Could You Not Tease Me?

Vann Winston was never the disciplined person who made him feel safe, he was a crazy enjoyer.

Realizing that, Hunter suddenly fell, and his abdomen seemed to explode.

A whistle came from overhead.

Hunter gasped and looked up to meet Gina's eyes.

"I thought I wasn't attractive enough, but I didn't even make you react at all."

"Ah...haha..." Hunter laughed awkwardly.He just wants to use something to cover up the place where he reacted.

"Hey, kid, you don't have to be shy. It means you're healthy." The bartender winked at Hunter.

Gina smiled and tied her bow tie back, said "I have something to do backstage", and when she passed by Winston, Winston gave her a tip of one hundred dollars.

"You..." Hunter pointed to Gina.

"Don't you want to pick up girls? Isn't Gina better than the women you saw in the bar before?" Winston asked.

Hunter was speechless. Is there any friend more interesting than Winston?

"Come on. You told me clearly that you want to make Hunter happy. I can seduce him, but I must never touch him." Gina turned around, pointed her middle finger down, and smiled at Winston Express contempt.

"why?"

Hunter, who was gradually waking up, suddenly became upset.

Winston paid Gina to dance for him, but why not touch it!Why not let touch!Just now when he sat there, the muscles on his back were about to burst!

"This can reflect Gina's superb skills." Winston replied naturally.

"Come on. You're just teasing me." Hunter will never forget Winston's slight smile, "I want me to see it, but I can't eat it."

He didn't even know whether his reaction just now was because of Gina's proficient flirting skills, or because of Winston's gaze.

"I...I'm going to the bathroom..." Hunter jumped off the chair with red ears.

"Haha, kid, don't wait until we close and you haven't come back!" the bartender laughed.

"Fuck!" Hunter turned his head angrily and gestured with the middle finger.

Winston still sat where he was, and the bartender poured him a glass of mineral water.

"Ahh... the last glass of YOURULEME might make him a little excited, I guess he won't be back for a while..."

"Ah."

"Ah... I seem to have told you before you came that the bathroom was broken and couldn't be flushed, so we locked it!" The bartender rubbed his head.

"How do other guests go to the bathroom?"

"Behind the warehouse, solve it on the spot." The bartender smiled unkindly, "Oh, that kid has to be careful not to be seen by the bad uncle! He looks very delicious!"

Winston lifted his glass, took a sip, got off the stool, and walked quickly towards the rear door.

At this time, Hunter felt a fire burning in his stomach, and he just wanted to be relieved immediately.

When he left the seat, he still pretended to be calm. When he got to the door of the bathroom, he pushed hard, only to find that the door was locked.

"Hey, go to the bathroom and deal with it later." A man carrying a box raised his chin at him.

"Damn—" The blood vessels on Hunter's anxious neck were about to burst, and he kicked hard on the door.

"Hey! Brat! If you break your kick, you will have to pay for it!"

At this moment, Hunter's mind was blank. He rushed out the back door, and the cool air hit, diluting the smell of alcohol, but Hunter didn't feel sober.Something was running rampant in the back of his mind, making him want to jump headfirst into the icy water.

The back alley is dim, but it is also a good place to spend time together.

Against the wall, someone is already doing errands.

Listening to those voices made Hunter even more uncomfortable.

He came to a corner, trying to untie himself, but his fingers were shaking.

Someone blew a whistle, and a teasing voice sounded: "Do you want me to help you!"

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, and Hunter whispered: "Go away!"

"Hey! Don't get me wrong, it's normal to be inaccurate when you drink too much. I'm just afraid that you'll pee on me!"

The other party seemed to be walking towards him, and Hunter's mind was pale and he didn't want to care about him.

A cold and oppressive voice sounded: "I will help him, it's none of your business here."

Winston came over and stood in front of Hunter.

"Oh... so he has company, sorry."

Hunter didn't know what Winston was talking to the other party, but he only knew that his presence made him feel more at ease.

He could finally concentrate on solving his own problems.

Winston came over and put his hands next to Hunter's ears: "Okay, I'm blocking you. Solve it quickly."

"thanks……"

Hunter rested his forehead on Winston's shoulder, and the other's arms tightened, hugging him completely.

One minute passed, Hunter's forehead was covered with sweat, and Winston said, "Why haven't you come out yet?"

The cold voice and gentle breath passed by Hunter's ears, like a fatal shock, making him tense up.

"You... you just solved it in a minute!"

