Special Needs (24 page)

“Does he have a nice cock?” Matt shot Stuart an amused look.

“Sure he does.”

“I think your BF wouldn’t mind to see you on screen.” Matt winked at Ryan.

“Hey. I’m not just a delicious sausage in a chair.” He laughed, but felt increasingly uncomfortable. Did Stuart really mean that, or was it his weird way of building Ryan’s confidence?

Matt opened a can of juice and took a sip from it. “Not just. Never just!”

“Ryan, do you want a drink?” Liam’s voice broke through the chatter.

“Hell yeah! And you boys get to work.” He patted Matt’s thigh with a laugh, but was happy to finish the conversation. He was dubious if he would even jerk off on camera, not to mention having sex with someone. Sure, he liked watching porn, just like everyone else, but he thought of his own sex as something private and intimate. It actually made him queasy that Stuart encouraged it.

“All right, we’ll be right back.” Liam took over the chair handles, nudging Stuart away with his hip and pushed Ryan towards the door. “Matt didn’t mean to scare you. He’s just laid back that way,” he said into Ryan’s ear.

“I’m not scared,” Ryan muttered, clenching his fists, as they made their way along the corridor.

“Well, you seemed uncomfortable and shit.” They passed some of the crew, going straight to the lounge, where Liam stocked all the food.

Ryan swallowed. “Did I? Do you think they noticed?” He didn’t want to be considered stuck up. Everyone else was so chilled out about it.

“I don’t know. Well, I noticed Stuart didn’t,” he added, pushing the wheelchair harder, as if he was trying to prove a point. Or wished to shove Stuart.

“Liam... Can I tell you something?” Ryan turned his face to look at his caretaker, who stopped in the middle of the room, fixing his bright grey eyes on Ryan like he was the only person in the whole house. It was bordering on uncomfortable.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I didn’t think he’d be okay with that. What if he wants an open relationship or something.” Ryan played with the strap on his leg brace. “I don’t think I’d be cut out for that.”

“
Are
you in a relationship?” Liam exhaled and walked around the chair to face Ryan.

“Yes. I mean... I think we are. We do what couples do... Talk all the time and he calls me ‘baby’ and stuff.”

“So you didn’t actually DTR?” Liam leaned against the wall and folded his arms, his face unusually serious.

“I didn’t wanna just ask about it like a silly teenager.” Ryan slouched in the chair. “And he doesn’t give the vibe of just hooking up. He’s caring. And I invited him over. I guess we’ll get to know if we sort of... you know,
fit
together.” He let out a nervous laugh.

Liam shook his head. “That’s not how it works, because you aren’t teenagers and you aren’t straight.”

“But why would it be so different? It’s not like all gays run around and just fuck anyone they stumble upon.” He rolled his eyes.

“No, but have you even slept with him yet? Even the straights don’t usually call it a relationship before that.”

Ryan’s jaw became so tense it started hurting. “Liam, what if it turns out I’m too much of a hassle in bed? With the legs and stuff. Or if it just doesn’t work out. I haven’t done it in a while. I really wanna, but it’s a bit stressful.” He reached out for a glass of juice, so he would have something in his hands.

“You really wanna? With
him
?” Liam shifted his weight to one leg. There it was again. What was his problem with Stu?

“Liam, is he like your old high school frenemy or something? Cause you don’t seem to like anything about him. Am I missing something here?” Ryan sighed and looked back at him.

“Yes, he’s a closet jerk.” Liam pursed his lips, but toned his voice down.

“Seriously Liam, if this doesn't work out, you’re finding me a new boyfriend on Craigslist.” Ryan shook his head, picking at the tiny hair on his forearm.

“I will find you someone much better as soon as you dump his ass,” Liam huffed, popping open a beer he got from the drink table.

“I just wanna give him a chance, you know. I don’t have guys hitting on me from left and right.”

“Here you are, babe. I was worried.” It was a voice they both recognized and Ryan sighed, watching Liam's face go sour. Stuart on the other hand gave them a wide smile from the door.

“Nah, it’s cool, I’m just having a drink.” Ryan pointed at the glass with a smile, trying to ignore the pang of guilt that came with it.

“I’ll take over from here.” Stuart crossed the room in a few strides and unceremoniously pulled Ryan's chair away from the table. “Just take some time off.”

Ryan screwed his mouth shut as he watched the distance between Liam and him grow.

The shoot wasn’t half as exciting as Ryan expected. Most crew members were much taller than him, and even when standing in his braces, he couldn't see much from the corridor. Plus, seeing how the movies were actually made somehow made them less exciting. The sex might have looked passionate and natural on screen, but in reality, there were many cuts, breaks, the actors had to readjust their positions and do what the director told them to instead of following their instincts. There was the stress of having to delay orgasm as long as possible, and to Ryan's disappointment, one newbie had trouble getting it up. He would never look at porn the same way again. But at least he got to see Matt Powers in action. The man did not disappoint.

With all the hassle and no perspective of staying over tonight, Stuart decided to go home early, excusing himself with work he had to do in order to take tomorrow's evening off. By that time, Ryan was tired of watching retakes and gladly followed, to see him off on the porch.

“Don’t overwork yourself, you know.” He poked Stuart’s ribs. “I don’t want to be left with a tired piece of meat tomorrow.”

Stuart laughed, dropping to his knees in front of him, his hands immediately going for Ryan’s thighs. It seemed to be his favorite spot. “Don’t worry baby, I’m sure you could work me up no matter what.”

“You saying I’m that sexy?” Ryan purred and slouched to kiss him. He might have had his doubts, but it was so good to have someone to touch, and hold, and kiss, and hopefully fuck.

