Special Needs (17 page)

“Why do you keep pushing me all the time?” Ryan looked at him with a pout.

“Because a guy like you shouldn’t be alone.” Liam licked his lips. “You’re good looking, funny, smart. What the hell?”

“Thanks and I get what you mean, but it doesn’t have to happen overnight. I went to the club, maybe I’ll go somewhere next week, but I’m not gonna go on craigslist just yet. What about you, huh? Stuck with a cripple gay boy all day.”

“I need to have some time after my last relationship. It ended like... the day before you hired me.” Liam rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah? Poor you. What happened?”

“My boss happened and she got tired of me.” Liam looked away from Ryan, hiding behind a cup of coffee he pulled off the lap table. It wasn't like he
loved
Todd, but it hurt his ego to be discarded like some broken vibrator.

Ryan let out a prolonged hiss. “Your boss? That never turns out well, does it?”

“No, it never does.” Liam gritted his teeth before shoving a large chunk of the muffin in his mouth.

“Oh, at least you have me now, so you’re safe.” Ryan laughed and poked his arm with a fist. Liam swallowed the thick piece of cake, refusing to look at him. All of a sudden, he started feeling like shit. Before, right after being thrown out of his former partner’s house and losing his job on the same day, he’d been too furious to give it more thought. And now those shit feelings were all he had left. Great.

“Hey, what’s up? Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry, I laughed it off, I shouldn’t have. Were you very close?” It was Ryan’s turn to stroke his back.

“I thought we were.” Liam snorted. “But then, she sent me a message to come home and I found my stuff at the front gate. And her fucking doorman asks me to return the keys. I still don’t know what I did wrong.” And he really didn’t. Todd didn’t tell him a damn thing. Hell, he had actually thought he was being summoned for a wild ride in bed.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Ryan leaned over and hugged him. Just like that. “What a cunt,” he said and those words never sounded as sweet as they did from his lips. It was fucking arousing even in those circumstances. Ryan would never be a dick to him. Not like Todd, which now fucking hurt.

“Yes! A fucking cunt! We were living together for almost a year and h... all she has to say to me is ‘Don’t bother to come back to work’.” His face got hot from even thinking about it. “And she keeps the laptop I thought she gave me for our anniversary. Because technically, she paid for it, so it belonged to her.”

“Oh God, Liam. That’s horrible.” The hug became even tighter.

“No, that’s the story of my life,” he said weakly, his eyelids getting uncomfortably heavy. “It’s fucking pathetic.”

“No one who makes muffins this good is pathetic. Any girl would die to be with you.”

Liam laughed at that. “Seriously, Ryan. All they would die for is to be filled with my cock, but that’s all it is.”

“I know, right?” Ryan backed away and smiled at him. “It’s hard to be this handsome.”

“Well, it’s nice to be appreciated. Too bad you’re not my girlfriend.”

Ryan hesitated, but eventually looked into his eyes. “You’ve been keeping quiet about this and listened to all of my whining in the meanwhile? Seriously. I can bet loads of cool chicks would like to ‘be surfed’ for a lot longer than just a night.”

Liam snorted. “Yeah, and then they decide I’m not the guy they want to introduce to their parents.” He gave Ryan a sour smile.

“Well, you are rough around the edges.” Ryan showed him all of his pearly whites and stroked Liam’s hair before pulling away.

Liam swallowed and poked Ryan’s chest. “I’m not a bad guy.”

“I didn’t say you were. Come on, you’re a caretaker. You help me with everything.”

Liam chuckled. “And get you hurt, and break your wheelchair.”

“Nobody’s perfect?” Ryan dismissed it with a wave of his hand and smiled.

Chapter 10

Ryan already had quite a few t-shirts in his lap, but was wheeling through yet another aisle at the massive department store they went to with Liam. As soon as the wheelchair got repaired, they went on a shopping trip, but Ryan’s hidden agenda was buying something for Liam. He was the best caretaker he had ever had, they really had a good vibe, and the poor guy didn’t seem to have it easy before he came to work for him.

