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.