3 AM wasn’t an hour Caspian was usually awake at. Even as summer vacation dragged on, Caspian found himself struggling to stay up past 2 AM on a usual summer night. However, it was no ordinary night. After being away for a week or so on vacation with his family, his friend, Quinn, was finally back in town. 

	He’d planned the entire night out, and so far, it was going according to plan. Pizza courtesy of his Mother, playing way too much Smash, taking turns playing horror games on his PC, and then finally winding down with some movies. This early in the morning, or late into the night if you stayed up all night like the two teens did, was a strange area to be in. Too tired to do anything, yet not tired enough to sleep, they lay awake, chatting to one another. Quinn was talking about his vacation while Caspian lounged on his bed. 

His room was a bit cramped, but his parents had helped him make the most of the limited space. His bed took up a good bit of space and left barely enough room for his computer desk. The desk housed his PC, whose old, decaying LCD monitor played a movie that neither of them were particularly watching. Just something for background noise. The rough, beige carpet wouldn’t have made for a comfy bed, so Quinn had a sleeping back set up near the outlet on the floor. His phone was plugged in already, stuffed under his pillow as he chatted with Caspian. Game posters hung on the wall secured by duct tape, featuring many of the two birds’ favorites. 

“Yeah, the beach was fun, the sand wasn’t. Sand and feathers are awful… But! I did meet this cute girl when I was down there.” He said, finally piquing Caspian’s full interest. 

He turned to face him, being met with that smug, familiar grin plastered onto his beak. 

“Oh yeah? Show me a picture.” Caspian challenged, not totally buying the story. 

Without hesitation, Quinn pulled his phone out from under his pillow and after a few swipes, pulled up a picture. 

Quinn was standing beside a cute husky girl that looked to be around their age. The canine was actually a bit taller than the oriole, but there he was. Waves crashing in the background, a smile on both their faces. The husky’s swimsuit wasn’t exactly leaving much to the imagination either, which Quinn seemed to appreciate even now. 

“Huh… Well damn dude, congrats! Where does she live? Anywhere nearby?” Caspian said cheerfully. Though, just a tiny pang of jealousy lay beneath his cheery support. 

“Mmm… Not really. Which sucks, but, my parents said they’ll take me to see her next year. So it’s a long distance thing for now I guess.” He said, a bit of his optimism fading. 

“Aww man, that sucks. Well hey, you got each other’s phone and stuff like that. I bet it won’t be too hard to wait.” Caspian reassured him, grinning as he saw his friend’s expression lighten again. 

“Heh, yeah. I met her totally by accident too, I bumped into her at one of the arcades and we played a bunch of DDR and talked on the way back to the beach. We hit it off so quick, I never really had that happen before.” Quinn said, his cheeks growing a bit red. 

“Awww~ You guys are adorable already. If you text her tonight, tell her I said hi.” Caspian said, finally starting to feel the night catch up to him. He yawned, stretching his wings above his head. 

“Yeah, I’m getting tired too. Finally time to sleep?” Quinn asked. 

Caspian nodded. “Yeah, you can put on a movie or something if you want.” 

	Caspian rolled over to face the wall. He heard the sleeping bag rustling behind him, but not for long as he pretty much immediately zonked out. His sleep was oddly dreamless, but very, very deep. The exhaustion from staying up so late took a toll on him physically and mentally it seemed. He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep before he started to hear hushed voices. Knowing it wasn’t a dream, he slowly forced his eyes open, groggily turning his head towards the floor. His sleepy, groggy eyes were blurry at first, but as his eyes adjusted to the low light of the room, his eyes lit up. 

	Quinn had his sleeping bag splayed out, acting more like a mat than a bag. He was totally nude, exposing parts of his vibrant orange underbelly Caspian hadn’t seen before. He wouldn’t have been able to see much if it hadn’t have been for the flash of his phone that was aimed at his erect cock. Caspian didn’t think he saw him yet, so he held his breath and watched. He finally figured out what the voices were. Quinn was whispering into the phone, undeniably showing off for his new girlfriend. 

He thought about just turning around and trying to sleep, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away. Quinn’s tapered, pink shaft looked hard as steel from where he lay. He couldn’t believe he was seeing his friend like this. He must’ve heard the sheets rustle, or maybe it was his change in breathing, but Quinn eventually looked up from his phone, and met Caspian’s gaze. 

Quinn immediately scrambled to cover himself, dropping his phone in his panic. 

“C-Caspian! I’m- I didn’t think you’d wake up, you’re usually a heavy sleeper…” Quinn said. 

“It’s… FIne? I guess?” Caspian yawned, slowly sitting up, thankful that the blankets covered his growing excitement. “You coulda gone to the bathroom.” 

“Well, I didn’t want to risk anyone walking in... “ Quinn said. 

Caspian barely heard it, but Quinn’s phone was still on, and a faint female voice rose up from it. 
“Oh, uh, sounds like your girlfriend is still on the phone.” Caspian reminded him. 

Quinn grabbed his phone, quickly hanging the call up before texting a quick apology to his girlfriend. 

“It’s fine, I mean… Yeah, maybe I’m too tired to react to this correctly.” Caspian said, chuckling before yawning again. “See you in the morning’” 

Quinn, however, didn’t respond right away. He was typing something frantically on his phone, and after a few minutes of texting back and forth, set his phone down and took a deep breath. 

