Tom helped Nick onto the battered couch. "We're tired, aren't we, Nick, my laws, but we're about as beat as can be!"
Nick smiled wearily. Being dragged seemed like it shouldn't be as tiring as it was. His leg was acting up again, the infection he'd acquired bothering him to the point where he could barely pedal his bicycle. Tom couldn't know that the help he'd offered had triggered a different reaction altogether, completely separate from the exhaustion.
The thing was, Tom did notice.
"Hey, Nicky?" Tom asked, his voice still energetic and exuberant after a full day's riding. "You're horny, aren't you?" The usual childlike tone was buried in a bizarrely knowing and aware timbre. "M-O-O-N, that spells 'hard-up.'"
Nick tried to protest that he was fine, that it was just his tired body responding to perfectly innocent stimuli, but it was useless, as Tom couldn't read and Nick couldn't speak.
"I can help you with that!" Tom's enthusiasm was engaging, even with most of Nick's body and mind objecting. Before a real protest could be managed, Tom had unzipped Nick's pants, freed his swollen member and enveloped him in his mouth.
Voiceless, Nick could not moan out his pleasure. He tipped his head back against the couch's back, staring up at the ceiling. As the sensation rolled through him, he took a moment to marvel at Tom's talent at this particular task.
Nick dared a look down at Tom. Tom was hard at work. He had his eyes fastened on Nick's face, watching for approval or a stop signal.
The warm and wet pressure on Nick could not be denied. Nick smiled encouragement at his friend, who happily returned to his current task. Tom's tongue was talented, and his mouth provided exactly the right pull. In no time, Nick was gasping towards his climax. He came, his body tensing, sensation cresting and releasing in moments close enough to be one. He wasn't able to warn Tom, but Tom didn't seem to mind the fluid, swallowing it all.
Sated and more relaxed than he had been in months, Nick mouthed the words, Thank you to Tom, who grinned happily.
"I know what to do!" Tom said firmly. Then his voice turned tentative, and his eyes pleaded with his silent friend. "Do you think, some day, you could F-U-C-K me? I'm not supposed to say the word…" Tom's face showed a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Maybe someday, Nick wanted to say, drowsy on the couch. He settled for a hopeful smile, and an arm around Tom's shoulders.