“Hey, it’ll be a while before my interview is over. Why don’t you go to bed first?”
“Alright.”
Hunter suddenly felt a bit regretful. Earlier, Winston had said, “We’ll continue tonight.”
Even though it was already quite late, Hunter had no intention of going to sleep. Since there were so many gifts filling up the room, he decided to start unwrapping them!
Hunter felt like he was back in his childhood, unwrapping Christmas presents under the tree. Most of the gifts were sent by his fans and included sports gear, travel accessories… and lollipops.
“Do I really seem that childish? Why did they send me so many snacks?”
Toffee? Homemade chocolates? Potato chips?
The only consolation was that the lollipops were normal-shaped.
There was still one fairly large gift box left. When Hunter looked at the note, he realized it was sent by Lawrence Owen! Somehow, he felt that it might be… better not to unwrap this gift.
There was a chance it might make him angry enough to die.
He nudged it aside with his toes and opened a bag of potato chips. After taking a couple of bites, he couldn’t resist any longer.
What exactly did that Owen guy send him?
The competition had just ended, and the gift from Owen arrived along with those from the fans, which meant that he must have prepared it before the race even started.
What on earth could it be?
The more Hunter tried to stop himself from wanting to know, the more curious he became until he didn’t even know what the potato chips tasted like.
Finally, he decided to hook the gift box back with his toes.
Oh, it’s pretty heavy?
Oh well, it was sent to me, after all. If it’s something weird like last time, I’ll just throw it away!
Hunter tore open the box and found a tablet computer inside.
“What? Owen actually sent something…useful?”
There was also a note stuck to the tablet, with Owen’s casual handwriting: Little Hunter, the tablet contains a hundred movies as a gift from me. Enjoy them and study in depth!
“Huh? Movies?” Hunter scratched his head.
Not only did Owen send him a tablet, but it also had movies saved on it?
Movies don’t bite, so he might as well check them out.
What kind of taste does Owen have?
Hunter sat on the edge of the bed, holding the tablet. After turning it on, he discovered that there were indeed a lot of movies, but the titles were quite strange, like “Midnight Madness” and “Love Knots”.
Hunter randomly clicked on one. The opening scene showed two men getting intimately close and straight to the point.
Hunter was so startled that the tablet slipped from his grasp. Just as it was about to hit the floor, he managed to catch it between the tips of his fingers, saving it just in time.
His heart was pounding, and his face turned red in an instant.
“That damn Owen!”
Hunter huffed and was about to throw the tablet aside, but the movie was still playing, and those sounds had an allure that was hard to resist.
Hunter swallowed, thinking that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to watch. What kind of moves could two men possibly come up with!
For a full half-hour, the two male leads in the movie didn’t stop, exercising intensely. Hunter’s understanding of the world was completely overturned. In that half-hour, they changed positions at least five or six times, ones that Hunter had never seen before.
The thought of those positions made Hunter feel sore all over, but the two leads in the movie seemed completely lost in it, which Hunter couldn’t comprehend.
Something that big… didn’t it hurt?
Winston had been helping him get used to it, never going beyond two fingers, and even that was enough to make Hunter feel tense.
Thinking about Winston’s fingers, Hunter started to have an erection. Alone in the room, listening to the sounds from the movie, Hunter began to pleasure himself.
But just when Hunter was reaching the peak, the door to the room opened!
Startled, Hunter released at the same moment Winston in a suit was walking in. Hunter scrambled to put his pants back on, but the movie on the tablet was still playing, getting to its loudest moment.
Winston, with his naturally long legs, took just a couple of strides to reach the bedside. Seeing Hunter’s predicament, he paused.
Initially, Hunter felt extremely awkward, but then he thought: What part of me hasn’t he seen before?
So he laughed shamelessly, “Hehe… Since you weren’t here, I just decided to take care of it myself.”
No big deal, he had done this in front of classmates before.
The sound from the movie continued, and Hunter reached out to turn it off. However, Winston leaned in and took the tablet with one hand.
“Do you like this position?” Winston chuckled softly, tilting his chin slightly, and pulled at his tie with his fingers. The lines on his shoulders and back tightened, and Hunter involuntarily swallowed.
“I… I don’t like it…”
If he answered that he did like it, could he even continue living?
“But I’ve always wanted to try this position.” Winston turned the tablet toward Hunter with a graceful flick of his wrist, revealing the scene from the movie featuring the “Time Bomb” position1A sexual position where the gong sits on a chair, and the shou sits on their lap, facing them.
