Special Needs (39 page)

“Where would you fit all this?” He patted Ryan’s belly with a small smile.

“I dunno. I did use up a lot of energy yesterday!”

The balcony door was open, so the whole room smelled of the ocean breeze, now mingling with the aroma of coffee and food. Ryan took a sip from one of the mugs and gave Liam a dreamy smile. He was so outrageously cute, it was hard not to fall for him. Any gay caretaker would be doomed from day one.

Liam joined him on the bed and slid his arm over Ryan’s shoulders, holding him close. He was tempted to press a kiss to the pierced nose, but he decided not to disturb the meal. “I thought I’d wake you.”

“You could wake me up like this every day.” Ryan snuggled up to him and started eating a pancake with his fingers, ignoring the maple syrup and melted butter that slid down his palm.

Liam groaned and buried his nose in Ryan’s neck to inhale his sweet scent. Even with his stomach rumbling, he'd rather suck Ryan off than eat his breakfast.

“You can have some. I was just kidding about eating everything myself.” Ryan pushed a piece of pancake against his lips.

“I sure hope so.” Liam accepted the food, but that wasn't enough, so he sucked the tips of Ryan's fingers in with a growl.

“Would you take me to the beach today? Winter is coming.” His eyes were so bright and shiny, he could have been a manga character.

“Sure, whatever you want.” Liam kissed his soft mouth, and behind all that sticky sweetness there was Ryan’s unique flavor that he was slowly becoming addicted to.

“Tell me more about Kyle, my mind was somewhere else yesterday, so I didn’t ask. How did it happen?”

Liam gave him a grin and took a sip from his coffee mug, enjoying the warmth of Ryan’s body next to his. “Ah, we met at a club and I was coming on to him, and somewhere during all the flirting, he told me that he’d let me fuck him if I tattooed the name of his band on me. I didn’t even know their music back then.” Liam rolled his eyes with a wide smile.

“You’re crazy!” Ryan laughed and kissed him with those maple-syrup flavored lips. He'd chose that over watermelon any day.

“I can never refuse a good dare. And it was worth it.”

“I will remember that. How was he?” Ryan’s blue eyes twinkled with curiosity.

Liam cackled and bit on his partner’s ear before stuffing a whole pancake into his mouth. “A fine piece of ass.” It came out muffled, but understandable.

Ryan rolled his eyes. “I bet you can’t count the amount of guys you’ve been with?” He fed Liam another bite.

“Well... yeah, but I’m not fucking to get a high score. I fuck because I like it.” He sought Ryan’s eyes with his and touched his thigh. “I love it when guys tremble under my touch.”

“Lucky I have you, then.” Ryan drank some more coffee. “I bet this day will be even better than yesterday.”

“No, I’m lucky to have someone as good as you.” Liam nuzzled his ear, inhaling the lovely scent of Ryan’s body. Even after a night in bed, his skin smelled of lemons and coffee. “How many did
you
have?”

“Uhm...” Ryan stalled for a moment, but looked back at him and pinched his nipple. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“What? Come on Ryan! Don’t be like that.” Liam burst out with laughter as he hugged the other man tight, feeling his muscles move under the tattooed skin.

“Nah! I’m a good boy, I won’t say.” Ryan flashed him a self-satisfied smile.

“No shit. Why did you ask about my men then?” Liam furrowed his eyebrows and drew back a bit.

“Cause
you’re
not a good boy.” Ryan poked his chest and had another bite of a pancake.

“I’m not asking details and names.”

“What do you wanna know then? How someone else’s cock tasted?” He shrugged.

Liam pouted. “Green apple?”

“Mint. A blowjob and breath freshener in one.” It was hard to say if he was being serious.

“Number. How many hookups and boyfriends did you have?” Liam helped himself to a strawberry.

“Why are you so pushy?” Ryan shook his head and drank more black coffee.

“Curiosity, pumpkin.” Liam leaned closer to his new partner, and had another piece of fruit.

Ryan shifted next to him and looked away with a blank expression. “A few. It’s not that easy when you’re me.”

Liam let out a low chuckle, nuzzling Ryan’s cheek. “All right, I’ll let you keep your secret if you feed me.”

