Liam

A lot happened all at once when I took my most recent job. I had joined a security team, if you can even call 2 former assassin's that, for a rich family. Usually I wouldn't even consider something like this since I hated body guard duty but I had already rescued the daughter a year before. Sara and I had spent 2 months together while making our way out of the country she was being held in. We hadn't exactly grown close but had kept in touch over the years. Nick and I were friends and he'd been protecting the family for a little over 2 years now. When he told me they were looking for a second guard, well honestly I told him in no uncertain terms where he could stick it.

When Sara called and asked I promised a week. And honestly more or less enjoyed myself. Kathryn, the mom mostly stayed home since her work was all online. Sara stayed close to me, knowing how bad getting seperated can be from her previous ordeal and our time together. Jack, the dad was a little annoying since he was one of those men who thought he was invincible but he followed orders well. And then there was Liam. Sara had talked a lot about her little brother while we made our way back to Council Territory. And he was just like she'd described. He was a quiet kid who loved everyone. When I first showed up at the house, he gave me the biggest hug. He was blonde like his mom and short for his age, the top of his head barely reaching my collar bone. He was still dressed in his light blue PJs even though it was well into the afternoon. According to what I remembered he should be about 15 by now. Sara had told me her mom referred to him as severely mildly autistic and I came to agree with the assessment as time went on.

Liam had mental development of a 3 year old. He wasn't as hyper but loved crayons, cartoons, and insisted on his PJs whenever he was home. He could speak in simple sentences when he wanted to but mostly babbled to himself unless he had to make one of us understand something he wanted or needed. While he loved people, he preferred to stay near people he knew in crowds so he wasn't a bother outside the house either. As far as body guard duty went, this family was ideal. Usually the body you were supposed to be guarding had a habit of wandering off at the worst possible times but every member of the Grant family kept close when we were out and didn't move without making sure I had eyes on them. I was seriously considering the position down the line when I was done with my current cycle. I had already been thinking about getting out since I was getting less truly evil marks and more people wanting me to kill someone they didn't like. My last few jobs didn't make it past the investigation phase.

I ended up holding the job until the end of the month. Sara was heading off to college and thought having be around would help Liam transition into the change. It was a week after Sara left that everything happened. I'd been hanging out with Mrs. Grant trying to figure out her and Nick's obsession with daytime TV. Liam was on the floor coloring a ninja turtle, Leo if my vague memory of the show served though he wasn't supposed to have a pink headband, when I got a call. I frowned at the gunfire on the other line. "Alix- FUCK! Alix, there's too many we're not gonna make it. I need you to promise me you'll protect the family for me."

"Nick? What's going on? Where are you?" Mrs. Grant reacted immediately, even Liam frowned at me from his place on the floor.

"We're pinned down. Even if you could get here in time you'd need a minigun to have a chance against this. Jack's already wounded and I'm almost out of ammo. I need you to promise you'll keep the rest safe. Once the senator is gone they'll be safer but I need to know you'll watch out for them in case anyone wants to take out a grudge."

I closed my eyes. Feeling the burn of tears in my eyes. "I've got then Nick. Make sure you take as many of them as possible."

"I'll make a fucking ladder to the underworld with their corpses. Make sure you're the one to tell Sara. She shouldn't find out from the feed."

I hung up and spoke evenly. "Mrs. Grant, we should talk in the other room. We don't want to upset Liam."

She cried. I didn't expect anything less. They were obviously deep in love and she was best friends with Nick. Sara took a moment to process the news and then asked what I was going to do. "Senator Grant was a good man as far as senators go. And Nick was a good friend. I already have my contacts looking into the incident. None of them will see the end of the month."

Sara came home for the funerals. Kathryn had sort of fallen into herself with Liam doing his best to comfort her. Bringing her his favorite toys and plastering the walls of her bedroom with his art. Sara had offered to come home from college and help take care of her mother but I told her to stay on her path. She had told me she wanted to prove she could make it on her own. The college she had chosen was one she hadn't even told her parents about. She got in on a full academic scholarship and though she wasn't sure she didn't get it because of who her father was she had wanted to prove she belonged. I didn't want her to throw it away. She was safer than she had ever been with her father dead and her attending school under a pseudonym so a local college would only negate that and the work she put in. I had plans to keep my promise to Nick anyway. And I did like Mrs. Grant and Liam. It was no bother to keep an eye on them.

