Race With a Heart
Chapter 53: Adrenalin

Chapter 53: Adrenalin

"Steve ..." the boy turned to face him, but he didn’t know what to say. He just stared as if to see if Paxton was alright.

"I’m fine," assured the driver. He took off his jacket and threw it over the boy’s shoulders. "I’m Steve Paxton, the pride of this city. Contrary to appearances, these types of groups respect people like me. I was in no danger. "

Martin really made sure. Paxton’s jacket smelled of his expensive cologne and leather, but the smell of cigarette smoke was barely perceptible.

A police car pulled up at the car repair shop and two policemen got out. After a while the second joined him.

"This is I who made a call" Steve went out to meet them.

At this point, Martin found that Paxton’s words had a lot of truth to them. Even the policemen recognized him and treated him with more respect than the average witness. Steve explained that he had come to talk to a colleague he had worked with a few days ago, but now Martin had a different job, right in this auto repair shop. He saw that Martin was apparently being questioned by thugs, called the police, and then, when he saw the knife, he just couldn’t stand it and went into action.

"Sorry," Steve ended his testimony. "I have a fucking hot temper and when I see scenes like this my thinking cuts out."

"Yes, yes, we know," the police interrogating him admitted. Martin remembered that once, at the beginning of their relationship, Steve had also instinctively rushed to help a woman mugged in a side street. There, the victim was threatened with a knife too.

The average person’s instinct would tell him to save his own life and not throw himself into a dangerous situation. That is why so few people helped the attacked victim. But Steve’s instinct was quite the opposite. He was taking risks without thinking. He acted like a hero, or like a man who didn’t care about his own safety and life.

Martin felt a shiver. Steve was blindly brave, did the torture of Hannah’s accident cloud his judgment and even his primal instincts?

Martin shook his head. It was not the time for such talks. He should call his boss and say that gangsters have broken into his car repair shop. With a trembling hand, he pulled the phone out, but it fell from his hand. The sound of his crash against the pavement drew attention to Martin.

Steve reached down and handed him the phone.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" he asked with concern.

"No." Martin shook his head.

"For sure? You look a little shaken. "

"I’d like to go home," the mechanic confessed quietly. "But I have to call my boss, testify ..."

"You can give your full statement tomorrow at the police station," the policeman informed him. "Today I will only ask a few questions. Do you know any of the perpetrators? "

"No. I’ve never seen one before. "

"Did they call each other by first name or by some other means that could identify them?"

"No, no names or nicknames. Nothing."

"Were they looking for something or someone?"

"Money. I don’t know what money. This workshop does not earn much ... "

"I think we know," said the policeman. "One of the former employees dealt in the trade in stolen car parts. He collaborated with the thieves’ hollow. Sometimes he helped them with thefts. We arrested him before he gave the bosses a nice sum of money. They didn’t find them in his apartment, so they looked for them in his workplace. "

"Ah, I’ve heard of him! But I don’t know anything about money. "

It seemed that someone else had informed the owner about the robbery instead of Martin, because Teddy suddenly appeared. He was very nervous. The first thing he did was run to Martin.

"Nothing happened?" He asked. "They didn’t hurt you?"

Martin was surprised by the lively concern he heard in the old mechanic’s voice.

"I’m fine," he assured. I’m sorry to disturb you. And sorry for the mess in the workshop ... "

"Do not be stupid! It’s not your fault!"

"I didn’t lock the door ..."

"They would break them," assured the old man. "The most important thing is that you are okay."

But that warm assurance made Martin uncomfortable. As a workshop worker, he should defend it, not succumb to the enemy’s advantage. He should at least try to resist. The workshop was poor, so any loss will be financially painful for Teddy. Even that messed up cash register.

Pensive Martin lost touch with reality. Suddenly he felt a strong, friendly hand on his shoulder.

"I’ll take you home," Steve announced.

"But ... But ... Police ... Statements ..."

"Tomorrow."

This ’tomorrow’ was made by Steve firmly, but softly. His tone was not threatening, but did not allow an objection. He was strong and dominant, but did not arouse fear, on the contrary, evoked a sense of security. Martin glanced at the policeman. The latter nodded and agreed. Tomorrow.

Martin glanced at Teddy.

"Boss ..."

"Go home. If you are feeling well, come back tomorrow, but if you are not feeling well, you can stay home. "

"I will come!" he assured. "They didn’t do anything to me!"

Paxton gently pushed him towards his parked car nearby. Martin started reluctantly. He didn’t know why his hands were still shaking.

Martin did not invite Steve, nor did Steve ask if he could come into his apartment. Martin opened the door, stepped over the threshold, and suddenly Paxton’s strong arms surrounded him. The hug was warm and very pleasant.

"I’m sorry you had to suffer. I should have gotten in earlier, but called the police just in case. Hurts a lot?"

"No," replied Martin. He didn’t try to break free from his grip. He felt too comfortable in this man’s embrace. "When they hit it hurt, but the pain passed quickly. Now is good."

Tall Steve’s face was level with Martin’s cheek. The young mechanic felt her warmth and the most beautiful fragrance in the world. Steve’s scent.

"Thank you." Martin moved his mouth towards her. Another centimeter and he could touch his lips. "You rushed to save me."

"Were you very scared when you saw the knife?"

"No. I did not have a time to be scared. Before I knew what was happening, you were there for me. "

The fear came later, however, when Martin began to realize that he really was in danger. Even though he was in warm and strong arms, he shivered again. Steve sensed it and hugged him even tighter. The sensation was reassuring.

"Did you really come to see me?" Martin asked hopefully. "I thought you wouldn’t want to deal with me after that morning. "

"Why?"

"Because ... Because you always ..." Martin couldn’t express his thoughts. If he said, ’You’re always on the run,’ it would reflect his anxiety, but Paxton might not like it and the driver would run away again. Anyway, Martin wasn’t sure this was actually an escape. The relationship between them was so terribly complicated!

"Forgive me" Steven relied. "I am a broken man. "

"You are not!"

Martin suddenly felt a rush of tears. What was wrong with him? Why?

"Shhh, it’s okay" Steve kissed his cheek and eyes. "You had a very difficult day today. You don’t meet gangsters every day, right? "

Martin nodded slightly. Is that why he feels so many strange emotions within him? Is that why he does not fully understand what is happening to him and is unable to control his body?

Steve’s proximity brought him a sense of relief and a sense of security, and his surprising tenderness made Martin actually feel better, but the boy didn’t have the courage to ask Steve to stay with him. All he could do was touch the arms around him tenderly.

"I know what adrenaline is," Steve whispered in his ear. "I recognize your trembling. It is not fear. It is preparation for action. Do you feel the urge to do something growing in you? "

"Yes," admitted Martin.

"What you want to do?"

"Love. I want to make love. I want to... Ah !!! "

Martin wasn’t finished. Steve’s hand moved down, right up to his crotch, and through his pants, she grasped his manhood.

"This?" Steve asked.

"Yes," admitted Martin. There were tears in his eyes again, but not pain, not fear. The boy had just a little too much excitement from a dangerous adventure. He needed to defuse these emotions, and there was probably nothing more effective than good sex.

Martin wanted to turn, but he was in Paxton’s tight grip. The driver clearly did not want to let him go and neatly tucked his hand into the young mechanic’s pants and underwear. He squeezed it tight, almost painfully tight...

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