“Liam, what about this one?” He pulled out a black shirt with ‘Got rope?’ written with rope-like letters.

Liam blinked and shook his head with a growing smile. “Would you wear ‘Boy Toy’?”

“Show me!” Ryan looked at the t-shirt, nodded and put it on the pile in his lap. “I would. Oh! Oh! Look at this one!” He laughed again and showed Liam a t-shirt with a dancing heart-shaped toast and the words ‘Nothing say’s
I love you
quite like Coffee and Toast’.

“Do they have one saying ‘Nothing says
I love you
quite like anal’?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” Ryan just stared at him, unsure of what Liam meant.

Liam pouted and moved his hands to the front of the garment, as if he were holding someone’s hips in place. “I don’t want my t-shirts to lie.”

“Awww. You’re such an honest person.” Ryan put the shirt back and moved on. “Is that a favorite?”

Liam smiled in an almost tender way, as if he just remembered something good. “I’m kinky, what can I say?”

“You should take the rope one then. Good conversation starter.” Ryan winked at him and wheeled out of the aisle.

“What about you? Should I take the ‘Boy Toy’ for you?” He could hear Liam’s footsteps behind him.

“Only if you’ll be my bodyguard when I wear it.”

It was nice to be finally out of the house again. Even two days without the wheelchair, restricted a lot of what he could do. On the other hand, he got to spend loads of time with Liam and touch him all the time. He almost felt like some old lecher, but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m always with you anyway,” Liam called behind him and threw some other clothes into Ryan’s lap.

“I’ll take it then.” Ryan looked back to smile at him. He felt so cool when he was out with Liam. The guy was like a rockstar of caretakers.

“We’ll have to move you into a glass container to prevent guys from trying to stuff your pretty mouth,” Liam said, disregarding a middle aged lady they were passing on the way to the fitting rooms.

Ryan’s eyes went wide. “You’re horrible! I can’t believe you just said that.” He could barely contain his laughter.

“Why? I’m a very honest pervert.” Liam shoved his thumb into his mouth just to yank it out with a loud popping noise.

Ryan could feel even his ears go hot. “Watch out or I’ll fire you, just to check,” he whispered. That has already become an inside joke between them.

“If you don’t want us to be kicked out of the store, you better keep it in your pants until we’re in the dressing room.”

“You’re lucky I’m not trying on pants,” Ryan said, before turning to the fitting room attendant. “Can we both use the disabled fitting room?”

The girl agreed and let them through with a smile. Ryan couldn’t wait to see Liam half naked and up close. If he could watch him as often as he wanted, he’d probably have learnt all his tattoos by heart by now.

Liam opened the door, letting Ryan in first. “Why, because I won’t have an excuse to molest you?”

“Someone’s gonna sue you someday.” Ryan shook his head. “I was thinking more along the lines of having your head close to my crotch when you help me change. That would not end up well.”

He wheeled into the spacious room with a plastic chair for disabled customers and a rail.

“Why? Don’t all guys like to get their dicks sucked?”

“Stop saying that.” Ryan punched his thigh. “And come in already.”

“But I don’t think I would swallow, that would be too gay.” Liam locked the door and casually yanked the shirt over his head. He had a gorgeous body, nicely toned, but not like those men who overdid the gym.

Ryan could just see himself licking that stomach. “You think?” he managed after a moment of staring.

Liam pursed his lips. “Yeah, the chicks often don’t want to and I’ve heard gay guys do. It sometimes sucks not to be gay, man,” he said in a serious voice.

“Being gay also entails succkage.” Ryan winked at him and took his own t-shirt off. He was naturally slim, but not even half as toned as Liam. He didn’t mind in the slightest, people didn’t have to be clones to look attractive.

“Hell, I was talking about swallowing, not sucking.”

