After helping Hunter step into his pants, Winston’s fingers nearly caressed his leg, moving from ankle to waist as he pulled up the trousers. His touch felt like it was guiding the blood flow through Hunter’s body.
At this moment, all Hunter wanted was to pass out.
He lost his balance and was about to topple over when Winston reached out and grabbed his wrist with a steady, firm grip.
Once Hunter’s pants were on, Winston’s fingers pressed the hem of the shirt, tucking it into the waistband. Even through the fabric, Hunter could feel the heat of Winston’s fingers and palms—maybe it was an illusion but they felt burning hot. Hunter thought it must be because he himself was overheating.
Winston’s fingers moved to the middle of Hunter’s waist, fastening the button for him.
“Done.”
That slightly cool voice snapped Hunter out of his dream.
Heavens knew he didn’t want any seafood dinner right now; all he wanted was to pin this guy’s shoulders down and do whatever he pleased. He felt an urge to dash into the bathroom because he knew just closing his eyes and thinking about Winston’s face could set him off.
Marcus was still trying to get Hunter to agree when Winston took the phone directly from his hand. “Hello, Mr. Marcus, this is Winston.”
The phone went silent for three seconds.
“Ah… Winston… Are you with Hunter?”
“Yes. He got frustrated earlier because he misbuttoned his shirt, but it has nothing to do with you. We will return to New York on time, rest assured. Is there anything else you need to convey?” Winston’s voice was calm but carried an authoritative effect.
Marcus, who had been babbling all this time, suddenly fell silent, “Oh… No, that’s all… you guys have a nice holiday…”
“Goodbye.”
Winston hung up and handed the phone back to Hunter.
“Let’s go, the submarine is waiting for us.” Winston headed towards the door.
Hunter quickly followed.
This was Hunter’s first time on a submarine. He sat with his forehead pressed against the window, intently observing the coral reefs on the sea floor. Occasionally, a few fish passed by, and Hunter’s eyes followed them.
Winston sat quietly beside him.
When they arrived at the underwater restaurant, Hunter sighed in disappointment.
“Do you like submarines?” Winston asked.
“Not exactly like, but I find them interesting.”
As a child, his father had been too busy to take him to an aquarium.
“Maybe buying a submarine isn’t a bad idea,” Winston said in a carefree tone, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Why would you buy a submarine?” Hunter thought to himself: this guy really has too much money to spend.
“Hunter, if you had a submarine, what would you use it for?” Winston asked in return.
“Me…” Hunter thought for a moment, then leaned in close suggestively, “If I had a submarine, I would lock you in it so you couldn’t go anywhere. It would be like raising a Winston!”
Hunter gazed deeply into Winston’s eyes, trying to read his emotions. But Winston just looked back at Hunter, his eyes as vast as the ocean outside the submarine.
“If it were me, I’d only put a bed in the submarine, stock the wine cabinet with sake, and spend days and nights rolling in the sheets with the one I love. In the depths of the sea, my lover couldn’t escape.” Winston’s voice was cold, but it sounded wild and hot in Hunter’s ears.
“….I u-understand the bed, but why sake? Shouldn’t it be something like 1982 Lafite1Lafite is a wine produced in the French wine estate called Château Lafite Rothschild, one of the most expensive wines in the world. 1982 is the production year or something?”
“So far, sake seems to be the most effective.”
“Why do I feel like you’re mocking me? Are you still holding a grudge from when I got drunk and bit you?”
“No.” Winston tilted his chin, signaling Hunter to get off the submarine.
The underwater restaurant felt magical to Hunter. Above their heads was the water of the Persian Gulf, with marine life leisurely swimming back and forth.
Hunter kept looking up, “Winston, look, a turtle!”
“Mm.” The man sitting across from him rested his chin on his hand, not intending to look up, only observing Hunter’s enthusiastic expression.
Hunter had no memory of what the seafood tasted like. He only knew that Winston was sitting right across from him. The way he held his knife and fork, the way he lowered his eyes and smiled, the way he occasionally looked up to respond. Hunter didn’t want to miss any of it.
Winston raised his head and asked a question.
“I’m eating!” Hunter lowered his head, stuffing a piece of herb shrimp into his mouth.
After dinner, they took the submarine back to the hotel. Hunter continued to gaze intently out the window, but what he was truly watching wasn’t the aquatic life, but Winston’s reflection on the glass.
It was like an illusion; Winston’s reflection on the glass seemed to be constantly gazing at him. That feeling made Hunter feel both warm and excited.
By the time they returned to their hotel room, it was ten o’clock at night. Since Hunter hadn’t slept all night, fatigue hit him now. He collapsed onto the sofa, squinting at the ceiling, knowing he could fall asleep just by counting down from ten.
