Special Needs (34 page)

Liam chose a secluded spot under a small cliff, making sure they weren’t visible from any of the houses. That was enough to make Ryan’s brain boil.
Oh God! Does he want to have sex now?

“What, you tense?” Liam chuckled, dropped to his knees and lowered him into the sand. It was a quiet, warm night, but even the murmur of the sea wasn't enough to soothe Ryan's nerves.

“A... a bit?” He laughed over his rapid heartbeat, trying to take in the fact of what might happen tonight. His gaze wandered over the arched pecs and strong thighs, but it only made him slouch more. As much as he was attracted to Liam, Ryan wasn’t sure if he was ready to let go of his inhibitions. This whole ‘Liam is gay’ thing was a proper mindfuck.

Liam dropped by his side, casually took one of the cans from Ryan’s lap and opened it with a loud snapping noise. In the bright moonlight, Ryan watched his pronounced Adam's apple bob time after time as Liam took a long swig of beer.

“Oh, yeah, that’s good,” Liam said, pressing the can to his cheek. He then leaned closer, and Ryan felt a firm forearm brush against his back.

Unsure of what was expected of him, Ryan gave him a faint smile and quickly opened his own can. “Is this one your favorite?”

“Nah, but it has to do.” Liam leaned even closer, his pec grazing over Ryan’s arm.

“Yeah, I guess when you can’t have what you want, you make do with what you have?” Ryan could not force himself to look at Liam. His body was now a ticking time bomb.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you... I don’t know... in the closet, or something?” Ryan was trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“No. No, I’m not.” Liam swallowed hard enough for Ryan to hear. His body was warm and fragrant next to his, and when he tightened his fingers on the can, it gave a distinctive clack. “I just-- the guy who dumped me last time... he was my boss. I didn’t want to, you know...”

“So... You’re not bisexual?” Ryan looked up at him, before wetting his lips with beer.

“I’m gay. And I like you.”

“When did it... uhm... start?”

The chest to his side expanded to accommodate a big gulp of air. “It’s kinda hard to say when I went from ‘oh, he’s cute’ to ‘God, I wanna fuck him’. Does that matter?”

Ryan slouched a bit, his nerves getting the best of him. Even his ears heated up at that declaration. Did Liam fantasize about him? And did he want to date, or just fuck? How could he have missed that? “N--no, I guess it doesn’t.” He took a swig of beer. How fucked up was he that a hunk's availability made him lose his wit? He used to be so snappy with Liam.

“I know.” Liam leaned even closer, until they were side to side. His words tickled Ryan’s ear. “That wasn’t the romantic confession you’d want to hear, but I just couldn’t seem to find the right moment.”

Ryan laughed it off. “Yeah, cause I’m
such
a romantic.” He slowly pressed against Liam’s body, unsure if Liam would like that, so he was ready to flinch away and laugh it off any second. He heard Liam growl above him, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. All of a sudden, Ryan panicked that after the concert, his hair could be smelly with smoke. What if Liam hated that?

“I wanted it to be good, so I kept waiting. Should have kissed you in the water the day they did that porn flick.” Liam sounded tired.

That made Ryan instantly look up. “No!
I
wanted to do that!”

The lines on Liam’s face softened when he smiled, putting his can aside and reaching for the one in Ryan’s hand. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I was so scared that you would see what I feel, and be all awkward, and leave the job,” Ryan said in one breath. The wet beer can slid out of his hand as Liam leaned over him, and their eyes locked in semi-darkness.

“I wouldn’t.”

“Liam.” Ryan swallowed, trying to stop the tremble of his fingers by grabbing on to Liam’s muscular arm. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

Liam’s sigh sounded like it came from deep within him. Guttural, hoarse and low. He gently dug his thumb and forefinger under the joints of Ryan’s jaw, covering the front of his neck with his large palm, still cool from holding the beer. He then leaned down, and his warm lips were on Ryan’s, slightly bitter from the drink. Ryan took a deep breath through his nose, his heart beating fast when he opened his lips in invitation. It was everything he wanted and the way Liam held him in place with his hand was setting his chest ablaze. Even that little gesture suggested he controlled the situation, and there was nothing Ryan wanted more than to give in. He didn't even notice when his hands moved to caress Liam's forearms, but he arched his back to get more of that tingling sweetness that came with their kiss. It was like Liam was a shot of vodka after twenty years with the AA. And with Ryan’s heart close to stopping with the effort of having raced for long minutes, Liam should come with a warning label. 'Consumption of Liam's kisses may cause heart failure'.

