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this time one bit. It was pity. He was pitying him for not getting laid because of the wheelchair. “Oh don’t you worry. I get enough action,” he quickly said. “Just ‘cause you don’t get to meet my dates, doesn’t mean they’re not there.”
    Fay turned her back at him, when she started washing up. “Just saying.”
    “Internet’s like the god of sex.” Rodney looked up, as if he were staring at some kind of kinky supernatural being.
    Liam burst out laughing. “Seriously, man...”
    “Ah, fuck you,” Ryan muttered and moved away from the table. “None of you know about all my hook-ups. I don’t kiss and tell.” He was not having Liam think that he was a wheelchair using, virgin gay boy, who only jerks off to Internet porn all day. Even if it was all the action he was getting right now.
    “No, seriously guys!” Rodney didn’t pay any attention to Ryan’s tantrum. “Forty years ago, what could you do if you wanted to, say, cum into a teddy bear and then give it to someone else to fuck? Sure, you could pay some junkie or homeless guy to do it, but it isn’t as fun if they don’t get off on it too, right?”
    Liam just stared at him. “Oh man, that’s fucked up...”
    Ryan shrugged, wheeling towards the door. He hoped Liam would get the hint. “People have very different needs. It’s not always something you can just keep in the closet.”
    His new caretaker was smart enough to say some quick goodbyes and follow him. “Hey, I’m not judging. Anyone can do whatever they want as long as I’m not forced to watch.”
    “That’s the spirit! And...” he started, when they slowly moved along the dark hallway. The thick velvet wallpaper seemed to swallow the light. “I’m not saying I’m some man magnet, but I do get some , all right?”
    Liam gave him a small smile. “Why wouldn’t you? I had a friend who married a guy like you.”
    “It’s just... hard with gay guys sometimes. A lot of them are all about being fit and shit,” Ryan said as they reached the elevator and he pressed the button. He was lucky to have all those wheelchair-accessible features in the house. His uncle was paraplegic, hence the decision to make the whole house accessible for him, and later, for Ryan. He could even access the pier from the house on his own.
    Liam leaned against the wall, his strong body curving into a perfect line. “Yeah, I get it... especially if you want go long term, right?”
    “Well, yeah. It’s not hard to find someone who wants to get their dick sucked. The problems start when they’d have to put more effort into it.” Even saying that was getting Ryan angry. His love life was a failure on so many levels.
    Liam sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. It was large and very hot. “I guess women might be more flexible.”
    Ryan shook his head, as they moved into the small elevator. “Good for you, but you’re not helping.” He sighed.
    “There are some great guys out there. Maybe you should be going to the clubs? Just saying...”
    “I don't have a driver's license, but since I got you now, maybe I will go.” Ryan forced a smile. He just never felt comfortable in gay clubs. Like some kind of freak people approached out of curiosity.
    “Sure thing, I don’t mind,” Liam said as the elevator stopped, opening into a dark corridor with no windows. One more floor to go.
    “Unless, you’d feel uncomfortable. I’d totally get that!” Ryan wheeled out and turned on the light. This was the part he really liked. He liked it enough to pretend the elevator wouldn’t go to the top floor. Of course, he felt guilty about it, but what could a guy do if he liked getting carried as much as he did?
    “So it’s the top floor and uhm... the elevator’s broken for the last bit. If you can carry me up to the room?” His heart was already pounding. He could actually feel the blood pulsing faster in his thighs as the straps were attached so tightly.
    Liam blinked. “Oh, sure thing!” And just