Hunter wanted to push him away, but Winston gripped his hands so tightly he couldn’t move. In the next second, Hunter was flipped face-down onto the mattress. Winston’s kisses were everywhere and the burning heat could be felt even through clothes.
Winston tore off Hunter’s T-shirt, the sound of fabric ripping at the collar was audible. Just as Hunter tried to lift himself, Winston pinned him down by the waist, making him unable to move.
“What are you doing!” Hunter panicked. This wasn’t what he had imagined… Not at all… His fingertips trembled.
“Let me in.”
Winston’s voice was rough, like sandpaper scraping against Hunter’s nerves, and it made Hunter flush with heat. When he realized what Winston meant, Hunter was so shocked it felt like his brain might split open. He reflexively kicked at Winston, trying to roll off the bed, but Winston caught him and pulled him back.
Winston pressed against Hunter from behind and kissed his cheek. His breath was terrifyingly hot.
“I want you, Hunter… Don’t make me endure it any longer…” Winston’s voice seemed like a flower sculpted by the biting cold wind from the frost, piercing Hunter’s nerves as it bloomed, sealing off everything within him.
“I… I…” Hunter was so tense he could barely think, his tongue stiff and unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Let me hold you… Hunter…”
The voice was soft, almost a plea, yet forceful enough to make Hunter feel as though he’d be strangled if he refused. Winston grabbed the waistband of Hunter’s pants and yanked them down. Hunter had always longed for this man, but not like this!
“Since the first time I saw you, I wanted to pin you to the floor and take you right there…”
What?
“I regret every day that I didn’t fuck you in the back alley of the warehouse bar when you were at your weakest!”
Hunter’s eyes widened. He remembered that time when he had been turned on by Winston and had a few drinks. The bathroom in the bar was under maintenance, so he had gone to the back alley to take care of his needs. This guy held and shielded him, but had he been thinking about this even then?
“I said I wanted to buy a submarine to lock you up… so you couldn’t go anywhere…”
Winston’s breath was hot against Hunter’s ear, forcing him to turn his head away. Winston took advantage of this and pressed even closer, pouring all his desire into Hunter’s mind.
“When I saw you sitting in the bathtub, I wanted to do it until you cried.”
The intensity in Winston’s voice frightened Hunter. But in Dubai, this guy walked into the bathroom without even giving him a second glance! This was not the confession he wanted to hear! Shouldn’t it be “I like you, you like me, then we smile at each other and hug”?
“Why do you think I shook the mattress with you? It’s because I wanted to kiss you, bite you, strip you naked.” He bit Hunter’s earlobe as his hands became more daring.
I’m going to die… I’m going to die… Hunter realized he was playing with fire!
He stiffened, then suddenly elbowed backward. Winston groaned but didn’t let go, continuing to hold him down.
“Fuck—” Hunter’s adrenaline spiked. He grabbed the edge of the bed, using it to flip himself off and land on the floor. As he stood, he saw Winston kneeling on the bed, watching him. Winston didn’t look angry at being rejected but determined to have him now that he’d gotten assurance.
Hunter’s jaw clenched so tightly he couldn’t close it. He turned and bolted for the door, certain that Winston was lunging after him. He felt Winston’s fingers brush against his shoulder, almost catching him. Hunter flung open the door and sprinted down the hallway, not even daring to look back, let alone take the elevator. He had a premonition that if he stopped now, he’d definitely lose his life.
Winston wanted to fuck him! Winston wanted to fuck him!
This realization echoed repeatedly in Hunter’s mind. He dashed out of the hotel, unaware of where he was headed. The more he ran, the clearer his thoughts became. Winston had said he’d wanted him from the very first time they met… The first time… was in the restroom after the Spanish Grand Prix! Damn it! That guy had even helped him zip up his pants!
It was intentional! It had to be intentional!
At the auction, Winston had said if it were Hunter’s underwear, he’d pay 10 million dollars!
And then, he asked whether he preferred gentle or rough while driving…
And that “I want to hit on you” line!
Hunter stopped under a streetlamp, clutching his head tightly… None of it was a joke; they were all blatant signals!
Looking back now, all the moments they’d experienced together… were actually Vann Winston hitting on him! Hunter’s world shattered. Everything he’d thought about the past had always had a wholesome filter.
“Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah!”
Hunter wished he could twist his own head off!
How can you be so stupid! So stupid! So stupid! You get all smug just because someone is a little nice to you!
Now you’re done for! You’ve fallen head over heels for him! But he’s wanted to sleep with you all along! If you just looked back, you’d see that you had fallen into the trap of tenderness that Vann Winston had carefully set for you long ago!
