Race With a Heart
Chapter 79: I Missed You!

He was already smoking the fourth cigarette when shifting from foot to foot. He was going to quit smoking and he did it, but there were times when every method seemed right to relieve stress, and smoking was one of the less harmful that Steve knew and the only one he could apply here while waiting.

The old auto repair shop in a bad neighborhood in town, with a red sign so old that the writing on it could no longer be read, was a place Paxton already knew. He was here once, a week ago. He waited then too. And although Steve was going to meet Martin for the first time after boy quit his job, he was more nervous now. Back then, he was driven by some hard-to-define desire, now he was aware of what this desire was.

It was love, damn it!

Normally a man should be happy about love, but there was nothing normal between him and Martin.

For starters, they were both men, and although their potential relationship has nothing to do with the fate of the world, the world will not be willing to accept them so easily. The world has nothing to do with who Martin or Steve sleeps with, but for some reason the world thinks it can get in the way because love between men is a sin.

In addition, the world thought that if Paxton is a more or less public person, because he has shown his face several times on television and other media, everyone has the right to know everything about him. Not only that, they have the right to decide his fate. The rumors had already begun. Steve avoided them as much as he could. He didn’t even want to know about them. His life, however, became entertainment for the masses and ceased to be his own. He was starting to feel robbed of his basic privacy rights. If it turns out that he loves a man, the world will do to Martin what it has started to do with him.

The beginning of the relationship between Steve and Martin was also not the most glorious, and Paxton will probably never stop regretting that he acted so selfishly back then. The fact that the boy had forgiven him only testified to his good heart and heightened the guilt and shame in Steve himself. But Martin had an unusual magnetism about him, and Paxton clung to him without even realizing what he was doing. He craved his body and he craved his warmth, selfishly ruining the life of a really decent boy.

A boy who had a girlfriend.

But the hardest part of it all was Steve himself, along with his burden on the past. He probably will never be able to go back to what was before Hannah’s accident. The girl’s mother opened his eyes and showed that because of remorse, Steve cannot destroy other people’s happiness. Maybe Paxton deserved punishment and a life of suffering in his eyes, but Martin was innocent. If there are seven billion people in the world, assuming that half of them are women and the other are men, it may not be easy to find love, but it is certainly easier than if you have a same-sex inclination. So if you do find it, you have to grab it and fight for it, or you have to live without love. Steve, who had unknowingly ignited Martin’s love for him, had no right to take it away from him for the sake of the dead person’s memory.

Steve couldn’t hurt Martin any more. This boy was too good, too beautiful, too noble, too dear to him for Paxton to dare to hurt him. Martin was just the pupil of his eye, and it was time for Steve to tell him that.

So Paxton waited for Martin to be alone. It doesn’t matter if everyone leaves and he stays, or he leaves and the others stay. When Martin is alone, Steve will approach him and ask for an conversation. He doesn’t dare to do it in front of people.

While waiting and shifting from foot to foot, the driver was reaching for the fifth cigarette.

But wait, does Paxton see well? Does he hear well? Martin, it seemed, was just left alone.

Steve threw out his unlit cigarette and, fighting his fear, courageously moved on. He wanted to look cool, only his knees and hands were shaking for some reason.

Yes, it was him, without a doubt standing tall and slim, extremely attractive and masculine Steve Paxton, the GP2 star and the man Martin had been waiting longingly for, stood in the garage door.

The young mechanic almost jumped at the sight of him.

"I knew you were coming!" he exclaimed happily.

" How did you know?" Paxton asked, and nonchalantly, hands in his pockets, he stepped inside.

Steve was so beautiful and so cool! Tall, slender but strong. His face was so wonderfully attractive and masculine. His eyes were especially beautiful, dark and imperious. The mechanic knew that they could have an unimaginable power of attraction and swallowed his heart like two black holes. But it was so appealing. As all Steve was attractive, anyway.

"I just knew," said Martin, blushing and shyly looked down.

Along with Paxton, the smell of cool air and cigarette smoke entered the interior. The smell of a leather jacket, gasoline and expensive cologne. The most beautiful fragrance in the world.

"You are alone?" Steve asked.

"Yes," admitted the mechanic. "Everyone has already left ..."

"That’s good," Paxton announced. Suddenly he grabbed Martin’s hand with a strong, firm grip and pulled him behind the car so that they couldn’t be seen from the side of the entrance. He pushed him, though without a trace of brutality, and still holding his wrist, pinned him against the side of the car. Steve bowed his head and Martin looked up into the driver’s dark, cavernous eyes. Paxton brought his mouth closer to him and... kissed him passionately.

Martin didn’t object. He just groaned, passively, completely at the hands of Paxton. He closed his eyes and kissed him back.

The kiss was long and hot as lava. Its intensity blew up Martin’s mind. When it finally stopped, the boy could barely breathe and it was difficult for him to stand upright.

"That was what I needed," said Steve. "God! Martin, how I missed you! "

This sudden confession came as a shock to the boy. Still pinned to the car by Paxton’s grip, he felt his heart starting to go crazy. Martin swallowed with great difficulty.

"Really?" He asked.

"Really," Paxton admitted. At this point, however, he became oddly shy and almost backed off.

Martin panicked. Without thinking what he was doing, he reached for the driver’s crotch. Surprised, Steve looked down.

"Martin ...?"

"I ..." the boy shyly withdrew his hand. "I just ..."

Martin was really panicking. He was so scared Steve would back down, he would go away, he wanted to stop him, hold him so he couldn’t leave, but he grabbed... He should have grabbed his hand, he realized in horror.

Nevertheless, it was successful! Steve didn’t back away. He moved closer and whispered provocatively in his ear.

"Does that mean you missed me too?"

"Yes," Martin timidly admitted. "Very."

"Did you miss him too?"

"Yes," the mechanic admitted so softly he was barely audible, but his mouth was against Paxton’s ear so the driver heard him clearly.

"If you want, you can take him."

Martin shivered. He looked around nervously. They were alone, but at any moment someone could come in. What happens if someone sees them? The boy had already had unpleasant experiences for this very reason, when Don Alston saw them. However, he could not refuse this offer.

"Nobody sees us," Steve reassured him. "The floor here is such that we will hear every step. Anyway, I thought you couldn’t wait."

The mechanic swallowed hard. Steve was so close and his scent so seductive that the mechanic felt overwhelmed by the strong presence of the driver. Completely unknowingly, he reached a hand between his legs.

He could feel it clearly through the material, large, strong, pressing against the material as if to burst it. Martin’s mind flashed through all the scenes where he had this gorgeous, majestic cock in him - in his hands, in his mouth, and back there. He shivered with excitement. The most tempting vision was when he took it in his mouth. It was amazing how exciting he was. He couldn’t wait to have it in him again.

An extraordinary audacity rose to him in Martin. He broke away from the side of the van and swiftly swapped places with Steve. Now the driver was touching car with his back and the young mechanic was unbuttoning his belt and pants with a rapacious movement. Determined and hungry, possessed almost by the visions of all their previous shots, Martin dropped to his knees and lifted Paxton’s penis. At the sight of the huge swollen member, the boy sighed and said softly, without even realizing it:

"I missed him so much yesterday ..."