Race With a Heart
Chapter 75: I Would Like to Be With Him Now

Chapter 75: I Would Like to Be With Him Now

Steve sat down heavily. He didn’t want to witness this conversation between Jack and Martin, because it was like eavesdropping, but it felt like it was too late. The suddenness of the situation stunned him. Plus, he really wanted to hear his voice, although Martin’s words were meant for someone else.

"Sorry, Jack, I wanted to call you later ..."

The sound of that voice made Paxton’s heart beat faster. The sound was not clear. There was some noise on the other side, and Martin’s voice was a little low.

" Why is it so loud there?" Jack asked, who had noticed the disturbance too. "Are you celebrating at the bar again?"

"No. The weather is terrible so we celebrated at Teddy’s. Now I’m on the bus and I’m going home. It’s still pouring so it’s a bit noisy. Jack, congratulations! You’ve had a great race! "

"Right? But honestly, who was better on the track today? Me or Steve? "

"Jack, don’t ask me questions like that!" Martin was indignant.

"Why?"

"Because it’s embarrassing to answer."

"Come on, don’t let me ask you twice."

"But you know I won’t lie."

"Of course. Speak! "

Paxton got up. He didn’t want to hear Martin’s answer. It would be unfair to a boy who thought this conversation was completely private. He reached for Jack’s phone to end the call when he heard:

"Steve."

Paxton’s hand hung in the air, and Paxton froze in motion.

"Ehm ... you say that because it’s your idol."

"There is a reason for it. Jack, don’t be angry, you drove really great today, bravado and a pity you lost second place, but Steve... When he was driving, it was like poetry. God, I felt like I’m watching a work of art. Only that..."

At that moment, not only his body but also his heart froze in Paxton. What does Martin want to add?

"Only what?"

"He’s not enjoying this victory, is he?" Martin’s voice was sad. "I saw it in his eyes. How is he feeling?"

"Well, you know what he is like ..."

Martin sighed heavily, and Paxton suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

"Why are you sighing so? Are you so worried about him? "

"No, it’s not like that ..." Martin quickly assured him, but then he sighed again. "Who am I kidding? You or myself? I would like to be with him now. "

"What would you tell him?"

"I don’t know," admitted Martin. " Maybe nothing. But I would definitely hug him and kiss him now. "

"Ho ho! You certainly got brave! " Jack laughed and looked straight into Paxton’s eyes.

"I have to, or I won’t get to his heart. Jack, take care of him for me, okay? "

"No problem. You keep an eye on my guy so he doesn’t do anything naughty. "

Martin laughed.

"Sure thing. Congratulations again. It really was a beautiful race. "

"Thanks!"

Steve sat down heavily in his chair. He didn’t say a word. He heard something he shouldn’t have heard, but should know.

"How could you let me listen?" he was indignant. "These were Martin’s private thoughts not intended for me ..."

"Stop being so prudish! If you were talking to each other like normal people, these words would be spoken to you, not to me. This boy just loves you. "

"I know," Steve admitted heavily.

He had known about this for a long time. He couldn’t remember exactly when he realized it, but before he did, he felt it instinctively. The love flowing from Martin could not be ignored.

"Since you know he loves you, you should also know that he doesn’t need your victories, your cups and your honors. He only needs you. So get a grip, stop mourning and feeling sorry for your misfortune that you won, not as gloriously as you wanted, and as soon as we get back go to that boy and tell him how you feel! No excuses! No evasions! Just do it!"

Jack Lambert was a really pissing off guy. He was everywhere. He had to intervene in all matters. But the worst part was that he was right.

No more excuses! No more evasions!

If Steve wasn’t afraid of racing around the track at breakneck speeds, he shouldn’t be afraid of that little car mechanic who had made an unexpected presence in his life... and in his heart.

Martin hung up from Jack and, with the phone clasped between his hands, stared at the bus window. Due to the downpour and the late hour, the streets were empty. There was hardly anyone on the bus either. In such weather, hardly anyone wants to leave the house.

But Martin did so willingly. Watching the race with friends was much more enjoyable than alone, and he was able to see under what conditions Sid now lives. It turned out that Teddy’s apartment, while old, was in fairly good condition and not at all outdated. The refrigerator was not more than ten years old and the TV set was even newer. The apartment was cozy and had a warm atmosphere. It was not at all like a lonely old man’s apartment, although Martin had hardly any idea what a lonely old man’s apartment should look like. Teddy’s apartment was so cozy that Martin did not want to leave it himself.

Conversation with Jack lifted Martin’s spirits. Lambert knew how important Steve was to the young mechanic, so he probably called not to ask for congratulations, but to give him a little report. Jack may not have said much, but his jocular tone calmed Martin’s heart. Jack is a good man and he will definitely take care of Steve and cheer him up.

Martin wanted so much to be with Paxton right now and tell him he had done a really nice race and there was no reason to be dissatisfied with himself. For Steve, it wasn’t just the victory that mattered, but the style in which he won it. Richardsen may have spoiled the overall impression, but Paxton was the best driver on the track anyway. If Martin could be there with him, he would immediately put silly ideas and unnecessary pouting out of his head. It would show him exactly that he is and will be the king of the track this season!

After returning from the grand prix, will Steve come to visit Martin as he did before? He promised they would meet again. Martin remembered that sweet promise ’next time’. He also remembered the proposition that this time there would be more than a little binding. The young mechanic blushed to the tips of his ears. Back then, in bed with Steve, he had been so brave that his fantasies had surprised even him, but now he couldn’t even think what they had promised each other for the ’next time’. Nevertheless, the fantasy he was ashamed to put into words flashed into his mind as an image, and Martin decided that a cold shower prepared by nature would do him good as he walked home from the stop.

Martin was pretty sure Steve will come to him after he come back from the grand prix. Ninety-five percent, maybe ninety-six percent. The experience he had already gained in dealing with this stubborn, complicated man told him that. Paxton might be contradicting, denying, changing his mind every five minutes what he wanted, but he kept coming back to him anyway. And with each such return they were a little closer to each other.

So now it will be like that too. Regardless of whether he wants to celebrate the victory or vent his frustration that it was not as beautiful as he wanted, Steve will come to him, and Martin will spread his arms and... legs in front of him.

What an obscene thought! Martin was ashamed to the fullest that such indecent thoughts occurred to him in public transport. He definitely needed a cold shower.

The bus stopped and the boy ran out into the cold, rainy night. The way home was too short, however, as the dirty thoughts did not disappear from his head. On the contrary, they began to evolve.

Martin, dripping with water, ran into his apartment. He hurriedly closed the door behind him and leaned his back against it.

Actually, why not fantasize about a man he loves and has been with so many times? It’s not that either of them has been in a relationship, so he won’t betray anyone even with his thoughts.

Martin kicked off his soaked clothes and took a warm shower instead of a cold shower. Standing under the streams of water, he looked at his raised member. He felt a tension inside him and a longing inside him. He saw a vision of Steve taking possession of his manhood through his mouth. Martin reached for his penis and lathered it until it was foamy. Each touch, accompanied by the passionate fantasy that it was the tongue of a handsome, sexy driver, made Martin’s cock grow bigger and harder until it finally stuck out proudly. Just a few more strokes and she’ll explode semen in a moment.

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