah's statement sounds an awful lot like a challenge and he smirks instead, sliding his hands high up Noah's sides and drawing him back into Freddie's lap. It feels oddly illicit being fully clothed while Noah is decidedly naked and he presses a kiss to Noah's bare shoulder as he slides his hands up over soft thighs, forcing him to spread his legs.

"How much time you think we have?" he asks, sliding one hand upward, fingers teasingly close to the juncture of leg and pelvis.

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Noah lets Freddie pull him back, fitting himself snug against Freddie's chest, ass flush with Freddie's lap. Noah can feel the bulge of his cock through layers of clothes, and he shifts purposefully to tease him, see how hard he is.

Noah spreads his legs at Freddie's insistence, hooking his feet behind Freddie's calves. He's throbbing from anticipation, surely wet. He shifts again, wanting Freddie's touch.

"Probably all night, Noah guesses. That seems to be how the city works, it's when you wake up. One of Freddie's hands is between his legs, Noah covers the other to guide it up to his breast. "Better make it count."

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The position is a bit precarious with nothing at Freddie's back, but he manages to keep his balance, groaning when Noah lightly takes his other hand and guides up to the perfect swell of his left breast. Greedy, Freddie takes a good handful, teasing Noah's nipple between two fingers as he slides his other hand higher still, right along the crease of Noah's thigh and inward a bit over the tight little curls of his cunt.

"Plan to," he says because this is easy now. Whatever might happen later, whatever rules might lock back into place once Noah gets his real body back, Freddie's keen on indulging in as much they can get to tonight.

Mouth still at Noah's shoulders, he spreads his own legs a little wider, shifting his balance and forcing Noah to spread even further before grazing his finger down the center of Noah's folds, grinning when he finds him already wet. His cock jerks under Noah's weight and he lets out a soft groan when he finds the tiny, hard nub of Noah's clit with the tip of his finger and circles it lightly.

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Freddie hasn't a clue what time they both fall asleep, but his muscles are pleasantly sore, his bed sheets damp with sweat and come. Noah's hair tickles his arm and the last thing he sees before he passes out completely are the impossible blue of his eyes.

It's sunlight that wakes him some time later and he squints blearily against the harsh rays. His legs are tangled in sheets and his left arm is nearly entirely numb, prickling when he tries to free it from the weight of--

Ah.

Freddie can't say he's exactly disappointed by the sight of Noah's more familiar broad shoulders and lean back, the tiny cinch of his waist. He can't say he's surprised either; they both knew there would be a bit of an expiration date to this. That'd been entirely the point, after all.

Still, there's no denying the sink in Freddie's stomach as he gently eases his arm free and clenches his fingers in and out of a fist to get the blood pumping. For once, he's not the least bit hungover, but he rubs at his eyes with his other hand all the same, remember bits of pieces of the night before, the fall of fabric over Noah's breasts, the shape and feel of him under Freddie's hands, the wet, tight clench of his body and the sounds...

Frowning, Freddie shoves the thoughts aside and slips out of the bed. He needs a piss.

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Last night had been amazing, well worth the nervousness and indecision over whether or not to come over in the first place. As a ghost Noah's always been able to concentrate his recovery time into a matter of moments if he wanted to. Last night he didn't let himself, he didn't really need to even though it left him sore and oversensitive. At one point Freddie used his mouth to bring him to the brink at least half a dozen times before making him come. And his cock...

Noah sleeps hard, at first spooned up next to Freddie, the both of them a sweaty, exhausted mess.

He wakes up in Freddie's bed, in his old body. It's a strange, disorienting feeling. He watches Freddie wander into his bathroom and rolls onto his back, focusing on his breathing and taking stock of his surroundings and his old, male body. There's still dried come on his chest.

When he hears the toilet flush Noah manifests in the open doorway, smiling at Freddie.

"Morning," he says, running a hand through his now short hair to try and tame it.

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One moment, Freddie's alone in the toilet, and the next he's not.

"Jesus--!" he starts as he reaches to flush, his cock hanging flaccid between his thighs as he throws Noah a mild glare. There's no real heat in it, despite the scare, and he quickly washes his hand, glancing at Noah briefly in the mirror.

"Back to normal then, are you?" he says as he turns off the taps, gaze dropping to wander down the front of Noah's bare chest. "Glad to have your cock back?"

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Noah laughs at Freddie's reaction, quiet enough to almost be a giggle. He can't stop smiling, even in the face of any potential irritation from Freddie.

"Yeah, guess so," he says, glancing down momentarily, but looking right back to Freddie. He feels...comfortable again. This is the body he knows, he feels right im it. He moves so Freddie can exit the bathroom and he can take his turn.

"Disappointed?"

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They switch places by the door, Noah stepping in as Freddie twists by him to stand in the doorway, making no effort to look away as Noah approaches the toilet. The fact that ghosts even need a pee is still a bit bewildering to him, but if other bodily functions work, he supposes it makes some bit of sense.

He replies only with a shrug as he leans against the doorframe. "You made a pretty hot girl," he concedes, though he as a feeling Noah's well aware.

Then again, Noah doesn't seem to think he makes a very hot boy either so what the fuck does Freddie know? His lips quirk into a grin, a look that borders somewhere between teasing and cruel. "Miss your tits already."

It's not something Freddie would ever actually say to any woman, but Noah doesn't count, obviously.

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There's a brief, jarring moment where Noah nearly sits to pee, but he realizes in time. He relieves himself, flushes, and washes his hands in quick succession, moving in front of Freddie in one fluid motion.

"I'm glad you liked them," is all he says, walking past Freddie, reaching his arms above his head in a long stretch. He was way hotter as a girl, but he does feel like himself again which is nice. And even if he doesn't have the great tits and ass, something about him attracted Freddie at one point so he's not going to feel too bad.

"So what's for breakfast?" he asks, wandering into the living room.

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As hot as Noah had been, there's an undeniable ease in his movements now that hadn't quite been there last night. Maybe it's a center-of-gravity thing. He stretches his arms over his head, showing off the long, lean line of his bike as he wanders back into Freddie's room as Freddie watches with a faint frown.

"Dunno," he admits because he hadn't thought that far ahead. Figured their morning would be a bit more awkward than it is so far, that Noah wouldn't want to stay long at all.

He glances back over his shoulder toward the vague direction of the kitchen. "Probably got a few eggs that are still good. Bread. Egg on toast?"