CYNTM CHAPTER 67

He returned to Winston’s lips, slipping his tongue inside and uncontrollably teasing and sucking. Hunter’s mind was filled with a singular thought: This belongs to him. All of him. Winston must not give himself to anyone else.

Hunter shifted to embrace him tightly, pressing his tongue against the center of Winston’s tongue and then pushing it deeper. He was well aware of his own mischievous thoughts, feeling like he was getting back at Winston for scaring him that time he was planning to penetrate his body.

But Hunter grew more emotional. He increasingly loved the warmth and patience of this man. At this point, he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. His mind was blank, driven by instinct alone.

Just then, the alarm on Hunter’s phone rang.

His shoulder twitched as he suddenly realized something. His wandering thoughts returned like a tidal wave crashing back. He took a deep breath, braced his hands on Winston’s shoulders, and straightened himself, reaching for his phone. Just as his fingers touched it, his waist was pinned down.

When he turned back, he met Winston’s gaze.

A force pulled him back without warning. Winston lifted his head and captured Hunter’s lips. The intensity of the kiss was so overwhelming that Hunter couldn’t keep himself upright and fell down.

“Uh…”

He tried to rise, but Winston’s arms held him firmly, encircling and trapping him in an embrace. Winston’s kiss was so intense that Hunter hadn’t expected it, leaving him with no time even to swallow.

Winston bent his leg and was about to roll over to pin Hunter down. This time, Hunter finally anticipated Winston’s move. He reached out, trying to push Winston’s knee down, but Winston intensified the sucking, and the passionate kiss left Hunter feeling dizzy. With one hand bracing himself on the edge of the bed, Winston pulled Hunter down with him.

Hunter fell onto his side and was about to struggle when Winston’s arm wrapped around him, while his other hand pressed his leg down firmly.

“…Help me finish,” Winston murmured as he kissed Hunter’s lips.

Hunter’s lips and tongue were numb from Winston’s kiss. Hunter realized that he had overstepped earlier… and that his resistance had once again failed.

Who would have thought that it would be completely different with Winston from the simulation with Owen?

“Help me finish… Hunter…” Winston kissed Hunter’s ear, nibbling on the lobe with a slight tremor in his teeth.

Rather than a plea, it was more like a threat.

If Hunter didn’t help him, this guy wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer.

“Hunter…” Winston kissed him again, with such intensity yet restraint. Hunter’s heart felt as though it was being torn from his chest, and it seemed as if the blood in his body was ready to burst from every pore.

Hunter shifted his arm, and Winston placed his hands on Hunter’s sides to give him room to move.

The man’s breath was so hot that it made Hunter lose his composure.

Hunter’s hand unzipped Winston’s pants. Even with his underwear in the way, his intense desire and yearning to be fulfilled were evident.

He remembered the night when Winston had used his mouth to please him—a feeling as intense as the ultimate joy he had experienced on the F1 track, something he had never encountered before in his life.

Hunter became even more determined, gently caressing and teasing Winston’s immense desire, as if Winston’s boiling blood was flowing through his fingers into his own body. Hunter could clearly feel Winston’s emotions. His head was thrown back, eyes filled with a consuming need for possession. The way Winston desperately tried to suppress his desire only made Hunter fall even more madly in love with him.

Hunter kissed his chin, his neck, and gently licked along his collarbone, kissing down until his hair brushed against Winston’s chest.

“Hunter… Hunter, don’t stop…”

Winston closed his eyes, hands fumbling amidst the confusion, fingers entwined in Hunter’s hair. Hunter kissed his lower abdomen; this man’s abs and waist made Hunter’s heart race. When his chin inadvertently brushed against Winston’s erection, the heat surprised him, causing him to flinch back.

“Hunter…” Winston’s hand gripped Hunter’s shoulder, trying to pull him back.

“Wait a minute, I can make you feel good.”

