Race With a Heart
Chapter 242: Valentine’s Day Special 4

Chapter 242: Valentine’s Day Special 4

So Martin, not quite understanding what was going on, looked.

In front of them stretched the river, whose current reflected the light of the stars and nearby buildings and the sea of city lights a little away. Like in a fairy tale, the lights crept across the water transporting their eyes to an enchanting fantasy world. So there were places as charming as this, places where young Steve eased his loneliness of a teenage boy. The view was beautiful, but Martin’s eyes turned to Paxton, whose confession made him shudder.

Did Steve really think that? Did he really feel that way?

Martin’s heart went wild. Is he...? But... how? How could it be that Steve was saying something like that to him right after he had been so enthralled with the actor in the cinema? Here was something decidedly incomprehensible.

"This place... Are you sure you want to show it to me specifically?"

"Of course. There is no one else in the world."

"Are you sure?" Martin felt like an idiot, but he had to ask. "What if you could take this actor here...?"

"What actor?"

"Well, the one from today’s movie. You did like him..."

Steve looked at him as if he wanted to solve some logic puzzle and was not a master at these games.

"I liked him?" Suddenly I think he got it all figured out, because he laughed and replied. "He’s handsome, yes, he plays nice, but that’s it. I had no desires, no fantasies starring him, I just enjoyed a good movie. I thought you might like it because there was a lot of action in it, and I’ve heard that many young men praised the film just for that. Well, and it’s appropriately romantic for Valentine’s Day. It was really just about the movie. Why would I want some actor from the screen when I have you in real life?"

Martin stood as if petrified. So Steve had chosen this movie specifically for Valentine’s Day, specifically to appeal to Martin, who liked a similar vibe? So this was all part of Steve’s Valentine’s Day plan? But Martin was foolish to let doubt creep into his heart!

"Oh, Steve..."

"Why are you blushing, silly?"

"Because I thought, I thought..."

"Why do you not believe in us so much?" Paxton tenderly stroked his cheek. "It’s probably my fault. I have no experience in normal relationships. I’m still learning how to be a normal guy. I wanted to surprise you and you ended up doubting me. But Martin, when I have you by my side, I don’t need anyone else. No one."

As a confirmation of these words, or perhaps to convey the strength of his love, Steve took Martin’s face in his hands and slowly pressed his lips to Martin’s mouth. Martin felt electricity flow through his spine and a cloud of butterflies rise up in his belly ready to fly. He spread his lips inviting Steve inside and his tongue slowly crawled inside him embracing his tongue with a moist, sensual caress.

Steve really loves him, wants him and needs him, Martin realized as he felt his nipples harden under his clothes. Something else was hardening for him to, a little bit lower. Steve, this perfect man, needs him and he just confessed it to him. Oh!

Despite the coolness of the evening, he became hot. The image from the online catalog and the awareness of the package waiting in the car appeared in his mind. But the thought that they were about to make love in this chill made him shiver unpleasantly. Nevertheless, he muttered uncomfortably: "I want you!"

Yes, he desired all of him, and as soon as possible. Steve could do wonders with his body, which before Steve had never known the touch of a man. The softness of a woman was pleasant, but could not compare in sensuality with the hard body of a man whose greatest pleasure was domination. Steve discovered layers of pleasure to Martin that he didn’t know existed. That’s why now Martin wanted him so much, him and only him.

"Oh, Steve...!"

"Let’s go!"

Paxton suddenly took his hand and pulled him down the hill toward the car and the nearby lights. Martin, following him, guessed that these lights were coming from the windows of some house or houses surrounded by spruce and pine trees. Could it be some sort of boarding house? Steve didn’t plan to stop at the car leading him straight toward the lights, but Martin remembered something very important.

"The package!"

Steve looked at him as if to ask if it was really that important now, but he stopped and let Martin take it from the car.

"This is my gift to you," Martin announced blushing.

"Ah!"

Steve again held his hand and again dragged him toward the traffic lights, completely as if he was afraid that Martin would escape him. After a dozen steps they found themselves almost in front of the door of what actually looked like a boarding house decorated with lights.

"Good evening!" A lady from the staff called out. "Dinner awaits!"

"Later," announced Steve groggily and pulled Martin up the stairs. Martin didn’t have time to either look inside or even notice what the woman greeting them looked like. He could barely keep up with Steve, who clearly wanted only one thing - to drag him to bed as soon as possible.

Martin trembled as Steve dragged him into a room where candles gave off a romantic glow and an erotic scent. He shuddered when, in his hot passion, Steve thrust into his mouth again and, burning with lust, began to pull the clothes off Martin and himself. The package fell out of Martin’s hands, and although it didn’t make much noise, it reminded him of its existence.

"There’s something in the package that I want to... use," muttered Martin pulling away from Steve, who seemed to be all over his body.

"So... it’s THIS kind of package?" muttered Steve with satisfaction. "I didn’t suspect you of that..."

"Shut up, I thought you’d like it!"

"Oh, I’m sure of it. Show me, quickly! I don’t want to wait any longer!"

Steve was indeed impatient, but allowed Martin to free himself from his embrace and take care of the package. The younger man himself did not know why he was so anxious to use the gadgets he had purchased, but he knew that he himself was trembling with impatience. He bought it all for Steve, or for himself, flashed through his mind. For both of them, was the only correct answer. Only for Steve and only in front of him could Martin dare such perversion.

At last the package was unwrapped and to the eyes of both men appeared a pink set, which included fluffy handcuffs times two, a ball gag, a blindfold, a fluffy broomstick and a plug with a long fluffy tail. The set was completely soft, yet at the sight of it, Steve’s eyes lit up like two supernovae, and Martin’s entire body was covered in red embarrassment.

"I thought, you know, just for fun, just for the holidays..."

Steve already had the handcuffs in his hands and his gaze went to the bed, which - perhaps on purpose - was provided with a metal frame.

"Oh. Martin...! Take off your shirt! Immediately!"

Suddenly Martin felt even more embarrassed, but obediently obeyed the command. The room was warm, nevertheless he felt a chill on his exposed skin and struggled to restrain the reflex to cover his nipples. He waited anxiously for Steve’s next command feeling a strange pleasure in his heart at the thought of being part of Steve Paxton’s delightful perversion.

If it had been any other man, Martin would never have agreed to stand before him half-naked, ready to bare himself further, awaiting the caresses that would inevitably come. Any other man would have gotten a punch in the teeth from him for the mere suggestion that they go to bed together. Any other man. But Steve was not everyone else, he was the only guy in the world who could not only touch him intimately, but Martin even begged for his touch.

Martin shyly bit his lower lip. He was starting to get impatient. He was beginning to tremble. He longed for Steve to give him another command that would bring him closer to that inevitable and anticipated ecstasy....