Where could you even try that? It could kill someone!
Winston leaned close to Hunter’s ear and whispered, “When I’m alone, I often think about you like this.”
“You… you can think about it, but you can’t do it!”
Hunter looked at Winston with complete wariness.
Then, the smile on Winston’s lips became even more pronounced.
The tablet was tossed to the floor. Winston supported himself with one hand next to Hunter, then kissed him on the lips.
It was a kiss full of temptation, entirely different from the pure instinct shown in the movie. Every place Winston’s tongue touched felt like it was burning away Hunter’s senses.
“Don’t watch those kinds of movies again,” Winston said, kissing the tip of Hunter’s nose.
“Huh?”
I thought you wanted to watch! Obviously… you know so much, so you must have watched a ton!
“If you have any questions, I can tell you.” Winston raised a hand to unbutton his suit jacket and shrugged it off.
The moment Hunter heard the suit fall to the floor, his heart seemed to skip a beat.
“Oh…”
“Whatever you want to see, I can show you, too.” Winston’s fingers slowly undid the first button of his shirt. “If you want to know what it feels like, I can show you.”
Winston kissed Hunter’s lips again, and with his other hand, he reached for the tissues on the headboard to wipe away the mess Hunter had made earlier.
“I don’t like you looking at other men’s bodies. Do you understand?” Winston’s voice was so soft it could lull Hunter to sleep.
“I do.”
So, Hunter and Winston kept at it until just before dawn before finally falling asleep.
It was more exhausting than a Formula 1 race.
As Hunter was about to drift off, he told himself that he would never accept any gifts from Lawrence Owen again, whether it was lollipops or a tablet!
The next day, Hunter slept until eleven o’clock. He reached out to feel the space next to him; Winston was already gone. Instead, his hand brushed against the tablet from last night.
“Why is this thing still here!” Hunter showed a displeased expression.
There was a note stuck to the tablet with a message from Winston: I deleted all the movies and installed some apps you can use.
Hunter opened the tablet and saw that the wallpaper had been changed to a photo of him and Winston together on the London Eye.
Hunter brightened up. “This I like!”
All of the special action movies had been deleted, leaving no trace. However, there were many new applications, such as fitness trainer, city weather, translator, outfit matching, and games that Hunter often played.
“Hehe.”
If Owen was a stubborn virus, then Winston was definitely a powerful antivirus software that wiped out everything completely.
After lunch, Marcus had arranged various interviews, leaving no free time.
The next race was held at the Sochi Autodrom in Russia, and there were almost two weeks to prepare. Hunter came up beside Marcus, asking expectantly, “Are there any days off?”
If it were any other driver, Marcus would worry that taking time off might affect their performance in the next race. But it was clear that Hunter didn’t have any problems in that regard.
The time he took to get back into the groove was very short, and besides being lazy, he never slacked off when it came to maintaining his physical fitness.
“Where are you planning to go this time?”
“Hehe.” Actually, Hunter hadn’t planned anything yet; planning was more of Winston’s expertise, not his.
“Going on another trip with Winston?” Marcus raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased.
For small-mid-sized teams like theirs, letting their drivers do whatever they want was understandable, but why wasn’t Ferrari keeping an eye on their driver?
It seemed that Winston’s self-management was so strong… there was nothing that needed to be managed.
“If you’re going to travel, it’s best to see Russia. Spend a couple of days, then head to Sochi. Don’t be late. Only a few more races are left before the season ends.”
“Got it.”
Only heaven knew whether Winston would have time or not. Hunter might end up wandering around Lake Baikal2lake in Russia all alone…
After wrapping up his media activities, Hunter sent Winston a message: Let’s spend a couple of days in Moscow!
Hunter was about to put his phone back in his pocket when Winston replied: OK.
“Just an ‘OK’? That’s disappointing,” a mocking voice said next to Hunter.
Hunter turned to find himself face-to-face with Owen’s emerald green eyes.
“Why…why are you here?”
“I have an interview too.” Owen leaned closer to Hunter with a serious expression. “Did you watch the movies I gave you?”
“No, I didn’t.” Hunter rolled his eyes at him.
“No way…” Owen didn’t seem willing to let Hunter off the hook. “I spent a lot of money on them.”
“Was it eighty thousand dollars?” Hunter asked coldly.
“Counting the tablet, it was $1,200.”
Damn that’s expensive!
“I kept the tablet for playing matching games, but Winston deleted everything else.” Hunter shrugged.
“What? Deleted? You were supposed to watch them together and get so caught up you couldn’t compete in the next race.”
