Gaslighting Liam - Chapter Thirteen (PART 1 - cause it exceeds 80k characters lmao)
Hey, guys!! I'm back lmaooo and this is yet another chapter of Gaslighting Liam.
If you get off on very slow-burn psychological corrosion, humiliating power games, fucked up denial, and a straight guy getting dragged into filth he can’t escape… you're welcome. Next chapter is on the way here! Check out my profile for early access, NOAH'S POV, images of the cast, selfies!
This is all fiction. All characters are 18+
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN - RESET (PART 1)
The hallway was quiet except for the sound of footsteps, Noah’s slow, steady descent down the stairs, and Liam’s shaky ones trailing behind.
He still hadn’t swallowed.
His mouth was full, tongue pressed down, jaw tight, trying not to breathe through his nose too much. Every second felt like a countdown to humiliation. Every taste bud inundated with Noah’s taste.
At the bottom of the stairs, Noah turned back just once.
His voice was low. Amused.
“I’ll be watching.”
Then he turned and walked straight into the crowd like nothing was wrong.
“Yooo, Alex! My guy! You try the fucking shrimp? Unreal.”
Liam stood frozen on the last step.
People were everywhere, talking, laughing, drinks in hand, music humming under it all like background pressure. And he was standing there like a walking sex-crime scene.
Panicking, he drifted toward the drinks table, desperate for something to do.
He started picking up glasses. Moving ice around.
His fingers were shaking.
He nodded at someone who passed by, hoping it looked normal.
No one talked to him yet. Thank God.
He kept rearranging a tray of lemon slices, barely able to see straight. His mouth was aching to swallow. To end it.
He prayed Noah was too distracted to notice. But he knew he wasn’t.
Just stay quiet. Look busy. No one will,
“Heyyy! There you are!”
Liam flinched.
Dylan.
Of course. Who the fuck else?
He turned slowly, trying to smile without moving his mouth too much. The taste of cum sat heavy on his tongue, coating his teeth, resting in the back of his throat.
Dylan came up beside him, drink in hand, already mid-sentence.
“Dude, your party’s nuts. You see what happened in the backyard earlier? This dude tried to light something on fire. I swear to God I thought we were getting evicted.”
Liam nodded, throat tight. He made a noise that might have been “mmhmm” or “kill me”, it was hard to tell. The vibrations made Noah’s semen even more prominent.
Dylan leaned in a little, lowering his voice. “Also, where were you? Noah said you were getting something but you’ve been gone like, twenty minutes.”
Liam blinked.
Panicked.
He had to answer that. Not with all of the cum still in his mouth. The pressure, the taste, it was unbearable.
So he did it.
He swallowed.
In one big gulp.
A thick, audible noise. His throat moved once, then again.
His eyes watered.
Then he coughed. Immediately. Tried to cover it with the back of his hand, turning slightly like it was nothing.
“Kh-huh, sorry,” he rasped, voice rough. “Uh. Wrong pipe.”
Dylan frowned, instantly concerned. “Shit, you okay?”
Liam nodded too fast, still catching his breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just, drank too fast.”
His face was flushed. His body was burning. His mouth felt empty and violated all at once.
And across the room, Noah was looking, Ashley by his side, raised his glass in perfect timing. Like that swallow was his victory, too.
That smug, unbothered smirk on his face.
Liam cleared his throat one more time, forcing his voice to even out.
“Hey,” he said, more quietly this time. “Sorry if I was… weird earlier. When we met, I mean. I wasn’t really, I don’t know. In the best headspace.”
Dylan smiled, paused, sipped his drink. “It’s your birthday. You’re allowed to be a little off. Honestly, I figured you were just overwhelmed or something.”
Dylan leaned against the table, drink in hand, eyes casually on Liam. There was a pause, comfortable at first, until it stretched just enough to feel like something else.
Then Dylan spoke.
“Can I ask you something kind of random?”
Liam tensed slightly. “Sure?”
Dylan tilted his head. “How long have you guys been friends? You and shorty.”
Liam blinked. “Uh. I don’t know. A while, I guess. Since the beginning of the year.”
Liam’s response came a little too quick.
“Why?”
Another pause.
Then,
“You’re just… really different from him.”
Liam’s heart skipped.
“I mean, not in a bad way,” Dylan added quickly. “You’re just, like, you come off as really… Nice. Conscious of other people.”
He shrugged, half smiling.
“And Noah’s… well. None of that.”
