Special Needs (37 page)

“Wha--what?” Ryan looked up at him, for a moment distracted from the erect penis in his hand.

“Your former guys.” Liam winked at him and cupped Ryan’s face, slowly drawing it towards his crotch, towards that pink layer of latex that held what Ryan really desired to taste.

“Don’t you worry, I’m, like, the master cocksucker.”
Seriously Ryan? Where did that come from?
He really needed to just shut up and do his best, because otherwise, he’d end up dying of embarrassment. He'd done it once, almost ten years ago, and there was just no way Liam wouldn’t notice his lack of skill. He put his trembling fingers on Liam’s hips and kissed the rubbery tip. He groaned, watching one of his partner’s veiny hands slide down the V-shape of his abdomen to steady the condom between his index and middle finger.

“We can have a contest.”

Ryan cleared his throat and opened his mouth, taking the head in with as much grace as he could muster. Slowly, he sucked on the pulsing flesh, and a part of him was sorry he had to taste the artificial flavor, instead of Liam's flesh, but it was still a hundred times better than not getting to suck him at all. He could bet he would lose a blowjob contest to Liam. The guy probably had sex at least once a week from the age of sixteen. The aroma was just like he expected, very sweet and chemical, but he didn’t dwell on that, focusing on the wide cock, the way he had to stretch his jaw to accommodate it. This alone was delicious.

“Give me your right hand.” Liam’s voice was soft and raspy.

“Hn?” Ryan murmured, while struggling to fit in more of the length, but complied.

Gripping his wrist hard, Liam led it between his thighs, towards his ballsack. That powerful, golden body radiated so much heat it was like sitting too close to the fire. Only he trusted Liam not to burn him, so he went with the flow and weighed the delicate, slightly hairy skin in his palm. He followed some of the things people did in books and gently squeezed his hand around the sac, massaging one of Liam’s nuts with his thumb. A choked gasp from above assured him he was doing well, and his chest swelled with pride and gave him enough courage to attempt to take more of the watermelon-flavored dick into his mouth. It was the grip on his wrist though that sent flutters up his stomach.

“The other hand,” grunted Liam as his hips began a gentle, rocking motion, sending the tip of his cock sliding over Ryan’s palate.

Ryan opened his jaws wide and never stopped caressing his balls as he lifted his left hand from Liam’s hip, like a gesture of surrender. He wanted to give up his lips to this cock forever.

“Yes...” It came out of Liam as a prolonged hiss. He put Ryan’s other palm just under his breastbone, holding it there with the sweetest cuff, that was his strong hand. Ryan moaned, his fingers twitching over the working muscle.

Was his mouth freakishly small that he couldn’t take the whole cock in? He enjoyed the short jabs of Liam’s hips, the way they tried to force the dick deeper, widening his throat with every thrust. It didn’t get in deep enough to gag Ryan, but combined with Liam’s grunts and the way he held Ryan’s hands in a powerful grip, made Ryan feel taken completely. He tried to let his lover know how much he loved it, but it came out as a whimper. He was somewhat intimidated about the extent of Liam's experience, because he couldn't stop thinking he might not be good enough.

Liam kept urging him to look up as his pace quickened and eventually, Ryan let go of his inhibitions. He couldn't help the wetness that welled up in his eyes when their gazes locked, but it was so intense, so beautiful, that he moaned again. As strange as it was, each movement of the cock between his lips, over his tongue, sent sparks of pleasure straight to his painfully hard dick, and he began to imagine that he could come from just that if it lasted long enough. Instead of bobbing his head, he opened his mouth as an offering to the deity that was Liam's cock. His new lover smiled at him in appreciation, his face wonderfully flushed, lips red from chewing and kissing.

“How should I come?” Liam gently pulled out, his hard cock bobbing in front of Ryan’s face, and Ryan almost followed to reclaim it.

“Uhm... I...” His mind was blanked by lust.

Worry crossed Liam’s handsome features, and he stroked the top of Ryan’s head, breathless. “You okay?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” Ryan whispered, never looking away and gently stroked Liam's chest with his free hand. He could feel the powerful beat of his lover's heart through his breastbone, like it was a wild animal trying to fight its way out.

