Special Needs (36 page)

“Sure.” Liam leaned forward and pulled him towards his chest, his strong arms wrapped around Ryan. It was such a wonderful feeling. “Did I frighten you?”

“A bit. You got angry all of a sudden. I don’t know what I did wrong. I mean... I didn’t mean to!” Ryan took a deep breath, closing his eyes and smelling Liam’s hair. He loved that ever-present hint of salt and sun on his golden skin.

“I wasn’t angry.” Liam placed a chaste kiss on the side of Ryan’s jaw, stroking his fingers over his naked chest. “I just don’t want the situation with my former partner to repeat itself. It hasn’t been that long.”

“I’m not that sort of person,” Ryan muttered, appalled by the idea that Liam could be comparing him to someone who simply threw him out one day.

“I know. It’s just... he told me the same thing you did.” Liam moved to nuzzle Ryan’s cheek as he knelt by the chair. The distant sounds of the highway were the only thing disturbing the peace of their embrace.

“It’s like me assuming you’re like Stuart, just cause you like me. I’m not doing that, so you stop comparing me too.” Ryan tried to be stern, but it was hard with all the warmth deep in his chest.

“I’m the guy who knocked his teeth out. I can’t be him,” Liam said with a wide grin, slowly getting to his feet.

Ryan gave him a faint smile and pushed his thumb against Liam's lips, forcing them to part. “You sure, you have all your teeth?”

Liam’s powerful form slouched over him in a manner that would intimidate him if it were anyone else. The man opened his mouth with a soft moan and traced the thumb with his tongue before closing his jaws in a playful bite that made Ryan’s cock twitch. “Depends where you want my mouth,” Liam said with a kiss to the fingertip.

“Okay, okay, I can see you have all your teeth. You’re not Stuart.” Ryan couldn't get enough of the image of his thumb between Liam's lips. A wave of heat went straight through his body when Liam sucked the digit in, enclosing it in his moist mouth. His eyes promised much more to come.

“Oh my God, Liam! You’re so filthy!” All he could do to hide his excitement was laugh.

With another bite, Liam let the thumb go and pushed the chair towards the entrance. “Lets take my filth upstairs.”

“Liam? Did you date anyone since you started work here?”

“Ah... maybe we could talk about it upstairs, where Rodney can’t overhear?” proposed Liam as he opened the door and pushed the wheelchair inside.

Rodney opened one eye, from where he was half-laying on the reception desk. “I’m not sleeping,” he muttered, even though no one asked.

“It’s just us.” Ryan couldn't suppress a chuckle as they passed him.

“Talk to you tomorrow. You suck as a guard.” Liam grinned, speeding to the elevator like the devil himself was after him.

“You broke Ryan’s wheelchair! You suck as a caretaker!” Rodney yelled after them.

“Bite me, Rod!”

Rodney barked in reply.

They didn’t talk much on their way upstairs, too busy kissing, both in the elevator and on the stairs when Liam stumbled and crushed Ryan into the wall, but being alone again, in the safety of a locked bedroom was a relief.

“You know so much about me, you sneak, but I am in the dark here,” Ryan complained, wheeling into the bathroom. He still couldn’t get his head around what was happening.

“What do you want to know?” Liam asked from the bedroom.

“Did you date anyone? And please, don’t tell me you went back to that cafe and hooked up with the barista I liked?” Ryan looked at the showerhead, unsure if he wanted to undress. Liam had seen his legs, but what if he found them repulsive?

“Ah... I didn’t really ‘date’ anyone. I had hookups though,” answered Liam from up close. The tiny hair on Ryan’s nape stood straight up as he sensed the other man’s warmth behind him. “But not the barista.”

“Who then?” He didn’t dare look back.

“Several guys. Matt Powers...”

“The fuck? Matt Powers!” Ryan glared back at him with his heart in his throat, but instantly turned back, when he faced Liam's bare cock.

“Yeah, he’s decent in bed.” Liam let out a laugh, touching Ryan’s bare arms with his fingertips.

“Matt Powers? Decent? That’s all you gonna tell me?”

One of Liam’s hands traveled over Ryan’s nape and shoulder as he circled Ryan to face him in all his naked glory. All of his tattoos seen together made up a picture of ridiculous randomness, yet somehow, fit Liam’s personality. “What do you want to know?”

“W--were you top, or bottom?” Ryan managed to choke out, as his gaze went straight to Liam’s cock. God, he wanted to just lick it up and down.

The other man let out a low chuckle. “Why?”

“I don’t know. It seems like a perfectly reasonable question, right?”

“I tend to top.”

Ryan licked his lips as he talked to that wonderful cock. “How about you shower and I watch, being the lecher I am?”

Liam crooked his head with a self-satisfied smile. “I think we both need a thorough wash.” The suggestion hidden between the lines instantly shifted Ryan’s focus to Liam’s lips.

“It’s just... you know... my legs and shit,” he murmured with a frown.

“What about them?” asked his private Golden God, reaching out his arms to help Ryan off the wheelchair.

Ryan held onto them tightly, with his legs stiff in the braces. Liam didn’t lift him up as he usually would, so the tips of Ryan’s toes were brushing over the cool tiles. “Oh come on, you know what. You’ve seen them.”

“I have.” He gave Ryan a smooch before sitting him on the plastic stool under the showerhead. “No need to be ashamed.”

“You say that ‘cause it’s not you with wonky legs.” Ryan pouted, but didn't let Liam move away, embracing his waist and putting his cheek on Liam’s tattooed stomach. He could feel it move with every breath taken by the man above him, who now palmed his head, gently stroking his scalp with his fingertips.

“Do you still remember what we did down at the beach?”

“Are you kidding? I’ll never forget it.” It was amazing to finally be able to touch Liam’s skin.

