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Liam's clown-faced boxer briefs. “You wouldn’t be free to have fun with me around.”
    “I think it could be fun... if they let us in backstage.” Liam made his expression extra smug as he bowed down towards Ryan. Plus, he really thought he and Ryan would have lots of fun together. Like, even in the shower, if the clown went down.
    “Why would they? You’re gonna tell me now that you know the band members, or something?” Ryan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms on his chest.
    Liam had to force his lips shut. No way Ryan would believe him if he started bragging about his rather acquaintance with the SFU leader. “No, but I have friends at the venue.” He folded his arms over his chest.
    “You’re so making that up.” Ryan shook his head.
    Liam blinked. Even this he didn’t believe? “Come on, why would I lie?”
    “I don’t exactly know you that well.”
    “Seriously. I’m not asking for your PIN number. I wanted you to have some fun,” Liam said. This whole distrust thing was starting to make him uncomfortable.
    Ryan scrutinized him for the longest moment, but finally nodded, a soft sigh leaving his lips. “I’ll say ‘yes’ for now, but you can tell me if you change your mind, okay?” When he looked up at Liam, the thin, tense lines around his eyes made it obvious how insecure he felt. Liam had to intervene.
    “It’ll be great!” He ran his hand through Ryan’s hair, tugging on it gently. It was soft, even with the hair products Ryan must have used to for styling. “Have you ever seen them live?”
    “No, I kinda never got the chance.” He pointed to the box of hair color, placed on a plastic shelf along with some bottles, and explained the basics so that Liam could start applying the dye.
    “I knew them before they were famous. That’s my hipster self talking.” Liam grinned and put on a pair of latex gloves. There were plastic ones in the box, but those were far more comfortable to use. He gathered some dye on the brush and started applying it to the top of Ryan’s head.
    Ryan looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide as saucers. “Really? Oh my God! Tell me.”
    “They were sexy.” Liam opened the bottle of hair dye, his gaze transfixed on the pale, lean shoulders. “The chicks were creaming themselves within three songs.”
    “Did they do the songs from their first album back then?” Ryan kept fidgeting in his seat like an excited puppy. “Where was it? Did you get a chance to talk to them?”
    “Ah, I don’t remember the songs that much, but yeah, I saw several shows in LA and got to know them during an after party.” Liam snorted, remembering the feel of Kyle Goldberg’s hard body struggling beneath his own. The man was too sexy for his own good. “And I actually befriended Kyle, though we lost touch when they became popular. I moved to San Diego and, they started being all too busy.”
    “Oh my God! You’re shitting me!” Ryan was panting and wouldn’t hold still, which made Liam’s job a lot harder. The stupid dye kept trickling to places it shouldn't.
    “No. He might not recognize me, but he’s a cool guy. And he’s a tattooed gay guy. That’s what you like, isn’t it?” He grinned in self-satisfaction, as he saw Ryan’s neck turn red.
    “Yeah... He’s like...” he struggled to speak. “There’s not... many... rock bands... fuck... I need... my inha... ler...”
    Liam blinked. “Your what?”
    “Inha... ler... It’s in...” Ryan pointed to a pocket on the side of his wheelchair.
    Liam yanked one of the gloves off and reached for the tiny plastic container, which he immediately handed over to Ryan, his temples pulsing. “You have asthma?”
    The other man shook the inhaler, before putting it in his mouth and taking a gulp of medicine-infused air.
    “Ryan?” Liam gently stroked his back, squatting next to him. Poor guy. Though he should have mentioned something like that during the interview.
    Ryan eventually passed the inhaler back to him, trying