Race With a Heart
Chapter 126: You Gave Color to My Life and Warmth to My Heart

Chapter 126: You Gave Color to My Life and Warmth to My Heart

"Is it like a Christmas gift that you wait for several months and then are afraid to unpack because you are afraid of disappointment?" Paxton asked. He really was curious how Martin perceived what had happened between them. How did it happen that despite such an ugly beginning they were now in such a beautiful place?

If Marti had trouble finding the right comparison, the right words, maybe Steve will be able to help him?

Martin made a scowl that said that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

"How about chasing dreams?" Steve made a second attempt. "You want something very much, but you don’t have the courage to reach for it?"

Martin’s expression showed that Paxton was closer this time.

"It’s like dreaming a star in the sky," said Martin, who seemed to have found the appropriate analogy. "You can safely dream of this star, of living on it like the Little Prince, but when one day that star stands in front of you and says ’take me, I want to be yours’, you start to panic because you never really thought it could happen. The stars should stay in the sky. "

"Same idols?" Steve asked.

"Yes. For a fan, the idol is a safe fantasy. A fan in his fantasy can do anything with an idol because he is completely safe. "

"But when a fan becomes the object of an idol’s fantasy, is it wrong?"

"Very," admitted Martin with a heavy sigh.

"I’m sorry. I really didn’t think about the consequences then ... "

"I have no grudge against you!" Martin said eagerly. "I want you to know that that night, although very scary, became a wonderful memory for me. And I want you to know why it happened that I think like that. "

"A bit like a virgin’s wedding night ..." Paxton noted.

"What the hell?!" Martin was indignant. "Oh, you found a really bad comparison!"

But it was pretty good for Steve.

"You haven’t had much more experience yourself," attacked Martin. "You admitted it yourself!"

"Maybe I had, maybe I didn’t ... You know, I got hit also in my head and I don’t remember everything clearly ..."

An angry, Martin punched him on the side of his hip. Although the blow was very weak and was additionally weakened by Steve’s blanket, Paxton began to show his suffering.

"Au, au, au, auuUUUuuuuu ...!"

"Don’t overdo it!" Martin punched him again, but this time Paxton grabbed his hand and, holding it, looked him straight in the eye.

"Don’t worry about Dave," he told him just like that. "We knew this would happen to us. But luckily for one Dave there is Sid, Teddy, Mrs. Robson, Jack, Karl ... "

"Karl?" Martin was surprised. "Karl knows? Well, he must have suspected something when, after Hannah died, he wanted me to look after you ... "

"Karl did what?" Paxton asked in surprise. "This is the first time I hear about it!"

"There was nothing to talk about, anyway I forgot, and besides why should I say it?

"Sorry, you’re right. You just surprised me. I thought Karl ... "

Steve thought Karl did not accept Martin because he felt jealous. This would even be understandable to some extent, since the relationship between Steve and Karl did not end naturally, but was very brutally broken, so they did not get used to the change. Walton got engaged to Anna pretty quickly, but it was going to be a marriage of convenience. Anna was a great woman and Karl genuinely liked her, maybe even loved her, but every time Walton helped Paxton with something, the driver felt he was more important to Karl than a friend.

As lovers, they were only together for a moment, too briefly to really close the relationship, but they were friends for a few years. Friends...

Why didn’t Karl tell him about his conversation with Martin? It was right after Hannah died... Karl had to expect Paxton to be in a terrible mental and emotional mess, to be unable to handle himself, and Karl...

Something warm appeared in Steve’s heart.

Walton knew that Steve was going to have a hard time and knew that he alone could not help him in this situation. He also knew that Paxton liked the young mechanic enough not only to sleep with him but also to start talking. Karl really was a good friend, although a little too overprotective at times.

Paxton smiled with satisfaction.

"Steve, why are you smiling so?" Martin asked.

"Do you mind?" the driver became provocative again.

"No. I really like your smile ... You’ve been smiling a lot lately. Especially after this accident. They had to give you really good drugs ... "

Paxton laughed, astonishing Martin.

"Maybe you’re right," he admitted, "only with one slight difference. You are the best medicine for me. "

"Don’t make fun of me," the young mechanic asked.

