crisp, more like the watercolors he usually painted with even though the medium this time was oil. But I could clearly identify the forest of trees and the orange triangle that appeared to be a tent.
Just like the tent I’d described to him. “You did this?”
He stepped closer, stopping right at my side.
“This is where I was camping with my dad.” I couldn’t believe he’d not only painted something different but it was so…clear. It was like he could see inside my head. “Why?”
Liam’s eyes traveled between my face and the painting. His lips parted and I held my breath, waiting to hear him say something. Anything. But no words came out. He merely reached up for my cheek and wiped away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen.
“Thank you, Liam,” I whispered, closing my eyes to soak in his touch. “It’s beautiful.”
Twelve
After what felt like one of the longest days of my life, I ran up the stairs to my apartment and slammed the door shut. My emotions had been on a roller coaster all day, going from joyous in Liam’s arms in the morning to sad and melancholy after my visit with Mom…and then hopeful after seeing Liam’s painting.
The clarity of the picture held so much meaning. Not only did it showcase a much more skilled level of artistic talent in Liam than I’d witnessed before, but it also spoke volumes of his cognitive level. He wasn’t just a child locked in a man’s body. I never really believed he was, but now I had proof of his maturity. His compassion and empathy. And maybe even proof of his feelings for me.
I was hurting and he felt it. He felt my pain and expressed it as simply as he could. Visually instead of verbally.
And then he touched me. Not just the friendly touches I was growing accustomed to but an intimate touch. One that went from his fingertips straight into my bloodstream, running hot and fast until it pooled in my cock. There was no way for me to hide my erection from Liam with our close proximity. That was apparent when he took a step back and stared right down at it. For a brief moment, I thought he might reach out and grab it.
My dick started to fill again as I thought about him touching me. Pushing off the door, I began shedding my clothes as I headed into the bedroom. I couldn’t get naked fast enough, and as soon as I was, I dropped onto my bed and wrapped my fist around my cock. It was easy to picture the full lips I wanted wrapped around my cock, dragging up and down my taut skin and leaving a trail of warm wetness behind. Liam’s lips rarely moved, but when they did, they always brought to mind fantasies of how they would feel against mine. How his hot breath would tickle my skin as he kissed down my body until it reached my waiting dick.
Fuck, it would feel good. I squeezed my balls then pulled back up, rolling my palm over my leaking head before stroking up and down again at an even faster rate. The impending orgasm roiled deep within me, tightening my balls until they couldn’t hold back any longer. I threw my head back and gave in to the need for release I’d been feeling all day.
With a low moan, ribbons of thick cream shot straight up like a fountain and all the tension of my body shot out with it, leaving me limp and sweaty and exhausted. I planned to jump in the shower but I couldn’t bring myself to move.
I might have dozed off if not for the soft cry outside my window, facing the deck that lined the side of the building. I looked outside and saw Liam standing at my window, his face contorted in terror. I’d never seen him so upset and it broke my heart and terrified me at the same time.
“Liam.” I jumped up and ran to my door. “What’s wrong?”
He turned to me with his shorts at his ankles and his erect penis in his hand. He smacked at it and then curled forward as if it hurt.
“No, Liam. Don’t.” Despite my own nudity, I walked out onto the porch that extended the full length of the building and grabbed his hand. “Come with me.”
He easily stepped out of his shorts and followed me in, leaving them on the ground as if they were no