Race With a Heart
Chapter 111: There is Love in Some Eyes, Threat in The Other

Chapter 111: There is Love in Some Eyes, Threat in The Other

Alston struggled for a moment, but the taste of Nelson’s lips and his imperious tongue pushing against Don’s mouth made his resistance drop. Then Nelson took his hand and continued kissing him as he guided it to his crotch. The driver shivered as he felt the mass between Nelson’s legs.

The experience was surprisingly pleasant and at one point his hand began to move by itself, examining the foreign organ through the thin material was something extremely interesting. At the same time, Don felt Nelson’s hand tighten on his penis. The sensation was... Unpleasantly pleasant. Surprised, he realized how dangerous this contradiction was.

No! He’s not like that! Don doesn’t like men at all!

Nelson pushed him off his lap onto the couch and stood up. He rubbed his mouth, which showed a trickle of saliva.

"It was just a warning," Nelson announced, looking at Don lying motionless and staring at him. "If you do not get rid of these fantasies about Martin, it may happen that you become for someone a similar object that you want Martin to have for yourself. Remember, there will always be a predator in this world that is more predatory than you. You might as well become someone else’s prey. "

Alston was breathing hard, unable to utter a word. He felt humiliated by the lesson he had just received from Nelson, but worst of all, he felt erotically aroused by him!

"Stop going for whores," Nelson ordered in a dominant voice. "Stop hanging out with girls who don’t represent any level. Stop chasing random fantasies. You’re too good for that! Don’t waste your young life! "

"You think I want to be like this? You think I want these... desires ?! " Don exploded. "This is how I was born! I am the same as my father! "

"Do you want me to hit you again?"

Alston started. Nelson has always been a father, friend, brother, confidant and guardian to him. While they were never close, Nelson was one man Don could always count on and always trust in everything. Don didn’t want to upset him, but neither did he want to be pushed to the role of a passive puppet following orders like his mother. He wanted to be indignant, he wanted to object, and yet he humbly lowered his eyes.

"If you want Martin, I can give him to you," Nelson offered softly. "But why settle for someone like him when you can have someone much better. I can give you any actor, singer, athlete ... "

"I don’t want to!" Alston was indignant. "It’s not like I want anyone. And Martin ... I want to get him and possess him myself. "

"It’s okay," Nelson agreed. "Try to get him and possess him. But if you do something again that deserves my wrath, you won’t be the one who have someone. I will have you. Then your madness will end. "

Don knew it wasn’t an empty promise, so he shuddered. If he upset Nelson again, then what? Then, instead of having Martin, Don will take on his role himself, and he will become another man’s semen bag? For this man’s seed?

Alston swallowed hard. This vision was very disturbing.

"Today I will give additional statements to the police," he promised. "I won’t do anything that deserves your wrath. I swear it. I will not do anything without consulting first and I will trust you in everything."

"That’s good. Don, I want to watch you hit your peak, not your bottom. Some ambitions and desires are good and will help you go up, but others will pull you down. "

"I understand," he admitted.

Nelson smiled at him as he always did, a gentle, understanding smile. But there was more to that smile today. Something more predatory.

As soon as the man left his apartment, Don breathed a sigh of relief.

Nelson was a really dangerous man.

***

Although his eyelids were heavy, Steve lifted them slowly, with difficulty, and tried to make out reality. It was not easy, because his mind weighed a good five tons and what he saw was blurred like a blurry dream.

At this point, Paxton felt nothing, either physically or emotionally. His mind was shrouded in clouds, fog, or sweet cotton candy. It was even pleasant and the driver smiled faintly.

A female silhouette moved against the apricot walls. He knew the older lady but did not recognize her. The woman saw Paxton open his eyes and walked over.

"Steve, are you awake?" the older lady rejoiced. She walked over to him and took his hand. There were tears on her face, and Paxton felt sorry she was crying. Why was she crying? Has something bad happened?

Steve wanted to cheer her up. Whatever happened to her will be fine. But he was unable to raise his hand to touch her face. His body was so heavy that even his eyelids drooped and closed his eyes. Only on his lips remained a warm smile and the pleasant awareness that someone’s warm hands are wrapping his hand.

***

Martin found out that Steve’s condition was good enough to be taken directly to the VIP room. He was taken there directly from the postoperative block as soon as the anesthesiologist was satisfied that there were no complications due to the use of full anesthesia. Paxton’s heart was beating steadily, his blood pressure was also good for a patient in this condition, and there were no signs of complications of any kind, so as soon as he began regaining consciousness, he was immediately taken to a private room. A private room was necessary because journalists had already caught the clue that something had happened to Paxton and had started circling the hospital hunting someone from the Fergus Stables. Although it is difficult to talk about journalists, if for sensation they came to the hospital and tormented the family and friends of patients.

Or at least that’s what Martin thought fearfully as he watched the growing crowd. Do they think that their behavior will help the patient recover? Did they not know that the patients in the hospital needed peace?

Their presence upset Martin, who was worried with all his heart for Steve. He had no idea there was another unpleasant situation ahead of him.

"Sorry, you are not the patient’s family and you are not on the visiting list," the receptionist informed him when he asked which room Paxton was in. "Unfortunately, we can’t let you into the ward."

Martin felt as if someone had shot him straight in the heart.

"But I ... But I ..." he said a little thoughtlessly, desperately, but he couldn’t finish his sentence with an argument that would open the door to the VIP ward for him. He couldn’t say he was Paxton’s boyfriend. Even if he had said it, there was no guarantee he would be admitted because he had no way to prove it. "Can you tell me how I can be on the visiting list?"

"It is enough for one of the patient’s guardians to report you," the receptionist explained very kindly.

"One of the guardians ..." he repeated. "Karl, it must be Karl Walton!"

But Martin didn’t have a phone number for him. He had a number for Jack. He also had to Allen. If he calls one of them ... But maybe Karl is with Steve right now.

"Can you tell me if Mr. Walton is on the ward right now? Please! I have to see Steve Paxton! For a moment. I have to see for myself what condition he is in, so if Karl, I mean Mr. Walton, is ... "

"Karl Walton left fifteen minutes ago" Martin heard a woman’s voice coming from the hallway. He looked around and saw a woman who looked like she was in her fifties.

The boy didn’t know her, didn’t even know who the woman was, but he immediately thought she was Paxton’s mother.

"You’re Steve’s mother?" he asked, feeling his heart beating faster.

"No, but I am his guardian. I am the mother of Hannah, his friend. "

"Mother of Hannah!"

Martin was genuinely surprised. Paxton never told him about his relationship with the girl’s family, but the young mechanic would never have thought they were good enough for the girl’s mother to be his guardian.

"It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Martin ... Steve’s friend from the stables ... "

Martin was confused by the lie he told and the woman’s scrutinizing gaze. She, however, smiled warmly at him and turned to the receptionist.

"Please put this young man on the list of authorized persons. Karl Walton was so busy he didn’t think about everyone. "

"Thank you!" Martin rejoiced, and suddenly his heart felt much lighter. He will be able to see Steve!

The woman waited for Martin to complete the formalities, then led him down the hall to Paxton’s room.

"Thank you for putting me on the list," Martin thanked her again. But how do you know I’m really a friend of Steve? and not an impersonating journalist? "

"I can tell by your eyes," she explained. "You have beautiful, kind and sincere eyes that clearly show how much you love him. I’m glad you opened his heart. "