Liam laughed weakly, throat tightening. “Yeah, he’s definitely not.”
“It’s just interesting you two get along so well,” Dylan said, tilting his head. “Don’t get me wrong, I adore shorty. He’s hilarious.”
He lifted a hand, giving a casual wave toward the far side of the party.
Liam followed his gaze.
Noah was leaning against the wall, drink in hand, eyes already on them like he’d been watching the whole time. The second Dylan waved, Noah nodded in return, grinning.
Dylan smiled. “But you’re grounded. And he’s… chaos.”
Liam’s throat went tight. He gave another soft laugh, too breathless to be convincing. “Yeah… He’s… uh… intense.”
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Liam was grinding through his workout, sweat dampening his collar, when he felt Noah before he saw him. Finally with his cast off.
A shaker bottle thunked onto the bench.
“Here,” Noah murmured.
Liam didn’t even have to ask what it was.
He glanced at the pale liquid swirling inside and muttered dryly, “Ah, yes. The magic formula.”
Noah just smirked, crouching to Liam’s level as his hand settled on the bench beside him. Liam took a long swallow of the shake, wincing slightly at the sharp taste.
“That’s… bitter than usual,” he muttered, wiping his mouth. “What even is in this again?”
Noah met Liam’s eyes, and smirked.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to worry about it?”
His tone was low, even. But the edge was there.
“There’s protein in it. Some nice organic additives. That’s all that matters.”
He straightened, gave Liam’s shoulder a firm squeeze, and walked away without another word.
Liam stared after him for a second before shaking it off and turning back to his weights. He racked the bar, sitting up to roll his wrists out, when the door swung open.
“Heyyy,” Claire called lightly, jogging in with her gym bag slung over one shoulder.
Her voice made something in Liam’s chest ease.
His smile came without thinking.
“Hey,” he said, and meant it.
Claire made a little face when she saw the bench he’d just been on.
“Wow, working hard today, huh? You’re dripping.”
She pulled her ponytail tighter and plopped her bag down near his feet, rummaging.
“I swear, every time I see you in here you’re trying to outdo yourself,” she teased softly.
“Or… trying to impress someone?”
Liam chuckled weakly, wiping his neck with his towel.
“Just… habit,” he muttered.
She looked up at him then, warm and bright, a little mischievous.
“Well… save some energy for tonight, okay?”
He blinked, caught off-guard.
She tilted her head, smiling knowingly.
“You are still excited, right? For tonight?”
Her gaze lingered on his, warm , but there was something sharper under it now. Hungry. Expectant.
Liam’s throat tightened.
He nodded quickly, forcing a small grin.
“Yeah! Yeah, of course I am!”
But even as she smiled, already digging through her bag again for her water bottle, his stomach was sinking.
They’d been trying. A few times now.
To finally… seal the deal.
And every single time, he’d faltered. Lost it. Couldn’t stay hard for more than a few desperate minutes before his own body betrayed him.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want her , fuck, he did. God, he did. Ironically, he was getting hard right there just thinking about it.
But every time, something inside him buckled. Like his own head was working against him. The thought would creep in , what if she doesn’t like it? What if I’m not good enough? , and then it was over before it even started.
No matter how much he wanted her, the fear always won.
And the more it happened, the worse it got.
Now, with her standing there , so soft and sweet and looking at him like that , he could already feel himself failing again.
Claire slipped her bottle back into her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and gave him one last teasing grin.
“Don’t wear yourself out too much, champ,” she said, voice sing-song and warm. “Save some of that for me.”
She winked as she walked off toward the cardio machines, ponytail swishing behind her.
Liam watched her go, smiling faintly. But it faded fast.
He dropped back onto the bench and finished his last set in silence, his stomach a knot.
Maybe… maybe he should talk to Noah about it. Noah always seemed to know what to do. Always seemed to have a plan. And God knew Liam couldn’t figure this out on his own.
He racked the bar, wiped his hands on his towel, and walked over to the front desk.
The receptionist was scrolling through her phone, barely glancing up when he leaned on the counter.
“Hey,” he started, voice low, “uh… you know where Noah is?”
She finally looked up, blinking at him.
“One sec,” she said, and grabbed the landline, muttering into it as she dialed an extension.
Liam nodded, waiting, already regretting opening his mouth.
Shit. What the fuck was he even gonna say? Hey Noah, can you fix my dick?
And worse, he remembered, too late, he’d also need to ask Noah for… permission?
Fuck. Fuck.