Hunter’s lips gently touched the tip of Winston’s erection. Winston immediately let out a hum, like a beast about to break free from its chains. Hunter had never done something like this for anyone else, but for Winston, he felt… it was a matter of pride to do it well.

Hunter’s tongue began to lick and then drew it in with suction.

This small action made Winston tense up completely. For the first time, Hunter felt in control, holding power over every nerve, even the most sensitive parts of him. Hunter truly became the king of this man.

Hunter kissed Winston’s large shaft. The blood pumping through it felt like it was about to burst and splash onto Hunter’s face. Even though his jaw was locked and his cheeks were numb from the strain, Hunter still sucked hard. He knew that Winston needed his stimulation to release all the pent-up desires he’d been holding back.

Under the kissing, sucking, and licking, Winston thrust his hips up in torment, the head of his member nearly lodging itself in Hunter’s throat. Realizing that this might hurt Hunter, Winston tried to pull away, but Hunter defiantly licked the broad head, swirling his tongue over the tiny opening, his hands continuously pumping it up and down.

However, Hunter’s mouth was getting dry, yet Winston still hadn’t released.

“I… my skills…”

Are my skills really that bad?

Hunter looked up at Winston, who was lost in the frenzy. Winston closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he spoke to Hunter, “Go… there’s Coke in the fridge… go take a sip…”

It took Hunter a moment to understand what Winston meant. He jumped off the bed, opened the fridge, popped open a can with a crisp “pop”, took a large swig, and rushed back. Winston pulled him into his arms, kissing his cheeks and chin frantically as if the few seconds of separation had been more agonizing than a century.

Hunter didn’t forget what he was supposed to do. He quickly grasped Winston’s desire, took it into his mouth, and sucked deeply. The cold from the soda clashed with Winston’s heat. A stream of warmth instantly surged out, flowing straight down Hunter’s throat.

Caught unprepared, Hunter coughed and lay on top of Winston.

Winston propped himself up and kissed him mercilessly before pulling him back into his embrace.

Hunter didn’t know how much time had passed, but Winston’s face remained buried in the crook of his neck, his tumultuous breath exhaling heavily beside his ear.

When everything finally calmed down, Winston was still pressed on Hunter, holding him tightly. For Hunter, everything seemed to be over, but for Winston, it still wasn’t enough.

“If every night you… want to play like this, I can accompany you,” Winston’s voice came.

Hunter lifted his knee in annoyance, intending to give him a taste of his own medicine. But in the end, he just ended up brushing against Winston’s waist. It seemed like Winston still hadn’t had enough… which only made Hunter more frustrated.

All that practice, and in the end, it was still useless.

“I don’t want you to accompany me.”

“Then who do you want?” Winston turned his face sideways. Hunter could only see one of his eyes, but that eye was filled with intensity.

“I… I don’t need anyone…”

Winston’s hand brushed gently across Hunter’s forehead, toying with his hair. “Hunter, I can endure anything, including the fact that you don’t want me to hold you… but there are some things I absolutely cannot tolerate.”

“Will you leave like my mom did?” Hunter asked subconsciously.

“Leave you?” Winston’s question carried a hint of cruelty, yet his fingers remained tenderly alluring. “I’ll crush you… I no longer believe in bullshit reasons like patience or gentleness to make you love me…”

If you’re not going to leave me, then everything else… doesn’t matter to me…

Hunter didn’t say anything but instead turned and placed a kiss on Winston’s eye earnestly.

While Winston was still stunned, Hunter lowered his head, leaned against him, and closed his eyes.

 

The pre-race interviews were still ongoing.

As were the numerous pre-race predictions. The hottest topic wasn’t about who would secure the first place but rather what position Evan Hunter from the Marcus team would finish in.

As Hunter answered questions in the interview room at the hotel, the reporters noticed Vann Winston from the Ferrari team leaning against the door with his arms crossed. The reporters were so eager to ask questions that the interview stretched on for almost five minutes, and Winston waited quietly for all five of those minutes.

