Noah Czerny

"You shouldn't act so blasé about them, they're very nice," Noah scolds, more playful than anything. It's true, though, it was his idea. A tiny voice in the back of his mind says maybe it's more about Freddie than his body, maybe it's just an excuse. But he ignores it. He's over Freddie. Has been for awhile now. He's fine. It's just a novelty he wants to share with a friend.

He's thinking so hard he can't even hear Freddie's thoughts, and at this rate he's going to think himself right out of being here, so he focuses on the song and the warmth of Freddie's body while they dance instead. He moves his hand, traces his fingers slowly up and down the back of Freddie's neck.

"You smell good. Did you wear cologne to the wedding?"