Page 75 of Addicted

“What was that? I didn’t get that,” Owen was relentless, running fingers through the hair on the back of Liam’s head, soothing and teasing at the same time.

Liam pulled his head back, sure he was a snotty, tear-stained, fuck-haired mess but he didn’t care.

“I said I love you!” he blurted and Owen tossed his head back with a laugh.

“That’s certainly a declaration!” He brushed tears from Liam’s cheeks but they kept coming because there was something behind Liam’s love. It was fear. “Hey,” Owen tilted Liam’s face until he was forced to look into his eyes and Liam couldn’t hide from that blue gaze, not anymore. “What’s going on? Are you having regrets?”

“N-No.” Liam bit his lip. “Just…please don’t leave me. Even if you get mad or upset. I can’t…I can’t lose you too. I won’t be able to bear it.” Liam was afraid. Afraid that another important person would slip through his grasp and he’d be left alone. He knew there were no guarantees but if he was going to risk his heart and try to live again, then he needed reassurance.

“Liam, Angel, listen to me.” Owen kissed Liam’s cheek as Liam reeled from the endearment. That alone was a promise, eradicating some of the fear. “I’m committing to you, okay? I doubt you could ever make me mad or upset but if you do, we’ll talk it out, all right?”

“Okay,” Liam sniffed, letting Owen’s words wash over him.

“Good,” Owen said softly, gathering Liam into his arms. “You know, if I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.”

“Yeah?” Liam huffed a small laugh, feeling the rest of the fear drain out of him as Owen kissed him on the temple.

“Yeah. If there wasn’t any gravity, I’d still fall for you.”

Liam woke feeling like he was on cloud nine hundred, his mind floating from the previous night’s activities and his body floating from sleeping in Owen’s cushy bed, which was leagues better than Liam’s lumpy apartment mattress and his cocoon spot on the floor.

Opening his eyes, he looked around without moving his head. Sunlight streamed in through the windows next to the bed, reflecting off clean white walls. All the furniture, including the bed frame and headboard, was a deep cherry wood polished to a gleaming shine and a navy-blue dressing chair sat in the corner with one of Owen’s suits draped over it. A half-closed door to its right led to what Liam guessed was a bathroom, as he could see the tiled floor, and the door across from him must be the closet.

“Mornin’,” Owen mumbled, gathering Liam close. They’d slept in each other’s arms and had only drifted a few inches apart by dawn but that was apparently too far for Owen. Liam didn’t mind. He liked being held in those strong arms and would gladly spend the rest of his life there.

With Owen pressed against his back, Liam could feel a stiff greeting pulsing between his cheeks so he shifted a bit, running it along his crease, teasing.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” Owen warned with a peck to the back of Liam’s neck.

Liam turned, kissing Owen deeply, not caring a stitch about morning breath for he wanted to give Owen a proper greeting. Reaching under the blankets, he wrapped his fingers around Owen’s impressive dick and began to pump and twist his hand.

Owen gasped with a smile, his eyes half-lidded.

“This is the best -ah- way to wake up.“ He grasped Liam’s cock, reciprocating, and the two of them shuddered against each other, coming within minutes.

“I think you need to wash the sheets.” Liam snickered against Owen’s shoulder, feeling their mixture dripping onto the bed.

“And the blanket,” Owen added, giving Liam a quick kiss as he wiped his hand on the bedding. “How about I make us some coffee? You can shower if you’d like.”

Although Owen had cleaned them up with a wet washcloth right before they slept, Liam was feeling a little grimy. And sticky. While caffeine sounded lovely, a naked soapy Owen assisting Liam with his shower sounded even lovelier.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” Liam batted his eyes.

Owen opened one of the dresser drawers, sliding on a pair of sleep pants, and Liam admired his firm backside until it vanished under the cloth. “I would but then we’d have to get clean all over again. Plus, I’d like to take you to breakfast. The retro diner on Elm makes the best waffles I’ve ever had.”

Although he was a bit disappointed that they weren’t showering together, Liam realized that he was hungry. Last night’s vigorous exercise must have built up his appetite.

“Deal.” He flicked the covers back and stood.

“I’ll bring in your clothes or you can wear something of mine,” Owen called over his shoulder as he left. Liam grinned as he thought about wearing one of Owen’s tops. It would be enormous but having a boyfriend shirt was one of his life goals, so he vowed to rummage through the closet in front of him once he got out of the shower.

Just as he’d guessed, the door on the right was a bathroom with white and gray tiling and a spacious shower stall. Liam washed up quickly, using Owen’s soap and reveling in how he smelled like the man he loved. Yesterday had been amazing, one of the best days of his life, sitting right alongside the day his parents had given him the car, and now they were going out to breakfast and hopefully spendingmoretime together? Joy flooded Liam’s body and he smiled through a shiver.

Drying off, he shivered again and dizziness swept over him until he had to brace himself on the sink. Once he felt comfortable enough to stand on his own, he padded out into the bedroom and checked the clock. It had been too long since he’d taken his last dose, which was the single pill he’d quickly downed in Owen’s bathroom close to twenty-four hours ago. Liam was surprised that he hadn’t needed another. There was something about Owen’s company that shoved his addiction aside but that only held for so long. Even though he was scrubbed clean he felt grubby inside, in a way that no amount of happiness could eradicate, and he needed another Vicodin pronto or he was going to be woozy and sick at the diner.

However, his pills were in his wallet which was in his pants and those were probably still decorating Owen’s living room floor. Checking the dresser, Liam found a soft blue t-shirt that didn’t look like it would be too large on him and put it on. It hung to mid-thigh but Liam liked the look.

“Owen?” he called out, ready for his pill and some coffee. “Have you found my pants?”

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