It’s important to note that Vann Winston had never waited for anyone, but he was exceptionally patient during Hunter’s interview.

When the interview finally concluded, Hunter walked out of the room, and the two of them left side by side.

The reporters speculated whether Hunter would leave the Marcus team and join Ferrari next season.

Marcus was forced to dispel the rumors, “Everyone, don’t get the wrong idea! Hunter and Winston are just close friends! Our team has finalized the contract with Hunter for the next season!”

But even if Marcus shouted himself hoarse, the reporters still thought this was a precursor to Hunter switching teams.

After fighting his way out of the crowd, Marcus immediately called Hunter, “Hey—Hunter! Don’t get too close to Winston again until this race is over!”

“Huh? Why?”

“If you keep this up, you’ll end up belonging to the Ferrari team! As for that crazy fan of yours, I’ll have an assistant follow you 24/7!” Marcus was worried that the rumor would become reality if it kept spreading!

“I’m not going back to sleep in that tiny room!” Hunter objected immediately. He really wanted to stay with Winston.

“I’ll book you a big room! Super huge! The presidential suite!”

Hunter opened his mouth, unable to find an excuse to refuse. He glanced at Winston and then whispered, “It seems the reporters saying that I might be poached by Ferrari really got Marcus worked up. He won’t let me stay with you anymore.”

Hunter was a little nervous, wanting to see if Winston would show any disappointment.

“Is he going to send someone to stay with you?” Winston asked.

“Yes, the assistant you met before.”

“That’s good. You should stay with your team’s people.”

Winston’s voice was very calm, which suddenly made Hunter feel a twinge of disappointment.

“Okay, I’ll go pack my things from your room.” Hunter put on a cold expression and walked quickly toward the elevator.

When he entered the room, he silently packed his bag. The jackets that Winston had hung in the closet one by one were hastily pulled out and thrown into the suitcase by Hunter. Winston stood on the side, watching him.

Ever since the race in Japan, Winston had been helping Hunter pack his luggage. But this time, as soon as Winston got close, Hunter deliberately blocked him, not allowing him to touch his belongings.

Just as Hunter was about to close his bag, Winston suddenly hugged him from behind and pressed his cheek against Hunter’s.

“You’re angry, Hunter.”

At that moment, Hunter realized he was being unreasonable. They weren’t children; throwing a tantrum over something like this was silly.

“I thought you would want to be with me all the time.”

Several seconds passed but Winston remained silent.

“I’m being immature, aren’t I?” Hunter touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. “When the races start, rest time becomes precious. If I sleep with you, I’ll disturb you.”

“Hunter, if I tell you the truth, can you promise not to be mad?” Winston said.

“…What is it?” Hunter turned curiously.

“I really can’t sleep with you beside me,” Winston said softly.

“Liar! When I woke up in the morning, I saw you…”

Hunter realized that Winston, who usually had a regular lifestyle, slept in with him, most likely because he really couldn’t sleep at night.

“Do I move around in my sleep and bother you?” Hunter felt guilty.

“No… you’re very well-behaved in my arms.”

Hearing what sounded like a compliment made Hunter feel embarrassed.

But if I’m not bothering you, then why can’t you sleep?

“You’re in my arms, and I have to resist the urge to hold you… but the more I tell myself not to think about it, the more I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Hunter was stunned. He had felt the urge too, especially when catching the scent of Winston or feeling his embrace… not to mention what Winston felt?

“Well… you can’t blame me for that.”

“Free practice starts tomorrow.”

“I know. I’ll go sleep in the room Marcus arranged for me…”

Hunter sighed, but Winston’s arms didn’t loosen.

“The closer the race gets, the more I think about the feeling of you chasing me from behind, and the harder it is to control myself. I’m afraid I might really fuck you.”

Winston’s words left Hunter speechless.

This man’s self-control made Hunter trust him 100%. Hunter believed that Winston would fulfill any promise he made. It was precisely because of this that Hunter knew he could recklessly provoke the other’s patience.

