Special Needs (21 page)

“What?”

“No, it’s worse now! I want to rip that guy’s junk off. I shouldn’t have listened to you.” Liam let his head fall back with a low growl.

“Why not? Be logical Liam. You need this job. I understand you befriended him, but he is your employer. Do I really have to remind you that you lose the sense of perspective when it comes to your employers?”

Even listening to it got Liam annoyed, when he saw Ryan being happy without him. He kept laughing and pulling closer to Stuart with each wave that approached them. Liam knew he should have been the one doing this with Ryan. It was
his
plan!

“I lose the sense of perspective because I like him. And this one is not a fucking douchebag!” Liam was so angry he had to force himself not to throw the cell down at the beach. There were no rewards for restraint though.

There it was. Stuart and Ryan kissed. Liam could imagine how those lovely lips would taste on his own, all those piercings teasing the sides of his mouth until he got so horny he’d come in his pants. Meanwhile, Ryan was enjoying the touch of some creep from across the pond and didn’t have a damn clue just how much Liam wanted to be held by him the way he was holding Stuart as they kissed. Ryan didn’t pull away for a while, far too occupied to even remember Liam’s existence.

Cole sighed, making the line crackle. “So let me get this straight. You set him up on a date and now all of a sudden you’re jealous he’s actually getting some?”

“Fuck.”

“I did get that right?”

Liam jumped up with the pent-up frustration. “He’s kissing him! Cole, I’m going to barf, seriously...”

“For fuck’s sake. You can’t just break them up now, because you feel like it. Get a grip, get laid, whatever. But be reasonable!”

How could Liam be reasonable though, when he saw Stuart let go of Ryan’s legs in the water and just pull him around by his arms? It was wrong. Liam would never have done that. He’d hold him close, comfortable.

“I wasn’t being reasonable when I listened to you. I’m not doing that again.” Liam’s heart hammered in his chest so hard it was unpleasant. “It was my idea to go to the beach, and that prick suddenly comes over and ruins it!”

“Oh Liam, are you calling him a prick just because it’s your boss he’s dating?” His brother sighed tiredly.

At some point, it seemed Stuart got bored of playing in the water and pulled Ryan towards the shore, still moving him by the arms. Must have gotten tired of carrying him.
The weakling.

“He’s a wuss! Ryan deserves someone interesting. You haven’t met him, Cole, but he’s such a great guy.” Liam took a deep breath, moving around on the balcony. His lazy afternoon had been ruined by Stuart.

“Oh yeah? Tell me something about him then that doesn’t include the fact that ‘he’s hot’.”

Liam opened his mouth to speak, but it was hard to focus when his blood pressure was rising with anger at the sight of Stuart dragging Ryan through the beach and to the blanket. Ryan was just chatting to him in the meanwhile, but sand must have been getting into his pants. How inconsiderate!

“We have this... chemistry, you know, like there’s always something to talk about,” he tried, pulling the rubber band off his hair. “He likes weird movies, and Sex Feet Under, and he helps me in the kitchen sometimes... because we’re having fun.” Liam swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment. His heart was pounding up to the point where it was making him sick. “Cole, I really like him.”

“If you’re serious about it, quit, find another job and then date him.”

Liam couldn’t stand looking at the beach anymore. Stuart practically crawled on top of Ryan, eating his mouth on the very blanket Liam got for Ryan because Stuart of all people poured coffee all over his crotch. The balcony was Liam’s own private torture chamber.

“The fuck? I’m not listening to you again! Your methods don’t work out for me.”

“Whatever, bro. Just don’t come sobbing to me, when you lose your job again.”

“When was I ever sobbing? And I told you he’s not a prick! He wouldn’t fire me.” Liam desperately wanted a cigarette. Maybe if Ryan saw him in just his underpants, he would lose interest in Stuart for the time being?

Cole groaned. “You’re thirty one years old Liam. It’s up to you. I’m just saying what I think, because you asked me for advice before.”

“And ‘cause of that stupid advice of yours, this fucking wuss is practically humping my guy.” Liam growled into the mic.

“Too much information. And you think you could actually date this guy? And stay faithful? What is the extent of his injury anyway?”

“That’s kinda private.” Liam bit his lip. “And what was that suggestion anyway? I’m not a cheat! Open relationships are different.” He huffed into the phone.

“I’m just being the voice of reason here, Liam. You like a very active lifestyle. How could he keep up with that?”

Liam’s eyes went wide, and he leaned over the railing, seeing that now Stuart
was
actually dry humping Ryan. How could he ever unsee that?

“Motherfucker.” He grabbed his cigs and ran down the stairs, his whole body rigid.

“Everything alright there?”

“No, it isn’t!” barked Liam, swiftly leaving the house. Only now did he realize that he was barefoot. Well, he didn’t care.

“Liam, talk to me.”

He could see them from afar, laying on the blanket and kissing. It was like some kind of never ending torture. Was Liam Theon Greyjoy of
Game of Thrones
to have to endure this? God, he was such an idiot. Following the first idea that came into his head, he pressed two fingers against his lips and whistled as loud as he could.

The lovebirds both turned their heads towards him. Score. He managed to kill the mood.

“What’s up?” Ryan yelled.

“Someone’s coming!” Liam forced a small smile to his lips as he voiced that lie.

“Should we get decent?” Ryan laughed, but Stuart rolled them over and pulled him down for another kiss.

“Cole, seriously, I’m getting rid of this guy. Will you help me bury the body?” Liam murmured into his phone.

