Page 89 of Addicted

“Okay, okay, I concede. I don’t want to be a Rushio.” Owen grinned at him and Liam knew that all the jokes were a happy distraction, pulling Liam away from any anxiety or discomfort he had as he looked down at the box. Slowly, he pulled the flaps open and stared at a mound of dishtowels and knickknacks from his old kitchen.

“You are welcome to integrate whatever you want into this place. It’s your home now…if you want it to be.” Owen pressed a button on a small remote and the classic alternative station filled the room with music.

“I do. This placeishome to me.“ Liam beamed at Owen, the warm sensation in his chest making him feel all gooey and disgustingly happy. Liam was beyond thankful that Owen had packed up everything from the apartment. The relief he felt at never having to go back to that gloomy place was palpable. He still had it for another month, as the transfer for his rent check had gone through, but he was at the end of his lease and didn’t intend to renew it.

Looking down into the box Liam gently lifted a small ceramic statue of a sparrow, its brown feathers and orange crest reminding him of his mother, how she fluttered and flitted with the energy of a happy bird. Grief swelled in Liam but this time it didn’t overwhelm him, it only flowed beneath the surface. Liam figured that over time the swells would rise less and less until he could think about his parents without pain. Even if he couldn’t, he knew now that he would be able to live again, build a life, and return to the normal he always thought was out of reach. He’d even been considering college but he had to complete rehab and get his GED first.

Liam surprised himself and Owen by sorting through three boxes in under an hour. There was a small pile of items he wanted to place throughout the condo, another with things he wanted to box up, and a third for donation. Liam didn’t expect to feel liberated but the boxes had been a ball and chain around his psyche and removing that weight from the physical rippled into his mental health.

With a few tugs, Liam pulled the final item from the third box, a large manilla envelope stuffed to bursting and taped shut.

“I think this is all the legal stuff. The hospital and house paperwork.” Liam turned it over in his hands.

“Do you mind if I take a look at it?” Owen reached out and Liam passed it to him with a shrug.

“Why?” He glanced into the box and, finding it empty, began to flatten it.

“Just curious. I want to make sure everything is in order.” Owen shrugged back at Liam with a smile, putting the envelope on the table behind him. “I have a free drawer in my filing cabinet. I can put it all in there.”

“Okay.” Liam stood and the two of them made quick work of clearing everything away. Once they were washed up, a pepperoni pizza was ordered and they cuddled on the couch together watching a comedy, Owen lazily twirling his fingers in Liam’s hair, sending tingles up Liam’s spine.

It still felt surreal that Liam was sitting with the man of his dreams, doing the simple things a couple did, and that Owen loved and supported him despite knowing all his secrets. At least Liam thought Owen still loved him. They hadn’t said those three little words to each other since their overnight date, hadn’t done many things since that date, and with the flitting touch on his scalp and the solidity of Owen beneath him, Liam could barely concentrate. He yearned for Owen and needed more than the simple kisses and warm cuddling he’d been getting.

“Liam?” The credits were rolling and Liam realized he’d missed the last twenty minutes of the movie. “Everything all right?”

Liam smiled, looking into bright blue eyes that scanned him with concern. “Yes. Or, it will be soon.” Gathering his lust and courage, Liam sat up, swiftly straddling Owen’s lap.

“Um…” Owen froze with his hands hovering above Liam’s hips, hesitation across his face.

“It was your idea to Netflix and chill.” Liam wrapped his hands around Owen’s neck, leaning in until their lips were a breath apart. “And we’ve already done the Netflix part.”

“A-Are you sure?” Owen swallowed, his eyes on Liam’s mouth. “I didn’t want to push-”

“It’s been weeks, Owen. I’m about to explode.” Liam ground into Owen’s lap for good measure, both of them groaning as Owen rose to the challenge, grasping Liam’s waist to hold him in place as he closed the gap between them, initiating a kiss that went far beyond the sweet pecks they’d been giving each other.