His nose smelled of Winston, without the greasy smell of men's cologne, just the smell of light body wash... Hunter knew that smell very well, because the body wash he used was also the same brand.

Hunter was breathing hard, and he wanted to get into the man's arms like crazy, wanting him to hold himself tighter.

But he couldn't say it...he would be laughed at by the other party.

Hunter was thinking about this, but he didn't expect that Winston would really tighten his embrace, with such strength that it would crush Hunter's bones.

However, Hunter was not afraid at all, he even wanted to destroy himself in the embrace of the other party.

Winston's cheek was lightly pressed against Hunter's. For some reason, Hunter felt that the other's cheek seemed as hot as his own... even hotter than his own.

"Would you know it?"

"...How could it not be!" Hunter said through gritted teeth.

Can't you just keep talking?

Hunter's body trembled slightly.

"I'll give you 30 seconds, if you can't get out, I'll get it for you."

His cool voice was like cremation falling on the water, the heat was not submerged, but evaporated the entire ocean.

Hunter rushed out instantly.

He was breathing hard, and Winston's arms, which should have been enough to strangle him, released slowly, patting him on the back.

Like a reassurance.

"Just come out," said Winston.

"...Why do I feel ashamed of myself..." Hunter's voice was a little hoarse, and the mood that seemed to fly into the sky at that moment just now was full of congestion.

"If you are embarrassed because of me, I can ask you to block it for me once."

Winston's indifferent tone made Hunter couldn't help laughing.

"It's better not to... I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."

"Then don't feel embarrassed. Come on, I'll order you a mint lemonade."

"Thank you."

Hunter lowered his head and followed Winston back to the bar.

The back of the other party is mature and calm.

The bartender blinked at him: "Sorry, the bathroom is under repair."

"I think you did it on purpose," Hunter said.

The bartender paused for two seconds, then glanced at Winston who was sitting next to him, and said in a low voice, "I think the intentional person is someone else."

"what?"

"Nothing. Mint lemonade is better for you."

Hunter took a big sip, the cold feeling made him feel refreshed, he closed his eyes, and sighed: "Ah... so comfortable..."

The bartender chuckled.

"It's getting late." Winston raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"Okay... let's go back." Although Hunter really wanted to stay here for a while, he thought that once Marcus knew that he hadn't returned all night, he would be ecstasy.

Winston threw the car keys to Hunter and went to pay the bill by himself.

"You wait for me in the car."

There is no way, in terms of economic conditions, Winston is better, and in terms of age, this guy is older than himself, and of course it is up to him to pay for such a dignified thing.

Before leaving, Hunter did not forget to thank the bartender.

"Your wine is really well mixed." Hunter shook hands with the other party.

"It's not that the wine tastes good, but that the mind tastes good."

"what?"

"Do you know what those glasses of wine you drank mean?" the bartender smiled with narrowed eyes.

"I can understand English."

"You're so cute. When English comes here, it's not just a literal meaning."

"Oh? Here, what do those glasses of wine mean?" Hunter rubbed his chin. It seems that those glasses of wine have other meanings?

"DARKNIGHT, as night falls, my heart is beating, are you the same as me?"

Hunter nodded.

This glass of wine here should mean temptation.If someone buys him a cup of DARKNIGHT, it is to see if he is also interested in the other party.

"LIPONFINGER, my lips not only want to kiss your fingertips, but also want to kiss everything about you."

Hunter's heart skipped a beat, and the temperature that had cooled down became inexplicably hotter.

"CRAZYDESIRE, your sexiness makes me lose my mind, and I want you to destroy everything."

There was a surge in Hunter's throat, and he didn't even dare to get off the seat.

"And the last YOURULEME. You control everything about me, I exist only for you. Last month, the owner of our bar proposed to the bride with this glass of wine, and then they had a very passionate and crazy night."

"I..." Hunter shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to say for a while.

And, he probably knew why he lost his composure just now.

"It's very romantic. Welcome to come again next time. But without Winston, I don't think you can drink these four glasses of wine."

"why?"

"Because no one dares to give you some."

The bartender put away the empty glasses while talking.

"why!"

"Hahaha!" The bartender smiled without answering.

Hunter's mood was complicated. He had the feeling that Winston had soaked himself with four glasses of wine.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: Do you really think I'm going to buy you a drink to encourage your flirting?

Hunter: Otherwise... what can you do?

Winston: Next time, I'll make you cry.