Could You Not Tease Me?

The two were lying on the bed, Winston was very quiet, Hunter turned sideways, a little hesitant to hug each other, today Winston told himself a past that no one else knew, which made Hunter want to be more get close to him.But two big men hug each other to sleep, it's too hypocritical!

"What are you thinking?" Winston's voice sounded, in a quiet night, like a glass of water in a glass, Hunter suddenly felt dry and hoarse.

"nothing much……"

Just as Hunter was about to turn over, Winston suddenly turned sideways and hugged him.

"Go to sleep."

Hunter twitched, and was about to move when Winston's arms pulled him closer.

Accidentally, Hunter bumped into the tip of Winston's nose.

"Ouch……"

He was about to raise his head slightly when he felt his lips brush against something warm and soft.

The heart tightened suddenly, all the blood sank rapidly, and Hunter's whole body stiffened.

it's over... it's over...

It's one thing to smoke a cigarette together and use a fork, but it's another thing to kiss each other!

Hunter's heart was filled with tears, and Winston was afraid that he would have to wring his neck.

After waiting for almost half a minute, the person holding him did not move.

Hunter didn't dare to vent his anger. He opened his eyes slightly. It was the first time he was so close to Winston, and he accidentally rubbed against the tip of Winston's nose again.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

Winston's voice was very soft, and his soft breath passed between Hunter's lips, so close that Hunter worried that he would accidentally rub against the other's lips again.

"I... I'm going to sleep..."

Face to face with you like this, I can't sleep at all!

After enduring it for almost 3 minutes, Hunter finally decided to gently lift Winston's hand, and turned around, with his back to him.

Ah... the air is so fresh, and the most important thing is that you don't have to worry about touching things that shouldn't be touched.

And the embrace behind him came up, and Hunter's back was pressed against Winston's chest, and the sound of the other's breathing inexplicably made Hunter feel at ease.

This time Hunter slept soundly.

At some point, he felt movement around him, his brows furrowed, and he opened his eyes only to find that it was dawn.

Reaching for the bedside table, Hunter touched his mobile phone, and saw that the time was almost 07:30, and it was estimated that in ten minutes, he would come to wake him up for adaptive training.

Turning his face to one side, Hunter saw Winston throwing back the quilt and getting ready to get up.His hair is a bit messy, and he looks lazy and casual. He holds the phone in one hand, and with the other hand, he strokes the hair behind his head, exposing his forehead.

The morning light from the window sill fell on the tip of Winston's nose, and the eyelids drooped, like a sharp sword lying quietly in the scabbard, looking pure and sexy enough to make people jealous.

"I'm going back."

Hair fell from between Winston's fingers, and his hand reached out to rub the top of Hunter's head.

"Hey, I won't be happy if you do this."

"What are you upset about?" Winston finally put down his phone and looked over.

"It feels like you treat me like a child."

"You were younger than me."

Winston's fingers slipped from between Hunter's hair and scraped the tip of his nose.

"Ah, if I get up earlier, I can treat you to breakfast? It's your birthday, I don't seem to have any presents..."

In exchange for a crooked cake by himself in exchange for Winston, Hunter felt that he had taken advantage of it.

Winston propped up the bed with one hand, and approached Hunter, so close that Hunter felt that the other's eyelashes were about to brush against him, and the corners of Winston's lips curled up slowly.

"Otherwise, give you to me."

Hunter's breath was stuck in his throat, and he turned his face, as if he really wanted to kiss her.

With the narrow eyes, Hunter suddenly understood that this guy was teasing him again.

There were also the so-called "I want to pick you up" before, and Hunter suddenly realized that Winston had already controlled himself, so that he could make these unlimited jokes all the time.

But it was different now. He remembered every word Winston said to himself last night clearly.

If Winston's heart is a world that no one can set foot in, then Hunter is sure that he has entered it, and maybe he has the privilege of being willful and wild.

