Race With a Heart
Chapter 230: Something is Coming...

Chapter 230: Something is Coming...

Someone was panting. Someone was moaning. They were not moans of pain, but of pleasure. Moans that are made by someone subjected to an almost unearthly caress. Hearing them, he swallowed his saliva. What was going on here?

"Oh, Steve..." he heard a male voice. "I feel... so good!"

He stopped surprised. His heart began to beat faster out of tension and curiosity and in his mouth he felt the desert bathed in the midday sun. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was impossible! Or was it? After all, "Steve" came to pick him up so often that they must have been close, closer than normal buddies or workmates. So it was that kind of acquaintance.

He swallowed his saliva again although his throat was too dry. He had to, had to check it out. He had to find out...

"God, Steve...!"

That cry, that groan said one thing. They said everything. With one eye looking at the smartphone display, the other at the scene happening, he recognized that a deity had just smiled at him. He smiled too. With the proof of this obscene love in hand, he will be able to not worry about money for the rest of his life.

Life truly could be beautiful!

***

Breathing heavily, Martin put his arms around Steve’s head and bestowed a passionate kiss on him. He felt happy and relaxed so he was smiling with satisfaction. This guy really knew how to capture his body and give him maximum pleasure. Martin took a moment to calm his raging heart and body trembling with ecstasy.

Steve reciprocated the kiss and helped him get dressed. They did it hastily so as not to be caught by anyone. Martin looked around to see if anyone had come in while they were busy with each other, but he didn’t see anyone. They were safe.

"You’ll let me finish my work, right?" he turned back to his lover.

"Sure. Will it bother you if I sit next to you and watch?"

"No, but what will we say if August sees us? I think Teddy knows about us, but August doesn’t suspect anything."

"We can talk about our today’s race, about your future plans..."

"Mine?"

Steve nodded and squatted da folding chair standing nearby.

"Damn, I’m missing a cigarette," he admitted looking around the interior . "You know, I’ll go in this race."

"Really?" Martin’s heart leapt with joy. He was so thrilled he could have thrown himself around Steve’s neck if he wasn’t afraid someone would see them. "I’m so happy! So you have no problem getting back on the track?"

"I think I don’t. I mean I’m not one hundred percent convinced, but you, Karl and Larissa are right. I have to orchestrate it. I am, after all, a racing driver."

Martin didn’t even try to hide his broad smile. He was really happy with Steve’s decision. Not only will he be able to see him on the track, this great champion, but on top of that he won’t have to start himself! This situation had only advantages.

"It’s going to be a fantastic race!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I wonder which of you will win pole position. Jack will not sell his skin cheaply."

"No one is asking him to do that. I’m a little rusty, so I can’t promise anything, except that I’m not cheap either. And who are you going to cheer for?"

Martin felt himself blush embarrassed by this question more than by what he had done with Steve a moment ago. He shyly lowered his eyes.

"Do you really have to ask?"

"No, I guess not," Steve laughed warmly and Martin felt a renewed sense of excitement for the upcoming race. He was so happy that Steve had regained his confidence! He was worried about him completely unnecessarily!

"I miss the times when I used to sit with Teddy and the guys in front of the TV. You know, we formed a sort of fan club. Beer, chips and good sports!" mused Martin.

"Don’t tell me it was better than actually attending the races," croaked Steve in disbelief, resting his elbow on his knee and supporting his head with his hand.

"A little bit, yes," he admitted. "When you’re on the track, you’re alone against everyone else. When you’re with your colleagues, you play together. Even if only as supporters."

Martin noticed that Steve was looking at him curiously, investigatively and a warm smile never left his lips. Butterflies danced in Martin’s heart and a blush covered his cheeks once again. That look was a tad embarrassing, so he opened the Impala’s hood and leaned over the engine.

"It’s just a different kind of emotion," he explained embarrassedly.

"I can only imagine. So what, you won’t sign a contract as a driver?"

"I didn’t say that," he admitted, "because I don’t know yet. I’m sorry." He probably should have had an answer by now, but deciding his future was not at all that easy, especially with so many factors at stake!

"Loreen Benson, the woman you met today, has a lucrative business proposal for the stable."

"Really?" quipped Martin. "Hm, she didn’t look like a serious business woman..."

"And she wasn’t one until a few months ago, but everyone has to grow up."

Martin tightened his lips. Yes, he too should become a real man and start making manly decisions. He should stop hanging around the bushes and decide whether he wants to stay in the stable as a driver....

"Did you have a chance to talk to Karl about our race? Why was it stopped? Did he make an appropriate assessment?" he asked.

"We didn’t exactly talk about it," Steve explained reluctantly. "I think he was more interested in the proposal that Loreen made. But I’ll tell you about that in another place..."

***

The house was strangely and unpleasantly empty. And quiet. Knowing that he would return to just such an interior, Jack went to dinner with Loreen Benson. The woman drank some wine but not enough to make her lose her sanity. They talked a little about social gossip, a little about possible cooperation. It was even nice for such a meeting, but Lambert’s thoughts were not at that table in the expensive restaurant but with Kevin, who was now doing God knows what.

Jack missed and worried about his guy. Admittedly, Professor Moore had only gone for a consultation, but it must have been an unpleasant and attention-grabbing affair since he had to stay overnight and didn’t call Jack even once. Maybe he was now looking at some unpleasant crime scene, full of blood or severed limbs... Maybe he was listening to the pathologist’s report while inhaling the hospital smell of disinfectants or whatever else is used during an autopsy... Maybe he was talking to some criminally insane person trying to get information out of him about the next victim....

Jack thought that maybe it would be better if Kevin didn’t have to be in such places and among people imbued with evil. He was afraid that such places would hurt Moore. He knew it wasn’t bad yet, but he had already begun to notice the darkness in his lover’s eyes. Someone once said, Jack couldn’t remember if it was a character in some movie or maybe a teacher at school, that if someone looks into the abyss for too long, the abyss will eventually look at him. Jack was afraid that the day would come when the abyss would look at Kevin and he wouldn’t be there with him then. That’s why he was so anxious to give up his job at the stable right now.

Jack looked around the empty living room, which held so many beautiful memories. That couch remembered so much... And that beautiful Persian carpet....

Kevin hadn’t called him back once since he left. He only wrote this text. Maybe Jack should call him, but he didn’t want to distract him. Conducting an investigation required proper focus, especially if you were dealing with some devious degenerate, and almost all the cases Kevin faced were just that. So Jack sent him a message full of love and warmth. Then a second one. He was still waiting for a reply.

He didn’t want to think that something bad had happened. He preferred to assume that Kevin was busy investigating. After all, it happened more than once that, immersed in reading police files, Moore forgot about the world and it took an outside force to return him to reality. It was probably the same this time.

Jack, however, could not stop worrying. And he probably never will stop, as long as his loved one has to contend with the worst that the human species has to present. Jack wishes Kevin would forget about his job and focus on something else. Maybe let him analyze the behavior of burglars or petty thieves. Someone has to fight such crime, too. But Kevin’s career was his own decision and Jack had no right to interfere with it in any way. The prospect of lonely evenings full of anxiety was not a pleasant one, but as long as work was important to the Professor, Lambert had to support him. After all, that’s what love was all about.