“You’re more needy than I am,” he said, but didn’t seem unhappy as he started cutting up a pancake into smaller pieces.

“I’m a big baby. Deal with it.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to watch you carefully.” Ryan kissed him on the cheek before nudging his lips with more food.

“I was thinking about getting that test done today. What do you think?” Liam moved his hand over his Ryan’s thigh, squeezing it through the blanket.

“You really are quick, but I suppose if you want to. There’s still a wait after. You might as well do it today.”

“You know err... I am being safe.” Liam swallowed, looking into Ryan’s angelic face. He was truly stunning with those big eyes and delicate features. The piercings couldn’t hide any of that.

“I know. And it will be fine. We'll have the green light to do whatever we want.” Ryan entangled their fingers together and gave him more pancake.

“But you do know I had my last hookup like... last week?” Liam gritted his teeth. It would be unlikely for him to contract anything, but he still wanted to be honest with Ryan.

“Uhm, yeah. Matt Powers.”

“Yeah... and another guy after that.” Liam bit his lip, seeking Ryan’s gaze. It was weird that he was suddenly feeling queasy about it. No previous boyfriend made him feel like that. “I have been safe, so there’s virtually no chance of trouble. The last test was fine.”

“Oh my God! Who? When do you even--” Ryan didn’t finish the sentence and just sighed, looking to their joined hands.

“The Internet.”

“Okay... so... how safe were you?”

Liam made a general gesture. “Condoms for anal, and I always topped. No swallowing on my part.”

“Okay.” Ryan slouched, but reached for another piece of pancake.

“Okay what?” Liam hid his worries behind the mug.

"'Okay', I trust you've been safe.”

“You want to be exclusive, Ryan?” Liam wanted to grab a bite-sized piece of the pancake, but he stopped moving altogether when Ryan's wide eyes met his.

“Oh my God, yes!” he blurted out, but didn’t follow it with anything, going quiet.

Liam locked his gaze with him, his heart starting to race like a frightened rabbit. It looked like Ryan didn’t dare speak his mind about this. Was the crush he had on Liam big enough to overlook all the things he didn’t like?

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He furrowed his eyebrows, curling his hand over Ryan’s fingers. They were so slim, Liam imagined he could crush them if he wanted to. “It’s like you’ve been pondering on it.”

Ryan looked away, his nostrils flaring. “I mean... I don’t want anyone else.” He seemed even hesitant to grab onto Liam’s hand.

“Okay.” Liam brushed his fingers over Ryan's jaw, urging him to look up. “Why didn’t you tell me that’s the kind of thing you want?”

“I did. I asked you if you want to be my boyfriend.” Ryan gave him the look of a lost child.

“Err... well, many boyfriends I had wanted to fuck other people too.” Liam sighed, looking him deep in the eyes. It was good to know someone would be satisfied with the perspective of being with him only. Like for once, he was enough.

Ryan inhaled, squeezing Liam’s fingers in his palm. “I don’t... I don’t want you to touch anyone else.” It was funny how sometimes, he would casually talk about ‘fucking’, but then used shy euphemisms like ‘touch’ for the same thing.

“You should have told me.” Liam pressed a soft kiss to his pliant lips, still sweet from the syrup. “If you want something from me, you need to tell me.”

“I’ll try not to assume things.” Ryan sighed and took a swig from the mug. “Sometimes, I’ve got all these things in my head for so long that I forget I didn’t actually say them out loud.”

Liam snorted. “Pity, I kinda enjoyed pimping you out.”

“Bastard!” Ryan punched his arm with a soft hiss.

Liam let out a throaty chuckle as he kissed Ryan’s sweet lips, pressing his body against the headboard. With the blanket only covering Ryan from the waist down, Liam could enjoy the touch of soft skin against his palms. “I have you.”

“Doesn’t mean you can pimp me. I’m an honest whore.” Ryan pouted, but pulled him closer.

Liam felt a rush of desire and grabbed Ryan’s jaw, looking at him, in hope his now-boyfriend would understand his intentions. “And what is the price for your honest services?” God, at some point he was going to fuck that boy through the mattress.

