At Freddie's touch Noah goes back to massaging, fingers exploring Freddie's scalp, rubbing in shallow circles through his hair. His body looks relaxed, and though he's angled sideways Noah watches as his chest gently rises and falls with his breathing. Without thinking, Noah rests one of his hands over Freddie's heart, feeling for the soft sensation of it beating and all that precious life draped across his lap.

"No." Noah's hand stills a moment, a little surprised at the question. He smirks to himself, says teasingly, "But I appreciate you thinking I have enough game to have been."

"I haven't been looking to," he adds, giving a serious answer after a moment. "I don't really care about sex like that."