16. Liam
Chapter 16
Liam
H e was carried into Fix’s room like he weighed nothing, legs wrapped around his waist and arms thrown over wide shoulders. Their kiss never broke, even after Fix collided with a doorway and the edge of his bed.
He never lost focus. Stealing his breath, swallowing his moans, nipping at his lips and licking into his mouth like a man starved.
He placed him on the bed gently, like Liam was breakable. And maybe he was. Maybe he truly would shatter under Fix’s fingers, but he was willing to let that happen.
“Want you,” he whispered, Fix’s rough beard burning the soft skin around his lips. “Want you so much…”
Fix paused, kneeling above him, looking at him like he could see every cosmic atom of Liam’s soul. “Yeah?”
His deep voice was a caress in itself and Liam nodded, looking down Fix’s broad chest at the powerful thighs stretching the material of his jeans.
“Mm-hmm.” Liam bit his swollen lip, trying to calm his breathing.
“How much?” Fix asked and Liam snapped his eyes up. “Tell Daddy how much you want me?”
“I…”
“The truth, honey.” Fix’s voice was dark and commanding, and Liam let out a soft whine when it made his cock harder.
“So much it hurts. I think about you all the time. I can’t stop…”
“I love the sound of that,” Fix said, reaching down to run gentle fingers over Liam’s cheek, thumb catching on his bottom lip. Liam reflexively wet it with his tongue, watching Fix’s eyes heat as he pressed it in deeper. “Because I’m the same. You’re on my mind constantly. I can’t seem to do anything without thinking of you.”
“Daddy,” Liam whined, arching up when Fix’s hand slid down, smearing wetness over his neck and down his chest until the neckline of his shirt couldn’t stretch any further.
“Fuck, I love it when you call me that,” Fix said, reaching for the hem of Liam’s sweater and sneaking under it to touch the overheated skin that had been blocked from him. “Drives me crazy.”
Liam threw his head back at the touch; so innocent compared to what they had already done, yet still setting him on fire anyway.
“You’ll ruin me,” Liam said, closing his eyes as Fix’s hand traveled up his stomach and toward his nipples. Burning. Branding.
“I won’t. I’d never.”
“Not on purpose.” Liam gasped when he felt his nipple tweaked, a shot of intense pleasure shootting through him like a star.
“Not at all.”
Fix leaned down to lock his lips on Liam’s neck and words ceased existing. Liam arched into his touch, going willingly into his own doom.
Fix took his clothes off without Liam noticing he was doing it until he was completely naked, the chill air making his skin prickle. He watched Fix undress, his large body making Liam salivate with need.
God but he was huge. Everywhere. From his height to his arms to the massive cock bobbing hard and flushed between his thighs.
Liam wanted him fucking his mouth, gagging him. He wanted to cry and choke on his cock until Fix spilled inside him. He wanted Fix to take what he wanted from him and then give him everything he needed.
Fix settled next to him almost reverently, sneaking one arm under Liam’s neck to hold him close and splaying his other hand on his lower belly. It nearly spanned hip to hip.
He kissed and touched Liam like he was painting on silk. Gentle fingers teased small circles around his belly button before reaching under his cock and rolling his balls in his palm. He pressed against his hole and teased at the entrance.
Gentle.
Everything was gentle and Liam wanted to cry in frustration as every attempt to push down and make it harder was met with resistance.
He felt Fix’s slick fingers return to his hole, breaching him slowly.
He tried fucking himself onto them, but it still wasn’t what he craved. He wanted to take it. He wanted to have to stop himself from slamming his head into the headboard because Fix was fingering him so hard.
He wanted all the things he didn’t dare ask for.
Three fingers were inside Liam now, undulating in and out, brushing against his prostate. Soft lips were kissing his neck, teeth barely scraping his collarbone.
It was gentle, and it built slowly. Moment after frustrating moment, pleasure just beyond his reach. He needed just a tiny bit faster. Just a bit harder. Just a little bit more and he’d fly apart.