If this topic continued, Ryan was pretty sure his penis would get interested, so he decided to change the subject. “What’s that one about?” he pointed to a tattoo on Liam’s side - a staircase leading out of a cellar, with guts and blood splattered all over the steps. He didn’t even want to know why he had a tattoo of a labrador and a date on his other side. Or a ventriloquist’s puppet under it for that matter. “In the memory of your previous victim?”

“Victims. Lizzy did this one actually.” Liam covered the work of art that was his body with the first t-shirt.

“Plural. I see. How many?” Ryan looked up to him in no rush to get dressed. He loved looking at Liam from this level.

“I stopped counting at two hundred.” Liam looked into the mirror, adjusting the t-shirt on his chest.

“Would that be your fantasy room then? A dark basement?” Ryan finally put one of his on. It was a hard decision to make, because the fabric obscured the perfect view he had on Liam’s broad back and the reflection of his chest.

“Oh, I guess that would be an office. I like the power play.” Liam smiled and took the garment off. It wasn’t the answer Ryan expected.

“Aha! What do you like most? Is that a revenge fantasy on your last boss?” Ryan looked into the mirror, but was hoping for some feedback from Liam.

“It’s not revenge. More about fucking someone who’s more important than you. Making them beg for it.” Liam must have drifted away, his face relaxed, teeth digging into that fleshy bottom lip. “That shirt’s nice by the way, but I’d take a smaller size.”

“You just want it to look very gay, don’t you?” Ryan laughed and took it off. “And... wow. I didn’t know that’s what you’re into. Hot.”

“No, I think you look good in tight clothes.” Liam chose another top, a longsleeve this time, but he leaned down towards Ryan, lowering his voice. The smell of his cologne made Ryan freeze in place. “You know what’s sexy? When they’re tied to their office chairs and I fuck their loud mouths shut.”

Ryan looked up at him, hypnotized by the words and tensed his thighs. “Stop that!” He winced, the sound a lot higher pitched than he would have wished.

Liam’s tongue darted from between his lips as he moved back, his eyes fixed on Ryan. “Chill, I’m not doing that to you.”

I wish you were
, thought Ryan. “No, I need you to stop, ‘cause it’s too hot!” He could already see in the mirror, that his face was going red.

“Oh.” Liam moved, his hips swaying gently in front of Ryan. “You into that?”

“Well...” Ryan swallowed. He might as well disclose it. Nothing like that could ever happen with Liam anyway. “I like uhm... forceful guys,” he whispered, feeling more naked than just a moment before. “But as play obviously. Not real assholes.”

“Oh.” Liam’s eyes suddenly seemed deeper. “How forceful? Do I have to worry about tending to wounds?”

Ryan rolled his eyes and pulled on the tighter t-shirt. “Yeah, if I actually ever hook up with anyone. You might have to make me some ice cream, to help my throat recover.” It was so easy to make all those jokes with Liam. He never felt as comfortable with anyone.

“Swallowing would help,” said Liam, obviously trying to keep a straight face.

“Swallowing the whole dick?” Ryan snorted. It must have been like talking to a
very
slutty girl for Liam.

“No, silly!” Liam snapped at his nose. “The delicious, fresh come.”

“Liam! You need to stop that.” He giggled and covered his lap with another t-shirt. He wasn’t hard yet, but his cock was increasingly interested.

Liam grinned at him, putting the longsleeve on. “I guess I should.”

Ryan cleared his throat. “So tell me what else would you have in an office room? I’m asking, cause I still don’t have all the rooms fully themed so I’m brainstorming.”
And curious to know what you’re into, beautiful hunk of man.

Liam sighed. “Well, I guess a large desk with hooks for the rope and an industrial-sized bottle of lube in the top drawer.”

Ryan tried not to smile. “What about like... a phone with a really long cord. You know, for extra theme.” He took the t-shirt off, already knowing he would take it, since Liam liked it.

“It should vibrate.” Liam tried on another top.

Ryan gave that some thought. It might be do-able. “There could be vibrating pens too.”

“And belts to beat some sense into them.” Liam gave Ryan a sweet smile, scrutinizing the t-shirt. “Oh, get this one.”