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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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"I don't have to see your tits," Freddie argues with obvious amusement. "Seems to me you're keen to show them off; I'm only a willing spectator."

It's not quite the truth, of course. Freddie's eager to see anything Noah's willing to show him, new breasts or otherwise, but this feels like a free pass of sorts. An interim before it's back to only being friends. It's not like Freddie to tolerate getting only the scraps of any given thing, but he supposes Darrow's changed a lot of things.

For better or worse.

"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?"

There's no arguing that. Though Freddie's only seen the breasts in question through various pieces of clothing, he can easily assume that they're indeed very nice. Soft and milky white, probably, nipples the same pink as Noah's bottom lip.

He's fallen quiet, Freddie notices, his head still tucked against Freddie's shoulder and Freddie tries not to think about the last time he danced like this. It's been years, at least. This isn't the type of many people are ever interested in with him.

"Mm," he replies at Noah's question, a quiet 'yes' as he tips his head a bit so that Noah's hair tickles his nose. "Sort of thing you do for a wedding, isn't it? Even a wedding for assholes."

Noah only realizes his eyes have closed when he opens them to laugh at Freddie's comment. It's as soft as a yawn, and he winds his arms a little tighter around Freddie's shoulders, eyes lowering but not quite closing. "They aren't assholes," he chides, laughter still in his voice. "I don't think Magnus' party tricks are meant to hurt anyone."

Even if they do, sometimes.

"You still came," Noah says, smiling to himself.

Alec maybe be more of an asshole by association, but Freddie isn't inclined to rescind his comment.

Instead, he spans his hands wide against Noah's back, sliding them upward just a bit and then down again as he tips his head to meet Noah's eyes.

"You invited me," he points out, ignoring the tug in his stomach reminding him that Noah had clearly been angry enough to not want to go with Freddie after all. That he'd asked someone else. Someone who may or may not be interested in someone else though Noah's interest in her is quite obvious. He shrugs, pushing that thought aside. "Didn't have anything better to do."

Freddie's hands feel good, but they'd feel better without the gauze of the dresses' material between their skin. Noah goes warm at the thought, briefly wishing such thoughts would stop coming altogether, but it's hard when Noah can so easily remember how good Freddie feels.

It gets worse when Freddie looks at him with his blue eyes. Noah can hear a thread of jealousy in his thoughts, which is absurd, and he smiles as if to say so.

"So you'd go anywhere I invited?" he asks teasingly, the room going quiet as the song comes to an end.

He huffs a laugh at that, immediately shaking his head. "Know better than that," he says, his eyes locking on Noah's for a long moment, searching. Noah's lips look as inviting as ever and he forces himself not to lean in and wonders how much of his thoughts Noah's listening in on right now. Or if he's stopped doing that altogether, too afraid of what he might hear.

The song fades to quiet and Freddie pulls in a breath as he smooths his hand higher up Noah's back, grazing the fall of his blond hair lightly.

"That fulfill the obligation?" he asks, trying for teasing though he doesn't step back any.

For a moment Noah thinks Freddie is going to kiss him, and he waits, holding his breath, forgetting to answer whatever it is Freddie said. But the moment passes and nothing happens and Noah pushes down on a feeling of disappointment. He's being stupid, or at least that's what he tells himself.

"Yeah," he says, and tries to smirk, but it comes out more like a slightly goofy smile. And then he teases, because teasing is easy. "You still interested?" He bites his lip, smiling fully now like he's on the edge of laughter.

"This dress zips in the back."

The crooked curve of Noah's smile is inviting and Freddie mirrors it with his own grin as he smooths his hands down Noah's sides.

"Feels a bit like a Peep Show," he admits even as he drags one hand up the middle of Noah's back until his fingers find the metal of the little zipper. He fiddles with it lightly as he lifts his other hand to Noah's hair, brushing it lightly over his shoulder to keep it out of the way and then starts to drag the zipper down bit by bit.

Noah rolls his eyes, but otherwise keeps his gaze on Freddie's face. He wants to see his reaction, if he still finds him attractive in this body and how much. Noah finds his new body attractive, even more than his usual one, but maybe it's because he almost feels detached from it. It's a bizarre feeling, he's tried not to dwell on it too much.

