"What, do you like the idea of making love to me on the race car?" Steve asked provocatively. "Do you miss that place?"
"A little," Martin admitted, and he did have a vision of Steve entering him as Martin was leaning against the yellow-red car. "But this black convertible here is also not bad," he said, coming back to reality.
"The most ' not bad ' is you."
Martin blushed and said shyly:
"You just said I was perfect," he complained.
"You're right," Steve admitted, licking his neck again. "Stupid me."
The second finger joined the first and Martin groaned slowly.
Steve spoke to him today many beautiful words, words that everyone would like to hear. Martin was very happy to live to see Paxton being able to generate such words and emotions.
He was also delighted to have Paxton alive.
