Nicky felt.. like he was about to be swept out to sea by a very large wave. The only thing that was anchoring him to the land and to life (because he could very well drown in a wave that big) was, well, Justin. If either one of them let go, Nicky would be lost.
He still didn't know what to do, so he let Justin continue on, though he loosened up his jaw and made himself more pliable. And he was making noises. Soft little purrs as Justin's fingers went through his hair. A weakness that his mother had found long ago. Nicky would do anything she asked of him if she would run her hands through his hair. It send tingles up and down his back, his hair stand on end.