Opening his lips, Liam swept his tongue along Owen’s, enjoying the wet heat and the vibration as Owen moaned, clearly as pent up as Liam had been. While Liam respected the fact that Owen gave him uncomplicated space to heal, he also needed Owen’s touch, his love. It would help him as much as any book or therapy session because giving and receiving pleasure from this glorious man made Liam feel complete, whole.

One of Owen’s hands slid to Liam’s ass, gripping it, as the other snuck under Liam’s shirt, tracing fingers up his spine. In return, Liam wound his fingers through Owen’s hair, tilting his head as their kisses became deeper, the couch creaking under them as they started to grind. But Liam didn’t want this session to be over as quickly as it started so he pulled away with a gasp, his chest heaving.

“Can wemmmm…“ He momentarily lost thought as the hand under his shirt moved to his chest, pinching his nipple. “Move to the bedroom?” Liam had something he wanted to try and, while it could be done in the living room, Liam preferred to have Owen spread out comfortably on the bed.

“Yes.” Owen’s voice was husky, rough, and it sent a shiver through Liam, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He didn’t know how they managed to get down the hallway because it took everything he had not to jump Owen there and then. He looked delicious with rumpled hair and wide pupils, his grin almost feral, promising Liam incredible pleasures. But Liam’s willpower had grown strong as of late, and he only watched as he instructed Owen to undress and lie on the mattress. Quickly shucking his own clothes, he stopped for a moment to take everything in.

Owen was unreal, like a fantasy come to life. Although he called Liam Angel, he was the celestial one - a golden god who fell to earth to live amongst men. His honeyed skin glowed, the lines of his muscles carving out shadows in all the right places. The thick hair on his chest was inviting, encouraging Liam to follow the trail as it traveled over Owen’s toned stomach and down to a thatch of curled hair that surrounded an impressive cock.

A cock that Liam wanted to taste.

Joining Owen on the bed, Liam leaned over, giving him another kiss that wasn’t as deep as the ones they’d been sharing on the couch, but it wasn’t chaste either. Quickly pulling away before they spun out of control, Liam focused on the task at hand, trailing more kisses down Owen’s neck and collarbone, stopping only when he got to a dark pink nipple. Wrapping his lips around it, he nibbled and sucked.

“Aaahhh! Liam!” Owen arched, one hand in Liam’s hair, the other running up and down his back, across his shoulders, wherever Owen could reach. Placing his palm on Owen’s chest, Liam pressed down, silently telling Owen not to move, and he got the message, lying back and letting Liam do whatever he wanted as Liam sunk lower, licking along the sensuous trail of body hair and inhaling Owen’s divine scent.

Liam’s mouth watered as he reached Owen’s cock, which twitched against his cheek, and he grasped the shaft, enjoying the smoothness, how it pulsed under his touch. He spared a glance at Owen, just to check in, and his breath froze in his lungs. Owen was staring back with a gaze full of swirling heat, his cobalt eyes dark and intense, his teeth gritted as sweat trickled down his temple.

“You’re killing me, Angel,” Owen ground out and Liam felt strangely proud. He did this. He managed to push this gorgeous man to the edge. And now he was going to dangle him over the side. Smiling, Liam looked down at the cock in his hand and wrapped his lips around the crown.

Owen let out a sound that was half-shock, half-moan and Liam’s shaft - which had been hard since their make-out session in the living room - turned to steel. He ground it into the mattress, widening his mouth and taking in more of Owen. He’d wanted to do this for ages. To feel the thick hardness against his tongue, to taste Owen’s skin, and to inhale the sharp tangy scent that surrounded his buried nose. It spurred him on, along with Owen’s gasps and twitches, and he delved even lower until the tip of Owen’s cock stretched the back of his throat.

Liam choked, tears springing to his eyes, so he slid up. Once he caught his breath he descended once more, and continued the pattern over and over, testing how far he could go, how long he could suffocate on Owen’s cock, enjoying how Owen writhed beneath him, his large hands palming Liam’s head, petting it, as he babbled.

---