He felt a slow push to his jaw and didn’t fight it. Liam gently lowered him to the ground, his other arm supporting Ryan’s back to finally curl around him once they were in the sand. His lips were gently brushing against Ryan’s, not yet demanding, though from the gentle tremble in Liam’s muscles, Ryan knew they were both equally excited.

“You smell so good,” Ryan whispered, slowly wrapping his arms around Liam’s neck. This was the best day of his life!

Liam leaned back just enough to talk, his soft lips still brushing over Ryan’s with every syllable. “So do you. I love that shampoo by the way.” He smiled and trailed his hand down Ryan's side. Ryan didn't know anymore if this touch wasn't even better than the grip Liam had on his neck.

Oh God. Is he gonna touch my ass
? Ryan felt a sudden flush to his cheeks and pulled Liam into an embrace. “I’ll never change it then.” He laughed, hoping his nervousness wouldn't show. The mouth against his lips stretched into a wide smile, and then a hot tongue was added to the mix, gently nudging his own, coaxing it out as if it were a skittish little animal. That powerful hand slid over Ryan’s hipbone and grabbed his thigh hard enough to squeeze a moan out of him. Only hugging Liam closer and deepening the kiss made Ryan understand how insignificant his other romantic endeavors were. This was like in the movies, with fireworks and a marching band. His inner fourth of July. Like opening his first Christmas present ever, only to find out it was exactly what he wanted. He never felt so empowered, yet weak at the same time. Liam was hugging him, his fingers teasing every nerve bundle awake as they trailed up and down Ryan’s body. As the kiss deepened, Liam left him breathless, exhaling hot air into Ryan's mouth.

The touch on his thigh though was making Ryan’s vision blur with lust. He thought about being so helpless under this hunk of a man, and it got his cock to twitch. But when Liam kept touching his leg, a part of him that shouldn't have any feeling, his cock got rock hard in his tight skinny jeans. Ryan didn’t even want to know what Liam would think of him if he knew what turned him on so much. His legs were stiff and immobile in the braces, and it felt so
right
, even if any other person would consider it wrong.

Liam rolled on top of him, one of his thighs pressing into Ryan’s crotch and he flashed Ryan a wicked smile. “Someone’s getting hot,” he said with a meaningful nudge of his own cock to Ryan’s hip.

“Oh God, Liam.” Ryan moaned, the weight on top of him pushing him to the edge of sanity. There was only lust at the bottom of the pit he was falling into. “I’ve never been so hard for anyone.”

“Oh yeah?” Liam teased him, gently yanking his head to the side to expose Ryan’s neck, and dove to shower it with open mouthed kisses. Ryan’s world was spinning.

Every next pinch of suction got him whimpering, and he slowly moved his fingers down Liam’s muscular back. “Yes, it’s like being crushed under you, and I love it.”

Licking a trail over the side of Ryan’s face, up to his lips, Liam ground their erections together, tensing up all the muscles in his body under Ryan’s touch. “Shirt off.”

“Liam, can I ask you a stupid question?” Ryan said breathlessly and scrambled to follow the order as fast as possible.

Liam laughed, straddling his hips and exposing his own, powerful chest. “Shoot.”

“Would you be my boyfriend? Or is this just like... a
thing
? Cause I would totally get that!” he blurted out, throwing his tank top to the side. He wouldn’t like it to be just a thing, but oh well... he would take whatever he got.

Liam made a face and threw his shirt away. “Jesus, why do people keep stealing my lines?”

Ryan didn’t know what to say, so he just stared back at him. He was so hot that he didn’t mind the cool sand sticking to his back. Liam moved quick, supporting both of his palms on the ground by Ryan's arms and lowered his body slowly back on top of his.

“Would I risk it if I just wanted to fuck?” Liam asked, his eyes searching. “I mean... let’s see how it goes?”

