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to even out his breath. “Yeah, sorry. So lame, I know,” he muttered.
    “You’re just ill.” Liam swallowed, taking his time and touching the other man's heated skin. “I understand you find him really hot?”
    Liam’s attempt at being funny worked and Ryan laughed, pushing him down to the tiles. It wasn’t a strong shove, but unexpected as it was, it was more than enough to make a squatting man lose balance.
    “Don’t mock me! I can’t help it. Those bone tattoos all over his body turn me on.”
    Liam felt his face relax into a smile. “He said he wants to tattoo his dick.” He definitely wouldn’t mind fucking him again, though he wasn't sure if Kyle's big-ass boyfriend would take kindly to it.
    “You’re so making that up.” Ryan couldn’t stop laughing.
    “No, I’m serious. He went with me when I had the band name tattoo done and he told me.” He had also had told Liam he would put out if Liam got that tattoo. Hence the tattoo in the first place. Now if that wasn’t the sweetest dare ever...
    Ryan blinked, looking at his forearm and then turned his head in an attempt to examine his shoulder blade, which was now stained with blue-green dots and streaks. “I can’t believe this. You’re the worst hair-dyer ever. You got it all over me.”
    Only now Liam realized he forgot about the other glove after he made a dash for the inhaler. And now, there were big dark blue marks everywhere he touched Ryan.
    “Oh... sorry.” He tsked with a small scowl. “Hey, I was rescuing your life?”
    Ryan shook his head. “You know what? I’ll just go to the hairdresser tomorrow. You’ll have to make sure that you scrub that off my back quick.” He reached for a washcloth and shower gel. “Turn the water on. I can do my arm. It’s the back I can’t reach.”
    “No... I’ll be fine, it’s just because of that inhaler!” Liam tried, quickly getting the water to run and cleaned his gloves first. “I’m sorry, Ryan.” He took the washcloth out of Ryan’s hand and started working his back ferociously.
    “Oh come on.” The dye was changing the water blue, as it washed off, down Ryan’s pale skin. “I didn’t expect you to master this skill the first time. I just didn’t expect it to go so horribly wrong.” He burst into a carefree laugh.
    “I’m so sorry, ugh...” Now, Liam felt even sillier. Thank God the dye was dissolving. “I‘ll make it up to you.”
    “Yeah, I was gonna get it cut a bit anyway.” Ryan was scrubbing his own forearm and the blue-green dye was getting off the skin there too. “You did your best,” he said and turned to pat Liam on the head like a useless dog. Liam snorted and bowed his head playfully, just to see his boxers change color.
    “Shit! Oh shit!” He got to his feet, shedding them as quick as possible.
    “Oh my God! What are you doing!?” Ryan stole one glance, before covering his face with his hands. “You can’t do that!”
    “They’re turning green!” Liam quickly got the briefs into the stream of water and washed them using Ryan’s shower gel. “Fuck, they’re limited edition!”
    “You’re like the worst caretaker ever!” Ryan was close to falling down from the stool from laughing, and when Liam looked down at him, he noticed Ryan was peeking through his fingers.
    “Why, because I’m molesting you?” he asked, making a sad face. He would take care of him all right if he only could.
    “Yes, this is so inappropriate,” Ryan said, though he didn't seem to really mind.
    Liam pouted, and turned his body until his cock was facing Ryan in a silent challenge to his twinky nerves. Oh yes. There was no doubt his new employer saw the tattoo right above the base of Liam’s prick. Four powerful letters to let his lovers know who the boss was.
    “I’m your type, aren’t I?”
    Fingers quickly covered Ryan’s eyes again. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I can’t help it. I get it if it creeps you out.”
    Liam let out a strangled breath and