What to do now?
He didn’t dare go back to his room. What if Winston was still there? Or what if he caught him on the way back? He’d be overpowered, and the next thing he knew, his butt would be poked!
Hunter wiped the sweat from his face and only then realized that he wasn’t wearing anything on his upper body. The button on his pants had been torn off by Winston, leaving him in a very miserable state.
His passport and phone were still in the room. He had nothing with him. Was he going to wander the streets until dawn?
If he went to find someone from the racing team, they’d be frightened by his appearance.
Should he find Donald?
Question: Where is Donald’s hotel?
He didn’t know!
That left only Owen… and that guy Owen knew about him and Winston.
Even if it meant being mocked and teased by the guy, at least Owen could tell him what to do next, right? Or perhaps… how to calm Winston down?
Hunter walked all the way to Owen’s hotel, and by the time he arrived, it was almost 2 AM. He knocked on the door for a long time before Owen finally sauntered lazily over to answer.
“If it’s not a beauty, I’m not opening the door…”
“Lawrence Owen, open up! I’m doomed!”
“Hunter?”
As soon as Owen opened the door, Hunter slipped inside.
“Winston wants to fuck me!”
Without another word, Hunter opened Owen’s mini fridge, twisted the cap off a bottle of Coke, and gulped it down.
He needed to calm down!
Owen stood there stunned for two seconds before grabbing Hunter’s shoulders, looking surprised, “Brat! You succeeded! So what are you… doing here?”
“If he wants to fuck me, shouldn’t I run?” Hunter looked at Owen incredulously.
“You ran… Brat, you’re really good at applying what you’ve learned! You even know how to play hard to get? Running like this will only make Winston’s desire burn stronger, and he’ll definitely want to do it with you even more.”
Hunter sprayed a mouthful of Coke right into Owen’s face. Luckily, Owen reacted quickly, or he would have had a sticky surprise!
“Did you know Winston wanted to fuck me all along?” Hunter grabbed Owen’s collar.
“Isn’t it obvious? If I fell for someone, I’d definitely want to do it with her…” Owen shrugged.
“I’m a man! Why can’t I be the one doing it to him!”
“You… you could call him and negotiate. Say something like ‘If you don’t let me do it, I’m not talking to you anymore,’” Owen said nonchalantly.
“The problem is… he… from the first time he met me, he’s been scheming to sleep with me! Saying he wanted to be friends, letting me wreck his Ferrari, traveling with me… all of it… was just a way to get close to me… tactics to get me to bed!” Hunter looked at Owen with a “do-you-get-it” face.
“Winston let you wreck his Ferrari?” Owen whistled, “That’s not scheming, Hunter, that’s called sparing no expense. A man like Winston has impeccable self-control in every aspect of his life, including his love life. If he wants to do it with you, it’s definitely because he loves you a lot. If he wanted you from the first time he saw you, he would undoubtedly get you. Unless you jump out the window… and even then, you’d have to die from the fall. If you don’t die, sooner or later your butt will be in pain.”
Hunter turned away in silence.
Even though Winston’s goal whenever they were together was to seduce him, it was only now, understanding Winston’s intentions, that everything became ambiguous and thrilling. Hunter knew very well that Winston never wasted any energy on people he didn’t care about.
If Winston had “ulterior motives” from the first time they met, he must have been holding back for a long time. And this restraint finally erupted because the truth he told shattered Winston’s self-control.
What if Hunter never fell in love with him? How long would have Winston endured?
Would he endure until he could no longer stand it and decide to destroy their “friendship,” or would he simply turn and walk away, never to see each other again?
Just thinking about this… made Hunter feel heartbroken.
If he had fallen for Winston a bit earlier, perhaps Winston wouldn’t have lost control like he did today, and Hunter wouldn’t have run away at the very moment Winston was most hoping for a response.
Enduring was difficult. Hunter knew all too well what it felt like to endure his father’s alcoholism, wanting to stop it but fearing he would lose him forever. Winston… probably felt the same way.
Hunter suddenly felt relieved that he had developed feelings for Winston. Otherwise, how much more tormented and exhausted Winston—who had poured all his energy into Hunter, aside from racing—would have been?
Actually, it’s not that Winston is too crazy. It’s that I’m too weak and childish.
“But he wants to do it to me… do you know how big his thing is!” Hunter broke down immediately.
“How big?” Owen was obviously curious.
