Race With a Heart
Chapter 219: Everything For Him and Me

Chapter 219: Everything For Him and Me

Martin absorbed Steve’s breath into himself. Dominated, crushed so that he almost couldn’t move, he had the feeling that with each of his thrusts Paxton was pouring a part of himself into him - his emotions, his heart, his weakness and his masculine strength. Not as if into an empty vessel, but as if into a being with whom he longs for unity and from whom he wants to be completely exposed.

How different it was from their early days, where pure sex dominated!

It was better now, oh yes, although Martin felt pain in his heart. Steve was in pain. His heart, his mind, were lost and his body spoke clearly about it. A body that again tried to drown out the pain of the soul with a slightly stronger embrace than always.

"I love you, Steve..." groaned Martin. "I love you..."

Paxton stopped. He became softer, less possessive.

"Oh, Martin..." he said no more, but he didn’t need to. Martin knew. Steve loves him too.

"Finish, come inside me," Martin asked. "I love it when you do."

Oh yes, he definitely loved it when the encompassing Paxton accelerated. He loved that moment when the near ejaculation stopped swollen, hard, thick enough to barely fit inside him, and finally released his semen - deep, flooding Martin’s entire interior. A true moment of union.

"Oh, oh, YEEEESSSS...!!! Martin let out his ecstasy as Paxton lowered himself into him.

Steve breathed heavily, with satisfaction, and slid out of Martin. He unceremoniously turned him on his back and said:

"And now we’ll take care of your front..."

Martin, who had just experienced a powerful orgasm turned pale. Steve was simply insatiable. Always insatiable.

"Take good care of him," he asked spreading his legs in front of his lover. Sexier than Steve Paxton licking his ass was only Steve Paxton swallowing his semen....

A head of dark, slightly overlong hair dived between Martin’s spread thighs and the young driver felt a wet lick on his testicles. Steve embraced the root of his member and squeezed causing him pain. The pressure there disrupted normal activities, which heightened the erotic tension. Martin bit his lower lip. He arched his back. Such fun was highly erotic, but....

"Steve, no... Tomorrow we have a race..."

"I forgot..."

The embrace eased. Even Paxton’s greedy tongue became a tad softer. It sensually danced over Martin’s testicles flooding him with pleasure....

Martin reached out his hands and slid his fingers into Steve’s dark hair. Martin’s cock, proudly erect, was a bright, cylindrical spot against Paxton’s head. The caressed man imagined his member disappearing into Steve’s hungry mouth... Martin swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

"Suck me," he asked, unable to wait any longer. "Steve... my dick..."

Black, glowing eyes lifted to him, deep and boundless like two starry galaxies. His heart leapt at Martine. Those eyes full of passion, full of love and sex, always made him sink completely into them and let Steve do everything. Well, maybe for almost everything.

Gazing into those galaxies of desire, Martin got the impression that time had suddenly slowed down. He could clearly see Steve’s smile full of perverse satisfaction and his lips approaching the head of Martin’s penis. Slowly his tongue slid out and formed the sharp apex of a triangle. The apex of the triangle touched the glans exposed by the foreskin and Martin trembled with pleasure.

"Oh, Steve...!"

His exclamation expressed impatience. Paxton loved to tease him in one way or another. His specialty was delaying Martin’s pleasure and making it even greater. Just like a naughty boy who loves to play pranks on someone that ended with something very positive for the victim.

Martin bit his lower lip to keep from screaming again. The walls weren’t made of paper, but they weren’t soundproof either. Martin stifled a scream, but was afraid that his breathing and his heartbeat were so loud that the whole building knew Steve was driving him crazy again.

Martin covered his eyes with his forearm and felt the hot, moist tunnel of Paxton’s mouth and throat slide over his penis. Steve’s tongue, his lips, knew exactly what to do to make Martin’s eyes darken. A shudder shook the young man.

If it had been anyone else, Martin would have run away screaming. But it was no one else, no other man who devoured his body, it was simply Steve, his Steve. And Steve was the man Martin had loved since... At that moment, Martin felt he had always loved him. And he would love him always.

"Oh, Steve...!" He groaned approaching another orgasm and the semen surging inside him. "I already...!"

He launched himself into that moist, hot cavity feeling his cheeks burn. He didn’t dare look at Steve, who was just releasing the penis he had sucked earlier. He mustn’t look at him, because then....

He looked at the exact moment Steve raked his lover’s cum from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. This view was...

Steve smiled seeing Martin’s gaze on him and the younger driver trembled again. He still couldn’t believe that someone could look at him with eyes full of so much love....

***

Steve Paxton was lying on his back with his head facing Martin. He was asleep. His naked torso, although slim, was athletic and hard. Beautiful. And beautiful were his nipples, hard from the cold.

Martin pulled the thin quilt over Steve. He didn’t want Steve, who had been welted by sex, to catch cold. He himself had put on a T-shirt for the sake of the cold. Now sitting on the bed he looked at his man.

Martin did this quite often. He looked at Steve when he was sleeping. Only then could he savor his beauty to his heart’s content without risking being drawn into some erotic... context. Steve sometimes acted like an erotomaniac. Martin laughed quietly so as not to wake his lover. Sometimes like an erotomaniac he acted. Steve acted like that all the time. But only with Martin. And Martin was happy about it.

Steve Paxton has come a long way to get to the point where one partner is the answer to all his needs, and it’s not at all about the needs of the body. His guilt-stricken heart had also finally found solace for itself after years of suffering, and Martin was happy to have found it with him.

But Martin was not going to dwell on the past. He wanted to look boldly into the future. And he wanted to build it with Steve. Only... he didn’t quite know how to go about it.

Martin sighed. He was only in his twenties, so he had a right to be immature, naive and a little silly, but sometimes he felt like he was the adult in their relationship. Steve wasn’t childish, he wasn’t naive, but because of Hannah his life came to a standstill when she had that terrible accident. Paxton was then only a little older than Martin is now, and because of his guilt he unconsciously took the path not of development but of some kind of social and emotional regression. Or at least that’s what Kevin, Jack’s guy, would call it.

Steve was definitely not childish, but he was probably a big boy. First an alluring bad boy from dark fantasies, now... a teenager in love. He rode like a fiend on the track, and he could take care of business too when he had to, but when it came to simply organizing his life, Martin felt ten years older than him.

’But I love him,’ thought Martin and sighed affectionately. ’I really love him in such a way that it hurts...’ Sometimes pain can be so pleasant!

Tomorrow they will ride in a race as rivals. It may only be a test race, but for them it will be something more. This race will decide their future at the Fergus Stables and ultimately the development of their future. What will the future look like for the pair of lovers Martin and Steve if they work together as drivers? What will it look like if Martin leaves the stable? And what will it look like if Steve is unable to return to...?

No, this third option does not exist! Steve Paxton was born to be a driver. It’s his destiny. For anyone else it might be a dream come true, an ambition fulfilled, but for Steve it was a heartbeat away. When he was in danger of not returning to the track due to illness, Steve was heartbroken. If the situation were to repeat itself now, it would certainly not end well for him. Martin would not be able to watch his beloved man once again roll down into the dark place he had struggled so hard to get out of. He simply could not look at it. Along with Steve’s heart, his own would break.

Therefore, Martin must not let this happen. He must do everything possible to get Steve back in the game and once again be the best as he deserves. At this point, that was Martin’s overriding goal.

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