“I still remember that night when you dashed out the door. I couldn’t catch up with you. I never thought you could run that fast… but it was a good thing you got away. Otherwise, if I had caught you… I definitely would have fucked you.”

Winston’s voice was deep and powerful.

Hunter originally thought they could be happy just the way they were, but he didn’t expect to become a burden to Winston.

“You trust me too much and sleep soundly next to me. If this continues, I’m afraid I’ll ruin your remaining races.”

Hunter took a breath and patted Winston’s hand. “Alright, before the race is over, I’ll sleep elsewhere.”

“Don’t run around. If you’re bored and want to bother someone, don’t bother Owen, just text me.”

Hunter burst out laughing and turned to hug Winston tightly.

“If you keep talking like this, I won’t be able to let you go!”

Winston turned and gently pressed his cheek against Hunter.

“Try to overtake me in this race.”

“Watch me crush you!” Hunter’s mood brightened at the mention of the race.

Winston laughed in a low voice, making Hunter’s heart itch with the urge to bite the other man’s neck.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve said you’re going to crush me.” Winston raised his hand to rub the back of Hunter’s head. “But there’s plenty of time ahead… One day, I’ll be the one giving my all to chase after you.”

Hunter’s spirits lifted considerably.

“Does that mean I can assume the reason you don’t want to sleep with me is because you really, really like me?”

“I don’t really, really like you…” Winston loosened his embrace and looked at him with utmost seriousness. “You can’t even begin to imagine how much I love you.”

Hunter felt a jolt in his heart from the man’s words.

It was the first time Winston confessed his feelings so directly, without any pretense or beating around the bush.

At that moment, Hunter felt like he wouldn’t mind dying because of him.

“Has Marcus sorted out your room change yet?”

“Yeah, he texted me.”

“In that case, I’ll take you there. But you have to keep your promise to me.”

“I know, I won’t be running around. I’ll stay with the person the team has assigned.” Hunter nodded.

In truth, the crazy fan who liked to stalk and take photos of him might not even come to Singapore!

This time, Marcus really did book him a presidential suite. Hunter was in the inner room, while Johnny, the assistant sent to accompany him, was in the outer room.

When Johnny saw Winston carrying Hunter’s bag, he was so nervous that he couldn’t speak.

“Please take care of Hunter. During the Grand Prix season, make sure he doesn’t go anywhere alone,” Winston said to Johnny.

Johnny suddenly felt a sense of being highly valued. “I understand! I’ll be careful! You can count on me, I’ll protect Hunter!”

Hunter gave him a look of disbelief. With Johnny’s small build, if a bad guy really showed up, who knows who would end up protecting whom!

In Johnny’s eyes, Winston had a god-like aura. Even the way he pulled out Hunter’s crumpled jacket and shook it out looked incredibly cool.

Hunter turned and smiled at Johnny, draping an arm over Winston’s shoulder and saying, “A family man, isn’t he?”

Johnny nodded vigorously, then quickly shook his head when he realized what he was doing.

Once the clothes were hung, Hunter closed the bedroom door and fell back onto the king-sized bed, stretching out. “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep here with me?”

Winston knelt on one knee beside the bed, leaning down to support himself over Hunter. From this angle, his hair fell softly over his face, and the blue in his eyes was particularly striking, making him look absolutely stunning.

“Are you sure you won’t run away if I sleep here?”

“Then can you give me a kiss before you go?”

Winston closed his eyes and smiled, a bit helpless but mostly with a tender affection that softened Hunter’s heart. He leaned closer to Hunter and kissed him.

The kiss was restrained, not even involving their tongues.

Hunter knew he couldn’t fan the flames any further, so he whispered, “See you on the track.”

“Mm, see you on the track.”

Winston stood up, opened the door, and left. Before he went, he didn’t forget to nod at Johnny, who felt the weight of responsibility.

When Hunter heard the door close behind Winston, he sat up and ruffled his hair. “Why… do I already miss him…”

Okay, okay, the race was about to start. The most important thing now was to focus.

