Special Needs (40 page)

Ryan kept arching his back, but went quiet, with only muffled moans leaving his lips from time to time.

“What, not so cocky now?” Liam let him go and reached to the bedside drawer to search for some lube. His temples were pulsing so hard, it was making his head spin.

There was a soft sound of Ryan clearing his throat. “Liam? You’re not gonna do it, right?” He turned his face to Liam, all red and hot, but his question was clearly coming from fear and that almost had Liam’s cock go soft.

“Ryan... I’m not gonna hurt you in any way,” he promised, reaching out to touch his beautiful face. He traced his fingers over Ryan’s smooth cheek and playfully poked the round ball of a piercing on the way. It seemed to have worked.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! I trust you.” Ryan gave a nervous laugh and plopped his face back into the pillow. Unable to resist the temptation, Liam retrieved a tube of lube from the drawer, without even looking at it, and leaned down to lie on Ryan’s warm body, pressing into him with much more care than before. He stifled a gasp when his dick got trapped against Ryan’s ass again.

Ryan turned his head to the side, trying to get more air between frantic gasps. “You’re gonna pay for this...” There he was. Back into his act. Liam’s grin reached almost up to his ears.

“Why, are you gonna run to tell on me with cum dripping down your thighs?” He thrust his hips into Ryan’s butt and looked at the lube he clutched in his hand. ‘Hot Sensation’.

“I just might!” Ryan barked back between one deep breath and another.

“Now that’s gang rape waiting to happen.” Liam growled, forcing Ryan on his side and opening the tube with his thumb.

“Not everyone is a pervert like you, just waiting to take advantage of a helpless twink!” Ryan swallowed, looking back at him, flushed as ever. Liam grabbed his hair and forced his head back for a bruising kiss. Heat rose in his chest as he used the other hand to pull one of Ryan’s legs forward to get more access and blindly squeezed the contents of the tube on the inner side of the other thigh.

Ryan might have been struggling, but he instantly gave into the kiss, playing along with Liam’s tongue and nudging him with the piercings inside. It was heated, rushed, just like Liam’s lust. He pulled Ryan’s thighs back together and pressed on the top one for a hot, slick fit for his cock. He took advantage of it without much thinking. Ryan was giving him a soundtrack of little high pitched whimpers, and it felt like heaven to bury himself in that sweet makeshift cavity. Having his partner on his side allowed Liam to glance down at Ryan’s darkened erection and the movement of his ballsack with every thrust Liam made, brushing against the perineum in the tight hollow between Ryan’s thighs. The head of Liam’s dick was snuggling into the back of his scrotum, making Ryan thrash and shiver in his arms.

“Oh God! You used the hot one!” Ryan moaned, closing his eyes and reaching to his own erection with a firm grip.

“Plenty.” Liam found it hard to talk at this point and rode his pleasure with mind going blank at the edges until he reached its peak, coming between those beautiful, clenched thighs. “Ohhh, fuck me...”

He could hear the loud slaps of Ryan masturbating as he was making his last harsh thrusts. There really was a hot, tingling sensation on his skin, he was too busy to notice before.

“You are so...” Liam rolled Ryan to his back, blindly bowing down to get that lovely cock between his lips. And as soon as he sucked the salty head in, come splattered the back of his throat, each pulse of the flesh between his lips giving him more to swallow.

What a delicious morning. Pancakes, coffee and cum. Ryan was barely breathing, sweaty and hot, with his legs a bit twisted, like Liam left them in the heat of the moment.

“So good.” Liam let go of the spent cock and let his body drop at Ryan’s side, both of their gasps filling the otherwise silent room. “Our bareback.”

Ryan’s lips finally stretched into a smile. “Does having a boyfriend involve being constantly dirty?”

Liam pulled closer, looking down to check if Ryan’s legs were all right, but quickly turned his attention to his lover’s pulsing lips. “It might if we want it to.”

“Despicable,” said Ryan, looking into his eyes and... reached between his own thighs. Liam’s breath caught in his throat.

“Oh fucking God...” He let his eyes follow that delicious movement.

