Noah doesn't realize how badly he wanted Freddie to touch him until he actually is, such soft, exploitative touches, teasing in a way that sends shivers along Noah's skin. He wants more. He wants Freddie's hands all over him, fuck, not because he's a girl, just because.

But he doesn't ask, not yet. Freddie knows how he likes to beg, but he waits, partially because after that fight at the mall Freddie might say no, partially because he wants to draw it out, see what Freddie does.

"Yeah," he breathes, reaching over with his free hand to curl his fingers in the hem of Freddie's tank top.