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life-sized prints of tattooed guys on the ceiling above the bed. Liam exhaled, looking between the posters and Ryan’s back. He wouldn’t mind being asked for a massage. The idea alone was enough to widen his smile.
    “Cool.”
    The room looked more like a teenager’s than an adult’s, and if Liam weren't convinced by everything else, there was a plush toy on Ryan’s bed to confirm Ryan's state of mind. Even if it was a massive octopus, still a plushie.
    They entered the large bathroom, which was shockingly sterile and white in comparison with the bedroom, but gave enough space for moving in a wheelchair. It was more of a wet room, really, as it had an open shower, with only a curtain to prevent excessive spatter. The toilet had steel handles on both sides, and the sink and mirror were both installed very low for Ryan’s convenience. Below the broad and flat shower head was a small, plastic seat. The whole room reminded Liam of a medical facility.
    “If you can help me to the seat...” Ryan held out his arms and now, in bright light, Liam could finally get a better look at his tattoos. Above his pectoral muscles were large fire extinguishers, throwing flames all over his arms, where they danced with smoke up to his fingertips.
    “Great tats.” Liam’s voice was practically a growl. He picked Ryan up much more abruptly than he intended.
    “Whoa! Careful.” Ryan gripped onto his neck with an amused gasp. His fingers were hot and as Liam touched his legs, he realized the leggings were in fact the bottom of a wetsuit. “And thanks.”
    “Thank you for thinking about me, but I’m not afraid of male junk.” Liam gently lowered him to the plastic stool. He definitely wouldn’t mind seeing Ryan’s.
    “No... I mean... yeah, that’s one of the reasons, but it’s also the legs themselves. Don’t pretend though. It would be very awkward to carry my naked.” Ryan gave him a skeptical glare and fidgeted in the plastic seat.
    Liam shrugged, and took off his tank top. “Not really, it’s like carrying a naked chick that I’m not attracted to.” Which is, like, any chick.
    “Wow! You’ve got so many tats.” The pleasant twitch in Liam’s belly was topped by the sight of Ryan reaching out to his stomach. He almost felt sorry Ryan got a hold of himself in time and dropped the hand on his own thigh.
    “I’m still getting new ones.” Liam decided to pretend he didn't notice. He kicked off his flip flops and casually yanked his belt open, enjoying the way Ryan’s eyes widened.
    “Wait! Wait! Wait!” He clearly panicked, grabbing Liam’s wrist to stop him. “You don’t have to undress.”
    “Chill, I’m not naked down there.” Their eyes locked and Liam could swear he was now officially the most deceptive man alive.
    “Uhm... okay.” His new employer took a deep breath, goosebumps visible all over his arms, adding texture to the fire and smoke design.
    Liam sent his jeans flying out into the bedroom with a wide grin. That was a score. It was only after a strange moment of silence that he realized Ryan’s eyes were glued to his stomach. Not his junk. His stomach. Phew.
    His astonishment rose when Ryan looked up at him without even a trace of guilt and pointed to Liam’s belly with a slight smile, clearly trying to fight his shyness. “Sex Feet Under they’re like, one of my favorite bands.”
    Liam’s mouth fell open and his eyes darted to the band name inked below his navel. “Yeah, can’t wait for the show next month. Wanna go?”
    “Nah... It’s loads of trouble with a wheelchair. I’ll probably watch it on tv. They have live streaming.” Ryan's gaze dropped to the floor, which allowed Liam to get a better look at his legs. They were on the slim side, but not nearly as meager as he expected from a guy in Ryan’s situation.
    “Come on, are you afraid of crowds or something?” He lifted his eyebrows, leaning against the wall. “It’ll be fine.”
    Ryan grumbled beneath his breath, eyeing