“Okay. I suppose you wouldn’t risk your job over a fuck, right?” Ryan smiled nervously. So, ‘fucking’ was back on the table?

Liam swallowed, his face tensing up for a second, but he shook his head and bowed to kiss the center of Ryan’s chest, his long hair tickling the heated skin.

“I wouldn’t want to lose you over it,” Ryan whispered, looking down at his boyfriend-to-be.

“I don’t think you will.” Liam traced his chest with thick, strong fingers, kneading the well-developed muscles with wide eyes and a quickened breath.

Ryan stroked Liam’s arms, but eventually, he framed his partner's face with his hands and pulled him in for yet another kiss. The thought that their cocks were both hard and so close together, was driving him crazy. It must have done the same to Liam, who sucked on his lower lip before drawing away a bit.

“What do we do about that?” Liam whispered, gently rocking his crotch into Ryan’s as their eyes met.

“Oh Liam... oh...”

“What do you want?” Liam’s tone was teasing him as he rubbed their hips together, creating more of that delicious friction.

Ryan’s whole body was burning up with every move, and although he was slowly losing his sanity, he reached down between their bodies to touch Liam’s hard cock through his trousers. It was such a deep yearning to have it in his hand, caress it, kiss it, suck it, adore it, worship it. His own cock was throbbing in his pants and dying for attention, but he knew that if he touched himself now, he would come within seconds. He was awarded by a deep groan and Liam pressed into his palm, his dick pulsing against Ryan’s skin through his jeans. It was bigger than he remembered and so thick.

“You wanna see it?”

“Yes, please!” Ryan nodded in an instant, looking into Liam’s eyes, but then gazed down between their bodies. “I want to make you happy.”

The other man snorted and nuzzled Ryan’s ear, making him curl his toes in pleasure. “I am right now. What do you want?”

Ryan squeezed Liam’s erection with a sigh. “I want you to touch me,” he whispered, scolding himself in his mind. He was so used to talking about sex, but things weren’t that easy when his own body was in question.

“Where?” Liam never broke eye contact, as he slowly sat up to unbuckle his thick belt, and then opened the fly of his jeans.

Ryan couldn’t keep his gaze on Liam’s face any more and looked down, with his lips trembling. The leathery smell of the belt made him imagine it tying up his wrists, gagging his mouth or even hitting his bare ass. “I... I...” How on earth was he supposed to focus on answering the freaking question? His mind went blank at the sight of a large, erect cock pointing to the sky as soon as Liam shoved his pants and underwear lower. It was thick and veiny, and from what Ryan could see in the sparse light, Liam trimmed his blond pubes since that time he saw him in the shower.

“Oh wow,” Ryan muttered, slowly touching the skin above Liam’s cock. ‘
Boss
’. The single word, inked right over the base of a hard dick would remain forever ingrained in the hall of fame of Ryan’s memory. “It’s... wow. That tattoo really suits it... Like a boss.”

“Yeah.” Liam took hold of Ryan’s wrist and grabbed the base of his own cock with the other hand, then thrust gently, sliding the wet head of his prick over Ryan’s wrist and into his palm. It was hot as hellfire. He didn’t have to suggest it twice. Ryan wrapped his hand around the thick prick and started pumping it slowly, marveling at the way it fit in his hand.

Liam groaned. “Spit on your hand.”

Ryan was so overwhelmed, he kept wondering if it wasn't a wet dream, but Liam's flesh felt so very real. How far would this go tonight? He wasn’t sure if he was ready to go all the way, but then, he wasn’t sure if he was even capable of saying ‘no’ to Liam. He quickly spat on his hand before wrapping it around that deliciously thick cock. Making Liam happy felt like the center of his universe. The cock was so alive in his hands.

“So...” The other man leaned down, catching his lips in a hurried kiss. His whiskers scratched Ryan’s skin, making him tremble even harder. “Where do you want my touch?”

“Oh, oh, Liam... can we touch them together?” Ryan blurted out, looking into his eyes. The flush on his face radiated heat like fresh sunburn. Maybe it was the glow of Liam’s awesomeness that made it so?

Liam’s face broke into a cocky grin. “You need to take it out first.”