Hunter finally understood why Owen sent him those movies: it was revenge for overtaking him.
“Why don’t you watch it yourself? Or better yet, let me prepare a tablet with the same content and send it to Ciel with your name on it.”
“Hunter… I suspect that Winston is really evil…” Owen said worriedly.
“Huh? What does Winston have to do with this?”
“You’ve been with him too long, and now you are no longer innocent.”
Owen’s expression looked so mournful that Hunter didn’t want to say another word to him.
When he got back to his room, he saw Winston already packing their luggage.
Hunter propped his chin on his hand, watching the other man.
The sight of Winston wearing only a shirt and reaching out to grab his carelessly discarded pajama pants from the bed made Hunter’s throat tighten for no reason.
“What are you looking at?” Winston turned his face toward Hunter as he bent over.
“I’m looking at you! I feel so lucky! You do everything, so I don’t have to use my hands or my brain.”
“That could easily lead to Alzheimer’s.” Winston finished packing Hunter’s suitcase and wheeled it in front of him. “Let’s go. I just booked the flight.”
“Such a late flight! Looks like I’ll be sleeping on the plane again…” Hunter confirmed that Winston had placed his eye mask in the outermost pocket of his backpack.
“Didn’t you want to take the night flight?” Winston leaned down toward Hunter, a smirk on his face.
Hunter’s heart thumped, and his ears warmed up once more.
So that night, Hunter found himself unsteady on his feet, made so by Winston in the airplane’s restroom. This time Winston was particularly patient and devilish. When Hunter clung to him and whispered, “I can’t take it anymore,” this guy simply grabbed some tissue, cleaned Hunter up, and returned to their seats.
Hunter thought he could finally rest a little, but he soon realized Winston’s hand had slid under the blanket, fondling him in public.
Hunter grabbed Winston’s hand, trying to keep it still, but Winston leaned in and whispered, “Are you planning to hold onto me like this when we get off the plane?”
Hunter took a breath. He knew that when Winston decided to be evil, he could be so evil that it was beyond anyone’s imagination. He could only grit his teeth, trying not to make any noise, and let the other man have his way.
When the plane landed, Winston still hadn’t withdrawn his hand. Hunter’s heart was nearly jumping out of his chest.
It wasn’t until the announcement that they could open the overhead compartments that Winston finally stopped.
Hunter almost couldn’t get up.
Only heaven knows how terrified he was that the flight attendants would notice what the blanket got stained with.
When they were walking down the aisle, Hunter’s legs were still a little shaky. Winston was ahead, carrying both of their luggage, waiting for Hunter nearby.
Once Hunter managed to catch up, Winston tilted his head and asked, “Want me to carry you?”
“You’re carrying two bags, and now you want to carry me too? Go ahead, try it!”
Hunter was a little irritated by Winston’s lack of restraint.
But who would have thought that Winston would ask in return, “Will you still want to take night flights in the future?”
“I will!” Hunter grumbled as he brushed past Winston.
As they rode in the taxi toward the hotel Winston had booked, Hunter was amazed by the scenery along the way.
The architecture here was elegant yet imposing, primarily using warm colors. The streets extend outward in a circular pattern, with the green trees of the boulevards contrasting beautifully with the warm hues of the buildings.
Hunter started feeling drowsy and soon fell asleep against Winston.
Winston didn’t say a word, allowing him to lean against him. Whenever the car took a sharp turn, he would reach out and gently support Hunter’s head.
Winston was always meticulous in his lifestyle choices. He had booked the Metropol Hotel in Moscow. Not only was it close to Red Square and the Kremlin, but upon entering the lobby, they were greeted by the sound of piano music.
While Winston was checking in, Hunter stretched.
“Do you want to sleep in the room for a while or have breakfast with me?”
“Let’s have breakfast! Then go sightseeing!”
After all, Hunter was still young. Apart from training and competing, he longed for adventure, which made him eager to explore.
If he went up to sleep in the room, the hard-earned free time would be wasted on just sleeping.
Winston didn’t take Hunter to have breakfast at the hotel but chose a small café along the street.
Hunter sat by the window, eating a Russian-style crepe while gazing out.
He saw quite a few beautiful Russian women with blond hair and high-bridged noses passing by.
Hunter sighed softly.
He stayed like this until he finished the crepe in his hand, then instinctively reached for the ham and cheese bread.
After groping around for a moment without success, he looked up and noticed Winston across from him, observing intently, with the basket of bread positioned closer to his hand.
