Race With a Heart
Chapter 244: Valentine’s Day Special 6

Chapter 244: Valentine’s Day Special 6

Steve slid in slowly feeling the tropical climate saturated with hot moisture begin to envelop him. He shuddered immediately as if he couldn’t stand it anymore, even though those sweet lips had enveloped him for only a moment. Steve was not made of stone, however, and the earlier games had not left a mark on him.

Could it be that he too was almost ready, he thought a little surprised. But he shouldn’t be surprised, after all Martin was so delightful that the mere sight of him deprived him of his senses, especially today....

But a little more, a little more he allowed himself to indulge in this erotic caress. But feeling the moment of ecstasy fast approaching, he withdrew breathlessly and lowered his body to a level where he could touch Martin’s lips with his own. He merely kissed them in what was not even a kiss and brought them close to his ear.

"Thank you for the gift," he whispered sensually. "I appreciate it more than you think, but forgive me, I don’t have the patience for anything more than handcuffs and a blindfold today. If I don’t enter you right now, I’ll go crazy with desire."

Martin swallowed his saliva hard. Ah, what a delightful sound and sight.

"Martin, Valentine’s Day or not, I’m crazy about you. My body depends on yours, and my heart can’t beat away from you. How much you trust me... makes me human. Although a little perverse," he added, changing his position so that he could reach that special soft spot between his lover’s buttocks with his hand. When he inserted the tip of his finger into it, Martin made a delighted, slightly squeaky sound. Steve saw his lover’s penis twitch in impatience and a single, solitary drop appeared on its tip.

"Oh, Martin..."

Steve no longer had the heart or time to tease Martin. With one hand he prepared his tight insides and with the other he caressed his entire body. With his mouth he muscled his skin. He felt as if he were at a feast composed of pure pleasure.

Martin moaned beneath him pleadingly demanding that he finally enter him. A finger alone was not enough for him when he already knew so well the feeling of a male member filling him. For what is a finger when the inside was crying out for something much bigger and thicker, something that would fill him not only to the brim but the limits of his capacity. So Steve couldn’t contain himself any longer, couldn’t wait, and taking advantage of the generosity of the cylinder Martin had purchased, he slid slowly into his lover’s hot and tight interior.

"Ah...!" Martin exclaimed and reddened and turned his face away. He probably would have covered it with his elbow if he had his hands free, but he didn’t, so Steve could enjoy the titillating sight to his heart’s content.

Martin was breathing hard, moaning and gasping as Steve passionately conquered his insides by sliding deep inside him and retreating almost to the gates. Steve no longer knew which of them was closer to heaven at this point.

Together, he thought. Together! Let’s come together, in unity, like one organism, one body....

So they reached in the spasms of an orgasm that almost robbed them of their senses. Steve’s eyes went dark for a moment and his breathing became so heavy, as if his lungs were about to explode. However, he could not allow himself to drift off into sleep, not before he freed Martin from his handcuffs.

The young lover’s freed arms descended on Steve embracing him tenderly. Oh Martin!

"I love you, you know that?" Steve snuggled into Martin as if he were the younger, less experienced one and in need of support and care.

"I know, I love you too, Steve..."

For some time they lay in silence calming their breathing and heartbeats. Their breaths calmed quickly, but their hearts lying so close together for some reason could not slow down. They rushed as if they were racing on a race track.

Moments, however, passed and turned into minutes. Steve had already cooled down after the ecstasy.

"Dinner is waiting for us," he reminded himself. "A romantic one, by candlelight."

"Have you planned it for us?"

"Of course, after all, it’s our first Valentine’s Day."

"I thought you weren’t the type to celebrate something like that."

"Um, I’ve never celebrated it," he admitted. "But this year, for some reason, I felt I wanted to. Maybe because it’s the first time I have someone to celebrate it with?"

"Steve..."

He smiled hearing the tenderness in Martin’s voice. He wasn’t afraid or ashamed of the hint of pity that shone through in his lover’s tone. He knew how pathetic he had been before he met this wonderful young man, and he knew how much he owed him. To him and this combination of tenderness and compassion. Martin’s feelings stemmed not from the fact that he thought Steve was pathetic, but as someone who hadn’t experienced enough love in his life, so he decided to give him enough of it so that Steve would never again suffer from its scarcity. So at that moment Steve was swimming in it as if in the depths of a warm, coral reef-colored ocean, and he was remarkably pleasant about it. Although... it stung him that he was unable to return the same. His love was still to some extent lame and shy, like the love of a dog taken in from a shelter, who is grateful, wants to show it to the fullest, but somewhere deep inside remembers his loneliness and fears that he will return to it again. Yes, one day Steve could return to his black loneliness. What will happen to him then?

"Martin, promise me one thing, okay?"

"What’s that?"

"Promise me that you will never put my welfare before your own."

"What, what are you talking about?"

"Don’t get upset, I didn’t want to spoil the mood. I just don’t want to ever stand in the way of your happiness."

"And do I stand in the way of your happiness?"

"What? No! Where did you get that idea?!"

"And where did you get the idea that you could be an obstacle to me? In any case..." Martin’s voice became indistinct, as if he was embarrassed to utter the next part "currently you are my happiness, so the obstacle is only when you are not with me..."

Steve almost choked for air. In one of his previous lives, he must have saved the country, since now fate has blessed him with such a wonderful man at his side.

"All right," he agreed, feeling his heart turn into a joyful lark flying over the farmland. "I see we’re on the same page."

"Of course, that’s why... That’s why this is my most beautiful Valentine’s Day in my entire life!"

Maybe this dialogue if it had been in a movie would have been considered cheap, but they were not the characters in the movie. They were here and now, entwined in each other’s arms, so intimate that more probably can’t be done.

"I’ll do my best to make our next Valentine’s Day even better. I certainly won’t take you to the cinema to see a movie with a handsome actor knowing how jealous you are."

"Just drop it, please..."

"Why?" he laughed. "I think it was the first time I saw you jealous, and I must admit that you were beautiful then!"

"For you, I’m always beautiful," Martin sounded like he was complaining.

"That’s true. And do you know when I noticed how beautiful you are?"

"No, when?"

"I was in the Fergus Stables. I was standing leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. I was pissed, as usual at the time. I felt, as usual, like the whole world was my enemy. Then I saw some kid looking at me with sparkling green eyes. It took me a moment to realize that it wasn’t a kid, but a young, well-built man who, despite his short height, could boldly be on the cover of a ladies’ magazine... or a gentlemen’s. Just then..."

"But... that’s when we saw each other for the first time!"

"Well..."

"So..."

"It wasn’t love at first sight," laughed Steve. "I wasn’t able to love then. But you definitely caught my attention. Love... came a little later."

Martin’s heart beat a little faster. Steve sensed it and felt happy beyond measure. He embraced his lover’s cheek and, looking into his beautiful, sparkling eyes, added:

"And I believe that this love will stay with me for eternity..."

END OF VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL