Could You Not Tease Me?

"Hey! Winston!" Hunter squinted his eyes and waved his hand with a smile. "I just wanted to show you off that I can see a very beautiful lake view from the window of my room!"

"Winston, I didn't expect to see you here. I hope you can defend the championship." Audrey held out her hand to Winston.

But Winston just nodded solemnly and said "thank you" softly.

Audrey was not angry, she had long been used to Winston's alienated attitude.

But Winston walked up to Hunter and said quietly, "Where do you live?"

Hunter pointed in the direction of the hotel with his finger: "I don't remember the name. It's quite a historic hotel, and you can still hear the creaking sound when you walk in the room. But it's very close to the competition."

"Well. We didn't stay in the same hotel this time."

Audrey standing aside was a little surprised.It was the first time she saw who Winston was chatting with, and it had nothing to do with the game.

"Did you get drunk last time, did your head still hurt?" Winston turned his face sideways, his brows and eyes drooping, and the originally indifferent temperament around him became softer at this moment.

"Are you still talking about getting drunk?" Because Audrey was nearby, Hunter approached Winston a little embarrassedly, and whispered, "Didn't you say you would watch me? Look at me!" "

Hunter picked up his neckline and showed it to the other party. Although it was not as deep as before, as long as he looked carefully, he could still see shallow marks.

"I've been watching you," replied Winston.

"Liar." Hunter pointed his middle finger at Winston, "I called you, but you ignored me at all!"

"I ignored you, who sent you back to the hotel. Don't you have a good time?"

Winston's rhetorical question left Hunter speechless.

"Didn't you feel good?" As if he wouldn't stop until he heard Hunter's answer, Winston turned his face to the side, almost touching Hunter's cheek.

His voice was very soft, like a hand caressing over and over again the place that Hunter couldn't hold.

The fiery and wild kiss, the dangerous feeling of being possessed that made him unable to breathe came like an addiction.He blushed.

"Yes... yes... just confused, what a pity..." Hunter sighed.

"Then enjoy it next time when you are sober." Winston's voice was still cool.As if all they were discussing was whether or not to have basil in their macaroni tonight.

Also, Winston's words sounded like he was the one who kissed him that night and made him release him several times...

Hunter raised his hands to cover his eyes.I dare not think about such a thing at all... If his little Hunter dared to approach Winston's lips, Winston would definitely be more agile than crossing the finish line.

It hurts to think about it!

Although their chatting voice was not loud, and Audrey on the side couldn't be sure what they were discussing, but when Winston posted to Hunter, the scene was very similar to each other. She never dreamed that one day Winston would get so close to someone. personal.

"You seem familiar?" Audrey said with a smile.

Could it be that the racing driver Hunter mentioned just now was Winston?It's incredible.

"Hmm." Winston responded lightly.

"You are very special today. Also, I forgot to wish you a happy birthday." Although Audrey was curious about the relationship between Hunter and Winston, she could also feel that she couldn't blend in between them.

"Today is your birthday?" Hunter looked at Winston.

But Winston just nodded and said "thank you" to Audrey.

"Then I'm off. Not enough light, and the pictures don't look good. See you after the game, Hunter."

Audrey blinked, turned and left.

At this time, Hunter became excited: "Just now Audrey said that she wanted to have a one-on-one interview with me after the game!"

"You like her?" asked Winston.

"Is there any man who doesn't like such a woman?"

As soon as Hunter finished speaking, Winston turned around and left with long legs.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? Could it be that you like her too? Then you were still lukewarm just now?"

Hunter chased after him, walking side by side with Winston.

But Winston did not give him even a glance.

"Hey... At worst, I will stay far away from her in the future! If I like her again, you must be more important!"

"Little liar." Winston's voice was cool, but Hunter could feel that the guy was not angry.

"Where did I lie?"

"You said stay away from her now..." Winston suddenly turned his face, hooked Hunter's chin with his fingers, and picked it in his direction. Hunter, who hadn't expected it at all, staggered a small step, " When she expresses a little affection for you, you can't wait to give yourself to the other party."