The sofa sank slightly as Winston sat down next to him. Hunter’s scattered thoughts became clear again as he felt Winston’s presence with his eyes closed. Winston reached out and rubbed his head.
“Don’t sleep here. I’ll prepare a bath for you. Go sleep in bed.” Winston’s voice was gentle as if he was coaxing him.
“Hmm… mm…” Hunter nodded.
The sound of running water came, and Hunter turned to look through the crack of the bathroom door, catching sight of Winston leaning beside the bathtub to adjust the water temperature.
Hunter coughed inwardly. He suddenly had the urge to shove the man into the bathtub, watch him submerged in hot water, and then see him rise with an irritated look… Although it was nearly impossible to anger Winston.
Then he would arrogantly step into the bathtub, hear the water spill over the edge, and sit on that icy man, pinning him down and doing whatever he pleased.
The water stopped running, and Winston stood up and walked over to Hunter, placing his hand on Hunter’s cheek and gently patting it, “Go.”
“Oh…” Hunter reluctantly opened his eyes, trying to pull off the bow tie around his neck but failing. Suddenly remembering something, he lazily tugged on Winston’s sleeve, tilting his head and saying, “Can you help me?”
Winston, who was reading a message on his phone, looked at Hunter, not moving for several seconds.
Hunter was getting disappointed. But just as he decided to untie it himself, Winston put his phone down, leaned towards him, hooked his fingers around the bow tie, and easily removed it. Watching Winston’s eyes and the strands of hair moving with his motions, Hunter felt the urge to kiss him.
After removing Hunter’s bow tie, Winston undid the top button of his shirt. His fingers brushed past Hunter’s Adam’s apple, making Hunter swallow reflexively. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his skin almost touched Winston’s fingers.
Winston lowered his hand, “Done.”
Hunter squirmed in disappointment but still lazily said, “You might as well unbutton all of them for me…”
However, Winston continued reading his messages, not paying any attention to him, “Do it yourself.”
For some reason, Hunter felt that Winston’s voice was a bit cold. Could it be that asking for his “help” had made him unhappy?
Sigh… forget it.
Hunter slowly stood up, glancing at Winston who was focused on replying to messages, and suddenly had a mischievous idea. As he walked towards the bathroom, he started undressing, letting his clothes fall to the floor without any intention of picking them up.
Suit jacket, shirt, trousers…
He stepped into the bathroom, tossed his underwear onto the floor, and then got into the bathtub. Hunter knew Winston couldn’t stand messiness, so he would definitely frown and pick up the scattered clothes.
Thinking of this made Hunter happy.
The warm water was so comfortable that his fatigue quickly made him doze off. In his drowsiness, Hunter thought he heard someone knocking on the bathroom door.
“Hunter? Are you asleep? The water’s getting cold, come out quickly.”
It was Winston’s voice.
Hunter sat up and felt the water had indeed gotten cold.
“Okay! I’m coming out now!”
Just as Hunter was about to stand up, he suddenly remembered something.
“Um… Winston… I forgot to bring in my clothes! Can you get them for me?”
This was something Owen had repeatedly emphasized: Never bring a change of clothes or lock the door when entering the bathroom.
But… was Winston even interested in his body?
“Sure.”
A few minutes later, Winston brought Hunter’s clothes and placed them on the rack, but he didn’t look at Hunter or say a word before walking out.
Hunter sighed.
See… Owen’s trick was useless! If he was a beauty like Audrey Wilson, Winston might take a look, but they were both just tough men, what was there to see?
Hunter gripped the edge of the bathtub and stood up, intending to step out. But his foot unexpectedly slipped, and he completely lost his balance. He was about to make intimate contact with the porcelain floor in the most twisted and disastrous way!
Luckily, Hunter reacted quickly, grabbing the bathtub with one hand while supporting himself on the floor with the other. With one leg draped over the edge of the tub, and the other stretched out, he struggled to stand on the slippery floor.
He knew he must look ridiculous, but Winston, hearing the noise, hurriedly pushed the door open and strode in.
“Hunter! Are you okay…” Winston seemed just as shocked by Hunter’s pose.
“H-help me quick! Get me up!”
Hunter desperately tried to exert force, but no matter how much he straightened or pushed with that leg, it still slipped on the wet floor.
Winston finally took a step forward. The bathroom was large, but Winston reached him in two or three steps. He clasped one hand on Hunter’s waist while the other wrapped around to hold him.
Hunter could feel his back pressed against Winston’s chest as he was lifted and placed on the edge of the bathtub. As he looked up, his eyes met directly with his “little Hunter”.
Hunter suddenly realized this and quickly tried to cover himself, but Winston merely glanced and stood up straight.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t cover the front.” Winston grabbed a towel and draped it over Hunter.
“Huh?” Hunter looked up at him.