“I just want to ravish you on the spot.” Stuart bit his lip, his hands kneading Ryan’s legs up to the point of being unpleasant. Maybe he thought he could make him feel it if he used enough pressure.

“On the porch? Naughty.” Ryan pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, closing his eyes. His heart was pounding. Liam would probably laugh at him if he knew at him, but Ryan wouldn’t mind being dry-humped by this man again.

“You like that Monster Room, don’t you?” Stuart husked against Ryan’s lips. His warm breath felt familiar already.

“Yeah, it’s scary but sexy.” Ryan wrapped his arms around Stuarts neck, pulling him closer. “Push my legs apart, so you can hug me.”

“Yes.” Stuart did as he was asked, rubbing against Ryan in the shadow of the railing that framed the porch. With the chaos inside, the empty porch seemed so peaceful and quiet. “Maybe we could sleep there tonight?”

“The place is filthy. It’ll need a clean after all it’s been through today. But... maybe tomorrow?” Ryan bit his bottom lip. He looked back at the house. Having his legs moved by someone else, in a sexual way, was getting him hard already. It felt so forceful. Maybe Stu did have it in him after all?

And just like that, there was a hand on his crotch, squeezing him hard.

“Oh yeah.” Ryan panted, frantically unbuttoning his trousers. There was no one else around anyway. “Fuck, I’m so horny.” He looked down at Stuart, his face hot like he just entered a wet sauna. Having watched sweaty, muscled bodies, round asses and thick cocks at the porn set all afternoon didn’t help his self-control either.

“So, how much do you feel?” Stuart sounded lost as he opened Ryan’s fly. His eyes grew wider in the dark as he pressed a kiss to Ryan’s chin.

“Don’t worry, I feel most of my hips, it won’t be awkward with me not feeling it, or something.” Ryan pulled out his painfully hard penis. The images from the whole day came back to him, crashing into an amazing wave of hot arousal. He couldn't help himself. “Just a quicky, huh?” He exhaled.

“Do we have enough privacy here?” Stuart gasped, drawing back a bit.

“There’s no one here. Just a handjob.” Ryan licked his lips and smiled.

Stuart nodded slowly and pressed close for a bruising kiss. His hand was working Ryan’s cock at a furious pace, as if he really was afraid of getting caught.

“Oh yeah... so fucking good,” Ryan whispered into his lips, already knowing it wouldn’t take long. Just a few more violent strokes and he came between their heated bodies. It was so good, different than jerking off by himself. He was shocked to feel Stu moving away and leaving him cold, but couldn’t bring himself to physically stop him. He looked up at him, spent and sleepy. “Wow...” He didn’t even have the strength to tuck his cock back in, but it wouldn’t be right to leave Stuart hanging so he forced himself into motion. “Come on, I’ll help you out.” Ryan reached out to Stuart’s pants.

“Sorry, I’m too stressed out with everyone.” Stuart maneuvered his hips away and bowed down to plant a chaste kiss on Ryan’s lips. “You can make up for it tomorrow.”

“Hey... You sure?” He looked up at Stuart, grabbing his hand. He didn’t want to come off as a selfish lover.

“Yes, don’t worry about it, baby.” Stuart gently squeezed Ryan’s palm. “Just prepare that room for us. It’s going to be fun.”

Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off Stu. “Can’t wait. You’ll get the blowjob of your life.”

Stuart smiled at him and slowly retreated from the porch. “I’m sure.”

Ryan watched him disappear behind the corner with a strange feeling in his chest. As awesome as that quick tumble was, Stuart could have stayed to cuddle a bit more. The way it went, it was almost as if he only jerked Ryan off to excuse himself.

Ryan wasn’t going to complain though, and with a deeply satisfied smile, he tucked his flaccid penis back into his pants. Wow.

Getting off got him hungry for more, but also plain
hungry
. He quickly wheeled into the house, going straight for the lounge. His smile was so wide, his face could be the logo for emo Happy Meals.

There wasn’t that much variety left on the catering table after the whole day, but apparently, Liam produced too much food to process for an an almost exclusively male film crew, so he helped himself to little nibbles. At some point, his merry snack time was interrupted by loud cheers and a growing commotion. Curious, he turned the chair towards the door and frowned at the sound of a crowd running down the stairs. Did that mean they had finished for the day? His eyes grew wide when he saw a bunch of naked and semi-naked men walking through the corridor and past the lounge.

“Wow. This day just keeps getting better and better.” He grinned to himself and bit into a piece of apple pie. “Oh yes...” he muttered, keeping his eyes at crotch-level, but his smile froze when he saw a familiar set of tattoos on a very naked Liam. Ryan tried to look all around his cock, just to try and be decent. His gaze alternated between the hog head and the bloodied cleaver inked on the fronts of his thighs. Their eyes locked, and for a brief moment, Ryan’s toes curled.

“Oh God... the fuck?” he blurted out with his mouth full. Well, at least he wouldn’t get an erection so soon after coming... or would he?

“Ryan!” Shameless as he was, Liam went into the room, making all warning centers in Ryan’s brain scream in alarm. The full muscles of Liam’s thighs twitched with every step as he walked with a confidence that was alien to Ryan. The thick length of his cock was in plain sight, embedded in a nest of fair, neatly trimmed pubic hair. His sack was dark and so inviting that Ryan practically dreamt about tracing it with his tongue. “We’re going skinny dipping! Wanna come?”

The words froze Ryan to his seat. Of course he wanted to be a part of it, but he'd rather spare them the view of his battered legs. He didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable. These guys were gorgeous, toned, tall... well, the actors at least. They wouldn’t be impressed if they knew what he was hiding beneath his pants. “I... I...”
Fuck.
He couldn’t focus with Liam just standing there like he wasn’t a wet dream.