42 Put a Little Warmth in His Heart

"When you said in the bar you weren't interested in me," Martin said "I was hurt. It really hurt. But if I ran out into the street and ran into a car, I couldn't blame you for it. You never deceived me with promises, you did not lie. These were my own dreams and my own illusions. Just like Hannah. Why should you be held responsible for them? "

Steve wanted to answer, he even opened his mouth, but was speechless. During those three years, many people repeated similar words to him, but none of them hit him. Is it because when Hannah was alive, every breath she sustained on the respirator was an accusation to him? Or maybe because those words were not spoken by Martin? What was it about the boy that made his words more powerful than other people's?

Steve lived in agony for over three years and he deserved that punishment. But maybe it's time to change that?

Paxton felt a painful stab in his heart. Why was it only after Hannah had given her last breath that Steve could breathe for the first time?

He remembered Hannah's mother, that wonderful and strong woman who, however, could no longer bear the sight of her dying daughter. It was just too much. Each person has their own limits for their heart and their mind. If too much suffering is poured into the heart, it will be like a balloon filled with water - it will either burst or find an leak for the pain. For Steve, it was alcohol, sex and fights. The leak, however, was too small and he additionally covered the hole with a plaster. If the suffering continued, his heart would surely break.

It was unfair, not to him, to Hannah, but her death had brought him a little respite. He still felt a great deal of guilt, but had already allowed himself the bold thought that he too had a right to breathe.

"Martin," Steve spoke softly. "I like you, but I can't suddenly forget what happened to Hannah. About my fault, I understand what you mean, but my heart doesn't have a switch and I can't change that suddenly. "

"Okay, I understand," the boy announced. "I already know why you can't love me."

Then Martin did something unexpected for himself, much less for Steve. He sat on the driver's lap, facing him, and threw his arms around his neck. Sitting in this position, he looked Paxton deep in the eyes.

"Was it very difficult for you to accept my body?" he asked boldly but with concern.

Steve looked at his mouth, his neck, torso, stomach and… He swallowed.

"You are very attractive," he admitted, "but if I hadn't been drunk I would never have touched you."

"Because of that incident?"

"Yes."

"But then you touched me again. And again. You weren't drunk then. "

"I was like drunk. You really are very… attractive. "

Martin leaned forward so that the men cheeks rubbed and… hugged Steve, just like that.

Martin already understood everything. Steve was with the man, Hannah saw him, and because of that an accident happened, in which the girl was in a coma for over three years. Steve blamed himself for this accident, because if he hadn't been with the man then but with the woman, the shock for the girl would have been less. That is why Steve completely expelled homosexual tendencies - at least he threw them out of his head because the instinct-driven body finally succumbed to temptation. The temptation was Martin.

This awareness made the young mechanic very happy, but also felt responsible. Steve definitely felt something for him, but his remorse still prevented him from accepting the thought. So Martin had to be patient and warm, and with his patience and warmth he had to warm this heart, which had been cold for over three years. He will start slowly, following the already known and open road, gradually adding something else to tame Paxton again with love.

"Your smell drives me insane," Martin whispered into Steve's ear. "Even after a shower you smell like gasoline and engine oil."

"You too," Steve admitted, and put his hand on Martin's back. The young mechanic felt a pleasant shiver. "It's so sensual."

They breathed into each other's necks, inhaling each other's scent and feeling the warmth of the other man's breath. Lazy, unhurried, Martin dove deeper and brushed his lips just behind Paxton's ear. The driver sighed softly. This sigh made Martin very happy.

First the mouth, then the tongue caressed Paxton. Martin was sensual and gentle. Before, they had always made love hastily and violently. There was no room for tenderness and closeness. There was no room for them in Steve's heart then, but today the driver started talking to Martin, he started to open up to him. He began to accept tenderness and love, although he probably did not realize it.

Affectionate kisses and licks on the ear, neck and back of the neck lit them both. Eventually, their lips met in a kiss, but it was completely different than ever. The kiss was slow and gentle, and Martin had to use all his willpower to keep it there. It was, after all, a lesson in tenderness. He pressed harder, however, and Steve lost his balance. He banged his back against the sheets and Martin was over him.

Then a sudden thought hit Martin, a sudden temptation. What if Steve's hands were tied exactly as he was then? It was a hot, very seductive thought, but he pushed it away hastily. Not this time, he decided. It's supposed to be sensual and affectionate this time, but the binding will awake instincts in them they can't resist, so they'll do it next time. Yeah, definitely next time.

Martin got to an upright position and met Paxton's eyes. They were dark, hot, but hazy and… submissive. Martin couldn't help but smile happily.

And Steve… he smiled too.

The men had shifted their position as they fell, and now Martin was sitting almost on Paxton's cock. Despite the material of his underwear and trousers, he sensed his masculinity with his masculinity, as if they both recalled each other. Martin unbuttoned Steve's belt and button on his pants, opened the zipper, and pulled out his swollen member. He sighed in delight. Steve's penis was really big.

Martin also brought out his, clearly smaller in comparison, and felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Dummy" Steve smiled. "Size matters, but your size fits my taste perfectly. He is wonderfully exciting. "

"Pervert" Martin blushed, but felt more confident. Maybe it's like women's breasts, some like melons, others like apples and others figs?

Martin lay down on Steve again. He pulled off his pants and briefs and began to gently wiggle his hips so that their penises rubbed against each other. Both men liked the caress, but both men clearly wanted more.

"Damn it! You've turned me on so much, I want to get into you," Steve muttered hotly.

"Today I am going to climb on you," Martin announced flushed and sat down again. He looked around the room and reached under the bed, where he got a cardboard box containing a bottle full of lubricant. Steve's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"I don't know if it's good," admitted Martin, "but I've read a bit on the internet ..."

He couldn't speak more, and there was no need for that anyway. He opened the bottle and poured a thick liquid over Paxton's penis. He spread it over the entire surface with his hand and slid his ass over the head of his penis. Slowly, awkwardly, since it was his first time, he aimed at his hole and began to lower himself.

"OH !!!" he screamed as his body met the cold liquid and he felt the pressure on enter to his temple of pleasure. Slowly, frantically slowly, Martin began to descend onto the stiff pole while emitting choppy moans. When Steve had the initiative it hurt more, but at least it was faster.

Finally he succeeded and, leaning against Paxton's chest, slowly rode him. He did it in broad daylight.

Martin felt a shudder go through him. He had almost always made love to Steve in the daylight, but it had always been his lover who was taking the daring initiative, not him, so now that he looked down at Paxton's face flushed with excitement, Martin felt immense shame.

"Are you all right?" Steve asked.

"Yes, yes," he assured hastily, and that must have been his mistake. Steve sat up in the bed. The change in penetration angle made Martin scream, but at that moment he felt Paxton embrace him with his strong arms.

"Why are you doing something you are not ready for?" Steve asked fondly into his ear.

Martin couldn't answer, he was too intimidated.

"You've done enough. Do you want me to take the initiative? I promise I'll be gentle. "

Martin just nodded and suddenly he was on his back and Steve's face was hanging directly above him.