Race With a Heart
Chapter 62: Smaller and Greater Gestures of Affection

Chapter 62: Smaller and Greater Gestures of Affection

"Really," Kevin Moore confirmed. "I don’t know why you are so surprised. Surely you’ve noticed by now that Steve is not outgoing and Jack and I don’t seem to be showing up in public together either. "

"Well, yes" Martin was little ashamed. He should have figured it out himself.

"Well, I’ve never met him personally, but I’ve heard a lot of stories about him. In my imagination, Steve appears to be a good and righteous person who has a strong sense of responsibility and justice. "

"Really?"

"You know about Hannah, right?"

"Yes I know."

"Only a person with a strong sense of justice can have such strong remorse. There is a victim, so there must be a perpetrator, the perpetrator must be punished for the victim to get justice. Don’t you think so? "

Martin thought very deeply.

"So Steve can’t have gangster friends?" he finally asked.

"It would be very unlikely. Even if he did, he would not accept his crimes. From what I heard, he called the police. So he was not afraid to put these gangsters behind bars. "

"Oh yeah ..." agreed Martin.

But since Paxton had no problem arresting these people, why would he let them escape? Was he afraid of not defeating so many opponents at once? No, rather not. Steve was a guy who went barehanded to fight a knife sharp without thinking, and some of his previous fights were quite spectacular, so he wasn’t afraid of such a risk. What then could he be afraid of?

Martin remembered that the first thing Paxton did when he held the knife to the gangster’s throat was to demand the young mechanic’s release. Was it a situation like in an action movie where hostage-release negotiations take place - power negotiations? Free the hostage and I’ll let you go?

The boy felt a flame on his cheeks. He felt embarrassed but immensely happy. Paxton let the bandits go because he was worried about Martin’s safety!

That would mean Martin was really important to Steve.

Little gestures like covering him with his own jacket when Martin was shivering with emotion and cold, like hugging him when he needed it, and like leaving a note on the refrigerator door when Steve had to leave before Martin woke up, and bigger ones like facing five opponents to save him - wasn’t that evidence that Martin was special to Steve? The very fact that Paxton came to him to work was proof that Martin was not indifferent to him. All these small and large gestures were one big confirmation for the boy’s heart that he was important to the driver.

Martin was sure that despite the turmoil in their past, and maybe even the ones that lay ahead, the chances of mutual love between them were increasing.

"I think I’ll try again to identify the perpetrators," Martin told Kevin. "Talking with you made me remember those events more clearly. I should be able to identify at least the one who was holding the knife. "

"I’m glad" Moore put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You are exactly as Jack described you."

"Really?"

Martin was very curious about what Jack had told his lover about him, but at that moment the professor’s phone rang. Moore excused himself and took it from his pocket. He smiled and showed Martin the display. At this point, the saying, "spiking of the Devil" could be applied, because the caller was none other than Jack Lambert.

Kevin conspiratorially put a finger to his mouth, ordering Martin to be silent, and picked up a phone call.

"At work?" He asked. "Actually, not anymore. Actually, I met a young, very handsome and very nice man and we went out for a drink... No, of course I’m not kidding. He’s a really interesting young man ... "

Martin heard a raised, nervous voice on the phone. He couldn’t understand the words, but the tone was clearly concerned. Lambert sounded like he was fucking jealous. Kevin, on the other hand, had a great time suppressing laughter. It looked like it was fun for Moore to tease his partner.

Suddenly the professor’s face turned serious.

"Why would I lie to you? You do not believe me? Okay, I’ll pass him the phone. " Kevin held out his phone towards Martin.

The young mechanic didn’t know what to say? Moore did not tell him how to behave or how to play and what to say, so when he took the phone from him, all he could say was:

"Hi Jack ..."

"You know what I owe you for this joke today?" Jack Lambert looked like an enraged young bull thrashing about his very small pen. "You know what I was going through in those few minutes? Do you realize my heart almost broke ...? "

Probably Jack would have been thrashing and grumbling for a long time, had it not been for Moore himself, who took his face in his hands and pressed his hot lips into Jack’s mouth. He silenced his lover with a kiss, but he did not intend to stop at his lips. Go ahead, almost violently, Kevin shoved his tongue into Jack’s mouth, starting a very passionate, wet dance.

They were in the living room of their shared house. Jack started making his grumblings as soon as they got in, but Kevin was absolutely not going to tolerate them. He didn’t feel guilty for disturbing Lambert so much by implying that he had met another man. If he were to feel guilty, he wouldn’t be provoking Jack at all. However, he did it on purpose, with complete deliberation, knowing that a jealous Lambert was becoming a particularly sensual lover.

Jack couldn’t be passive. He surrendered to Kevin only for a moment, then slipped his tongue into his mouth, taking it completely under his control. Kevin gave in and sighed. The drivers really liked to dominate and drive, not just on the track.

"You did it on purpose, right?" Jack asked as they paused to catch their breath.

"Of course," Moore admitted. It was hard for him to say more because Jack’s passionate and greedy lips were crushing his lips again. Lambert frantically began to undress him. A fashionable sports jacket fell to the floor. The striped shirt flew all the way to the stylish chest of drawers.

Kevin did not remain idle and undressed Jack with equal energy. By the time the driver picked up on the professor’s tight jeans, they were both half naked.

Moore felt quite satisfied that his little provocation had set Jack on fire so much. Both were so hungry for their bodies that impatient Lambert laid his partner on a soft, patterned Persian carpet and literally pulled his pants and underwear off him in two movements. He himself was naked in just a few seconds.

"Give me your asshole," Jack instructed Kevin. It wasn’t their first month together, so the two of them had already tried many positions. The professor was really adventurous and loved to learn new things, so the concept of terra incognita did not exist for him in sex either. They boldly tried the entire range of positions. The two partners especially liked one thing very much, especially when they did not make love on the bed, but on the floor, as here. Moore boldly, lying on his back, threw his legs over his shoulders, exposing Lambert all the beauty of his ass. The position seemed difficult at first, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that lay ahead.

"Shit, you know what I like," Jack muttered smugly, and supporting Kevin’s back (more for a caress than need), he ducked his face between his buttocks.

Not all lovers liked this kind of caress. Lambert, however, loved every inch, every inch of his lover’s body, which he was so drawn to. To Jack, there wasn’t any part of Kevin that could be ugly, so there was no taboo between them anymore. They were as open to each other as possible between two separate people.

Moore knew how much Jack loved him and how much he appreciated him. Therefore, when six months ago, after six months of chasing, he decided to finally accept this man, he made him with all his heart and all his body. He accepted absolutely everything Jack carried with him - his virtues and his faults, his desires and his inhibitions. Not only did he accept them, but he also fell in love because he loved this man.

Lambert’s tongue caressed Moore’s anus and the eye itself. Both men felt their penises gain vitality under the influence of the caress. Their bodies grew hotter and their breathing faster and faster. Jack finally tore his tongue from Kevin’s eye and looked around for lube.

"Chest of drawers, bottom shelf, right," Moore instructed him in a slightly hoarse voice. "Take my glasses."

"Will do, professor" Jack replied with enthusiasm.

Calling Moor a ’professor’ was a caress between them. Kevin realized that for many, fucking a professor was more spicy than fucking a teacher. Especially for those who are attracted to intellectuals. Jack, a 100% athlete, belonged to this group of people and thanks to him Kevin discovered the previously unknown benefits of having an academic degree. Who would have thought that a career in science could bring such great bonuses!

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