Call Me Sir - Part 4

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“Come on, you have a job to do”,

Liam stirred, but continued dreaming until he felt a shoe press down on his stomach.

“Get up!”

His eyes flickered open. He expected to see sunlight, but the world remained dark around him. Whoever was standing over him, didn’t seem to be willing to wait around for the boy to wake up properly, and a moment later, he was dragged to his feet.

“What the fuck?” he groaned, stumbling forward through the bushes until he walked right into another person.

“Oh look, it’s Sleeping Beauty”.

Dessie and Crank were two of Ben’s moronic henchmen. They were both as thick as each other, but Liam had been on the receiving end of their punches before, and they were nothing to be scoffed at. How they’d found him, he didn’t know, but that meant he’d have to find yet another place to stay once he got back from whatever fucking job Ben had set for him now.

“What do I have to do?” He asked, his head pounding from the comedown as the three of them walked through the empty park.

“You have to keep your mouth shut” Dessie guffawed, “we’ll tell you what you need to do when we get there”.

“Get where?” Liam growled and felt Crank shoving him in the back.

“Mouth. Shut”.

They scrambled out the gate and into a parked car. The clock read ten, but the meth high had made him feel like he’d been in a coma for weeks. He dragged himself into the back seat and curled up against the door.

The pain in his body was anything but enjoyable once he began coming down. His head ached, his stomach growled, and the anxiety that coursed through his veins made his heart race aggressively.

Liam wasn’t a stranger to feeling the miserable effects of the drug, but something about the motion of the car made it even worse, so eventually he managed to force himself back asleep, and when he woke again, it was getting bright.

They were in a mostly empty parking lot. Crank and Dessie were mumbling to each other in the front, passing something back and forth, until finally they turned to Liam who felt only marginally better.

“Wait in room 201” Dessie said, shoving the tightly taped package into his chest, “all you have to do is not fucking smoke it”.

Liam felt the weight of it. It was more than he had ever had before, even when he was selling the stuff regularly for Ben. The idea of running away with it crossed his mind, but he would certainly be murdered for that.

“And then what?” He asked.

“And then give it to the guy who knocks, dumbass” Crank scoffed, “now fuck off, we’ll come back in a few hours”.

“Will I be settled with Ben after this?”

Dessie sniggered, but Crank glared.

“Maybe if you do this two thousand nine hundred and ninety nine more times, you might be”.

Liam rolled his eyes, took the key and got out, the cool air felt better than the increasing tension in the car. The motel looked cheap and nasty, but it was a far cry from what he was used to. If nothing else, at least he’d get to relax for a few hours. He watched the car drive off and took the package toward room 201.

Inside, the room was dark and dusty. He crawled onto the bed, still reeling from the discomfort in his body, and lay back. For a moment he wondered how many people had fucked on it, and then wondered if this place even had cleaners to scrub the spunk off the sheets, but the thoughts didn’t last long, and once again Liam drifted off.

“Excuse me! No, excuse me! I am not waiting around here all day just because you don’t know how to do your job properly! Now get someone here, immediately! Hello? Hello!? FUCK!”.

Liam woke up. Why did people insist on waking him up so much? He lay there and stared up at the damp ceiling. It felt good to be in a bed for once, and the last time he’d been in one, two men had kept him there all night.

He listened to the crazy guy outside for another few minutes. He was growling like a wild animal, cursing to himself and pacing back and forth outside the window.

The teen’s eyes widened. Was that the guy he was supposed to give the package to? He scrambled from the bed, grabbed the taped up meth and pulled open the door to find some guy in a suit.

“Are you looking for…” Liam’s voice trailed off as the man turned back to him looking furious, and Gideon’s mouth dropped open.

“Are you fucking following me?” The man snapped, his phone to his ear.

“Me?!” Liam growled back, “I’m here on business, man”.

“Business” he scoffed, “what business does a junkie have around here?”, his eyes fell to Liam’s hand and he scoffed again. “Ah, that makes sense”.

“It’s not mine” the boy replied, but Gideon ignored him and dialled the number once more.

“I’m serious!” Liam pressed, but the man silenced him with a wave until whoever he was ringing, hung up once more.

“FUCK!”

“Jesus man, why do you have to be so loud, it’s so early”.

“It’s nine in the morning” Gideon quipped, “most people are in work by now”.

“So why aren’t you?” Liam smirked.

“I would be, but a car can’t exactly drive with three fucking wheels, can it?”

“Don’t you have a spare?”

“Does it look like I have a spare?”

Liam smiled to himself, but Gideon caught him.