"I’m not kidding," Paxton assured him. He still had a smile on his face, but he was no longer laughing. He didn’t want Martin to think for a moment that he was a joke. "I have told you this before and, if necessary, I will repeat until the end of the world that you gave color to my life and warmth to my heart. These words may sound like a cheap romance to others, but to me they are the truest truth. Even Ms. Robson can see it. "

"Hannah’s mother is a nice woman," noted the young mechanic. "I didn’t expect you two to be so close."

"She knows me from diapers," Steve replied. He felt a certain nostalgia for the times he was talking about, the times of innocent childhood, where maybe not everything was perfect, where between the screams of his parents, a little boy, covering his ears with his hands, was hiding under the table. But then there was still innocence in this boy. "I guess she was always the good aunt next door to me. She’s a really good woman who treats me like a real son. "

"And your real mother?"

Steve didn’t even want to think about her, so he had to distract Martin somehow.

"You look like you haven’t had dinner yet."

"I had no appetite," said Martin.

Paxton started pecking disapprovingly and shaking his head.

"The food they give here is practically inedible. I understand some people consider salt white death - or maybe sugar? - but not to give absolutely any seasoning? " Steve complained. "Nevertheless, I ate everything so as not to lose my strength and when I finally go free, have them to show our acquaintance convertible what I can do ..."

"Steve!"

The erotic joke, however, relaxed the atmosphere, and Martin smiled, pretending not to.

Martin may have been brave and daring, but he was also honest and innocent. Looking at him, listening to his voice, touching his warm skin was indeed Paxton’s best, one hundred percent natural remedy for an aching heart.

Martin was simply the best Steve could meet in his life.

He was too good to really exist in his life, and perhaps one day he will disappear as Karl predicted, but until that happened, Paxton would try to get as much happiness out of his presence as possible. Just enough for him to last for the rest of his life, even if it was only in his memories.

"When I get discharged, I’ll go visit you at work ..." Steve offered, still thinking about the raised hood of the convertible.

"Are you crazy?" Martin was indignant. "You should still lie in bed and rest!"

"But it’s not funny," said Steve. "Besides, if they let me out, it means I can function almost normally now, right? I can’t run marathons, but I’m getting out of bed already. "

"Really?"

God, how sweet Martin was at that moment with his concern! It was so hard for Paxton to hold back from dragging the boy to bed, but sometimes a man has to act like a man and sacrifice himself for the greater good.

"Shit, stop being so sexy. Best of all, just go home now," Steve asked. "Eat a decent dinner, but not too large so that it is hard for you to sleep. Preferably something warm. "

"I didn’t know you were an expert on food," Martin remarked slightly sarcastically. "

"With Mrs. Robson and Karl behaving like my mother, I learned more than I wanted," Paxton admitted. "You really should go now. It’s late and you’ve had a rough night last night. Don’t make me worry about you. "

Martin looked reluctant to leave his side, and Steve suddenly thought the boy would return to his little apartment, where no one was waiting for him. He would go back to the four empty walls and to the cold bed. Alone, he would meditate on Paxton’s condition, worrying about him, though there was no need to. Maybe he will consider how to save his good relationship with Dave? Martin had so many worries on his mind!

Oh, sweet Martin! When Steve leaves the hospital, he’ll do his best to be a wonderful support for him. He will stop selfishly taking, start giving. By convincing Karl that Paxton should be replaced by Martin, he gave the boy a chance to show his best side, but also to fulfill his childhood dream. Martin would be able to compete in a real professional competition and Steve was absolutely sure he could handle the challenge perfectly.

Martin stood up, resigned, with a heavy sigh.

"You’re right," he said. "You should rest too," he smiled faintly.

Steve suddenly felt a twinge in his heart. "It’s only two days. The day after tomorrow I will be free. Then we’ll be together almost all the time. So keep your head up, okay? "

Martin sighed, but his face brightened.

"Okay," he promised. "I guess it’s because I’m hungry."

They said goodbye and Martin left, but Steve was beginning to be seriously concerned about his young lover. Martin should always have only a smile on his face.

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