Race With a Heart
Chapter 161: An Anchor Made of Light

Chapter 161: An Anchor Made of Light

"You did well," Steve assured Martin, and he himself felt ashamed. "I wouldn’t want you to have to look at me when I’m so mad again. You would have to be shocked and scared. "

"Not a bit," Martin assured, and there was such certainty in his eyes that Paxton did not think it might be plain, empty bravado. "I’m not afraid of you at all. My only concern is that when you get a little too far, you’ll regret it later. I don’t want you to blame yourself for actually breaking his jaw and nose. "

"You think too well of me," Steve replied, trying to hide his smug smile.

"Not at all," assured Martin. "It is you who still hold too low an opinion of yourself. You are a very good person and you would surely regret it if you did real harm to someone. You may seem tough... I mean, you are tough," Martin corrected immediately, "but you have a good, sensitive heart. Such ... tough guy with a good heart."

Martin finished with a blush that colored his face very charmingly. Looking at him, Steve couldn’t help but smile because his heart was bursting with joy that this sweet boy had entered his life. If all that happened to Paxton had happened to him at a time when he didn’t know Martin, he wouldn’t be able to take it and either he would really kill Don or bring himself to a very pathetic state from which there would be no return for him. Martin was for him an anchor made of light that kept him always within reach of the sun.

"If we were alone at this point, that is, not at work, I would have thrown myself an you," Steve said, looking at Martin not with lust but with affection.

Martin blushed even more, and Paxton regretted his words, as he felt the need to hug Martin even more clearly, to kiss and hammer into him with all the passion of his desire.

"It’s a good thing we don’t work together," Martin said quietly.

"Why?" Steve wondered, and felt a little offended.

"Because every minute I wish you would throw yourself at me and I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on my work."

"Such an explanation I can accept," Paxton admitted smiling like a hungry wolf. "The hell! I’m starting to be hard."

Martin looked around nervously.

"In two minutes, let’s meet behind that barrack" Martin pointed to a place where they had made love before, passionately and strongly, on the green grass.

"Are you crazy?" Steve hissed, surprised that he had to be the more sensible.

"Two minutes," repeated Martin, and made a brisk stride in the direction he pointed.

Paxton cursed softly, but smiled in satisfaction. With Martin in his life, Steve could overcome any adversity.

***

"How are you?" was the first question Jack asked him. "If you experience physical discomfort, I can help you choose the right treatment. The first time can be very difficult if you were unprepared. "

Don Alston looked at him in disbelief, shame and fear.

"Relax, your secret is safe with me," Jack assured. "With us," he added, pointing to Steve and Martin as they hurried away. "They won’t spell a word about your sexual experience. I will not do that either. You may not know it, but I’m gay so kind of understand what you are going through."

"You too?" Don was surprised. After all this conversation in which Don actually admitted to being involved in Steve’s track incidents, does Jack reveal his own secret? "Why are you telling me this? Are you not afraid that I will use it against you?"

Lambert smiled faintly, sadly, but without a trace of hostility.

"The former you could probably do that," he admitted. "But after what you’ve experienced, you won’t do it. Steve was blinded by his rage, and it is hard for him so don’t be surprised by his behavior and words, but you show the change. I don’t know if it will last, I hope it will. I think your initiation has hit your heart really hard. "

"And you are just so able to help me because ...?"

Alston couldn’t finish the question. Shame took his voice away. He wanted to say something like "because someone fucked my ass" but the experience was too intimate, it was too intimate about his intimate zone, for him to say such words aloud.

"Don, you could have made a few mistakes," Jack announced. "A lot of these bugs are really awful and you should get a decent amount of smacking for them. But you’re still so damn young and you can turn back from your wrong path. You’ve only lived a quarter of your life. You have three quarters left. Don’t waste them making mistakes that hurt others."

What Jack was saying to him reminded Alston of what Nelson said many times that Don still had time, that he had his whole life ahead of him and many opportunities. But Alston was never patient. He always wanted everything right away. It wasn’t because he was so spoiled that he got everything he wanted from his childhood. This was because he knew from childhood that the promised ’later’ never came.

Only Nelson’s promises always came true, although Don had difficulty trusting them too.

"But I hurt your friends," Alston remarked. "You have no reason to be kind to me. You should take their side."

"Who will take yours then?"

The question surprised Don. Did Jack really, but really want to be on his side?

"Will you then support me to stay in the stable?"

"If you really want to stay and are able to take any other punishment, then yes. And, of course, you have to promise not to do bad things anymore."

Alston’s heart beat faster with hope. Isn’t all lost yet?

"Do you think I have a chance to stay after all this?" He asked. He did not have much hope for it, but still hope is said to die last.

Lambert nodded.

"And Steve?" Alston asked. Subconsciously, he was afraid of Paxton more and more. His gaze as he looked at Don today was terrifying. He might be cold, might be calm, but there was some dark, demonic passion in him. Alston shivered at the mere mention.

"Contrary to what you think of him, Steve is a good man," said Jack. "You have done him terrible harm and if he decides to tear your legs off your ass, I will hold you so you don’t run away ..."

"Thanks."

"... But he’s not vindictive. If you behave well, if you forget about Martin, Steve will leave you alone. But if you do something wrong and Martina is not around to stop him, you better get your coffin now."

Alston swallowed hard. He had seen twice how threatening Paxton could be in his anger, and he really didn’t want to see a third time. Don really valued his life.

"Thank you, Jack," he said sincerely. "Now I know why everyone likes you so much."

"Only now?" Lambert smiled wickedly.

Don forced a smile too, though with difficulty.

"So real, Jack, what’s going to happen to me?"

"So real? I’m sorry, boy. You can actually fall out of the competition. "

***

"You’re really crazy, do you know that ...?"

Steve couldn’t finish his sentence because Martin immediately threw himself on his neck and silenced him with a kiss. He reached for the Paxton’s fly with one hand and in literally two seconds he embraced his proud manhood.

Maybe Martin indeed was crazy, but he’d found out long ago that sex worked better for Steve than the best sedative, and after Paxton heard Alston’s words, he must have had hundreds of bad thoughts and emotions inside him that hurt his heart and mind. Sex allowed him to get rid of excessive physical and emotional energy. Sex just made Steve feel better. Martin was happy to be there for Paxton when he needed him.

But Martin did not even intend to pretend that he was making a noble sacrifice of his flesh. The truth was, knowing that his body worked so well for Steve was fucking exciting, and - you really don’t need to lie to yourself - having sex with Steve was really wonderful. Martin’s body craved his caresses, which were no longer purely physical pleasure, but became an expression of the strength of their mutual feelings. To be for someone you love and at the same time to enjoy the situation yourself - what more can you want?

The boy dropped to his knees and replaced his hand with his mouth.

"Martin, we don’t have time for this ..." Steve admonished.

"You wouldn’t have come if you really didn’t want to," the boy muttered. "And if that’s what you want, don’t waste our time talking."

Martin’s admonition helped, and instead of reprimands, Steve let out a soft groan of pleasure from his lips. The sound alone made Martin shudder through unspeakable, exciting satisfaction.