That being the case, no matter what, he had to make a comeback, and he couldn't let Winston continue to be so arrogant.

He Evan Hunter has no strengths, but when it comes to hurting each other, no one can be better than him!

Hunter raised his chin slightly, and suddenly leaned towards Winston. His hand was on Winston's side, showing a small expression of complacency: "Okay, I'll give myself to you. Take it!"

I'm not afraid of you anymore, let's see how you pick up the next one.

"Thank you, I'll accept you."

Between the opening and closing of Winston's lips and teeth, the warm breath kept touching Hunter and dissipating in the air.

"Take it! How are you going to accept me? Are you going to pack me up and take me to Ferrari?"

I would!

It's better to give me another seventeen or eight Ferrari supercars!

Winston's face turned sideways, and the tip of his nose brushed against Hunter's, so close that Hunter could almost feel the warmth of the other's lips.

The heart was pinched, and the blood seemed to be drawn downward by gravity, and Hunter subconsciously retreated.

However, Winston was getting closer and closer, his eyelids drooped lower and lower. Hunter held his breath, propped up his upper body and backed away bit by bit.

But Winston moved forward again, and Hunter resisted the urge to turn his face, because he noticed that the corners of Winston's lips were raised higher and higher.

Hunter backed up again, but he didn't expect to have reached the edge of the bed, his hands were empty, and he fell backwards suddenly.

Winston in front of him suddenly opened his eyes, like a hunting cheetah, propped up the mattress with one hand, and grabbed Hunter's wrist with the other, pulling him back.

Hunter, who thought the back of his head was about to hit the ground, suddenly bumped into the other's embrace, warm and powerful.

The back was patted twice, and Winston's voice rang in his ears: "Is it fun?"

The hanging heart fell back into the chest cavity, and Hunter exhaled: "It's not fun. Lost again."

"Then do you want to play next time?"

"Stop playing, I'm afraid that if I really kiss you, you will kill me." Hunter resentfully.

Winston let out a chuckle, pushed Hunter away, got out of bed, put on the coat on the sofa smartly, and then brushed his hair.

"I'm going. Play by yourself."

Do you want to be so handsome!

Looking at the back of Winston leaving, Hunter turned his face to the side and smiled.

Only he could see this Winston.

Hunter's sense of superiority was overwhelming.

This weekend's race at the Red Bull Circuit, the drivers of the Marcus team are Hunter and McGrady.

Before the practice match, McGrady was still indifferent to Hunter.

This made Hunter spend three seconds thinking about whether he still provoked McGrady.

Three seconds later, Hunter shrugged his shoulders.

Forget it, someone is born to be the villain in his life.

Hunter ran into Donald in the bathroom, and he immediately put his arm on Donald's shoulder excitedly: "Hey! Brother!"

When Donald heard Hunter's voice, his whole body trembled, almost holding back his urine.

"I said Hunter, can you stop making such amazing appearances all the time, I'm getting old!" Donald quickly pulled up his pants and took Hunter's hand off his shoulder.

"What's wrong with you?" Hunter squinted at the other party, he always felt that Donald was weird.

"I... what can I have..."

Donald was terrified by Hunter's look. He kept backing, while Hunter moved forward, until reaching the innermost part of the bathroom, Hunter suddenly reached out and pressed Donald's ear.

"You...what do you want to do?" Donald leaned his back against the wall and looked at Hunter nervously.

"What do you think I want to do? I don't have a part in the bunny party, so I might as well use you as compensation."

Hunter remembered that he was not as good as Winston in the previous two mornings, and was almost forced to fall out of bed by the other party. He suddenly felt that he needed to improve, so he might as well use Donald to practice.

Donald's eyes trembled, and he suddenly stammered: "You...you...let me tell you, I'm old, I don't taste good..."

"How could it be? I think you are very mature and attractive, and you are very chewy at first glance. It must be very delicious."