Liam gave him a prolonged look and snorted. “Take off the rubber.”

“It’s not funny,” Ryan muttered, but followed the order. Maybe he should have made something up? He could have said whatever. On me. In the condom. To the floor? At least he wouldn’t seem like such a pushover. Maybe.

“I agree. Take off the condom.” Liam released Ryan’s hands and cupped his jaw with both palms.

“So don’t fucking laugh at me after I sucked you.” He pulled off the condom, fighting the tremble in his fingers.

“I’m not.” Liam grunted, digging his fingers under Ryan’s jaw and thrusting into his hand. “Finish me.”

Ryan leaned in to kiss his lover’s hard stomach and started quickly pumping the now-bare cock. The way it pulsed in his hand sent a shiver down to his own stiff dick. It didn’t last long before Liam off-loaded on Ryan’s chest and hand, never breaking the visual connection they had, even when he was close and his eyes fluttered, threatening to slide shut.

“Did you like it?” Ryan asked right away, even though he knew it sounded needy. Liam moved to kneel in front of him, roughly pushing his thighs apart to settle between them. He leaned close and Ryan’s heart sped up at the thought of their lips brushing against each other, but Liam stopped, lifting one cocky eyebrow.

A drop of pre come made its way down Ryan’s cock at the closeness, but the way Liam just pushed his legs to the sides made his balls tighten with excitement. “What? You don’t like watermelon?” Ryan leaned closer to kiss him. The sole idea that he had two loads worth of Liam’s come on his body got him feeling like a filthy, little fuck pig. He didn’t even want to shower.

“Not really, but I like you.” Liam leaned forward and nipped Ryan’s lip with a hungry gasp, his hands kneading the scarred thighs.

“So you have to bear with my fruit-tainted mouth.” Ryan smiled, gently sucking on Liam's fleshy upper lip, but breath caught in his throat when Liam’s hand slid further down, towards the place his prosthetic foot was attached to.

“I can manage.”

Ryan looked down to his hands, but didn’t know what to say. Was it curiosity that was drawing Liam down there? When Liam's tongue teased Ryan's mouth open, Ryan's whole body came to life, arching into Liam's. The heat, the wetness, the smell of come... If Liam sucked his cock now, Ryan would probably come in two seconds.

“Can I take it off?” Another bite to Ryan’s lips had his cock twitching.

“Why?” It came out in a higher pitch than he would have wished.

Liam’s next kiss practically pushed him off the stool. “I want you naked.”

“Oh, my God!” escaped Ryan’s lips, and he grabbed onto Liam’s arm in a desperate attempt not to fall back to the wall. Keeping his legs limp while still sitting upright wasn’t the easiest feat. “Okay.”

Breaking the kiss, Liam leaned down to remove Ryan’s fake foot. He bowed his head, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses all over the patchwork of skin on his thighs. The gentle suction made his skin tingle, and when the hair trailed along like a soft brush, Ryan slouched over Liam and petted his head with a gasp. It was a level of intimacy he never experienced before. It didn't feel awkward, or scary. Everything was better and easier with Liam.

Liam put the prosthetic aside and picked Ryan up only to lower his body to the cold tiles. Ryan instantly grabbed onto him, and his breathing quickened. For a moment, he thought he would come just from his stiff cock brushing against that masculine stomach. He wasn’t sure what his partner’s plan was, but he went with it anyway. The cold surface got him break out in goosebumps though.

“Want you.” Heat spread through all of Ryan’s body at Liam’s whisper. Instead of touching him though, his lover kneeled and turned on the shower, only a gentle spray of lukewarm water that was getting hotter by the second.

“How?” Ryan tried to cover his eyes. Lying there on his back was like being a human beetle, unable to get up on his own and easy to push back down. That thought only pumped more blood into his cock, especially with the droplets of water sliding all over his body like caressing fingertips.

Liam picked up his shorter leg, hooking it over his hip and keeping it in place. “Any way.”

Ryan couldn’t even comprehend how different it was to being close to Stuart. “S--suck me...”

That got him a low, pleased chuckle. “You little mind reader!” The sheer happiness on Liam’s face made Ryan’s stomach flutter. Even more so when Liam straightened on his knees, bringing the stump to his lips.