“So… You know how… you told me you were gay?” Quinn asked. 

Caspian’s heart just about stopped, but he nodded. “Uhm… Yes, why?” 

Quinn seemed to be just as flustered as he was, his eyes looking everywhere but into Caspian’s. 

“Well… My girlfriend. I told her you woke up, and I talked about you before. So, she wanted you to, well. You know. She thought… She thinks it would be hot if you sucked me off while we called on the phone. And… Uhm… You don’t have to, just, I told her you were curious and… Yeah.” Quinn managed to say, dragging the words out as he stumbled over them. 

Caspian’s body was shaking with intense excitement and nervousness. Of course, he wanted to jump at the opportunity, but he’d never done anything like that. Plus, it was his best friend! If it ended up going wrong somehow, or it made things awkward between them, he didn’t know what he’d do… Yet, something made him say. 

“I’ll uhm. I’ll do it.” Caspian mumbled out. 

Quinn nodded, tapped his phone a few times, and beckoned Caspian down onto the floor. 

	Caspian wasn’t wearing much more than Quinn. He was only in his boxers, which did nothing to hide his prominent tent he’d pitched. He slowly pulled his sheets back, slipping down onto the floor. Quinn’s legs were spread, his erection still standing proud, throbbing idly. For the first time, Caspian was able to look at him with desire without restraining himself. 

	He looked at the vibrant orange plumage he’d yearned to see more of with the same excited gaze that eventually settled on the pink, tapered shaft between his legs. He crawled closer, the body heat from his friend welcoming him in, as well as the subtle musk. Quinn looked nervous and unsure, but as he chatted briefly to his girlfriend, Caspian realized it had to be uncomfortable for him. His heart was pounding in his chest, his brain was sleep deprived, his body was surging with nervous energy. He parted his beak, slowly extending his tongue to graze it across the underside of his shaft. 

	The heat was unexpected as much as the salty taste that spread across his tongue. He didn’t know what to expect, but the taste wasn’t bad. He heard Quinn gasp above him, the foreign sensation eliciting a hard pulse of his cock. 

“F-Fuck that’s good… N-No rush dude, take your time.” He said. Even though Caspian knew he was playing it up a bit for his girlfriend, those breathy moans lit a fire in him. 

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly lowered his head. The thickness of it surprised him at first, the amount of space in his mouth that it took up was new, but as he adjusted, he found he loved it. He could feel every throb, every sudden spasm and pulse as his tongue was pinned down by the growing thickness. His friend’s taste dominated his mouth, making him moan softly around the shaft. 

“G-God… Your beak feels way better than my hands.” Quinn gasped out. 

	He got about half way down before he felt his tip pressing against his throat, gagging the inexperienced bird. He rested his hands on his thighs, bobbing his head while swirling his tongue around the length of his friend’s cock he could fit into his beak. Breathy moans were all he could hear each time his head descended. He could already feel pre oozing onto his tongue, giving him the first taste of what was coming. 

	He could feel Quinn’s hips trying to buck deeper into his mouth, a wing rested on his head, keeping him mostly pressed down to his limit while his hips worked to use Caspian’s mouth. The throbbing only grew harder and more erratic as Quinn gave shallow humps into his mouth. 

“C-Can’t get off like this, lick my tip while I finish up.” Quinn whispered before pulling Caspian’s head up. 

Caspian finally opened his eyes, watching his friend’s wing furiously work his leaky shaft aimed right at his face. He leaned forward, lapping and slurping at the tip of his cock,  He was waiting with anticipation, trying to listen to the progressively harsher breaths of his friend to gauge when he’d finish. 

	The first shot caught him by surprise. Quinn gasped, groaning low under his breath before a wing suddenly forced his head forward, stuffing the tip into his beak. The first thing he noticed was the sensation. The wet, hot, sticky sensation of cum splattering onto his tongue. The bitter, odd taste followed, which almost broke the deal for him if it wasn’t for just about everything else. Quinn’s husky, breathy grunts and groans as he unloaded. The way his cock jumped and throbbed hard with each shot. The warmth of his seed as it filled his mouth.

	Caspian swallowed after Quinn pulled out, his beak feeling oddly vacant after the session. He didn’t even notice that he’d finished himself at first. Only when he stood to get back into bed did he notice the sticky sensation and the dampness of his underwear. Quinn noticed, and sheepishly grinned at him as he set his phone down. 

“Guess you liked it as much as I did.” He said, catching his breath. 

“U-Uhm… yeah.” Caspian said, suddenly feeling very shy. “Could you… turn around while I change? I know it’s silly…”

“Oh! Sure, sure.” Quinn said, yanking his boxers back on before turning his back. 

Caspian hastily cleaned himself off the best he could, pulling on a fresh pair of boxers he retrieved from his dresser before flopping into his bed. 

Quinn finally turned around, working his sleeping bag back into the bag formation he’d need to finally sleep. 

“So… If I wake up and ask you to take care of my morning wood, would you do it?” Quinn asked with a smirk. 

Caspian, finally feeling a bit more comfortable, gave a sleepy smile as he settled into his bed. “Mayyyybe.”