"Walked," Philip answers and he knows damn well they're not walking all the way back to his flat, not when he's half-undressed already and well on his way to getting at more of Freddie's skin.

"This way," he says, moving suddenly. He has to use one hand to hold up his trousers, but he surveys a few of the nearest houses, finds one he's sure is empty, then tugs Freddie toward the gated yard. There's a fair few hedges and bushes, as well as a secluded area toward the back where he can see patio furniture. It's well hidden from the neighbours and the house itself -- likely to give the inhabitants privacy from any nosy children -- and it's more or less exactly what Philip has been looking for.

He's goddamn lucky is what he is, though he thinks at this point he would have happily fucked Freddie in a bloody bush for the privacy it would allow.