“Huh?”

Liam had no idea whether Ryan was really clueless what he was doing to him, or just being a cock tease. The boy pulled back his hand, all sticky with come and the clear gel. Liam moaned, alternating his gaze between that hand and Ryan’s flushed face.

“You know what, you filthy slut!”

“Sure I know,” Ryan whispered, and after a moment of hesitation, put that slick hand on Liam’s chest. “You wish you could get it up again.”

“I have the best job ever.” Liam just stared at him with a wide smile and pressed his boyfriend's palm to his chest. It was amazing he got together with this fucking boy-wonder. Ryan was sexy, sensual, yet sweet and oddly innocent, a combination that had a profound effect on both Liam’s heart and balls.

“Laundry, cooking and carrying a cripple around?” Ryan reciprocated the smile.

“Don’t say that.” Liam gave him a gentle kiss.

Ryan shrugged. “It is what it is. And my ass is getting really hot now.” He laughed, hiding his face in the pillow.

“Your ass? I didn’t do anything to your ass yet!”

“The lube is all over me.”

Liam reached down Ryan’s body. His heart raced when he cupped one rounded buttock with his palm. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Well, it’s not a chilli pepper lube. It’s just funny-hot.” Ryan kissed him again.

Liam licked his lips with a smile, rubbing the top of Ryan’s buttock. “And where were you hot again?”

Ryan swiped him with a heavy-lidded gaze. “Between my legs,” he whispered.

“Your cock?” Liam pretended he didn’t understand.

“We gotta do stuff today.”

Liam groaned, but obediently rolled back. “Spoiling the fun here.”

“We had a lot of fun and I bet there’s more coming later.”

“I guess.” Liam moved to reach his jeans from the floor and reached into a pocket. “But I have an idea.”

“Oh yeah?” Ryan stretched his arms, laying there like a... well, like a well fucked guy.

“Yeah. A picture to remember our first night with! What do you say?” Liam returned to Ryan's side, holding his lover's cell phone with a wide grin.

“Okay.” Ryan smiled and pulled the sticky hand behind his back. Liam gathered him close, switching on the camera in the phone, so that he could see the picture and smiled at Ryan.

“Look into the camera,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to the smooth cheek. Ryan’s smile widened as Liam took the photo, and just seconds later he grabbed the phone to check how it turned out.

“It must be cute if you’re in it.” Liam pushed him back to the bed and blew into his stomach.

“I’m not a baby.” Ryan laughed, but didn’t look down, checking something on the cell.

“But your stomach is soft like a baby’s. If you prefer it rough though...” With that, Liam bit into Ryan’s skin.

“I could toughen up.”

“Nah, I like you the way you are.” Liam forced himself to move and got out of bed, deciding it was best to get dressed soon if they wanted to do anything at all.

“Oh my God,” Ryan whispered, suddenly serious, eyes locked on the display of the phone. Liam blinked and turned to look at him.

“What is it?” The look on Ryan’s face had him cold within seconds.

“Fucking Stuart! No one else knew.” Ryan put the phone on his forehead, blinking rapidly. “Fucker... I’m not a
thing
.”

“Hey, what happened?” Liam sat down right by his side and reached for the cell.

“He wrote about my leg on the Internet. And now everyone’s like ‘Can we see it?’” Ryan rolled over, showing Liam his back.

Hot rage ran through Liam’s veins. “No, they cannot! The fuck?”

“What an asshole. I didn’t want people to know. I’m gonna hear about it all the time now.”

“Is that even legal?” Liam gathered him up, pushing Ryan’s back into his chest for comfort. “Fucking cocksucker!”

“I don’t know... It’s not like it’s not true. They must have let him go, anyway.” The signal of an incoming message interrupted him with a sharp beep.

“Shit... I’m sorry Ryan.” Liam stroked his hair, trying to be as gentle as possible. He knew Ryan was ashamed of his stump, and he couldn’t imagine how horrible it had to be for him to have the information leak out.

“Now they’re gonna be asking about it!” He rolled his head over Liam’s arm.