Even thinking it made his chest squeeze, made shame coil low in his gut.
His eyes darted toward the door, half-tempted to just leave. Regret filling his eyes.
Too late.
The receptionist hung up, turning back to him.
“He’s at the hospital,” she said casually.
Liam froze.
“…Hospital?”
She didn’t seem to notice his expression, already looking back at the computer.
“Yeah. You want me to leave him a message or something?”
Liam shook his head quickly, stepping back.
“No, uh… no. Thanks.”
But his chest felt tight as he walked away, one thought running circles in his head:
The hospital? Is he… okay?
He pulled out his phone and typed:
[LIAM: yo u ok? front desk said ur at a hospital?]
A few seconds passed before it buzzed.
[NOAH: lol she’s tripping. its my day off. just with friends]
Then another one, almost immediately after:
[LIAM: she talks too much lmao]
Liam stared at the screen, uneasy. Puzzled.
He scrolled back up, rereading Noah’s reply.
Liam exhaled slowly and shoved his phone back into his pocket.
Well… whatever.
At least it meant he didn’t have to have that conversation right now.
The idea of asking Noah for permission to cum with Claire, even just saying it out loud, made his skin crawl.
It was fine when it was all… you know. Them messing around. Bro shit. He could almost laugh it off then.
But not with her. Not like this.
That would just… make it weird.
He tightened the laces on his sneakers and straightened up, forcing his shoulders back.
So yeah. Weird or not, at least he didn’t have to deal with it today.
Liam pressed the doorbell and waited, shifting his weight from foot to foot, the little bouquet of flowers crinkling in his hand as he adjusted his grip.
He didn’t have to wait long, light, quick footsteps, and then the door swung open.
Claire stood there , and for a second, he forgot what he was supposed to say.
She was stunning.
“Ohhh! You brought me flowers?” she gasped, grinning as she plucked them out of his hands.
Then she narrowed her eyes playfully, holding them up.
“You don’t think I could’ve bought my own, huh?” she added, feigning mock offense, her lips twitching like she was trying not to smile.
Liam froze, his stomach dropping.
“What? No, no, that’s not, I just—” he stammered, already flustered, reaching out awkwardly like he might actually take them back.
But then she broke. Laughed.
A bright, warm laugh that made his ears burn.
“Relax, Liam,” she said through her smile, already spinning toward her kitchen. “You’re adorable. And so are these.”
She found a vase and started filling it with water, humming to herself, while Liam stood there clutching his jacket, still trying to get his heart rate back down.
He followed her in, hovering awkwardly while she filled the vase and set them on her little kitchen counter.
“Perfect,” she said, spinning back toward him. “Okay, let’s go.”
Outside, he opened the car door for her, and she smiled at him as she slid in.
And at the restaurant, the tension eased a little. The lighting was warm, the quiet hum of chatter and clinking glassware all around them. Liam let his shoulders drop once they were seated, even managing a small smile when the waiter poured their wine.
He glanced at Claire as she scanned the menu, her fingers playing with the corner of her napkin.
“What’re you thinking?” he asked, voice a little rough.
She didn’t look up.
“Hm?”
“For dinner,” he clarified. “You’re, uh… making a face. Like you’re solving a math problem.”
That made her laugh softly, her eyes flicking up to his.
“I was deciding between the salmon and the risotto,” she said. “But now you’ve made it sound like a life-or-death choice.”
He let out a breath of a laugh.
He closed his eyes and inhaled dramatically, like he was reading some invisible signal from the universe.
“Go with the salmon,” he said solemnly.
Claire snorted, raising a brow.
“Oh yeah? Channeling the spirits for me now?”
Her grin widened.
“God, I love a man with… deep connections.”
Liam cracked one eye open and tried not to laugh.
“Yeah, well,” he muttered, shrugging, “they don’t always return my calls.”
When the appetizers came, she kept the conversation easy, work stories, her classmates, some funny thing about her building’s super being “a total creep.”
Liam chimed in, forcing himself to loosen up.
By the time the plates were cleared, the wine had softened her cheeks pink and given him enough confidence to smile at her without overthinking it. Good.
And then she leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“You can’t tell anyone I told you this,” she murmured.
He raised his brows. “Oh? Now I’m curious.”
She grinned.
“Ashley. She’s… getting worse every day. Swear to God. Keeps saying she’s in love with Noah. Like, full on. The man of her life, wedding bells, the whole nine yards.”
Claire rolled her eyes and laughed into her wine.
