"N-Nicky..." Justin for once seemed uncertain. It was something about the tone of voice or the way Nicky stayed close to him....something unnerved him. He couldn't put his finger on it. He leaned in, his voice very close to Nicky's ear. "It has been nearly four weeks since I last had sex. It is something of an addiction, I admit. You'll never notice until you start having it, but once you do, you never wish to stop. And every time I look at you I wonder how your skin must taste, what your hair would smell like if I pressed my nose into it...how your hands would feel on my body, what you look like beneath those clothes and the sorts of noises I could tease from your throat," he said, the words fading to a hoarse whisper . "And I am being modest," he finished.