"That means you're only allowed to look," he says with a coy smile. He doesn't move to help Freddie with the dress, leaning back against the side of the couch once more. "Is that what you want?"

The dress droops slightly, fabric loosening as Freddie drags the zipper further down. It hangs a bit off Noah's slender shoulders, revealing more of his familiar pale skin and the sliver of a pink strap.

Noah's comment is surprising and he arches an eyebrow in response, genuinely unsure of what to say for a moment before he manages, "Didn't realize touching was an option."

It's only partially a lie. Noah hadn't mentioned anything apart from letting Freddie have a look but every moment since Noah's arrival in his flat has felt weighted, rife with a tension Freddie can usually ignore. This time it's too heavy, every moment hanging with promise as well as the knowledge he could fuck things up all over again.

The fabric of Noah's dress falls further and, tentatively, Freddie lifts his other hand again to trace along the pink strap holding tight to Noah's right shoulder, following the line of it downward to where it disappears beneath the fall of sheer cloth.

Noah tries to think of another instance where he's made Freddie speechless like that, but nothing comes to mind. Maybe because he can't think of anything right now beyond the barely-there brush of Freddie's hand along his shoulder, the way he touches the bra strap almost tentatively like he's never seen one before. He's starting to think he's not going to live up to expectations with the way Freddie's drawing it out.

"Well, I came all the way here," Noah reasons, glancing from Freddie's hand and back to his face, looking up at him. He reaches out with his foot, hooking it loosely around Freddie's ankle. "I could have just sent a picture."

"Mm, true," Freddie agrees because he honestly hadn't thought of that before. Can't help wondering what it means that Noah hadn't offered that instead though he thinks it likely has to do with wanting to see someone's reaction as much as show them.

With a tip of his head, Freddie lifts his other hand, tugging the remaining fall of fabric so it slides fully off Noah's shoulders and hangs at his waist and the hooks of Noah's elbows. The bra beneath is a bright, lacy pink and Freddie can't help but grin at the sight of it, glancing up to smirk at Noah as he reaches a hand around wordlessly to find the clasp.

The top of the dress pools around Noah's waist, settling there with the way he's sitting against the arm of the couch. When Freddie reaches to unhook his bra, Noah stands, getting a little closer. There's still a hint of butterflies, but when he feels the bra go loose he helps slip it off with his free hand, holding onto his dress with the other, gathering it at the waist so it doesn't fall to the floor.

"Nice, right?" he says with a tentative smile.

Freddie's seen more than his share of breasts in his life, has even helped peel a woman or two out of her dress just exactly as he's doing with Noah right now. It's never felt quite like this, however. For obvious reasons.

The tension in the room seems to pull tighter as Noah pushes up from the arm of the couch and into Freddie's space, holding his dress up at the waist and bra in one hand. He's completely bare from the waist up, milky-white skin on full display. They're bigger than one might assume of someone of Noah's stature, but only slightly, and Freddie doesn't even pretend to not look. After all, that's the whole point.

"Very nice," he agrees with a smirk, one hand still on Noah's waist, thumb brushing bare skin as he holds the fabric in place. He steps in closer, head ducked to admire the peak of each nipple as he slides his other hand up Noah's arm and then lets go to brush two fingers down the swell of one breast, skin soft and smooth.

He glances up then, eyes locking on Noah's and lips still twitched in a grin. "Okay?"

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.

Noah doesn't exactly shiver under his touch, but there's a flicker in his eyes and a hitch of his breath that Freddie doesn't think he's imagining. Or maybe he only hopes he's not imagining it. Noah's chest heaves slightly beneath his fingertips and he skims lower, following the under curve of Noah's beast and brushing his thumb along the bottom edge of the pink surrounding his nipple.

There's a hand on his shirt then, clutching the bottom hem to hold him in place and Freddie swallows, eyes flicking up to Noah's again, searching as he cups the heft of Noah's left breast in his right hand.

"Feel a bit like a pervert," he admits, his voice a whisper as his lips twitch into a bare grin. He smooths his other hand up then, just the edge of his thumb tucked under the flesh of Noah's right breast.

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."

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

"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.

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?"