“Just... don’t reply. They’ll forget about it,” said Liam.

“You don’t know these people. They’re probably jerking off to the idea already,” Ryan struggled to move away.

“Why don’t you just close the site?” Liam licked his lips, looking at one heavily studded ear, for once not obscured by blue strands.

“I will when I get on my feet with the hotel.”

“Is it worth it?” Liam bit his lip. “I can’t say I like the idea of some guys jerking off to your videos.”

“I don’t really mind. It’s not like they touch me,” Ryan muttered, but seemed distanced.

“I mind.”

“Why?”

Liam blinked. “Why do you think I mind?”

“Cause you think it’s dirty?” Ryan looked back at him with a pout.

“Cause we’re exclusive.” Liam swallowed, furrowing his eyebrows with displeasure.

“But... it’s my work. You knew I do this.”

“Well, If I were in a porn flick, would you be okay with it because it’s work?” Liam pouted, angry that he had to actually deal with this matter.

Ryan went silent, which wasn’t helpful in the least.

Liam shook his head. “As I thought. You are only putting yourself in danger doing this shit.”

“Liam... I can’t afford to quit it. The hotel’s doing better than it did, but I am up to my ears in debt, and I got to pay the staff and bills.” Ryan hugged himself with Liam’s arm, but seemed to do his best not to look at him.

Liam went silent, nuzzling the side of Ryan’s neck with a soft sigh. That
was
a bit disconcerting. “Is it bringing that much cash?”

“A lot... I’ve got fans all over the world, devotees, and even some disabled people. They buy me gifts and shit... I know it sounds dirty, but I never get more than half naked.”

Liam swallowed hard, pressing Ryan closer to his chest. He never had any debts, as he was always careful to only use as much money as he earned.

“I spent my inheritance on getting this hotel to be my fantasy place... and sometimes I think it’s just fun in my fucked up head.” Ryan growled in frustration.

“Yeah, you are kinda screwed.” Liam kissed the side of his neck to provide some comfort. “You either improve the business soon, or sell.”

Ryan’s eyes went wide. “This is my home. It’s got all these wheelchair adjustments... You’re supposed to tell me it’s gonna be better, not put me down!” He raised his voice.

“Why? The best restaurants prosper because their owners are hard on themselves.” Liam sighed, knowing Ryan would never be like any of his previous employers. He was too much of a softie, with his head in pink clouds full of zombie pirates.

“It’s so frustrating.” Ryan started slowly moving away. “It’s as if you say I don’t try. It just takes time. I got this porn deal. I made posters. I advertised on over fifty new hotel searches just last week.”

“I never said that.” Liam gently stroked his back and kissed him just below the neck. “But you are a bit chaotic in what you do.”

“Says the guy who lived in his car.” Ryan narrowed his eyes. “I’m still learning to do all this. I see an accountant on a regular basis.”

Liam drew back, surprised and offended. His chest clenched. “I lived in my car because my fucking boyfriend left all my belongings at the gate of his fucking mansion!”

“Oh boo. Hoo. You’re the last person to call anyone chaotic.”

“You’re being a cunt!” Liam got off the bed, gathering his remaining stuff. He wouldn’t be surprised if his head started emitting steam.

“You’re being an ass,” growled Ryan.

“I just wanted to help.”

“No you didn’t! You’re saying I’m shit at my job and I’ll lose my house!”

“I was just trying to make a point here.” Liam spread his hands in frustration.

“Well you don’t have to rub it in!” Ryan looked around with a lost expression. “Did you move my tissues?”

“
You
didn’t have to imply I was homeless!”

Ryan blinked when he finally spotted a box of tissues on the desk. “Don’t move my shit! I can’t reach it now! I’m just pointing out you didn’t have a back up plan either.”

Liam huffed and threw the tissue box to the bed. “I do. I don’t have much stuff and I can always relocate!”

“Good. For. You,” Ryan said through clenched teeth as he cleaned up his hand.

“Yay, good for me...” said Liam in a somewhat blank voice. What the hell happened? They never had a quarrel this bad.