“I know, I know. Matt Powers. I’ve heard about it like fifty times already.” Rodney laughed and adjusted the spiked leather collar on his neck. He was searching his toolbox for a specific kind of screw that he insisted was best for a repair in the Tea Room, but Ryan didn’t want him to go yet.

He came to the reception desk late in the evening, eager to tell someone else than Liam about his date, but the conversation quickly drifted to the porn crew coming to film next week.

He felt himself flush. “Sorry, he’s just so hot. But you know, a different kind of hot than Stu.”

“What kind of hot is Stu?” Stuart went home straight from the beach, so Rodney didn’t get to see him yet.

“I’d say he’s like... the nice guy, who has a wild side to him.” Ryan grinned to the memory of cuddling on the soft bed of sand and zombies. Stuart couldn't win faced with the hotness that Ryan apparently was in his eyes and came in his pants when he squeezed Ryan’s butt, as he was laying between his thighs. That got Ryan kind of proud. The whole experience only reminded him how fucking exciting it was to have his legs fondled while pretending he couldn’t feel a thing. It got him hard in no time, but he held himself in check and only masturbated later in his room.

“Cool, I’m happy you’re actually dating someone.” Rodney put a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

“I know. I’m just gonna have to ease him into my kinky side.” Ryan laughed. “Maybe I should invite him to one of the rooms for our third date. You know, to give him some inspiration.”

“Where did you meet him again? Wasn’t that at an S&M club?” Rodney seemed to have a hard time keeping his face straight.

“Don’t mock me! I asked him about it and he said he was just looking for someone interesting. So I’m not sure what he’s into. What if he wants a wheelchair Dom, huh? That wouldn’t really work.” He couldn’t stop smiling though. Finally having someone to date was amazing.

“Do you want some popcorn, guys?” It was Liam’s voice and when Ryan looked back at him, he had to blink several times, because he could hardly believe what he was seeing. Liam stood by the Staff Only door in flip-flops and a pair of bright orange boxer briefs which did nothing to hide his impressive size. Nothing else. Just flip-flops and orange underpants with ‘Juicy fruit” written on the white waistband. The tattoo under his navel, spelling out ‘Boss’ was half visible, half hidden beneath the fabric, like an invitation to peek inside.

Ryan crooked his head, and he noticed Rodney closed the toolbox with a sound of finality. There they were, two gay guys lusting after a straight tease in orange boxer briefs. Pathetic or what?

“Well hello there. Is he your new marketing tactic?” Rod laughed and poked Ryan’s head.

“Uhm,” was all that Ryan managed to utter.

“Hope I won’t scare away the customers.” Liam walked over with a huge bowl of popcorn, the fair hair on his stomach shining in the lamp light like an for a peek into his underwear.

“I think they’re too busy to notice. Unless someone comes in without booking,” Rodney said, sticking his bottom lip out.

“Yeah, like... seeing that,” Ryan pointed straight at Liam’s penis. “And they suddenly decide they feel like having sex.” He hid the bottom of his face in his hands.

“How do you know?” Liam’s face broke into a wide grin. “Do I make you hot?”

Ryan was at a loss of words. What could he say to this kind of teasing? Liam knew very well he was hot stuff. Rodney helped him out though:

“I don’t know about Ryan, but we could visit the Dog Pound if you’re up for it, big guy.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “Please Rod, we both know it’s not you I have hots for.”

“We do?” Rodney raised his eyebrows.

“Ignore him, Rod. He teases me like that all the time.” Ryan shook his head, but took another sneak peak at Liam’s crotch. God, he would suck on that thing, lick every letter of that 'Boss' tattoo.

“I don’t want to be ignored.” Liam’s voice was a thick purr and when his hot, large hand brushed over Ryan’s left arm, he couldn't keep still.

“Okay, okay! I’ll have some popcorn then.” Ryan panicked and took two massive handfuls of the snack, hoping it would get that beautiful penis away from him.

Rodney burst out with laughter. “Why are you walking around the hotel semi-naked anyway?”

“My pants are all wet, or in the laundry.” Liam accidentally brushed his hip against Ryan’s shoulder. He smelled as if he had just walked out of the ocean. Ryan wanted to lick him to check if he was salty.

“You only have two pairs?” Ryan looked up at him, stuffing his mouth with popcorn. “Oh, I know what this is. You want a raise!”

Liam smiled down at him, his eyes glistening. “Nah, I’m good. Popcorn is more important than worldly treasures,” he said with emphasis. “Isn’t that right, Rodney?”

“I’m good.” The man just shook his head.

“Well, I’m not doing a movie night with you, if you’re only wearing
that
.” Ryan was firm on that topic. How on earth would he focus on the movie?

“Great, now you’re hurting my feelings. Forever alone.” Liam sighed, drawing back to lean against the counter. The new position made the “v” shape of his lower abdomen even more pronounced.

Rodney wiped the tears of laughter out of his eyes. “You’re milking it, Liam. Someday, poor little Ryan’s gonna burst.”

“Oh, fuck you both!” Ryan started wheeling away as fast as possible. Liam was a fucking straight cock tease.

“Ryan, wait!” Liam ran after him.

“What?” he growled.

“Why are you being like that?”

“I’m not a girl you know. If I get aroused, it will show.”

“So?” Liam called the elevator.

Ryan had to stop. He couldn’t help himself and looked at the briefs again. “So it’s embarrassing. I don’t want Rod to see. Or you for that matter.”

“You two were humping each other like rabbits.” Liam’s face suddenly got serious. It was weird.

“Uhm... yeah. I guess it got more heated than expected. It was cool though.” Ryan smiled, remembering Stuart’s weight on him.

“Yeah? You liked it?”