Race With a Heart
Chapter 147: The Will of the Man

Chapter 147: The Will of the Man

Steve didn’t smell of leather, gas or cigarette smoke. He didn’t even smell like his expensive, luxurious cologne. He smelled of shampoo and shower gel that hadn’t yet washed off the scent of the hospital. Still, the fragrance was as stunning, as sexy as that one. Because it was Steve’s scent.

Martin, pinned with his strong arms against the front door, enslaved by a passionate wet kiss, felt his knees soften under him. He wanted Steve with every single cell of his body. He wanted Paxton to enter into him now, boldly and forcefully, domineering as he used to, a little even brutally. Oh yes, definitely yes!

This is how Martin’s resolve to persevere in decency so as not to risk Steve’s wound opening up has disappeared.

Every man’s will must have melted in the fire of such a sudden attack of passion. So how could poor Martin keep it? The rumble in his head, the flame in his heart and loins, told him only one thing - he wanted to be under the overwhelming power of Steve Paxton.

Steve’s hands slipped under Martin’s blouse. They were hot and strong and made the boy shiver wonderfully. Paxton’s finger nudged Martin’s hard nipple, making another excited tremor. Not only was Martin’s skin burning, he was burning all over, he could not even bear the waiting for the moment when Steve, his custom, would dare to do more and invade him as if he were storming the gates of a fortified castle. For God’s sake, faster!

Unable to wait for the moment he wanted, Martin slipped his hands under Steve’s shirt himself. He moved them affectionately and suddenly ...

Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. Martin’s fingers found the bandage on Paxton’s abdomen, and the boy instantly remembered Steve’s physical condition. Gathering all his courage and strength, pushed the driver away from him.

Paxton stepped back in surprise and looked at Martin through the eyes of the wounded animal. He gave the impression that he absolutely did not understand the situation, and felt disturbed and even hurt.

"Martin, what are you? Did something happen?"

" Are you completely crazy?!" the boy was indignant and gave him an evil eye. "Do you want your stitches to come off?"

Steve looked confused. It was the first time Martin saw that expression on his beautiful face.

"Nothing will happen to me from something like this. The wound is well sutured and is healing well. Don’t be alarmed," Paxton assured.

"And your ribs?" Martin insisted. "And the rest of your beaten body?"

Martin had no idea if those were the words he said or their tone, but he got the impression that Steve felt ashamed and hurt. Was Martin too hard on him?

Paxton was strong, masculine and dominant, but Martin knew he had a sensitive and wounded heart too. Steve has been through so much, so much dangers and so much stress. So much pain and uncertainty. Sex has always been a way of relieving emotional tension for him, so was it any wonder that he was now looking for that pleasure too? No, Martin could not be surprised by any means. He should be glad that Paxton was waiting for him instead of looking for a random mate.

Steve’s expression clearly indicated that the man felt hurt.

Such a face Paxton would never dare to show in public. Such a face belonged only to people in his immediate vicinity. Martin felt happy and proud to be one of these people, even though it broke his heart knowing he had hurt Paxton.

"I love you and I want you." Martin moved closer. "I was blushing all the way here and... I got hard. I want you more than you can imagine, but if we can’t control our desires and something happens to you ... "

"It will happen to me if I cannot be with you. I will be the first case in history that a human has died of unfulfilled lust! "

Martin had no idea if you could actually die because of it, and what it was like, but he didn’t want to find out about it. His heart pounded in his chest like a bird locked in a too small cage. Just knowing that he was so important to this lovely man made Martin tremble with happiness.

"We’ll do it," the boy promised, staring into Paxton’s dark, deep eyes. He even stood on his toes to keep them as close to his eyes as possible. "We’ll do it today. We will only be more careful, I mean you will be a little less active, but I ... "

At that moment, Martin’s face was covered with a gigantic blush of shame. He couldn’t even say those passionate words. Well, he did not needed to do this after all, because Steve’s eyes lit up with joy.

"Will you do it for me?" Paxton asked, his voice uncertain of expectation.

But ’doing it for Paxton’ was too embarrassing. It is true that he had just announced that he loved Steve and wanted him, but now Martin felt strangely intimidated. It was as if the boy was sacrificing himself for Steve, doing something against his will, and he wasn’t! This was definitely not the case!

"I’ll do it for myself," Martin replied courageously, even provocatively. "I can also be ..."

Maybe he could ’be’ but he certainly couldn’t talk about it yet.

"I will obey you like a lamb," Paxton assured him fervently. "I will carry out your every command, your every order. Do with me as you like. I’m all yours!"

The zeal for this promise heightened Martin’s blush, but it also gave him confidence.

"Well. So let’s set a safe word first. "

"Safe word ..." Paxton’s arms dropped helplessly and his eyes melted like butter on a hot skillet. "Do you know when this term is used? You don’t want to play with me that way. Because of my injuries, you were suggesting it would be gentle. But I... I don’t mind. We just don’t have any gadgets ... "

Martin frowned. Did he say something inappropriate? Something wrong? After all, his point was that if Steve felt painful discomfort in any of his injured parts, he was going to let him know to stop. The word ’hurts’ could break out even with a pleasant caress, so it was about choosing a neutral word that ...

At this point, it dawned on Martin when the ’safe word’ was most often used. The shock of this discovery made the boy gasp.

"I ... I don’t ..." he tried to defend himself from being accused of such lewd intentions, but the cunning smile on Paxton’s lips was also so sweet!

"I know, I know," Steve reassured him. "I joked. But if one day you wanted to try it, I’m all for it. You know, we already have some experiences. "

Martin felt as if he was about to burn with shame. Well, they had these experiences, but they resulted from the course of events, from the fever of the moment, but they hadn’t talked about it before, hadn’t made plans or fantasies. But a bit of tying, a sharp entrance without much preparation, a hand gagged in the mouth - in fact, they had already gone through some preliminary stages, and they were naturally tempted to reach for something more. A real gag, for example, has already appeared in their plans.

But they certainly won’t do it today!

"My only point was, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me about it. You may not want to admit it hurts, but the words ’no’, ’stop’ and the like sometimes break out by themselves, so ... "

"New York," Steve replied without hesitation and completely seriously.

"New York? What’s with him?" Martin asked, not understanding.

"I have never had to shout this word during sex, so I guess it could be used as a safe word. What do you think?"

"Er ... Yes, you are right. New York," Martin agreed, happy to finally move on.

"So what are you actually going to do with me?" Paxton asked. "You know, I thought it wouldn’t be possible, but this whole conversation as you stand so innocently in front of me made me even more excited. If you don’t take care of me quickly, I guess I’ll explode. "

Martin looked down at his immense manhood, swollen, stuffing Paxton’s pants, and looking hard. There was definitely no room in his own pants, too.

"I think ... I think we need to undress at the beginning, so as not to do it frantically later, and you ... You will politely lie on your back. Then I..."

Martin didn’t have to say anything anymore. Steve turned his back to him and, walking towards the bedroom, began to undress and various pieces of his clothes began to fall randomly to the floor. The boy saw Paxton’s strong, springy back and shoulders, his muscular thighs released from his pants, and the moment Steve disappeared through the bedroom door, he saw his extremely sexy buttocks.

At this alluring sight, Martin’s knees gave way on their own. That wonderfully beautiful body of the divine Ares waited for him impatiently. It was waiting for someone as small and insignificant as Martin, and the very thought was ambrosia for boys heart. Martin couldn’t wait any longer. He couldn’t torture himself and Steve anymore.

So he bravely, following in Paxton’s footsteps, entered the bedroom.