Hunter shook the Coke bottle in his hand, widened his eyes, and said, “This big! This big! Do you see it! If I can’t defeat him, he’ll stuff it in me! I won’t need to jump out of the window! I’ll just die right then and there! Die right there! And it will be a miserable death!”
Owen impatiently pressed down the Coke bottle that Hunter kept waving around, “Who knows if you’re just bragging about how amazing your man’s thing is…”
“Bragging, my ass!”
“You must have seen it wrong! How could it be that big!” Owen said helplessly.
“I swear I didn’t see it wrong! At that moment, that guy was pressing it against me! I turned my head to look—holy shit! Holy shit! My dynamic vision is great! How could I not see how big that thing is!” Hunter began pacing restlessly around the room.
Seeing Hunter’s anxious look, Owen sighed and scratched his head, “If it scares you this much, could it be true?”
At this moment, Owen’s phone rang. He looked down. “It’s Winston. He’ll surely ask if you’re with me.”
Hunter froze.
“Put down the Coke bottle! Let me ask you this. Think carefully before you answer. Putting aside the fact that Winston wants to sleep with you, do you like him?”
Hunter stood still, saying nothing. That guy… how could he not like him?
“Alright, let’s consider another perspective. If you reject Winston today, and tomorrow he falls head over heels for someone else and is determined to be with that person, how would you handle it?”
“What? I’d kill him!” Hunter shouted, his eyes almost popping out.
“Kill who? Winston?”
“Of course not! I’d kill the person he wants to be with!”
“Oh… Let’s take one step back. If Winston didn’t want to sleep with you, would you want to be with him?”
“…Yes… Yes, I would…” Hunter turned his face away, his neck flushing red.
“Oh.” Owen nodded.
Winston had called Owen’s number three times in a row.
“Alright, I’ll solve this problem for you. You stay right here for me. If I finish this call and find you’ve run off, even if Winston makes you paralyzed, I won’t care anymore,” Owen said very seriously.
“Okay! Okay! Help me out here!” Hunter’s eyes were filled with desperate hope.
Owen gave him a quick glance before picking up the phone and heading out the door. He walked to the end of the hotel hallway, where there was a small window sill. Leaning against it, Owen called Winston back.
“Hey… Winston, didn’t expect you to call me.”
“Is Hunter with you?” Winston’s voice sounded tense and cold on such a night.
“Yeah, he’s freaked out. I promised to help him with his problem about you being too big and potentially penetrating him dead, so you won’t mind if I say a few words, right?”
“…Go ahead.”
“You’ve held back this long, so holding back a little longer shouldn’t be too hard, right? Besides, Hunter is innocent. For him, love should mean holding hands, hugging, kissing, and only after a deep connection, moving to the bedroom. You brought out your weapon too soon. Give him some time to adjust, don’t you think?” Owen’s tone was steady, but a gleam of gloating flickered across his face.
“I know.”
“Moreover, he’s a guy, not a girl. Boys his age have their pride. He’s only thought of sleeping with girls until now. Even when he fantasized about you, he never imagined being on the receiving end. Bringing out your big weapon and jabbing him with it would hurt his self-esteem. Aren’t you best at coaxing him? Sweet-talk Hunter until he willingly gives himself to you, rather than traumatizing him.”
“Thanks.”
“My pleasure. But I am curious, is your thing really as big as a Coke bottle?”
“I’ll pick him up.” Winston directly bypassed this question.
“Then come quickly. I want to sleep.”
After hanging up, Owen returned to the room to find Hunter sitting nervously on the sofa.
“Winston will be here soon to pick you up,” Owen said casually.
“What? You’re letting him come and get me?” Hunter clearly became anxious.
“He’s not coming to capture you; he’s coming to pick you up. You don’t want to stay stuck like this forever, do you? Besides, Winston has agreed not to do anything to you… for now, at least… He’s the type who keeps his word, so you can relax and go back with him.”
“He really agreed to that?” Hunter’s eyes sparkled.
“Really, really! Even more true than your Coke bottle story!”
Owen couldn’t help but laugh and lazily yawned.
Hunter still swallowed.
Within five minutes, there was a knock on Owen’s door. Owen tilted his chin, signaling Hunter to open it. But Hunter remained rooted to his spot, still looking nervous. Owen sighed, leisurely walked over, and opened the door himself.
“Hey, Winston.”
At the sound of the name, Hunter shuddered involuntarily. The feelings of being overpowered, losing his freedom, and being completely possessed surged in his mind once again.
“Mm.” Winston just gave a brief reply before stepping inside and calling out, “Hunter.”