He was sweating, slick skin sliding against Fix’s. His thigh was thrown over Fix’s so he was spread open. He was hard and aching and he wanted , but Fix was gentle and he didn’t think he’d…
Fix angled the thrust of his fingers, brushed his prostate once again, and Liam came. He gasped quietly as he spilled, a soft wave coursing through him.
Liam took a moment to catch his breath before sliding down Fix’s body and taking him into his mouth.
He was huge. Liam’s lips stretched around him and Fix’s fingers dug into his hair.
Still gentle.
Liam wanted him to hold him in place and fuck up into his throat. He wanted his hair pulled, but Fix held him like he was a work of art and warned him he was close. He kept his hips glued to the bed as he gasped and grunted and spilled into Liam’s eager mouth.
He swallowed it hungrily. Wanting it to be enough. Making himself cherish it because Fix was worth it. Fix was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Fix was gentle to him when life was anything but. It was enough.
Liam let Fix’s softening cock fall from his mouth, then climbed up to curl against his side. Their skin was sweaty and sticky with cum and lube, and the air around them smelled of sex. It was filthy and Liam wanted to bask in it. Float on it. But the feeling was eluding him.
“I did something wrong,” Fix said.
Liam winced, wondering how noticeable it had been. He didn’t want Fix to get the wrong idea. He shook his head, turning his head to place a kiss on Fix’s pec. “No.”
“Okay, maybe not wrong,” Fix said, fingers trailing along his arm. “But I did something .”
“You didn’t, Fix.”
“Then it’s something I didn’t do,” Fix pressed, shifting to look down at his face. “Honey, please.”
Liam closed his eyes and bit his lip until he could taste copper. “I can’t…”
“You can,” Fix said, squeezing his waist. “Daddy needs to know. I need to know what I missed so I can never miss it again. I know there’s something.”
“How can you know?” Liam asked, trying to buy himself some time.
“Because I watched you come once before. Heard you shatter,” Fix said. “And it didn’t look like this. Liam were you… Did you not want to…”
Liam shot up from his place on Fix’s chest, eyes wide in alarm.
“No, Fix, no,” he said, reaching out to take Fix’s cheeks in between his palms. “I wanted to. I still want to. I want you. I just…”
“I want to know,” Fix said, grasping his wrists.
Liam shifted in shame. “It’s embarrassing.”
Fix tugged him back into his arms, kissing his messy hair and reddened cheeks. “You can’t be ashamed of the things you want, honey. And since the subject has already been broached I guess now is as good a time as any to have that talk we were putting off.”
“Oh.” Liam curled in on himself. He had hoped he’d get a bit more time before they had to do it. Just a bit more time with Fix before he showed him just how wrong Liam really was for him. “Do we have to?”
“Yes,” Fix said seriously. “We really do. If we want this to work we have to be open and honest. You mentioned you tried looking for a daddy before?”
Liam nodded, his stomach turning at the memory of his past self—foolish and hopeful and hurt so many times. “I told you, it didn’t work.”
“Why not?”
Liam swallowed the bile and closed his eyes. The only way out seemed to be through.
“I have…needs,” he said finally, shame washing over him like a torrent. “In bed.”
“And I want to make sure they’re met,” Fix said when Liam paused. “Liam…”
“I like it rough,” he spat out, turning away from Fix so he didn’t have to see the expression on his face. He sat up again, pulling his knees to his chest.
The blanket pooled around his waist, leaving the curve of his spine exposed. He wrapped his hands around his bent knees and stared ahead. Fix was silent behind him, and it made Liam want to squirm. Was he rethinking this? Was he trying to find a way to back out?
“I squeezed your neck,” Fix said slowly, nearly startling Liam. “It was an accident, but you liked it.”
“Yes. I have nothing against gentle sex. I can…I can get off and I like it. It’s nice, it’s just…”
“Not what you crave?” Fix finished for him.
Silence followed that statement, and Liam felt the cool air brush against his back before there was warmth again.
The rustle of sheets.
And then Fix’s imposing body covering his own. Hands danced down his spine and lips found his shoulder blades.