“Oh, you think this is funny, do you?” He hissed, and Liam shrugged.

“I told you you’ll get what you deserve” the boy replied smugly, but Gideon looked as though he’d punch him, so he dropped it.

He returned inside. He still had a job to do, and whoever this guy was, needed to hurry up because Liam was beginning to get restless, and knowing that there was a full package of meth in his hands wasn’t helping him.

He paced the room, then lay on the bed, then wondered how the ceiling could possibly be the same size as the floor, and tried to fit the furniture on it in his mind before a bang on the door sounded.

“Finally” he whispered to himself, and opened it once more.

“What the fuck, man?” He sighed, “I’m waiting for someone!”

“Oh, I bet you are” Gideon growled, his face now covered in oil, “I need to use the shower”.

Liam glared at him.

“This isn’t a fucking truck stop. Go and use your own one”.

“I gave the keys back!” Gideon snapped, “now let me use your shower you little shit, I let you keep the wallet that you stole, didn’t I?”

The two of them stared at each other for a moment before Liam sighed and stepped back.

“And you only let me keep it because everyone thought you beat me up” he grinned, but Gideon ignored him and marched toward the bathroom.

The sound of the shower echoed through the room as Liam paced again. It must have been nearly ten, and there was still no sign of this guy. Crank and Dessie would surely be back soon, but he’d managed to keep away from the meth, so at least he wouldn’t be killed yet.

He turned to sit back down, but noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar. He paused for a moment, moving slightly to one side before he saw him.

He was a douchebag, but he was a handsome douchebag. Through the steam, Liam could see the colour of flesh. He looked closer, taking a silent step toward the door until he could see the man’s naked legs. Fuck, he was ripped.

By the time Liam realised it, he was already peering through the crack in the door. The man was scrubbing his face in his hands, the soapy water running down his muscular, naked body, and a steady stream of it pouring from the long, thick cock between his legs. Liam felt himself swell.

By the time Gideon appeared again, suited and pristine, Liam was back on the bed.

“Some guy came to fix your car” he told the man, “but I told him you were in the shower, so he’ll call back tomorrow”.

Gideon’s face flashed with anger. “WHAT?!” He roared, but Liam laughed.

“I’m fucking with you, man. Jesus, why are you so stressed?”

“I’m stressed” he snarled, “because unlike some people, I have a business to run, and I can’t exactly do that from here, can I?!”

“Is it going to shut down?” Liam asked casually.

“What? No, of course it won’t shut down”

“Is it going to go bust?”

“No!”

“Will anybody die?”

Gideon stared.

“Well then” Liam shrugged, “what’s the big deal?”

For a fleeting moment, Gideon agreed with the scruffy boy, but then his senses returned to him. All of them.

“You stink, you know that, right?”

Liam shrugged.

“You’re happy to stink?”

The boy looked over at him and laughed.

“How many of those suits do you have?” He asked, and Gideon cocked a brow and shrugged, himself.

“A dozen, maybe”

“I have this” Liam told him, pulling at his dirty t-shirt, “so when I get out of that shower all nice and clean, I put this back on and smell like shit all over again”.

Gideon had no response. He hadn’t thought of it like that, but his phone rang and saved him from the awkward conversation.

“Oh thank god! How long does it take someone to do their damn job in this place?!” He snapped into the phone, “you’re joking me? No, no, that simply won’t work, I need a… NO I NEED… FUCKER! MOTHERFUCKER!”

Liam watched as the man frantically stormed back out of the motel room and to his car. He roared another few times before returning and looking at Liam like he owed him rent.

“What?” The boy asked, rather smugly.

“Give me your charger” he said, smacking the phone in his hand.

“My what?”

“Your charger! Your phone charger, give it to me”.

Liam laughed.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Gideon gasped, “I’ve locked my wallet in the car!”

“Well unlock it” he shrugged.

“Unlock it… Unlock it?! If I had the key do you not think that’s exactly what I’d do?”

By the time Gideon calmed down and burst in and out of Liam’s motel room at least twenty times, the teen was becoming increasingly preoccupied by the meth. Maybe it was a test. Maybe Ben was leaving it with him to see if he’d take it.

“I need to stay here tonight” Gideon told him, “you take the floor, and if any of my shit goes missing, I’ll kill you”.

“You’ll kill me?” Liam smirked, “you’re like fifty, you’d pull your back”.

“I’m thirty six, you little shit!”

“Anyway, you can’t”.

“What do you mean, I can’t?” He snapped, “I need to”.

“Too bad, but I’m not gonna be here tonight so maybe you can go and sleep on the sidewalk. See how good you smell then”.