He called Hunter’s name gently, but this time, Hunter sensed a different emotion.
“I brought some clothes for you.”
Hunter felt timid but tried to appear calm as he took the T-shirt from Winston, put it on, and then added a jacket. He pulled the T-shirt down to cover the broken button of his jeans. Owen stood by, wanting to laugh but holding it back.
“Alright, alright! Everyone has interviews tomorrow, so hurry up and get some sleep! Otherwise, your eyes will be so swollen that even a makeup artist won’t be able to save you.”
Hunter stood up and gave Owen a meaningful look.
“Don’t worry, you’re not going to die.” Owen waved his hand.
Winston silently walked ahead and opened the door for Hunter. Gathering his nerves, Hunter stepped out, even though his mind was in turmoil. They made their way to the elevator, watching as the floor numbers increased one by one. When Hunter glanced at Winston, he noticed that Winston was watching him with a deep gaze. As the elevator doors opened, Hunter hesitated before stepping inside.
Winston said gently, “I won’t do anything to you until you’re ready.”
Hunter lowered his head and entered, with Winston standing right beside him. The elevator doors closed. When Winston extended his hand to Hunter, Hunter immediately went on guard.
“I want to be with you.”
Hunter was stunned, his heart warmed by those words.
This was the person he had always liked, the one who made him feel like he could charge forward without a care in the world.
He wanted to be with him too, desperately so.
Just knowing that Winston liked him filled him with joy.
“Mm.”
Hunter gently took Winston’s hand. The elevator doors opened, and Winston led him forward. It was only three in the morning, and the city was silent.
Winston continued holding his hand. Though it felt a bit strange, Hunter was happy. His heart beat differently than usual. Winston’s fingers were strong, his palm warm, and in this moment, everything belonged to Hunter.
Winston led him back to the hotel. When the door opened, Hunter stepped in, but Winston stopped at the entrance.
“Good night,” Winston said.
“…Good… good night…”
Winston had no intention of coming in, which meant he was committed to keeping his promise and not losing control like he had earlier.
The intense desire had been suppressed, making Hunter wonder if it had all been a hallucination. But watching Winston leave, Hunter suddenly felt that he must be sad.
Alone in his room, Hunter raised his hand and looked intently at the fingers that Winston had held. He walked to the window, intending to watch Winston’s departure, but saw that he hadn’t left. Winston was standing under the streetlamp outside the hotel, smoking. His back was to Hunter, his head slightly raised, looking lonely.
Hunter suddenly felt foolish. He liked Winston so much; how could he bear to see him sad?
Hunter rubbed his lower back, the sense of danger from when Winston had gripped him tightly still hadn’t faded, but… but that wasn’t as important as knowing that Winston had liked him for so long and had gone to great lengths to win him over. Even if it was a scheme, it was because Winston cared so deeply about him. Hunter had never imagined that someone would be so meticulous and patient with him.
Hunter opened the door and quickly walked to the elevator, pressing the button. When he stepped out of the hotel, Winston was lowering his head, about to light a second cigarette.
“How long are you going to stand here smoking?” Hunter asked.
“I’m waiting for a ride.” Winston tilted his face.
“At this hour… there aren’t even people around. Where are you planning to get a ride from?”
Winston didn’t reply.
Hunter stepped forward and tugged his arm. “Come on, let’s go sleep in my room.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll try to have my way with you?” Winston asked.
“Well… can you not do that?” Hunter asked.
“I can’t. Because I don’t know how else to get you. But my past, present, and future are all yours.”
Hunter couldn’t see Winston’s face clearly, but his words made Hunter’s eyes inexplicably sting and the softest part of his heart was deeply touched.
“Then don’t cause any trouble tonight… Let’s put aside who’s on top for now. Let’s just get a good night’s sleep.”
Winston was silent, so silent that Hunter wanted to explode: If that huge weapon of yours causes trouble, will I even survive!
“…Okay,” Winston finally agreed softly.
The author has something to say:
Hunter: Sorry, I was a coward…
Winston: It’s okay. Saying that my thing is as big as a Coke bottle is a compliment too.
Hunter: You’re not really mad?
Winston: I bought a lot of Coke bottles so we can practice every night.
Hunter: … I regret confessing.
Winston: You should be glad you confessed. Otherwise, the Coke bottle wouldn’t even be a topic.
Fat Melon1author’s nickname: I’m quite traditional. I believe in love first, then moving to the bedroom. As for forcing anything… it’s not pleasant. It’s much more interesting when Winston teases little Hunter into sticking out his butt on his own.
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