“You don’t have to do things like that!” Ryan’s insides clenched like a fist.

“I know.” Liam looked at him, gently cupping his calf and adorning the deformed flesh with a smooch, as if it could reciprocate.

Ryan just sighed and tried to relax, as he laid back and watched Liam from under half closed eyelids. The room was steaming up, making it hard to breathe and think as Liam’s kisses and caresses traveled up his legs, towards their goal.

“Oh yeah... there.” Ryan’s chest was rising and falling at a quickening pace, obscuring the view.

“Where?” Liam teased him, slowly pushing one of Ryan’s legs aside to bury his tongue in the crease between the thigh and Ryan’s crotch.

That was enough to force a whole series of moans out of Ryan, and he shut his eyes as he came, thrusting his hips up against Liam’s head. The shiver went all the way to his legs, but in his mind they were numb to feeling and the sole idea left him panting. Only then he felt the soft, gentle touch of Liam’s mouth enveloping his cock in a velvet sheath, as if it was something to cherish.

Ryan slid his fingers into Liam’s wet hair, slowly caressing his scalp. He was too pumped out to do anything, but he still arched up when his softening cock was engulfed by wet heat. Even with the suction so gentle, his cock was so sensitive the touch bordered on pain. Liam finally released his dick and licked a trail up Ryan’s wet stomach. The orgasm was so exhausting, Ryan felt like he could fall asleep right there, in the hot water on the floor. Liam laid next to him, cradling him in his arms for a slow kiss.

“So beautiful when you come.”

“Yeah?” He wanted to hear more, be appreciated. Hugging Liam was so fulfilling, like anything he could have dreamed of. His new lover proceeded to shampoo his body and hair. Every touch was like a caress, accompanied by sweet, gentle kisses the likes of which he never experienced before. “It feels so good to be with you, caretaker.” He smiled, laying back and let Liam do whatever he wished. There was nothing Ryan wanted more than being the center of his attention.

“That’s what you get for hiring the worst caretaker ever.” Liam finally switched the water off and dried Ryan with a fluffy towel.

“Oh well, at least he’s handsome.” He winked at Liam and pulled him close, enjoying the feeling of hot, wet skin next to his own.

Minutes later, they were back in his bed. Liam cradled Ryan in the covers before falling onto the mattress himself.

“This is the best night of my life,” Ryan whispered, tracing his fingers along Liam’s arm.

“Only the first one of many to come.” Liam grinned at him and reached out to switch off the bedside lamp.

“I have the best boyfriend ever.” Ryan reveled in the closeness and intimacy. Even embarrassment about his legs disappeared somewhere in the haze of orgasm.

“Are you trying to crawl up my ass here?” Liam drew in closer, putting an arm over Ryan’s chest in the cozy darkness.

“You’re so ridiculously blunt.” Ryan giggled and kissed him on the cheek.

“Serves you right for having such a proper mouth yourself.” Liam sighed, laying on his side with his eyes closed. He looked gorgeous even with the moonlight making him seem pale.

“Me? Proper?” He stroked the side of Liam’s cheek with just the fingertips, enjoying the gentle prickling of his ever-present facial hair.

“Prove me wrong,” mumbled Liam, snuggling closer to Ryan, who shifted so that his lips were so close to his boyfriend’s ear, that they brushed against the skin.

“I think I’m a filthy slut-boy. I loved when you came all over me,” he whispered. Even in the dark, with just the two of them, Ryan could still feel his face getting hot from saying those words.

Liam broke out in laughter. “Oh my God, that’s priceless!”

Ryan’s heart shrunk. He thought it would be sexy. Apparently not.

“Come here and give me a taste of that filthy mouth,” Liam said in a half-joking manner and pressed a kiss to Ryan’s lips.

“No.” Ryan pushed him away without much force. “You’re making fun of me. Again.”

“Sorry, you’re just too cute for your own good!” And just like that, Liam was on top of him, forcing Ryan's hands over his head and keeping them there. “That’s why I keep alternating between thoughts of kissing your lips and fucking them hard until they drip with spit and cum.”