“Why would that be a problem?” Fix asked. “People liking rough sex isn’t that strange.”
“Because I don’t want it the rest of the time.”
“Explain,” Fix said, still dancing his fingers over Liam’s back.
“I like being held down, controlled, owned.” Liam stared at his own toes. “I like the idea of being at someone’s mercy. I’m…I like the idea of having someone who knows how to make me surrender.”
“Why just the idea of it?”
Liam chuckled humorlessly. “Because that’s just what it is. I’ve voiced this before. To the men I was seeing. They took the information and ran with it.”
He felt Fix stiffen at his back.
“Ran with it how?” he asked, and despite not being able to see his face, Liam knew his teeth were gritted and his eyes were dark with anger.
“I have boundaries,” Liam said, drawing his shoulders higher around his ears. “Nobody gets that. I want to be held down and fucked through the mattress, but I also want to be carried around and pampered and spoiled. I want to be fucked until I pass out, but I want to wake up in someone’s arms, being held and kissed and cared for. I want to feel safe with my daddy instead of scared of their temper and just waiting for them to get angry. And as soon as I’d mention liking it rough, it’s like that was the only thing they heard and they thought I wanted to be bullied and abused twenty-four seven. I don’t, Fix, and I’d just rather have it all be gentle and nice with you than the alternative.”
“What if the alternative is to get everything you want?” Fix asked.
“That’s not realistic.” Liam refused to allow himself the hope Fix insisted on waking up.
“We keep disagreeing, honey,” Fix said, and Liam could hear the smile in his voice. “Here’s what I think, if you’re willing to hear me out?”
“Sure.”
Liam yelped in surprise when Fix lifted him off the bed and pulled him onto his lap effortlessly. Green eyes met steady blue.
“So, based on what you said, I’m pretty sure you’ve never tried this dynamic with a real daddy. Not one who knows what the fuck they’re doing, anyway. Relationships like these are all about communication and trust. I trust you to tell me exactly what you want and need so I can make sure I give that to you, and I’d like for you to trust me to do the same.”
“So you’re okay?” Liam asked, breathless with shock. “With what I want? Because I…I like the way you are with me all the time. I like how protective you are and I like that you always look out for me. And you’re gentle and caring and I want that. I’d rather not have the other stuff but keep that…”
“And I told you I would give you everything,” Fix said, grasping his chin between his finger and thumb. “Do you think it’s a hardship to fuck you until you can’t breathe? To pin you down and fuck your mouth? To hold you down face-first and pound you until you forget your own name? Do you really think I’d be making some ungodly sacrifice by doing that? Liam, you drive me insane. I want to spend every second of every day making sure every wish you have is fulfilled. Nothing would make me happier.”
Liam clamped his mouth shut as his body reacted to the impassioned words in more ways than one. It all sounded too good to be true. But then…everything about Fix was. Since the moment they’d met, Liam had felt like he almost had to keep pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Because there was no way someone like Fix existed. It was like someone was lurking in Liam’s head, noting his every desire and pouring it into this one man.
“But what do you wish for? As a daddy?” Liam asked, searching his face. “I mean, I guess I can see maybe I don’t have the correct idea of what this kind of relationship is but…shouldn’t I know what your fantasies are? Shouldn’t I be able to give them to you too?”
“But you already do, honey.” Fix smiled and shook his head. “You make Daddy so happy. Look, I am what you might consider a caretaker. It brings me the most joy and pleasure to know my boy is happy and that I was the one that made him happy. My needs all basically revolve around that. I’d want to know where you’re going and who you’re with. I’d want to make sure you’re eating enough and healthy and taking care of yourself when I’m not around. I’d want you checking in with me throughout the day so I know everything is okay. Those are the things I need from you. And then I have some things I’d like but are negotiable.”
Liam tensed. He couldn’t help it. “Like what?”
Fix kissed the side of his head.
“Eventually, I’d like to be fully financially responsible for you,” Fix said. “Not in the sense that I’d want you to stop working if you want to work. More like…the money you earn would be yours for fun. The things you need—like food, clothes, housing, day-to-day stuff—I’d want to take care of for you.”