“She tells me all the time she knows he’s just pretending to play hard to get. Can you imagine? Poor girl’s delusional.”
Liam chuckled, shaking his head faintly.
“Well… good thing she’s got you to keep her grounded.”
Claire grinned at him over the rim of her glass, eyes twinkling.
“Oh, trust me,” she said with a little laugh. “I’ve tried. It’s no use. She’s obsessed.”
She waved her hand lightly, still smiling. “Keeps dropping little hints to her followers about it.”
Liam laughed.
The rest of dinner passed in a warm blur. A little more wine, a little more laughter. By the time the check came, Claire’s hand was resting lightly over his on the table, her smile soft and easy.
When they got back to his apartment, he set his keys on the counter and turned to find her already kicking off her heels, holding the wine bottle they’d brought home from the restaurant.
“Couch?” she asked, raising a brow.
“Couch,” he agreed.
They settled onto the cushions, close enough that her knee pressed lightly into his. She poured them each a glass, and they talked at first, but not much. The words started to trail off as her hand found his thigh.
Before he even realized it, he was leaning into her, his lips catching hers, his hand sliding to her cheek. She kissed back hungrily, pressing closer, her fingers curling into his shirt.
He could feel it already. The ache low in his stomach. His cock stiffening quickly, maybe not cumming for so long was finally working in his favor.
For the first time in weeks, he thought, okay… okay, I can do this.
Her breath was hot against his neck, her hands slipping under his shirt as he murmured into her mouth. He could feel his own pulse hammering, his hips already shifting toward her.
He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Come on. Bedroom.”
She smiled, a slow, knowing smile, and let him take her hand as he led her upstairs.
They tumbled onto the edge of the bed, still kissing, her laugh muffled into his mouth as he guided her down against the sheets. Her nails grazed his side and his breath hitched, his hands sliding over her hips, her waist, her back.
But as his fingers found the hem of her shirt and started to lift, something changed.
He swallowed, trying to ignore it.
But there it was. The creeping edge of panic. That cold, slithering thought, don’t fuck this up again. Just don’t fuck this up.
His kiss faltered just slightly, but she didn’t seem to notice, her hands were already slipping under his shirt, pulling him closer.
Still, his heart was pounding for all the wrong reasons now.
Their clothes hit the floor one by one, kisses and laughter muffled into the sheets. Her skin was soft under his hands, warm and welcoming, her breath hot in his ear as she pulled him closer.
When she reached for him, her hand sliding between them, wrapping gently around his dick, he paused.
He knew even before she touched that he wasn’t hard. Not anymore.
Her fingers paused, just barely squeezing before letting go.
He didn’t dare look at her, but he swore he could feel it. The faintest shift in the air. Disappointment.
Something hollow cracked open in his chest and he stopped moving altogether, pulling back.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting on the edge, feet planted on the floor, his head bowed.
Time froze.
“I’m… sorry,” he muttered. Barely louder than the quiet hum of the air vent.
Behind him, the bed creaked softly as she sat up.
There was a long moment of silence before her voice came, soft and warm, a little smile audible even if he couldn’t see her.
“Hey… Liam. It’s okay.”
He shook his head faintly.
“Hey…” she repeated, her hand resting lightly on his back. “You’re fine. You’re just nervous, that’s all. Don’t worry about it.”
But he didn’t move. Didn’t turn around. He just sat there, shoulders hunched, staring at the floor.
She waited for another beat, then asked gently, “Do you… wanna just cuddle for a while?”
For the first time, he turned his head slightly, and she caught a glimpse of his face, his expression small and defeated.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Yeah. I’ll… I’ll just grab us some water.”
She smiled faintly and nodded, lying back against the pillows as he stood and left the room.
The kitchen was dark and quiet. He hadn’t even bothered to turn the lights on.
He leaned on the counter, hands gripping the edge until his knuckles went white.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
It had never been like this before. Never.
He squeezed his eyes shut, a hot pulse of anger and shame burning through his chest.
She was amazing. Funny. Sweet. Gorgeous. She deserved… someone who could at least…
His jaw clenched.
He hated himself for this.
And worse, he hated how familiar that voice in his head was now. Whispering he’d just… keep failing. Keep proving himself right.
He grabbed two glasses from the cabinet, filled them at the sink, and forced himself to take a breath before heading back to her.
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A week passed. Still no sign of Noah.
Liam was at the gym, but his mind sure as hell wasn’t. That was his new norm.
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