Hunter mentally simulated the Marina Bay Street Circuit.

His phone vibrated. When he picked it up, he saw a message from Owen.

Owen: My anti-fan followed me to Singapore.

Hunter could imagine that Owen didn’t just send this message to him but to everyone he could harass, like Ciel.

Hunter replied: Oh, what did the anti-fan do?

Owen: Sent a gift to my door. When I opened it, I found bloody chicken feet inside.

Hunter, who initially wanted to laugh, suddenly felt this was serious.

He replied: Bloody chicken feet? Sounds like a threat.

Owen: Exactly. I’m so scared that I can’t sleep at night. Little Hunter, come keep me company?

Hunter: I’m also a poor soul with a perverted fan. Let Ciel keep you company!

 

In the evening, Hunter ordered food from the hotel to be delivered to his room.

When the knock on the door came, Johnny was in the shower, so Hunter got up to open the door.

The hotel waiter pushed the food cart in and then uncovered the dishes.

Hunter was taken aback. It was an exquisite Western meal, but all he ordered was the most basic creamy asparagus pasta.

“Uh… did you get the wrong person?”

“No mistake. This is a special service.”

Special service? Did Winston order it for him? Hunter looked up at the waiter and suddenly felt the waiter looked familiar.

A few seconds later, Hunter realized who it was, and his nerves suddenly tightened.

“Merlin? You… became a waiter at this hotel?”

“Isn’t it great? I’ve always wanted to serve you.” Merlin walked toward Hunter, his eyes holding an unconcealable passion.

“Uh, how could it not be great! It’s wonderful!” Hunter tried to force a smile, but he was never good at faking one.

Johnny was still in the shower. Why did this guy have to shower at such a crucial time? And why did he have to blast “30 Seconds to Mars” music from his phone so loudly?

“I made this myself. Can I feed you a taste?” Merlin cut a piece of beef, lifted the plate, and used a fork to pick up the small piece of meat, walking towards Hunter.

Hunter backed away step by step until he sat down on the sofa.

Merlin’s gaze was so devout that it made Hunter uneasy. Hunter wasn’t sure if he could eat the meat, but he was beginning to suspect that the person who had been obsessively taking photos of him was Merlin.

Sweat beaded on Hunter’s palms as he started to plan how to escape.

However, the piece of beef had already been brought to his lips. Hunter had a premonition that if he didn’t open his mouth, Merlin might go crazy. Although… he might be crazy to begin with.

Just then, Hunter’s phone vibrated in his pocket. Feeling saved, Hunter gave Merlin a polite smile and said, “Just a moment, I need to check if it’s a message from the team. With the race approaching, there are more precautions and notifications.”

Hunter took out his phone but didn’t dare to hastily call for help in front of Merlin. He pretended to look at the text on his phone.

Owen: I’m so lonely. Come keep me company! I’ll practice rolling in the sheets with you!

A moment ago, Hunter might have joked, “Wait for me in bed.” But now, he just wanted to find a way to tell someone that the crazy fan was in his room.

Just then, Merlin reached out to grab Hunter’s phone. Hunter quickly dodged, and Merlin’s expression immediately changed.

“That’s not someone from the Marcus team, but Lawrence Owen.”

Hunter was dumbfounded. How did Merlin know? More importantly, Hunter’s reaction confirmed Merlin’s suspicion. The expression on his face, which had been filled with anxious worry that Hunter wouldn’t like the food he brought, was now replaced by a look of gloom.

“Merlin…” Hunter had never encountered a scene like this, and for a moment, he was speechless.

“Don’t you want to ask how I know?” Merlin tilted his head, placed the beef and fork back on the food cart, and slowly approached Hunter.

“Because I’ve been watching you… watching you all the time! There are so many people in the world… but I only have eyes for you!” Merlin reached out and cupped Hunter’s face, making Hunter recoil back against the sofa in shock.

