Steve looked at the half-naked Martin standing before him and struggled to believe that his heart could beat so hard. Martin's brown hair fell down his neck and onto his forehead, under which two green eyes looked at him with the shyness and challenge that only someone just beginning to discover the world can have. Martin was not yet twenty years old, almost, but not yet. Almost a teenager, although legally a grown man for a long time. There was so much he didn't yet know and so much he wanted to learn, so much he wanted to experience and know - with him, with Steve.
Today it would be a journey into new regions of eroticism. Tomorrow it could be a journey for other experiences of life. With him, with Steve. That made Paxton happy.
"Close your eyes," he instructed his young lover.
