Race With a Heart
Chapter 89: What More Does He Need

Chapter 89: What More Does He Need

Surprised, Martin shyly answered the phone.

"Hi Martin! Am I not bothering you?"

"Professor, I mean Kevin, hello! I was just thinking about you! "

"Really?"

"Yes. I mean nothing wrong, I just wanted to..." Martin took a defensive position.

"Talk?" Moore guessed. "Funny, me too."

"Really?" Martin was surprised. "Did something happen?"

"Not really. Let’s say I miss Jacek. "

"My situation is similar," the young mechanic sighed. Steve at last, after trying so many times, decided to be with him only so that he would have to leave for a few days. Twice this week they were confirmed in the decision that they would be together and... never sealed it with real sex. So Martin missed him terribly in both mind and body.

"What are you doing now? Have you eaten dinner yet? "

"No, not yet," admitted Martin. "I was just going to eat something ..."

"How about having dinner together? I invite you to a good restaurant. It’s quiet and peaceful there, so we can talk, and the kitchen is first-rate. So shell we go? "

Professor Moore was intimidating to Martin, but he was his good friend’s boyfriend, so they will probably meet more and more often. While the boy would have liked them to meet at least once in the company of Jack (Martin was still afraid that Lambert might misinterpret the mechanic and Kevin meeting without him), but didn’t Jack himself tell Martin to look after Moore? It was true that it was some time ago, but the present circumstances were the same.

"Willingly," he announced.

"Okay. Give me the address and I’ll pick you up. "

Martin gave the address. It turned out to be quite close to where Moore was now, so it was not even ten minutes when a very nice foreign car stopped in front of the boy sitting at the bus stop. The car was definitely high-end, though not top-shelf, as if its owner appreciated comfort and quality, but didn’t like showing off.

The mechanic recognized Kevin and enthusiastically got into his car. The professor smiled broadly at the sight of him.

"Martin, you’re just radiant," he observed. "Did something good happen?"

"Yes!" the boy admitted, unable to hold back his happiness any longer. "Steve has chosen to be with me!"

"Congratulations!" Moore sounded so sincere and so happy that Martin felt even more joy. "This is an occasion to celebrate! How do you deal with alcohol? "

"Normally."

"So how about a good bottle of champagne?"

"All right," agreed Martin. For him, good champagne is something you buy in a supermarket.

"O-key" Moore stretched the syllable, and the young mechanic decided that perhaps Kevin was ten years (or more) older than him, but that he certainly had something youthful about him. "Neither of us are dressed according to a dress code, but I’ll find a good place for us."

Martin was stunned at where Moore had taken him. It was an elegant, expensive restaurant, and the boy was sure they would not even let him in with his very everyday clothes, but it turned out that many of the guests were dressed "sloppy". The professor informed him that many people from the science and art community do not like the strictness of a jacket and tie, after all, they are people with a free mind and soul. Some of them hardly noticed what they were wearing and sometimes looked like paupers. So this restaurant took no notice of the customer’s clothes.

The food was absolutely delicious and Martin had no idea that champagne could taste so delicious. Kevin intimidated him at first, but soon he felt at ease with him. They talked perfectly naturally, and Martin concluded that gaps in age and education weren’t an obstacle when you had common topics to talk about. One was Jack, the other was Steve, and the third was Sid.

"How’s your young colleague?" asked Moore when they had made all their toasts and Martin had already told everything he wanted to tell about his adventures with Steve.

"We only had a chance to talk today," admitted Martin, a bit embarrassed. "He moved out from his father and lives with our mutual friend. He looks happy with this arrangement. "

"What about the report to the police?"

Martin sighed.

"It’s his father."

Kevin nodded.

"This is why so many cases of domestic violence get swept under the rug. And that’s why they’re so terrible. A child, whether it is physically or mentally abused, whether it is several years old or several dozen, agrees to this violence without wanting to hurt its parent. This is the greatest tragedy. "

Martin, who had calmed a little after sharing his happiness with Moor, looked at the professor more closely. He hasn’t asked yet where did the idea to meet him come from? They weren’t really friends yet, and he knew Moore wasn’t interested in him in an erotic or romantic way, so why? Was it really missing Jack or just an excuse?

The boy dared and asked the question. Kevin smiled sadly.

"Funny," said Moore, "but I already miss Jack. We said goodbye a few hours ago and I am already longing for him. There aren’t too many people in the world who know about me and Jack, and even fewer accept us. So I thought about you. It’s a bit like the wives of sailors or soldiers on missions who meet after their husbands leave and these wives, who stayed at home, support each other," he finished with an amused smile.

"I’m no one’s wife," Martin blushed.

"Of course not. Neither am I. It’s just a rhetorical figure. "

Martin wasn’t sure what a ’rhetorical figure’ was, but it didn’t sound like an insult. It occurred to him, however, that Kevin and Jack were in a similar situation to him and Steve - they were in a homosexual relationship in a world full of heterosexual couples.

"Can I ask you something?" Martin said timidly.

"Sure. Shoot."

"Are you two afraid of exposure?"

Kevin thought seriously. Martin’s question needed an appropriate answer. Honest, of course, but properly worded.

"It’s not like we’re scared," he announced. "Of course we are aware of some social rejection if our relationship comes out, but we take it into account. We do not flaunt because it is our private business. To tell you the truth, I don’t understand those gays who go out on the street dressed like freaks and shouting about inequality. In fact, their behavior puts off ordinary people who absolutely don’t care who others sleep with. I have a friend who was always gay. For him and for us, his friends, it was completely natural that he meets men, as it was to us meet women. He behaved normally, he lived normally, that’s why everyone accepted him. We knew his boyfriends and there were no problems between us. But one of his boys was a rainbow activist who took part in the marches and waved banners with radical slogans. Their relationship didn’t last long. "

"But everyone has a right to express themselves, don’t you think?"

"Of course it is, but there are better ways to do it. Nobody likes radical behavior because it causes fear, and fear causes aggression and resistance. People start to fear that the rainbow wave will flood them and destroy their world, so instead of accepting sexual otherness, they start to fight it. They are afraid of the French Revolution, the October Revolution, and the Cultural Revolution. They are afraid of blood being spilled in the streets. "

"But everyone has the right to fight for their rights!"

"Fight with whom? With family? With friends, with neighbors? With old men who have had certain beliefs in their hearts for over half a century? After all, the vast majority of young people and roughly half of middle-aged people accept differences in sexuality other than their own. Fight for what exactly? Let’s say equality. Fine. My mother was a fan of an actor. She adored him. One day she found out that he was gay. She was shocked. I still remember her face. She thought about it for two days and came to the conclusion that this actor had not stopped being handsome, he had not stopped acting well. She accepted his orientation and continued to support his work. In order to gain social acceptance, you should not demonstrate your otherness, but emphasize what we have in common. Show that we are not people from another planet, some freaks publicly demonstrating their genitals, but normal office workers, actors, lecturers. A gay person is the same as a heterosexual person. "

Martin was not entirely convinced by Moore’s arguments.

"But you and Jack didn’t come out to the world ..." he noted.

"Because with whom I spend my life, with whom I sleep and whom I love, it is not a matter for the world but mine. If I were dating a woman, I would have acted the same. "

"And you don’t want to shout out to the world about your love?"

Kevin laughed.

"I guess it comes with age," he announced. "A certain modesty. No, I don’t feel the need to announce to the whole world that I’m in love. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a lot older or because of my personality, but I’ve never felt the need to do so. I am for Jack, Jack is for me, what more do I need? "

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