Race With a Heart
Chapter 193: Must be Patient

Chapter 193: Must be Patient

Fergus’ Stable helped Paxton survive the most difficult period of his life. Now, due to his health problems, the stable is in a difficult situation.

They were only halfway through the season. Steve won’t be back on track anymore, so someone else has to take his place. Who? It was the middle of the season, off-transfer period, they won’t find anyone fast enough and Fergus’ Stables will suffer losses.

Martin was the only solution and he was the right solution, he just had to focus on the race ahead, not on the fear that his lover’s and idol’s professional career was over. Martin was supposed to focus on winning, not pity.

The world hasn’t collapsed yet. Shortly after hearing the doctor’s judgment, Steve felt as if everything had just started to collapse, but it wasn’t like that yet. Not yet. Five percent of the odds is so little, but always more than if he hadn’t had a chance, and talking to Karl helped him visualize it.

As long as there was hope in him, as long as he had people around him to support him, Steve would try to fight, he must, otherwise the despair he knew so well would begin to creep out of the darkroom where Steve had locked her up with Martin’s help.

Paxton even managed to smile when he met Martin in his little apartment that evening. He was very tired and had a headache, but the sight of this wonderful young man radiating love was truly pleasantly beautiful.

"How was your day?" Martin asked.

"Average," Paxton admitted, still smiling warmly. It was Martin who acted on his heart. "I was at the doctor today with my test results."

"And what?"

"She changed my medication dosages, recommended specialized, idiotic exercises. I am to avoid exertion and stress and generally laze a lot."

"That doesn’t sound very professional."

"Right?" Steve laughed. His mood really improved, although at the same time something hurt in his heart. It might have had something to do with a state similar to the mild intoxication that vertigo caused him and... Martin. "It is nothing fatal and the treatment process is perfect for lazy people. You’ll have to have a little understanding with my getting out of bed later."

"Really just that?" Martin was incredulous.

"Really," Steve lied smoothly. "There should be a clear improvement in a few days. But during this time I better not be driving. On the leaflet of my medicine I read an interesting note: ’This medicine has not been found to adversely affect your ability to drive, but if you are taking this medicine, you shouldn’t drive.’ Funny, don’t you think?"

Martin didn’t look amused, but he smiled, pretending he was. The young man’s heart was full of anxiety, which Martin could not hide. If Steve had told him the full truth, a sincere, loving heart would probably break.

"It’s curable," Steve reassured him. He didn’t lie, the five percent chance is curable after all. "But it takes time. It is not known whether these drugs will be appropriate, the doctor said that they do not work equally well for all of patients, and you need to look for others, choose the right dose. But it’s a bit better already."

"Really?"

"Of course!" This time, Steve wasn’t lying. "Tinnitus doesn’t bother me so much anymore. I also wake up more refreshed. After increasing the dose it will be even better, only..."

Paxton saw Martin clearly become concerned. Steve was absolutely unable to tell him the whole truth. Martin would be so worried, and Paxton was unable to comfort and calm him, not now, with one foot alone in a slightly intoxicating state of dizziness and the other standing in the black slime of despair.

"Only a week is not enough," he announced with the warmest smile he could afford. "Karl already knows I’m not back on track yet."

He also knows that most likely Steve will never come back on track. But Martin doesn’t need to hear this news right now. First, let him get used to the track, then Paxton will say that the drugs don’t work so well, they need to experiment a bit ...

There will be no real experimentation, but with this the information shock will be slightly less. Martin will just get used to the thought of Steve backing off the track. Everyone in the stable will have time to get used to it.

But knowing Paxton was lying to Martin didn’t make him feel any better. The black abyss looked at him, waiting. Steve wanted to reveal his pain to Martin, he wanted to feel his warmth and support, but he couldn’t bear to see his sad and pity eyes.

"You’re not coming back yet...?" Martin asked thoughtfully. "You’re probably disappointed, huh?"

"I am," Paxton admitted frankly. "And I’m sad. Do you cheer me?"

Martin’s eyes shone with a familiar, passionate light and his lips smiled implicitly.

"No, not that," Steve replied, feeling a painful sting. "Sorry, I feel a little... tired. I just wanted to fall asleep in your arms."

If Martin was disappointed, he didn’t show it.

"You can fall asleep in them, you can sleep in them, and you can wake up in them. I’m all yours."

***

Martin may not have been the smartest man in the world, but he could sense the moods of the people he loved quite well. So he knew that Steve Paxton asleep in his arms was depressed. He was just not sure why?

Of course, he knew that this terrible tinnitus was teasing Steve and making him very tired. They worsen his well-being and condition. There were times during the day when Steve was so tired that he had to lie down, which was a pain for a healthy and energetic athlete. Sometimes he couldn’t fall asleep at night, rolling from side to side or standing up. It was all bad for his mood, but today was different. Today Steve looked more like himself when Hannah died and he didn’t have time for proper mourning. He was acting like someone trying to deal with tragic news but not yet able to do so.

It was at this point that Martin’s heart crept into his heart as to why Steve felt this way?

Is it because the doctor has forbidden him to compete in races yet? Paxton tried not to show it, but he really missed the track. He was very excited to think that soon he would be able to train with Martin by racing him, albeit only for a test. Steve forced himself to be patient as the ribs healed, but every cell in his body yearned for him to get back at the wheel of the sports car, especially with a brand new one, not yet a month old waiting for him. Meanwhile, the doctor forbade him to ride a little more. Steve must have been very disenchanted, very disappointed. Was that what made him sad?

May be so. Steve has suffered so much in recent years and even months that now life should only give him joy, otherwise Martin will seriously doubt whether there is justice in this world.

Steve wanted Martin to do the race, and Martin would do it. Now that his lover feels more depressed and discouraged, Martin will take off as if his own life depended on it. He will drive like the devil and make Paxton proud of him.

And then, as a reward, Martin will get such intense sex from him that they both sail away into the sweet land of the unconsciousness.

***

Kevin had a very nice, erotic dream. It was one of those dreams that when awakened makes a man vent his tension. Waking up, Moore clearly felt the tension in his penis and ... the careful, though gentle caress of someone’s hand.

"I’m not asleep anymore," he yawned slowly. "You can do it harder."

"Finally!" Jack Lambert rejoiced, but he did not increase his movement, but under the sheet he started to move all the way down "I thought you would never wake up."

Kevin sighed relaxed and rolled onto his back. Yawning, he folded his hands behind his head and, completely lazy, relished the fact that at that moment his swollen cock begins to sink into his lover’s hot mouth.

"You could have sucked me while I was asleep," he announced.

"But I couldn’t do that," Jack muttered, putting his finger to the entrance to Kevin’s anus. Moore bit his lower lip as a finger slowly entered him. "And I couldn’t help myself."