Race With a Heart
Chapter 100: You Are My Heartbeat

Chapter 100: You Are My Heartbeat

"Steve ?!" exclaimed Martin, surprised and a bit scared, releasing his lover’s twisted hand and coming down from his back. "Steve, I’m sorry, I ...!"

Paxton rose and, rubbing his sore wrist, solemnly announced:

"In my wildest dreams, I did not expect that after leaving such a spectacular accident unscathed, I would suffer a health impairment from my boyfriend ..."

"Steve, I really didn’t want to," Martin panicked. "Only after I was threatened by these bandits then I learned a few moves of self-defense ... Wait a minute, wait a minute, did you say ’boyfriend’?"

"Something wrong with that word?" Paxton asked innocently.

"No, nothing" Martin blushed all over, making the driver’s heart pound with ecstasy. Martin was so cute when he was embarrassed!

"So how are you going to compensate me for this assault?" Paxton asked.

"Eeeeee ... What would you like?"

"You. Always you. "

"And shouldn’t you take it easy with yours body for the next few days?" Martin asked anxiously.

"Who told you such bullshit?" Paxton asked provocatively as he approached Martin at a dangerous distance.

"This is not bullshit!" Martin stood up. "This accident shook your body quite well ..."

"And you were so delicate to me?" Steve mocked provocatively. "You didn’t shake my body?"

"It was an accident!"

"Just look at him! He has learned a few moves of self-defense and is already pushing me! " Paxton didn’t change his mocking tone.

"Oh shut up!" the mechanic got irritated and helped Paxton shut up by gagging his mouth with his.

It worked. Steve said no more words. His arms slowly and tenderly wrapped around the mechanic, pulling him towards himself. Steve kissed him back, but contrary to what he might have expected of himself, and surely Martin had expected of him, there was no hunger or aggression in that kiss. There was a tenderness in him that did not result from a desire to apply a refined caress, but flowed from the heart of the driver. From a heart that was dead for so many years.

The heart was beating so madly now that the driver felt a pain in it.

Surprised, Paxton broke the kiss and moved away from Martin a few centimeters.

"Steve ..." the boy worried.

"It’s not what you think," Paxton reassured him, though he felt very anxious himself. "It’s not an accident, it’s ... you."

"Me?"

"Even during the race, even during the accident, when my whole life flashed before my eyes, my heart was not beating that hard. See! "

Paxton took the mechanic’s hand and held it to his heart. Martin felt the pounding maddened and started to withdraw his hand in surprise, but Steve wouldn’t let him.

"Do you know what that means?" the driver asked softly.

Martin swallowed hard. Even if he guessed, he wouldn’t dare say it. He shook his head.

"It means," explained Steve, staring into the beautiful eyes of the young mechanic, "that you control my heartbeat."

Martin’s eyes widened in surprise and began to shine with a beautiful glow full of happiness. His lips parted, inviting him to kiss him.

"Doesn’t it scare you?" Steve asked, surprised. "Because me - very much."

"A little," he admitted shyly. "But I am happy. I’ve never heard anything so beautiful. "

"No," Steve brushed an unruly strand of hair from his forehead. "You are beautiful. You are perfect!"

"I’m not ..." Martin intimidated.

"You are for me. Ever since you entered my world, each day is a little more colorful and a little brighter than the previous one. I never thought I would say these words to anyone. But you... Martin, you are not anyone. You are my heartbeat. "

Martin couldn’t get a word out, but he didn’t need to say anything. His parted lips were too valuable for words, and Steve gave them an even softer and warmer kiss.

But the passion was not going to give them up. A flame began to spread from their mouths and soon began to engulf their bodies and minds. The flame that reignited the hot desire in both of them.

They began to caress each other more and more passionately and more and more desperately. They both knew there was more to the other man’s heart than just a random adventure. They had crossed that line a long time ago. Steve himself admitted that Martin was the beating of his heart, and there was not even a slight exaggeration in his words. If not for Martin, Paxton would probably be in a very dark place at this point.

In a place he could always come back to, Steve realized and shivered. No one can ensure that the present happiness is given to him forever. If Steve neglects them, if he does something stupid again, his new happiness will crumble like a house of cards.

Paxton chased those thoughts away.

The past was dark, the past was terrible, but it was already gone, you had to forget about it and go on living. Steve had to forget about it, stop coming back to it, and concentrate on keeping his present happiness. So he drowned in a kiss, and in all of Martin as if in the whole world and in all eternity there was only this one moment - the moment of union with Martin.

His mouth was a flame, their bodies were a fire, and after a while he felt like he was really going to burn if he didn’t put out the fire.

"I love you," he said, and he felt Martin’s body quiver at the sound of his words. "I love you!" he repeated forcefully. "I want you!"

Caressing the mechanic’s back was no longer enough for Paxton, so he slid his hands down to the height of his ass and pressed against the firm, taut buttocks. He wanted so much to plunge between them and enter Martin as deeply as if he were to touch the essence of his existence.

Martin must have felt the same as he began to unbutton his pants.

"You’re not afraid," Steve asked, "that someone will see us?"

"Not anymore," admitted the mechanic. "With you and for you, I am no longer afraid of anything."

"For sure?"

"After your accident ... Steve ... don’t make me wait any longer ... If the doctor doesn’t stop you, and if you’re just as excited as I am ..."

"More," Steve assured taking possession of his mouth and buttocks. "I’ve been waiting for this moment since our conversation ..."

Paxton slipped his finger between Martin’s buttocks and began teasing his eye. The boy twitched at his touch.

"How was ... playing alone?" the driver asked straight into his ear.

"I was not alone," replied Martin with the courage his passion gave him. "You were with me all the time."

"Oh my sweet ..."

Then Steve saw a very unexpected sight. Martin took a small colored bottle from his pocket and showed it to Paxton. The driver felt unimaginable excitement and joy.

"Martin!" he exclaimed in delight. "Whence...?"

"I expected you to come ..."

There was a wonder in this tiny bottle that will make their wonderful moments even more enjoyable - a moisturizing lotion.

"Then I can’t wait anymore," Steve announced, and he firmly turned Martin back to him and took off his pants and panties.

The boy leaned against the front of the car, whose hood was up, had a perfect view of all the mechanical insides of the beautiful old convertible he was working on.

"I was fantasizing about taking you in that situation," Paxton excitedly announced. "This is how a mechanic should be taken."

"And I fantasized about you taking me in this situation. That’s exactly how a driver should take a mechanic." Martin announced, and with a very inviting and tempting movement, he pushed his buttocks out.

They were both very impatient, but Steve knew he couldn’t be too hasty. If he didn’t prepare his lover well, it would hurt him, and in spite of his excitement, the thought that Martin might be suffering from him was too terrible. No matter how often they made love, the body would return to its natural state by itself, so if it didn’t prepare well, it would be as tight as the first time. And just as painfully.

So Steve poured the liquid between Martin’s buttocks and began to caress this secret place with an anointing worthy of a priest saying the prayers.

"You like me taking you from behind, right?" Paxton knew how stimulating just talking about sex could be.

"I don’t think there is any other way in this place," the boy remarked.

"I could take you in the backseat," Steve suggested.

"In the customer’s car? Never! Maybe in another ... "

Paxton sensually ran his tongue down his neck.

"Today I will take you here," the driver announced and began to press on the pink eye that slowly began to open. "But I also want to take you on another car. Unfortunately mine has crashed, so before I get a new one, how about if I get you on Jack’s car? "

"Oh!" Martin groaned as the finger slowly but surely began to slide into him. "Don’t make me such ... uhm ... indecent thoughts ..."