Ryan gasped, but returned the stare. “Your heart.” It was barely audible, but seeped straight into Liam’s bloodstream and warmed his whole body up like mulled wine.

It was the strangest feeling to talk to someone so bare emotionally, so honest, so... pure. Liam swallowed and it took him a long moment to compose himself enough to manage a cocky smile. “That sort of un-whores you, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know. A whore always stays a whore, right?” Ryan let out a nervous chuckle and dropped his gaze, his skin pink like a well-fed piglet.

“No.”

“No? So it doesn’t matter how filthy I get?”

“Not really. Unless you want me to treat you like a dirty slut.” Liam lifted the tray table with care, to avoid any unnecessary dirt on the sheets.

Ryan’s breath was becoming faster. He didn’t seem to find an answer to the question and simply stared at him. Liam couldn't ignore the weight of that gaze, as it curled around his cock and tugged it to life.

“What do you think?” He placed the tray on the bedside table and moved closer to Ryan’s side.

“I think you could do that sometimes.” A smile was hidden somewhere in the corners of Ryan's lips, mimicked by one on Liam’s face.

“You like being a dirty slut? Don’t you, Ryan?” His heart skipped a beat when he started getting an idea of what kind of treasure he found.

“I have a very dirty mind,” whispered Ryan, shooting Liam a shy glance.

“What do we do about it?” Forcing himself to even his breath, Liam slowly turned his body towards Ryan’s and straddled him in one practiced move.

“Depends on what kind of man you are.”

As he was looking into his partner’s wide eyes, to his slack mouth, the pull of desire was becoming hard to overcome. “What kind of man do you want me to be?”

Ryan kissed his chin, teasing his skin with shaky breath. “A man who doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer from a slut,” he whispered, as if he was afraid to say it out loud.

Liam jumped at him, pulled by the rush of blood in his veins. He threw Ryan face down, crawled on top of him and gently twisted his arm, locking it behind his back. He buried his face in that fragrant neck and groaned, anxiously waiting for Ryan’s reaction. The boy gasped, arching his back strong enough to lift Liam. He really did make Liam feel like the alpha male, and laying on top of that sweet twink reminded him that chances were high that Ryan was naked under the blanket. With a throaty gasp, he ripped the covers off Ryan’s creamy butt. It was far better looking than Liam would expect of someone with Ryan’s condition.

“I’m going to take you.”

Ryan let out a muffled squeal and gave a half-hearted struggle with his arm. He wasn’t very strong, it was easy to push him back down, but Liam enjoyed watching the effort. With his free hand, Liam opened the fly of his jeans and struggled them off, along with his boxer shorts. His body was aching with need, as if his appetite could never be sated.

“Fuck my cock into where it belongs,” he murmured before biting hard on the salty flesh of Ryan’s nape.

“I’m not that kind of slut anymore,” Ryan's rapid panting gave away how aroused he was. He moved his hips a bit, rubbing his buttocks against Liam’s growing erection.

“Fuck!” Liam thrust his hips into Ryan’s ass, cock sliding comfortably into the warm crack. “What kind of slut are you then?”

“I don’t do bareback,” he whimpered, but Liam was sure he was still on the safe side. Ryan wouldn’t be playing along like this if he didn't like it.

Liam rocked his whole body into him, tracing his ear with his tongue. “I don’t do condoms.” He gave Ryan a wicked laugh and chomped on the side of his neck, sucking on the salty flesh that was becoming his favourite snack.

“Then you’re not getting any!” He could feel Ryan’s body shiver, and the boy’s buttocks clenched as if he wanted to suck Liam’s cock in. It was better than a five star feast.

“What the fuck does that mean? Struggle all you want,” Liam urged him, knowing he would be able to hold him down anyway.

Ryan instantly took it on board and writhed underneath him, even managing to slide out his arm from the grip. “Let go!” His breathing was getting frantic, and only his legs remained completely still.

Liam grabbed his neck and rocked his hips into Ryan’s, imagining how it would feel to sheathe his cock inside that snug ass. “Shut up, you filthy bitch!