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Obviously, my experience is limited, but I’ve never once had someone react that way—totally uninhibited—when I touched them. I didn’t know I was capable of having that effect on another person. And I damn sure didn’t know I was capable of responding to it the way I did, with what might have been a twinge or a tiny spasm.
In my dick.
That has me all sorts of curious and confused. Usually, if I feel anything in that part of my body, it’s more of an internal desire. A biological need I experience sporadically, and never in response to external stimulation. In the past, I’ve been able to force myself to react a bit if I really concentrate, yet with Liam I didn’t have to force anything. I was just going through the motions and then, bam…I had my own little spasm when he came.
Still, I’m not sure you could attribute that little twinge to attraction or arousal since it hasn’t happened again, just like I expected. Liam on the other hand seems to be hard all the time.
Is that why he’s hiding right now? He’s hard and doesn’t want me to know it?
Seeing him that way isn’t altogether new. I’ve caught the outline of his cock at least half a dozen times over the past few months—not to mention his regular showers—so I know the guy must really have an overactive sex drive or something. But now I catch him hard almost daily, and I swear it’s bigger than it usually is. Or was, before…
Well, bottom line, even though we’re mostly back to normal, I still don’t even know why I did it. It’s not like I’d been thinking about it or anything, and I don’t dare think about what it means… I just saw that he was frustrated and knew I could help. Now, I’m wondering if that was a mistake, since I have the distinct feeling his cock wants to jump into my fist morning, noon, and night.
To Liam’s credit, he’s never asked for that, even though I can see that he’s pent up. Does that make me an asshole for not offering? Is it expected that I do, or should I consider that first encounter a one-off? Damn, I really should’ve thought things through before I took action. Now, he’s holed up in the bathroom, clearly upset, and I don’t know if I’m the cause of that or the solution.
After wavering for what feels like another five minutes, I finally get up and knock on the door. “You okay in there, Sunshine?”
I’m not expecting the door to fling open right away, and I have to scramble out of his path as he storms out and flops on his bed.
“No, I’m not okay. This fucking arm is screwing up my life. I’m so pissed, and all I want to do is beat the shit out of something, which I can’t do because of my damn arm.”
His rant leaves me speechless for longer than it should—I’m used to seeing Liam mildly grouchy, not downright pissed—and it’s kind of a shock. Plus, I need a second to collect my thoughts before offering another hand, like that, something I didn’t do the first time. Ultimately, I conclude if I did it before there’s probably no harm in doing it again, especially if he’s asking for it.
“Hey, I meant it when I said I gotchu. You don’t have to freak out about not being able to beat off with your bad arm. I can help.”
Liam lifts his head off the mattress, and cocks it to one side, perplexed. “Why are you talking about beating off?”
“You just said you wanted to but couldn’t.” My brows pull together.
“I said I wanted to beat the shit out of something, not my dick.”
“Oh.” I feel my face heating in a way I’m not familiar with, since I don’t usually embarrass the hell out of myself. Guess I read the room wrong. “This isn’t about…that?”
His hazel eyes glint in a way that suggests he’s amused, not upset. At least he seems less angry.
“This is about my fucking biology lab. I couldn’t hold the pipette with my left hand, and I couldn’t control the amount of solution with my right, so I totally screwed it up.”
Wow. I could not have been more wrong about the beating thing. Clearly, that one encounter hasn’t made me any better at interpreting sexual cues. Or the lack of them.
“That’s hardly your fault.” I sink into my desk chair and focus on the actual cause of his distress. “Won’t the professor take your cast into consideration?”
Wisps of thin blond hair fall away from Liam’s face as he lets his head hit the mattress. “Yeah. If I do it over, which I won’t be able to for another five weeks, and even then, there’s no guarantee I’ll do any better since my arm will be weaker than normal.”
“Can I do anything to help?” I ask.
“No.” He sighs heavily and closes his eyes, and since it feels insensitive to get back to my own work like he isn’t going through some shit, I just sit there and watch him breathe, noting how the aggressive rise and fall of his chest tapers to a more subtle movement with each ensuing breath. I’m half convinced he’s fallen asleep until I see the front of his pants lift just slightly, and his soft voice pierces the silence. “Why’d you think I wanted you to beat me off?”
That strange warmth returns to my cheeks. “It worked the last time you were frustrated.” My shoulders lift and lower to finish that sentence, even though he’s not watching me to see it.
“Frustrated is kind of my normal.” He huffs out a humorless laugh. “It’s probably best if you learn to ignore the urge to help me out of that mood or else you’re gonna be giving me a lot of hand jobs.”
“You know that isn’t an issue for me.” At least, I don’t think it is. That curious twinge aside, even now, talking openly about it, I don’t feel anything other than a desire to make sure he’s taken care of.
“You offer that so easily.” Liam rolls his head to the side so he can look at me. “Is your hero complex that big, or do you legitimately have no issue jerking your friends off?”
“So far, you’re the only friend I’ve jerked off, and the only person who’s accused me of having a hero complex.” This time he sees me shrug.
“That’s not an answer.”
