Race With a Heart
Chapter 177: A Place that Promises a Lot

Chapter 177: A Place that Promises a Lot

Steve Paxton was strong and brave, but he was only human. He could not be completely indifferent and unfazed when someone - no matter for what reason - harmed him, even though he was completely innocent.

"Steve, are you ...?" Martin asked and looked at the man sitting next to him. Paxton kept his eyes closed and smiled softly and calmly. His breathing was just as calm and deep, as if the man had fallen asleep.

Fell asleep? Really? Like halfway through the conversation? Maybe he was pretending? Maybe, but why would he do this? Was Steve more tired than he wanted to admit after all? Or maybe this trip really allowed him to relax and that’s why he fell asleep halfway?

Martin smiled fondly. Was the old Steve, the one from months ago when the men had just met and Hannah was still almost every minute of his life the same? The boy remembered their first night and... Then Martin didn’t pay attention to it, but yes, Steve sleeping in the hotel room then was exactly the same as he is now - totally relaxed.

Probably only Martin in the world was the only person who could see this side of Paxton. It was probably only in front of him that Steve made no effort to keep appearances, although speaking about keeping appearances was probably not accurate. It was rather that only Martin Steve did not treat as a potential threat, which is why only with him he could relax so much.

It was clear evidence that from the very first day of their intimacy, Paxton considered him special. Even before that, since their intimate contacts had also come from Steve’s initiative. Martin was his choice.

They had been together for a while and had been very close, but Martin knew almost nothing about Paxton. He didn’t even know about his family and why none of the family visited him while Steve was in the hospital. They could not have known about the events that affected Paxton, as all the media had spoken about them, and yet no one in the family had contacted Steve. It was strange to Martin, but Mrs. Robson and Steve himself acted as if it were natural. So the boy did not bring up this topic even once.

Well, Martin didn’t talk about his family relationship either. They usually had more interesting things to do (like wallowing shamelessly in the sheets, for example), but Martin knew absolutely nothing about Steve’s family. Paxton didn’t seem to be a family guy.

But with Martin and within Martin, he felt clearly at ease, and now, in the passenger seat, he was so relaxed that he fell asleep. Or he was so tired.

Miles passed under the wheels of the sports car, and it was nighttime when the GPS showed him that they had reached their destination. It was a small but nice house surrounded by greenery, a bit away from the main road. The gate opened by itself as soon as Paxton’s car was close enough, suggesting there was some sort of signaling device either beside Steve or in the car itself. So Martin pulled up the driveway and stopped in front of the house. The motion detectors responded and the lights came on in front of the building. Martin turned off the engine.

"Well, well, pretty nice," praised Martin. The house looked like an elegant dacha, a secluded haven for wealthy people who, however, did not want to be immersed in splendor.

"Are we there?" Steve asked, stretching. He looked around and yawned furiously. "Yes we are."

"Whose house is this?" Martin asked as he got out of the car. "Karl’s?"

"No," Steve replied doing exactly the same. "My."

"Yours?!"

"Why are you so surprised. Drivers earn a lot of money, as you will soon find out for yourself. You think I spent everything on alcohol and girls?"

"No, but ... This house is really yours?" Martin was incredulous.

"Shall I show you the deed of ownership?"

"No, of course not. But ... I was in the apartment you are renting now and ... It seemed to me that you do not have great expectations as to where you live, and this house..."

"It belongs to me, but I don’t live in it. When I made my first big money, Karl suggested I invest in real estate market. It is a good investment for those who do not want to play on the stock exchange or work in art."

"Ah, ah ..."

Martin was totally ignorant of investing, but he knew Walton was very good at making money, so since the house was Karl’s idea to buy it, it all suddenly made sense.

"Nobody lives in this house?" Martin asked, seeing the lights in all the windows were out.

"Nobody," Steve admitted. "Actually, I bought it with my mother in mind, but she went abroad."

"Your mother?" Martin wondered. "You never talked about her or your father."

"Are you curious? I’ll tell you about them sometime, but not today. I took a nap in the car and gained vigor. I absolutely do not intend to waste our first trip together on such boredom as sloppy family stories."

"And ... what are you going to use it for?" Martin asked, although knowing Paxton he really didn’t have to ask.

Steve smiled very clearly, thus causing a rush of blood to his face and... Martin’s penis.

Paxton didn’t answer a word and started walking towards the house. The door had an electronic lock, which was not so common in the west, and Martin had only seen such locks in Korean dramas or hotels. He had to admit that the sight impressed him a little.

The lights came on automatically, probably triggered by a motion detector, and Martin saw a nicely decorated interior, but devoid of personal touch. On the feathers, you could tell that nobody lived in this house.

"Wow! Have you thought about renting this house to someone?" Martin asked looking around inside.

"But then I wouldn’t have a good place to go with situations like this trip," Paxton explained.

"It’s true," admitted the boy. "It’s a little chilly in here."

"Chilly?" Steve hugged him from behind, wrapping his arms around him. "Something can be done about it."

Ba bum, ba bum! Martin’s heart beat as soon as he imagined what method Steve would use to raise their body temperature.

"Does it seem to me," Paxton asked, "or is your body getting hot already?"

"You are terribly indecent," remarked Martin, "since from the moment you walk in, you only think about sex."

"No, no, no." Steve shook his head. The boy couldn’t see it, but he sensed the movement. "You are very wrong. I think about sex with you practically all the time. I’ve long wanted to do this with you out of town, but the stable is a terrible time thief. You know that I took you with me to make love with you ... "

His breath as he spoke the words straight into Martin’s ear was hot as a volcano’s throat. His touch was firm and commanding, assuring the strength of his desire.

"Is that only what I am for you?" Martin asked defiantly. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from Steve, even if it were to be the same for the thousandth time. "Am I just an object of sexual desire?"

"You damn well know you are so much more to me," Steve assured, and slid one of his hands over to Martin’s belt buckle. He hadn’t touched any of the boy’s private parts, didn’t even come close to it, and Martin was already shivering with excitement.

His body was already familiar with male-male love and it trembled at the very thought of what awaited him in a moment.

"But you’re right," the owner of the house suddenly announced, tearing himself away from Martin’s back. "It’s a bit too cold and I should turn on the heat. Wait a minute, I was away so long ... Where’s the control panel? "

Martin felt a surge of erotic frustration at such abruptly interrupted and so promising foreplay. Steve abandoned him just as Martin’s penis was beginning to readily react to the closeness of another man.

Meanwhile, Paxton wandered for a while lost in the hall and living room, and finally exclaimed joyfully, "Here it is!" he messed with the wall for a while.

Martin knew that delaying physical caresses was a form of prolonged foreplay. He knew his excitement would increase in this way. He also knew that after such little teasing with him, Steve would plunge their bodies into heavenly ecstasy. Even so, he felt disappointed and frustrated because his erotically aroused organ wanted a caress now, not ten minutes or an hour.

So the boy faced a choice - either let Paxton choose his pace, which would drive Martin mad, or he would take the initiative himself.

"Where’s the bedroom?" He asked. "We will probably have to prepare bedding ..."

"I hope not," Steve replied. "I pay the cleaning lady to keep the house ready for guests, so if the bed isn’t ready yet, I’ll deduct it from her paycheck."

"So where?"

"Up the stairs and to the left. Oh, and one more thing, Martin. You know what?"

"What?"

"This house is in a remote area. You can scream with pleasure as much strength in your lungs. "