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like that, Ryan was back in those strong arms. He closed his eyes, inhaling Liam’s fresh and soapy scent. “And don’t worry about the club, it’s not like I’m gonna get gangbanged in the middle of the dancefloor.”
    Ryan grabbed onto his neck. “Who knows. With your looks, you actually might.” He chuckled, imagining a heap of naked men throwing themselves at his new caretaker . It would be just like the best bits of a football game, improved by the lack of clothes.
    “I know, right?” Liam didn’t seem bothered with this little bit of sexual harassment in the workplace, and started climbing up the stairs.
    “Just don’t take any drinks from strangers,” Ryan said in a serious tone, but struggled to keep a straight face. Liam was not only sexy, he was so funny too.
    “That’s all right, I’ll have you to back me up.”
    They reached the top floor, moonlight casting a warm glow inside through a huge window hanging over the staircase. Rodney and Fay lived downstairs, close to the kitchen, so he would be alone with Liam.
    “I can always run them over with my monster truck wheelchair.” He pointed at a door with a big blue ‘radioactive’ sign on it to indicate where they were heading.
    Liam cackled, opening the door with his hip. “I can see it on the news. ‘He saved my ass with his big-ass wheels’.”
    “‘Ryan, age twenty five, takes care of his caretaker’,” he snorted and pressed his body tighter against Liam's, under the pretense of avoiding bumping into the door frame. He loved how hard Liam's torso felt.
    “Take care of him now and turn on the light, smartass.”
    Ryan leaned away with one arm and reached for the switch. The room was instantly illuminated with green light from the big crystal chandelier. It was one of the reasons he chose living up here over the comfort of the ground floor. It used to be his aunt and uncle’s room and even though he made some significant changes, the chandelier stayed. Plus, the room was massive and had a grand balcony that faced the seaside, a bathroom fit for a disabled person, and even an adjoined room, for a caretaker.
    When Liam put him down to the bed, he was tempted to grab that long hair and pull him onto the covers, but he didn’t do it, of course. They shared a few more laughs and then, his new caretaker went back down to fetch the wheelchair.
    Ryan looked up at the posters of tattooed hunks on the ceiling above his bed. Oh, he wouldn’t be thinking of any of them tonight. When Liam brought in the chair, they arranged that he’ll wait in his new room for Ryan to prepare for the hair dying.
    As soon as Liam disappeared behind the door, Ryan locked it using both the key and the external lock, and frantically wheeled over to the bed. One thing he was really ashamed off were his legs. If he was going to get help in the shower, he needed to change into his wetsuit pants. He had them custom made, with sides reinforced for extra stiffness and attached fitted rubber socks, designed so that his only foot wouldn’t move much.
    He methodically unbuckled every little strap of his leg braces, starting with the thighs and continuing onto the kneecaps, to finally take off the stirrups and go on to do the same on the other leg. He felt strangely vulnerable to have his legs free, like after taking off a corset. And he would know, cause he wore a medical one at some point. It was constricting and uncomfortable, but gave him a feeling of safety and confinement. The day it was finally removed was among the scariest in his life.
    Looking back at the door, just to make sure that the locks were in fact closed, he stretched out his legs, feeling that pleasant tingling in his muscles after a whole day of forced immobility. He got up and stretched once more, before quickly limping over to the wardrobe. Walking on a prosthetic foot was awkward and made Ryan imagine how useless it had to look. He had to be careful for no one to find out his secret, but he got used to