The hand on the back of his neck grounds him, strangely, and Liam continues to stroke his cock with such skill that he moans in between his words, leaning his head down to star at said hand doing it's work. He's beginning to sweat, now.

"I wasn't gay before you," He tries to point out. "I had no interest in men and--and now you're here. It's you, it's always you. I don't want to get hurt but you--" A shattered breath and he shakes his head.

"I want to come," He murmurs. Something about the proximity of the other, he guesses, and Mike slips his eyes closed. It had been a while since he'd been like this, and they've barely gotten started. Maybe Liam will just take pity on him. Maybe he can sort through his fucked up feelings or just grab some more oxy and forget.