“I would cover the back. When you’re stark naked like this, your back is very appealing, making me want to take a bite—then bite everything off.”
Winston smirked and walked out. His shirt was soaked, clinging to his waist. To Hunter, this was a fatal attraction.
“What do you mean, ‘bite everything off’! You can’t just steal my lines!”
Hunter felt deeply melancholic. He felt that not only had he failed to seduce Winston, but he was being seduced by him. That guy Owen was so confident, yet every time he followed Owen’s script, it didn’t work on Winston at all!
Hunter prepared water for Winston, changed into his pajamas, and went into the bedroom. Winston seemed tired too; he leaned back on the sofa, looking like a lonely king. Hunter sat down beside him, without opening his mouth to wake him up.
Sensing Hunter’s presence, Winston opened his eyes. Those eyes were always Hunter’s favorite, and now that they were so close, he just wanted to keep looking at them.
Winston showed no intention of looking away. After a few seconds, he suddenly put his finger on Hunter’s chin and pushed his face away. “Do you want to eat me?”
“Yeah. Will you let me?” Hunter replied with a grin.
Owen had said that to seduce Winston, one must be shameless. The more shameless the words and actions, the better. Although Owen’s tricks hadn’t worked so far, Hunter thought it might be worth a try, remembering how Winston had teased him before.
Could Winston really break up with him? If he got mad, Hunter could always laugh it off and say “Just kidding.”
“Can you eat me?” Winston asked another question before heading straight to the bathroom.
“Why can’t I?” Hunter raised his chin defiantly and followed him.
“I’m well-endowed,” Winston said with a deadpan face, then immediately closed the door.
By the time Hunter realized what Winston was implying, his ears were burning red.
How many times had this happened now? When it came to being shameless, he was no match for Winston!
Hunter lay on the bed and texted Owen, ranting furiously.
Owen: Is it really useless?
Hunter: Extremely useless!
Owen: Time how long Winston is in the bathroom and tell me.
Hunter: What good will that do?
Owen: Based on the results, I’ll tell you what to do next.
Hunter checked the time on his phone and played a matching game while waiting for Winston. He had cleared three levels and still no sign of Winston. Checking the time again, oh my god, he had been in there for almost forty minutes?
Hunter, a bit worried, rolled off the bed and knocked on the bathroom door, “Hey—Winston! Are you okay in there? Did you faint?”
“Mm—I’m fine. Go sleep first.”
Hunter could almost picture Winston’s face, probably leaning against the bathtub, chin held high, trying to suppress something that would explode with just a touch. Hunter originally thought that if Winston had also forgotten to bring a change of clothes, he could get a chance to go in and take a look. But then he thought, hang on, Winston wasn’t like him, he never forgot anything!
The disappointed Hunter returned to bed and read Owen’s message: Has Winston come out?
Hunter: No, it’s been over forty minutes.
Owen: Oh, good job.
Hunter: Good job for what?
Owen: Stick with what you’re doing and keep up the hard work.
Hunter rolled his eyes.
He could only continue playing the matching game on his phone. When the bathroom door finally opened, Hunter immediately looked over. Winston was wearing a bathrobe, drying his hair with a towel as he walked over. His hair was rarely this tousled, and Hunter couldn’t help but keep staring, ignoring the “Game Over” on the phone screen.
“Why were you in the bathroom for so long? I was about to break down the door and carry you out, thinking you’d fainted!”
“I was giving myself a massage.”
“Massage?”
“The bathtub has a built-in massage feature,” Winston said calmly.
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you saw the button in the tub.”
“… ” Hunter’s mouth dropped open, feeling like he had missed out on 100 million.
Winston dried his hair and lifted the quilt, exposing himself entirely under his robe as he bent his knees. Hunter glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and swallowed involuntarily.
Winston picked up a book and started reading, leaning against the headboard as usual.
When Hunter realized they were lying under the same quilt, he suddenly felt nervous. He had to seize every opportunity to get close to Winston! Was there a better time to be close than sharing a blanket?
Hunter deliberately played a game called “Apocalypse Bombing,” which involved tilting the phone to control a plane.
Hunter held his phone with both hands and moved his body continuously, pretending to be engrossed in beating the game. Under the covers, he slowly bent his legs, and at the most intense moment, he flung them towards Winston, landing them directly on top of Winston’s legs.
Winston’s leg seemed to twitch, and he lifted it, pushing Hunter’s legs back.
“You’re on top of me. Move over a bit.”
Winston lowered his eyes and turned the page of his book without even raising his eyelids.
Hunter felt a pang of disappointment.
Ah…ah… Why did you push me away so mercilessly? At least let me rest my leg there for a few more seconds!
Unhappy, Hunter put down his phone, looked at Winston, and said, “I died.”
“You died and can still talk to me?” Winston slowly turned another page.