“Are Russian women nice to look at?” Winston asked softly.
Hunter’s heart skipped a beat.
“Not…not as nice as you…”
“Is that so? But you kept looking at them and didn’t glance at me at all.”
In the morning light of Moscow, Winston’s features appeared soft.
But Hunter had a bad feeling.
“I… I want to look at you for the rest of my life, so don’t mind the little time I spent looking at beautiful girls! I won’t touch them!”
“What did you just say?” Winston propped his chin on his hand, his fingers tapping lightly on the food basket.
“…I won’t touch them…”
“The first sentence,” Winston reminded him.
“The first sentence?” Hunter couldn’t remember what he had just said.
But if he couldn’t recall, Winston would definitely use his methods to make Hunter displeased for quite a while.
“If you can’t remember, then never mind.” Winston pushed the bread basket back in front of Hunter.
His eyes were slightly lowered, exuding a charm and mature composure that surpassed the beauty of the women outside.
“I want to look at you for the rest of my life,” Hunter said.
Winston turned his face and smiled.
He had a really captivating smile, and Hunter’s heart raced with it.
“You never remember what you say when you’re rambling.”
“That’s why what I said just now wasn’t nonsense.”
Hunter grabbed the ham and cheese sandwich and took a big bite.
Winston accompanied him to Moscow’s Kremlin Palace and Red Square. This was the first time Hunter didn’t ask Winston to use his phone to take a picture of him posing with a peace sign because he knew that when he let his guard down, Winston would capture his best moments.
In the afternoon, they went to the Pushkin Museum, which houses a vast collection of art from around the world.
Hunter wasn’t into art. He put his hands in his pockets and looked around while Winston indulged in every painting.
“The guide just mentioned that they renamed this place in memory of Pushkin. Pushkin was a poet, right?” Hunter leaned against Winston, though not too much.
“That’s right. You know that Pushkin was a poet?” Winston turned to him with a slight smile.
Hunter smiled back, “So, what poem did Pushkin write, Mr. Winston, who graduated from Eton College?”
When it comes to English poetry, it wouldn’t be surprising if Winston knew it. But if it’s poetry from a Russian poet?
The smile on Winston’s lips seemed to deepen. He leaned over and whispered into Hunter’s ear, “You’re the dearest to me of all; I say without reflection, but even upon reflection, I would still say the same.”
His breath brushed against Hunter’s ear, and Hunter’s face quickly reddened.
“This is a museum. Why are you saying such things…?”
“That was a poem by Pushkin. What are you thinking?” Winston’s voice trailed off, and Hunter’s heart itched along with it.
“I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
Hunter immediately turned and walked away.
Winston followed him closely.
As they exited the museum, Hunter couldn’t help but glance back once more.
“I heard that Pushkin died in a duel over his wife,” Hunter said.
“Mm. But in reality, the duel was a trap set by the Tsar to eliminate Pushkin,” Winston replied.
“Oh… I see. But if someone tried to take you away from me, I’d fight them without hesitation, whether it was a trap or not.”
Hunter stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked ahead. It took him several seconds to realize that Winston wasn’t following. He turned back and found him still standing there.
“Hey, what’s up?” Hunter asked, tilting his head.
“Nothing, I just thought that talking about duels feels more like something I would say.” Winston nodded with a smile, taking long strides toward Hunter.
“Huh? Is there a love rival you need to fight? Where is this rival of yours?” Hunter rubbed his nose, feeling a bit regretful.
To be honest, when it came to attracting attention, whether from the same or the opposite sex, Winston far surpassed Hunter.
“If I had never pursued you, you might have fallen in love with many people and loved them many times. But now, I’m not giving you that chance. Still, there’s a possibility you could be tempted by someone else, right? Like Lawrence Owen.”
“Oh… can we not mention his name anymore?”
Just hearing that name gave Hunter a headache.
“Audrey Wilson.”
“I… I don’t like her anymore. Not interested at all! You wouldn’t actually duel a girl, would you?” Hunter spread his hands.
Winston smiled again, his smile appearing tender and gentle under the Moscow sunset.
“And what about those beautiful Russian women you were staring at this morning?”
Hunter was completely at a loss for words.
He felt it might be time for a serious conversation about this issue.
The author has something to say:
Hunter: I really won’t open any more gifts from Owen in the future.
Winston: What if you do?
Hunter: Do what… what do you want to do?
Winston: If you open them again, I’ll make a movie with you and show it to you every day.
Hunter: …I’ll be psychologically scarred every time I hear the word “movie” in the future!
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