Cedric looked down at Noel, at the hand resting on his hardness through his trousers, at the question hanging in the air. The words, "Should I help you?" seemed to vibrate in the quiet room. He couldn't speak.
He just nodded, a small, sharp movement.
Noel's smile softened. He shifted on his knees, his bandaged hand coming up to work at Cedric's belt buckle. His fingers were clumsy with the gauze, but determined. The metal clicked open. The button of his trousers popped. The zipper slid down with a low, steady sound.
Cedric stood there, letting it happen, his eyes fixed on Noel's face. When his trousers and underwear were pushed down his hips, his cock sprang free, already thick and hard. The cool air of the room made him twitch.
Noel looked at it for a long moment, his expression a mix of curiosity and awe. Then he looked back up at Cedric. "Okay," he whispered, more to himself. He leaned forward.