“We kinda skipped the bit where we watch each other naked.”

“But it was dark and it was just... you know. Not pants off.” Ryan looked up at him and nudged his stomach with his chin. He could definitely get used to this. Especially that he got the impression that Liam responded to the closeness. The proof of it jerked slightly against Ryan’s neck, making his head spin.

“I want naked.”

“Oh my God. Liam. Your cock fucking twitched onto my neck.” Ryan froze and wouldn’t dare look down, but his own dick was getting interested yet again.

“Yeah, what would you do about it, Ryan?” asked Liam, gently pressing on the top of his head just enough for Ryan to feel the tickle of pubes on his chin. His body was rapidly warming up to the gentle attention.

“Uhm... I have condoms in my bedside drawer,” he whispered and kissed Liam under the belly button. The man blinked.

“Why, you wanna fuck?” He sounded genuinely surprised.

“Well... that was a suggestion for a blowjob, right?” Ryan kissed his skin once more, tasting its delicious, salty heat.

“Oh, you want a rubber for...” It looked like Liam was trying to keep his eyes not too wide.

“Yeah.” Ryan stroked his back. Was he being made fun of now?

Liam sighed, stroking his thumb down Ryan’s temple and cheek bone. “Is it because I hook up a lot?”

“Better safe than sorry. I don’t know where it’s been.” Ryan kept looking up, but traced his fingertips along the underside of Liam’s stiff cock. Oh, how good that felt.

“Well, it’s been in Matt Powers for one thing.”

“And Kyle Goldberg. You’re raking up a nice set of stars there. Who’s next? Elton John?” How on earth could he compete with a blowjob Matt, fucking, Powers could have given Liam?

“So, you want me tested, or are you just against sucking me dry?” It came out as a low whisper. Liam yanked Ryan’s head back by the hair to look into his eyes with a knowing smile.

“I want you tested,” Ryan whimpered, trying to get as much touch as he could. Slowly, he massaged Liam's meaty sides with his fingers, ever more eager to say 'yes' to whatever that gorgeous man wanted. Maybe he could watch more tutorials on giving head by then.

“All right. Get those pants off.” Liam winked at him and ran off to the bedroom. Even his ass looked perfect: narrow, muscled, with dimples at the sides.

Ryan swallowed and started slowly unbuckling his braces, as he watched Liam rummage through his bedside drawer. “Here goes nothing,” he grumbled to himself. Taking the braces off usually made him actually less comfortable. Like he wasn’t safely contained anymore.

“Pina colada?” Liam’s playful voice from the bedroom did nothing to help his nerves.

“Sure. Mock me, it’s very arousing.” He carefully put the braces on the wheelchair and took a deep breath before unbuttoning the jeans.

“Or do you prefer for me to taste like freshly picked strawberries?” Liam asked him, leaning his arm on the doorframe. He rolled out a strip of condoms.

Ryan pouted, struggling to push down his pants. It always got easier when he got them off his hips, and he’d rather not have someone watch. He held onto the railing next to the seat and pulled the jeans down with the other hand. “If you continue making fun of my condom choices, you’re not getting any. And I’ll go for watermelon, if you wanna know.”

Liam gave him a wide grin, separating the said rubbed from the others and casually strolled over. “Help needed?”

“Yeah, if you just take my shoes off, it’ll make things a lot faster.” Ryan didn’t feel ready to be naked, but by the age of twenty five, he was starting to assume he would never feel ready, so he just had to push himself.

Liam pulled the wheelchair closer to the door, and then kneeled in front of Ryan to take off his creepers. He took more time with Ryan’s right one, gently touching the fake foot after taking off Ryan’s socks as well.

It wasn’t even hard to hold his legs still and limp when touched. He had years of experience, and it felt like it was their natural state anyway. Especially since he also did it most of the time when he was on his own, making an exception only for daily exercise. With another deep breath, he methodically pushed the jeans to his knees, and then to the ankles, uncovering all the mismatched, hairless skin and the prosthetic foot.

The silence was a killer, but he tried to shrug it off and threw the pants to the farthest wall in a nonchalant gesture. This was him. Slim but not skinny, with legs that were shapely, but horrendous in 'texture’. If Liam wasn’t running away yet, Ryan was willing ignore the cold shiver crawling up his stomach.

“Wanna lay down?” There they were, those thick fingers slowly, gently making their way up Ryan’s legs, tracing the scarred tissue like it was something of great value.

“I’m not sure. I thought I was on the right height, sitting down?” Ryan chuckled, too embarrassed to look into Liam's face, so he looked at his toned chest instead. How on earth did they get to this point within a few hours?

“It’s up to you.” Liam licked his fingers and fisted his gorgeous cock. This was enough to make Ryan’s mouth water.

“Okay. Here then?” Ryan was trying to be decisive.

Liam’s hand on his cheek was oddly soothing. “I’m all yours. Do what you like.” He took Ryan’s hand and placed the condom in his palm.

Ryan swallowed, but didn’t stall, determined to be a man about it. “Stand up.” He opened the packet and was surprised when a chemical version of the watermelon aroma filled his nostrils. He'd laugh if he wasn't so breathless.

“Yummy, my mouth’s watering.” Liam’s chuckle made all Ryan’s worries wither away.

“You’re an idiot.” He shook his head and looked up at Liam’s cock, which was standing up proud and ready for action. He didn’t hesitate before starting to put on the condom. He didn’t have experience in that, but he did know how to do it. He read too much about sex for his own good. His face became flushed when he couldn't get it right though, fingers slipping over the thick head, but Liam was there to help and soon, his cock was encased in the thin, pink sheath.

“Your previous boyfriends weren’t as overwhelming, I see.”