"Hey—don't be so unfocused as I think!"

Hunter wanted to turn his face to the side to avoid Winston's fingers. Obviously, when Audrey hooked his chin jokingly just now, Winston saw it all.

Just don't look at Winston's slender fingers, but they are very powerful. Hunter's chin hurts a little from being pinched by him.

"Who can ejaculate just by kissing?"

Hunter's eyes widened.

That night the other party's kiss was too strong, I couldn't control it...

"You... You guys won't be watching from the side, will you?"

Wasn't Winston standing outside the curtain?

Or did Lilith tell him?

Winston didn't answer him, just let go of Hunter's jaw, and walked on.

Sadly, Hunter found that he had another dark history known to Winston.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Go to your room."

"To my room?"

"Didn't you say that the scenery on your windowsill is good?"

"It's getting dark, what scenery can we still see!"

But thinking about it again, today is the other party's birthday, and Hunter regretted it again.

Winston gave him a lot, but he had nothing to give to the other party.

"Shall we see if we can get a cake?" Hunter said.

"I don't have to have a special birthday."

"I want to eat cream, okay? My 19th birthday happened to be a competition, and my grades were not good. No one remembered my birthday."

"Then buy one."

They walked to the pastry shop on the side of the road. This is not a bustling city, and the cakes are very simple.

Back in the room, Hunter put the cake on the table, pointed to the furnishings in the room and said, "Isn't it very antique? Even the closet creaks when it is opened!"

"Well." Winston came to the window, and in the dim night, he could still see the moon reflected on the lake in the distance.

"How's your room?"

Hunter asked while opening the cake box.

"Probably due to the passenger flow during the Grand Prix, it was renovated. I don't like the smell."

"Oh... I knew it would be better to book here, right?" Hunter poked Winston's back with his finger, "Hey, do you want to blow out the candles and make a wish?"

"No need. My wish will come true no matter what."

Others call it "conceited" when they say it.When this guy said it, it seemed natural.

"But I gave you some..."

Although a bit childish, Hunter still wanted to have a birthday vibe.

"OK then."

Winston went from the window to the table and sat down.

Hunter was dishonest in the first place, wandering all the way, the cake has already become crooked.

Suddenly, I was a little worried. Winston seemed to be a perfectionist, and this cake really didn't meet his aesthetics.

But he closed his eyes, and there seemed to be some pious wish between An Ning's brows.

Hunter suddenly felt that such a Winston was wonderful.It seems that all the media's previous comments about this man as "cold and unreasonable" are all nonsense.

When Winston's eyes opened, Hunter quickly looked away.

"Hey, what did you wish for?"

"Don't you know it won't work if you say it?"

"Tch... you are serious!"

Hunter couldn't wait to dig out the cake with a plastic fork, and he didn't even plan to wait for Winston to cut it open before eating.

Anyway, this guy doesn't dislike his saliva.

"However, only you can fulfill my wish for me."

Hunter paused, and suddenly remembered that Winston once said: I will wait for you at the next corner.

There was a warm feeling in my heart.

"Okay, I will make your wish come true."

Winston gave a slight "hmm", lifted the fork, and scooped the cake off.

"I wish I had two more beers!"

"Beverages with sparkles are prohibited before the game."

"It's not even before the match yet! The practice match is still two days away!"

"When the Grand Prix is ​​approaching, don't drink alcohol."

Hunter was helpless... Who the hell watched him get drunk the other two days?

"So do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Hunter asked with a fork in his mouth, but accidentally bit the plastic fork into pieces.

He showed a resentful expression, flipped through the box, and found that there were no extra forks in it... His heart was filled.

"There's a technical meeting at ten o'clock."

Winston scooped off a piece of cake with a fork and brought it to Hunter's lips.

"Me too, how are you going to get back to your hotel later?"

As soon as Hunter finished speaking, the cake was stuffed into his mouth.

"Well……"

"I can go back for a walk."

"Well. But a handsome guy like you must be careful. There are a lot of crazy car fans around. When you are walking on a tree-lined path shrouded in night, you are suddenly attacked by them, and you should not..."