“I’ve always liked you so much. From the first time I saw you racing, I noticed you! The journalists called you a tenacious genius. The big teams wanted to snatch you up. And then there’s that so-called friend of yours, Vann Winston… They haven’t seen you, but I have!”

Hunter held his breath. Winston was right. In the Dubai desert, the person Merlin wanted to get close to was him, not Winston!

“I cheered for you when you were behind! I comforted you when you were down! I want to be by your side now so much, I want to hold you tight as you face the media! I’ve watched you step by step to where you are now!”

Merlin gritted his teeth and looked at Hunter.

Keep him calm, don’t provoke him, Hunter told himself.

“Thank you, Merlin. Without your support, I wouldn’t have made it this far.” Hunter raised a hand to pat Merlin’s shoulder.

Johnny, are you a woman! How long are you going to shower!

“That’s right. My support is important to you, isn’t it? You received the roses I sent, right? Did you like them?” Merlin asked with a smile.

“Of course, I liked them…”

I’m not a woman! Why would you send me roses!

“Liar! Liar! You’re a liar!” Merlin’s voice suddenly grew intense. He spoke in a low tone, but it was filled with barely controlled anger.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t lie to you…”

Hunter was on the verge of tears. How could he possibly like roses from a stranger?

“You didn’t even take the rose I left on your door! The cleaning staff threw it in the trash! My feelings don’t matter to you at all!”

“Merlin, you didn’t sign your name. How was I supposed to know they were from you? Besides, that room was small, and I don’t stay there anymore. I moved here,” Hunter explained as patiently as he could.

“Oh, I see… I thought you didn’t keep the roses because you didn’t have a vase…”

Seeing Merlin gradually calm down, Hunter sighed in relief. At that moment, Hunter’s phone vibrated again.

Merlin, as if shocked by electricity, quickly snatched the phone. Hunter was about to retrieve it, but Merlin suddenly pulled out a pocket knife and pointed it at Hunter. “Don’t move!”

With the race approaching, Hunter couldn’t afford to get injured. Even a small cut from that knife could be serious, so he remained still.

Whose message could it be? Was it that jerk Owen or Winston?

“Owen! Owen! Lawrence Owen, again! Are you dating him? Why? Why! Is it because he has a beautiful face? Or because he’s wild in bed and drives you crazy!” Merlin’s grip on the phone tightened, and his uncontrolled roar finally reached through the bathroom door.

Johnny opened the door while wearing a bath towel. “What was that sound….?”

Seeing Merlin with the knife, Johnny was shocked. “Who… who are you! What are you doing!”

The moment Merlin saw Johnny, his surprise turned into rage. He threw Hunter’s phone away. Hunter’s eyes widened as he quickly tried to catch it, but it flew over his head at an extremely fast speed and hit Johnny square on the head.

“Ah!” Johnny cried out in pain, clutching his head as blood began to stream from his temple. The sight was too horrible.

Hunter was stunned and was about to rush over, but Merlin was faster. He grabbed Johnny by the collar and pressed the small knife under Johnny’s chin.

“Oh my god…” Johnny was at a loss, his legs unsteady.

Hunter stretched out his hands. “Merlin, what are you doing? Don’t be rash. If there’s any misunderstanding, we can clear it up right now.”

“Is he your man too! Are you planning to sleep with him tonight?” Merlin asked in a frenzied and anxious voice.

“He’s Johnny, my personal assistant sent by Mr. Marcus. Do you understand what a personal assistant is? He’s the one who helps me with my clothes, orders food when I’m hungry, and follows me around when I go out.”

Hunter’s panicked heart tightened, especially as he watched the tip of the dagger about to pierce Johnny’s neck. Cold sweat broke out on Hunter’s back.

“And what about Lawrence Owen?”

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The author has something to say:

Winston: This perverted fan has been following you for so long and still can’t figure out who your man is?

Hunter: So what?

Winston: Next chapter, I’ll make it crystal clear to him.