“You…you’d want me to move in with you?” Liam gasped.
Fix nodded, looking completely sure. No hint of hesitation. “It would be a dream, yes. But like I said, those last two are negotiable because I know it’s a big ask.”
Liam smiled, his heart about ready to burst out of his chest. “Daddy?”
“Hm?”
“Now you’re the one judging this relationship by your past.” Liam didn’t like the taste of mentioning any others Fix had been with.
“Clever boy,” Fix said. “You’re right. My previous relationships failed because of two things. The first one is my job. You’ve seen the hours we keep. Very few people can handle that.”
“Your job is important, though,” Liam said, remembering their first talk in Fix’s office. The look in his eyes when talking about his job. “And it's important to you.”
“It is, but so is the person I’m trying to build a relationship with. The other reason is the fact that most of my previous boys liked the financial aspect of being mine, not so much everything else.”
“They didn’t want you because you cared too much?” Liam said, reading between the lines. “That’s so stupid.”
“And the men before me didn’t want you because you wanted too much,” Fix countered. “That’s just as stupid.”
“I do want too much,” Liam mumbled.
“No.” Fix shook his head and squeezed him. “You want just the right amount. And I care just the right amount. For each other. So here’s what we’re gonna do. Are you sure you’re okay with me being…me?”
“Yes,” Liam said without a pause.
“Do you still want to be my boy?”
Liam nodded vigorously. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fix growled at his acceptance and quick as a flash, turned them around until Liam was lying under him, pinned by his huge body and frozen by those eyes.
“Then here’s what Daddy wants from you,” Fix drawled, running a hand down Liam’s body, around and under it until his fingers spread his cheeks and found him wet and open. “We’re gonna have a repeat of what happened earlier, so I’ll finger you and you’ll suck me. But we’ll do it the way you like it, and you’ll tell me exactly how you want it.”
“Oh,” Liam said, lips parting and legs opening even wider for Fix.
“And I’m gonna make sure the entire house hears how much pleasure I can bring you,” Fix said.
“Daddy…” Liam gasped when Fix fucked his fingers in and out of him a few times before stopping.
“Start listing, Liam,” Fix said.
“I want to be face down,” Liam said, and the next moment he was lifted into the air, strong arms wrapped around him like a vice.
He was dropped onto the soft bed, and his naked body was covered by Fix’s instantly. Feeling the rough planes of Fix’s body against his was deliriously good. The hair on his chest and stomach against Liam’s smooth back.
Fix’s knees fell between Liam’s thighs, pushing them apart until he couldn’t spread them any farther. Fix rose, kneeling above Liam, petting his hair for a second before moving his hand down.
“And then?” he asked, and Liam whined, trying to arch up, push his ass into Fix’s hands, and make him take it.
“Hold me down,” he said brokenly.
Fix trailed his hand down, settling it on Liam’s neck for a split second before changing his mind and continuing down.
He reached Liam’s back and spread his palm just between his shoulder blades. And then he pressed down, pinning Liam to the bed and making it hard to breathe, just enough for Liam’s eyes to roll back with pleasure.
“Yes,” he moaned, feeling himself get hard against Fix’s blanket. “Please, Daddy.”
“Please what, honey?” Fix asked. “I’ll give you everything, but you have to ask.”
“Your fingers, fast and hard. Just…please.” He tried pushing his ass up again, but before he could do it, Fix’s other hand gripped his hip and pulled him up.
Liam was left with his knees spread wide, ass in the air, and his chest pinned to the bed by Fix’s massive hand on his back. His voice was muffled by the blankets but he was begging and whining and nothing was even happening yet, and then Fix spread his cheeks and pushed two fingers inside him. He was still open from earlier, but it stung. Fix’s fingers were wide and long and Liam felt them reaching and hooking inside of him, searching for that one spot that would make him see stars.