Hunter was talking vigorously when he was suddenly stuffed with cake.

"Well……"

This cake was originally bought for you, okay?

"you eat."

"Don't you want it? There's still half of it." Hunter said with Winston's plastic fork in his mouth.

The other party half opened his mouth and looked at Hunter without speaking.

Hunter rolled his eyes to the sky in his heart, this guy is here again... It's the same when smoking a cigarette, and the same is true when eating a cake.

Look at me disgusting you to death!

Hunter deliberately licked the fork in front of the other party with a smirk, then scooped off the cake and stretched it out to the other side.

Eat it if you can!

If you don't think it's disgusting, just eat it!

The next second, Hunter's wrist was clasped, and that force pulled him forward. Winston actually swallowed the cake and ate it without hesitation.

He raised his eyebrows, as if to say: What tricks can you come up with?

Hunter admitted he was disappointed.

He originally thought that he could see Winston's displeased expression, or he always thought that there were many things that Winston couldn't bear, but he found that the other party's bottom line was far beyond his imagination.

"You seem disappointed?"

"How could it be!" Hunter laughed dryly, "I feel very honored!"

"Honored what?"

"It's an honor that you don't mind eating my saliva!" Hunter deliberately showed a cheap expression.

"You're the only one."

"Really? Feeling so special? Has anyone ever been close enough to you to wear a pair of pants, drink a bottle of beer, and watch a movie with you before?"

"The first two have been there, but the last one has never been."

Winston's eyelids drooped, and Hunter felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

"If you said before that you never masturbated while watching a movie, I would have believed it. But you play so well, I don't think you didn't masturbate while watching a movie."

"I can come thinking of you." Winston raised his chin.

Hunter showed a helpless expression: "You give up yourself like this, be careful and I also give up treatment."

"I look forward to it."

"Then I'm curious, who on earth would be nice enough to wear a pair of pants and drink a bottle of beer with you?"

"He left me," replied Winston.

"Leave you? Can't stand you taking it for granted and making embarrassing jokes?" Hunter asked half-jokingly.

"While I was lying in bed reading a book one day, his team manager called to tell me that he and an engineer on the team were driving and hit a power pole."

Not everyone could see the emotions in Winston's eyes.

But at this moment, Hunter knew that the guy who drove his car into a utility pole was different from all the embarrassing jokes that Winston had said before.

"I'm not that curious...today is your birthday, we can talk about something happy."

"He used to make me happy." Winston looked at Hunter, his voice always flat, "but I never realized it until I never saw him. I thought we had happier times." , but it doesn’t exist anymore.”

Hunter opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

And Winston also changed his posture, propped his chin, and looked at Hunter.

In such a sight, Hunter felt as if he had gone to another world.

"Hunter, I want to tell you."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"The first time I saw him, it was at a charity dinner. Everyone was talking, and suddenly the fire alarm went off, and the guests swarmed towards the exit. I didn't even see the smoke. Nothing but the smell of alcohol."

"Did someone set off the fire alarm by mistake?"

"Well. I was very calm at the time, thinking that when people realized that it was a false alarm, everyone would calm down. But suddenly someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crowd. That person kept pushing Pulling me, I've never been pulled like this, it's a special feeling."

"Did he pull the wrong person?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Yes. He turned his head and looked surprised when he saw me between the heads, and his dinner partner was not far away pointing the middle finger at him and swearing."

Winston's gaze softened, and even the corners of his lips sunken slightly.

"It's a poor fellow. His girlfriend must have thought he'd left her and gone."

"Hmm..." Winston closed his eyes, and his smile became more obvious, "But he still didn't let go of my hand even though he knew he had pulled the wrong person. I asked him why later."

"Let me guess..." Hunter tilted his head, simulated the scene in his mind, and then smiled, "Did he say that he pulled the wrong person anyway, and being misunderstood by his female partner is already unwilling to avoid it, so it's better to pull If you stay longer, it won't be so bad."

"Yes, that's what he answered."

"what?"

Was he really guessing right?

