Steve didn't smell of leather, gas or cigarette smoke. He didn't even smell like his expensive, luxurious cologne. He smelled of shampoo and shower gel that hadn't yet washed off the scent of the hospital. Still, the fragrance was as stunning, as sexy as that one. Because it was Steve's scent.
Martin, pinned with his strong arms against the front door, enslaved by a passionate wet kiss, felt his knees soften under him. He wanted Steve with every single cell of his body. He wanted Paxton to enter into him now, boldly and forcefully, domineering as he used to, a little even brutally. Oh yes, definitely yes!
This is how Martin's resolve to persevere in decency so as not to risk Steve's wound opening up has disappeared.