The bed shifted with Fix changing positions and Liam turned his head to the side to try and see what was happening. He almost came on the spot when he realized Fix was braced on one knee next to him, one hand still holding Liam in place and the other angled down, elbow high as he fucked Liam with his fingers.
And he’d been honest when he said he’d give Liam everything he had ever wanted, because the pace he set was brutal. He was fingering Liam so hard he felt like he’d pass out, and he couldn’t remember the last time anything had ever felt so good.
He whimpered and moaned and pleaded with Fix for more, but he didn’t know if there could be more than this.
Fix was grunting above him with exertion and Liam realized the bedding beneath his cheek was damp with his spit and tears. He was falling apart.
“Daddy,” he cried, trying to push himself onto Fix’s fingers. That earned him a slap on the ass, Fix’s hand settling on the small of his back to keep him steady.
Liam screamed at the beautiful sting, feeling it ricochet through him.
Fix’s fingers sped up, hitting his prostate with every push in. His back was arched almost unnaturally, joints protesting the stretch under the onslaught of Fix’s hands. His cock was leaking and aching and there was nothing to rub it against. It was torture.
“Please…” he sniffled, gripping the bedding, his hips making tiny, useless, jerky movements that helped nothing. “Wanna come.”
“You’re free to come anytime you like, honey,” Fix rumbled, and Liam wanted to cry with relief.
Fix’s hand left the small of his back, climbing up over his neck and into his hair. He gripped a handful and pulled Liam back, rocking him onto his fingers with the hold on his hair. The sting was just sharp enough to send him over the edge.
He screamed as he came so hard he felt his vision going fuzzy around the edges. He sprawled on the bed, sticky and sweaty and gross as he gasped and tried to make sense of what had just happened to him.
He only got seconds to recover because Fix was flipping him over before he could take a real breath, pulling him toward the edge of the bed and propping him up in a seated position. His ass hurt even against the soft bed. He winced, but the pain just served as a reminder of how good it was with Fix.
“You said you liked your mouth fucked,” Fix growled, eyes hot and full of desire. His cock was an angry red, already leaking and full. “Do you want Daddy to fuck your mouth now?”
“Yes,” Liam breathed. “Please, Daddy, yes.”
“Open up,” Fix said, holding the back of Liam’s head steady as he used his other hand to guide his hard cock to Liam’s lips for the second time.
He opened eagerly like a man starved, like he hadn’t already tasted him. Fix pushed in past his lips and along his tongue and Liam reached for the hand still holding his cock and placed it next to the other one on his head.
He looked up through his wet lashes with his mouth full of cock and found Fix staring at him with an expression Liam didn’t know how to name, but it made him burn.
He blinked once at Fix. Like an invitation. A plea.
“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop,” he said, and Liam blinked again to let him know he’d heard him.
As if he’d ever want it to end.
Fix rocked once. Slowly, softly, almost experimentally. But Liam was having none of that. He reached around and placed his palms on Fix’s ass, pushing it forward until his cock brushed the back of Liam’s throat.
Yes.
That was what he needed. To choke on it.
And his daddy realized it, because with a grunt that sent Liam’s mind spinning, he thrust and Liam was gone. Lost to the feeling of that heavy cock in his mouth. Lost in the taste of Fix, musky and perfect in his throat. Lost in being used and owned by someone he knew would never hurt him.
He closed his eyes, relaxed his throat, and floated.
He felt weightless.
The only real things around him were Fix and the low grunts he was releasing. Because of Liam and the pleasure he was taking from him.
He felt Fix speeding up, felt the muscles on his ass tense and flex. The fingers in Liam’s hair tightened and the cock in his mouth swelled until Fix spilled down his throat.
He swallowed everything, mind fuzzy and blank, body limp and exhausted.
He felt Fix pulling out. Felt himself being scooped up and tucked under the covers. Hands on his skin, gentle and caring.
“You were incredible, honey,” Fix was whispering in his ear. “My beautiful boy.”
He wrapped himself around Liam and held him close and Liam allowed himself to drift.
For the first time in however long, he was satisfied. He was cared for. And he was safe.