"Later, we often smoked together before the race, and discussed the performance of the field and the skills of other drivers after the race. We played tennis together, climbed mountains, and went to see the aurora...until one day he asked me if he wanted to be together I came out to have a barbecue, and I said I wanted to go to bed early, but he said on the other end of the phone that my daily routine was like that of an old man."

"You're just pretending to be an old man."

Hunter smiled pointedly. Whether it was the Warehouse Bar in Montreal or the "Lilith Night" in London, Winston was not as cold and heartless as he appeared.

"I was leaning on the bed at nine o'clock, reading a book, and then I got that phone call...the person told me that he hit a utility pole with his car and it fell, smashing his old Jeep flat... …I think the thing said on the other side of the phone should be someone else’s business, it should have nothing to do with him, and it should not be true. I think I should finish my book, then turn off the light and go to sleep, and I can still hear that the next day The guy's voice, all of this is a dream."

"Winston..."

"I was speeding that day, and my convoy told me that there were several traffic policemen on motorcycles chasing me...but I still couldn't catch him. I saw many people I knew crying in the corridor of the hospital. The doctor cleaned all the blood from his face, and he was covered with a white cloth. I thought to myself, maybe it wasn't him... Maybe he was still in the operating room, although he was injured, maybe it was too late. In a few hours the doctor would come out and tell us he was out of danger. But even with the white cloth on, just the line and I knew it was him."

Hunter's eyes blurred.

Everything around seemed to be soaked in icy water, spreading in all directions, and there was no escape.

"Someone told me not to pull the cloth, don't look at it... But how could I not look at it? I opened it bit by bit, and saw the soft hair I was familiar with, his childish forehead, and that Huge wound that killed him, and I couldn't help but wonder, was he in pain? Did he think of me when he was in pain?"

Winston's voice was still steady, but Hunter could see that his shoulders were shaking.

"All right, Winston... I see..."

Hunter stretched out his hand and put his palm on his cheek.

"I called his name over and over again, but he never opened his eyes to look at me. I hugged him tightly, just like every time he got a good ranking and flew over to hug me, full of anticipation...but No response. I think as soon as I cry out and look sad, the bastard is going to sit up straight up, laugh at me, and gloat about how well he does his makeup and how hard it is for him to hold back! I held his hand tightly, imagining that his fingers would tremble suddenly, as if he was holding me for the first time, holding me tightly...holding me tightly, and telling me that if he didn't hold me for a longer time, he would lose money It's..."

Hunter stood up, came to Winston's side, and hugged him tightly.

"After that, I spent every second of my life wondering. Wondering if I was still in the dream, wondering why the jerk didn't call and wake me up."

We are born alone and we get used to being alone.

If it has been warm, then the loneliness after that will overwhelm us a hundred times and a thousand times.

"...I sat on the bedside countless times and thought about it. When was the last time I saw him? What did he say to me? What did we do together? But I can't remember. Hunter...it turns out In life, there will be someone who never said goodbye, but met for the last time."

Winston leaned his face against Hunter's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Well... like my father, like that friend of yours." Hunter was moved and felt pain along with Winston.

"Don't do the same thing to me again, Hunter."

"it is good."

"No matter what I do, no matter how angry you are with me...don't leave me..."

"it is good."

Hunter hugged Winston even tighter, not knowing how to comfort him.

Winston put his arm around Hunter's waist, and he pressed against Hunter's chest harder than before.

"Never forget what you promised me."

"of course."

At this moment, Hunter clearly felt that Winston was relying on him.

He is obviously as strong as him, yet he relies on himself like a child.

"It's late, I should go back." Winston patted Hunter on the back lightly.

"Let's sleep together! What if you are really snatched away by crazy car fans on the way? Tomorrow morning, you can run back to your hotel."

Hunter lowered his head and said with a smirk.

"Okay." Winston's answer was so natural that Hunter wondered if he planned to spend the night here in the first place.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: My birthday wish is so easy!

Winston: What wish?

Hunter: Bunny Party!

Winston: Well, I'll give you one for your 20th birthday.

Hunter: Really?

Winston: To see or not to touch.

Hunter: You punch me and knock me out... Shit.