I don't think Liam really understood his dad was dead at first. Even after attending the funeral. I would sometimes find him looking at the calendar but never thought much of it until Mrs. Grant explained that Senator Grant would always put a sticker on the day he was coming back from a trip. When I found Liam looking at the calendar again I decided to try something. Taking the pack of stickers I led Liam into the garden and dug a small hole. He caught on quick. Looking at the stickers, he said "I love you daddy." Before burying them.

He bounced back pretty quickly as children often do. Still trying his best to comfort his mother in his way. Mrs. Grant was back to work twice a week, easing herself back into things. Every morning she'd come down to have breakfast with Liam before I drove him to school. Most times she'd be back in bed before I returned. I'd attended most of the parent teacher functions and acted as medical power for them both during the grieving period. It was during this time Liam began a morning routine that had caught me completely off guard. I didn't pay much attention when I heard shuffling in the backseat but when it took on a rhythm, I glanced in the rearview, catching Liam stroking his cock.

One of his parents definitely had a stallion in the family because I was looking at at least 9 thick inches of teen cock in the reflection. His stroking seemed absent minded, like he wasn't really aware of what he was doing. His gaze was out the window as his left hand worked up and down his shaft. I had to force my eyes back onto the road, but still found myself glancing into the mirror to watch the show. Liam had pushed his grey shorts to his knees but his shirt was in the splash zone. I grabbed one of the towels I used to dry the car after a wash, thanking the Gods they had been washed recently and tossed it over his cock just as he began groaning. The microfiber cloth caught his seed but he glared at me at the cloth stimulated his sensitive cock head. I apologized as I retrieved it telling him he didn't need to get his clothes dirty before school. Accepting this, Liam pulled up his shorts and behaved like nothing happened.

I was ready the next morning with a hand towel telling him to make sure not to spill as I handed it to him. I even pulled over to watch the show. I hadn't thought of Liam like that before, but I hadn't gotten any action since before I even took this job. And I wasn't going to turn down a free show. I had though Liam's uniform was cute before. A crisp white dress shirt covered by a grey blazer that was hanging on a hook in the back. Grey shorts for the warm weather coming down about 2 inches above his knees and socks reaching about 1 inch below, covered by his spiderman sketchers that didn't fit the uniform but he'd insisted on wearing them anyway. And fuck that cock! The reflection hadn't done it justice. He was probably closer to but not quite 10 inches, and thick enough that his fingertips barely met. His stroking was pedestrian, just a simple up and down motion meant to get him there without much thought to the journey.

On the 3rd day, I pulled over on the edge of the property. It was hidden from the house so Mrs. Grant wouldn't notice if she happened to look out the window and the fence kept prying eyes from seeing until they passed the gate. Not that they would think much of it anyway. I climbed into the back with Liam and asked permission to play with him. Liam gave me a funny look but let me take hold of his cock. I stroked it for him and Liam sighed, closing his eyes as a gentle smile graced his lips. I stroked slow and steady twisting my wrist a bit. When he was good and relaxed I leaned down and took him into my mouth, he stretched my jaw beautifully. I glanced up to check his reaction but aside from a slight widening of his smile, he didn't seem to even notice what I was doing. With the angle, I couldn't throat him but I used every trick I had to give him the best blowjob of his life. Which was probably an easy task as I didn't think anyone else had had this hot slab of meat in their mouth so far.

The only warning I got before Liam coated my tonsils was a grunt and tensing of his thighs. I swallowed greedily and held onto his cock, sucking softly until he pushed me off with a giggle. I told him it was a secret boy thing and he couldn't tell anyone or we couldn't do it anymore. He nodded and fixed his clothes as I got back into the driver's seat and headed off to school.