“I mean, I died in the game! Because you bumped me!”
“Wasn’t it you who bumped me?” Winston finally put his book aside and turned to look at Hunter.
His hair was still unruly, falling carelessly over his face and ears. To Hunter, this look was incredibly sexy. He wanted to keep provoking Winston just to make him stop reading, but he suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
“What are you playing?” Winston asked.
“Apocalypse Bombing!” Hunter’s excitement showed when he mentioned the game. “It’s a mobile game! It’s like driving a Formula One car on your phone! You can even battle with others online!”
“Oh.” Winston lowered his head and continued reading.
Hunter suddenly understood what Audrey Wilson meant when she said traveling with Winston would be awkward and stiff.
He sighed and turned over in bed to text Owen: I accidentally bumped him, but he got upset.
Owen: Bumped him with what? Your little Hunter?
Hunter: Hell no! My foot!
Owen: Maybe he was afraid he’d want to spread your legs, so he didn’t let you keep touching him.
Hunter froze. After a few seconds of processing Owen’s meaning, he was so angry he nearly threw his phone.
“Hunter.” Winston put down his book and turned to look at him.
“What?”
“Who have you been texting these days?”
Hearing Winston’s question, Hunter suddenly felt guilty.
“No one? I’m just teasing some guys on the team!”
“Really? Last time in Sapporo, I didn’t notice you loved texting so much.”
“That’s because… because you kept reading! You weren’t paying attention to me!” Hunter made up an excuse.
“Sounds like it’s my fault then.” Winston picked up his phone. “You said the game is called ‘Apocalypse Bombing,’ right?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll download it and play with you.”
Hunter’s eyes lit up, “You know how to play games?”
“If you lose, you have to answer a question,” Winston said.
“Sure!”
It was just a question!
Later, Hunter regretted it. Winston crushed him from the first round to the last, making Hunter seriously doubt his long-time gamer skills.
“Do you play this game often?” Hunter threw his phone aside, feeling like Winston had tricked him.
“I hardly ever play games,” Winston said, looking into Hunter’s eyes, “Now answer my question—Are you dating someone?”
Hunter was stunned. This question was completely unexpected.
“Alright, let me change the question. Who exactly are you texting?”
Even though Winston was practically lying back on his pillow looking up at him, Hunter felt as if something had pierced through him.
“Didn’t I say? I’m texting people on the team…”
“Then can I see your phone?” Winston reached out to Hunter.
“You… you want to check my phone?” Hunter’s face showed a look of utter disbelief.
“I won the game, I asked you a question, and I need to verify if you’re telling the truth or not, right?”
Hunter swallowed. He wanted to say that it was his privacy, but Winston kept looking at him with eyes that had always seen through him. This was the first time Winston had made such a request. Hunter thought about how he had deleted most of his messages with Owen, leaving only the one saying, “Maybe he was afraid he might want to spread your legs, so he didn’t let you touch him.”
If Winston asked, he could just say Owen was talking nonsense and teasing him. So, he handed the phone to Winston.
Winston took it but kept looking into Hunter’s eyes.
“Tell me, are you dating someone? If you admit it, I won’t read your messages.” Winston’s face showed no emotion, not even a teasing smile.
Was he angry? Hunter suddenly couldn’t be sure. If he answered that he was dating, Winston wouldn’t read his messages and wouldn’t find out he was texting Owen. But he didn’t want Winston to think he was dating someone else!
Calm down, Hunter. Even if Winston found out you were texting Owen, so what? Didn’t you say you’d be bold? Think about all those things Winston used to say to you, like ‘I want to hit on you,’ you need to be even more shameless than that!
“If I were dating anyone, it would be you!” Hunter leaned down and hooked his finger, beckoning Winston to return his phone.
“What did you say? Date me?” Winston rested his chin on his hand, tapping Hunter’s phone as if tapping on Hunter’s heart.
“Yeah, you’re educated, cultured, and a top racer. You plan everything and being with you means I don’t have to use my brain. Most importantly, you spare no expense! You can rent a hot spring inn, you’ll treat me to the most expensive dinner, you’ll spend your precious time with me…”
Hunter realized his words were increasingly sounding like a confession. What if Winston didn’t like it and decided to cut ties with him? For the first time, Hunter felt like he was being too damn impatient.
“Others have always planned everything for me. Only when I’m with you do I plan things myself.”
“You said it yourself because I’m unreliable.”
“Renting a hot spring inn or treating you to an expensive dinner is nothing. I can give you even more.”
This response was beyond Hunter’s expectations.
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Winston: Hunter has been acting really unusual all night.
Hunter: Unusual how?
Winston: Like you’ve activated some kind of heroic martyr mode.
Hunter: What heroic martyr mode?
Winston: Like you want me to fuck you to death.
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