Hunter turned his face away, recalling the angle at which Winston leaned towards him that morning, slowly approaching.

The difference was that Winston had his eyes closed, while his eyes were wide open, just to see Donald's embarrassed expression clearly.

Donald immediately turned his head away, avoiding Hunter's face, and closed his eyes tightly, his expression was like being tortured.

"I'm not delicious... You go to Winston! You go to him! He is definitely the best Angus steak!"

Hunter's expression changed from a nasty smile to a resentment: "What am I looking for him for? I'm playing with you now!"

I can't fight him, I can only be played by him!

And no matter how good he is, I won't be able to take a bite of it!

"Then what do you want!" Donald put his hand on Hunter's shoulder and took the opportunity to leave.

"It's nothing, if there is a party after this game, remember to call me!"

"Call you big!" Donald gave Hunter a very disgusted look.

"Don't go! Don't pee when the old man is driving! I think you didn't drain the water just now!"

Hunter smiled cheaply, and when he looked up, he saw a smiling man looking at them with his pocket in his pocket. He didn't know how long he had been looking at them.

"Hey, Owen!" Donald smiled awkwardly.

Hunter, who had chased after Donald and wanted to continue playing with him, also stopped.

"Did I disturb you?" Owen looked at Hunter.

"Great to interrupt!" Donald looked at the other party gratefully.

"You can join me, let's bully old men together!" Hunter put Donald on the shoulder with a smile, admiring his reluctance.

Owen lowered his head, the smile on his lips became more obvious.

"If Donald is an old man, am I an old man?"

For Hunter, Owen of the Red Bull Racing Team is definitely a legendary existence, and he is also a rare handsome man in Formula One.

Born in the Netherlands, he has short flaxen hair and green eyes that drive female fans crazy.

Even Hunter, seeing Owen so close, has to admit that this guy really has no dead ends in 360 degrees. He is obviously a veteran among the current drivers with "Jaws" Charles, but he seems to have eaten preservatives. Those who didn't know thought he was about the same age as Winston at the age of 36.

As for this person's driving skills, if Hunter has just entered university, Owen is a senior professor.

"I like bullying old men with Old Antique." Hunter grinned.

Obviously he is a senior expert that he should respect, but Owen made him feel relaxed.

"Okay. If you can surpass Donald in the main match, I will ask you after the match... to bully the old man."

Owen walked into the bathroom with a smile.

Donald looked at Hunter in surprise, with a "do you want to die" expression.

"Why? I will overtake you at this stop."

"Do you think Owen is a good person?" Donald looked at Hunter with a heartbroken expression.

"So...he's a bad guy?"

Hunter scratched the back of his head, not feeling like it!

"No... In essence, Owen is of course a good person. He knows how to enjoy life better than me, wearing the most expensive shirts, eating the most expensive steaks, and going to the most expensive places to watch striptease..."

"Wow! Really?" Hunter showed an expectant expression.

In this case, even if he loses to anyone, he can't lose to Donald!

"With him, life will be rich and luxurious. And don't look at him smiling at you, but he and Van Winston are a virtuous one."

"What do you mean?"

"Owen has a smile on his face and is cold in his heart. He looks very gentle to everyone, but you will find that after a few years, you don't know what this guy is thinking. And Winston is cold on his face, right People he despises have a cold heart."

"It's cold anyway, so I like Owen better! And it's so pleasing to watch him!"

Hunter laughed.

"You think Owen is pleasing to the eye?" Donald sighed, "Don't say that in front of Winston."

"why?"

Could Winston still be jealous of Owen's good looks?

"I'm doing it for your own good anyway." Donald patted Hunter on the shoulder and left.

After the practice session, the qualifying session begins.

Qualifying at this race was extremely intense, with pole positions constantly changing.At first Shire took the lead, but he was overtaken by Owen in Q2, and then Owen was overtaken by Shire. In Q3, Penny of the Renault team surpassed Owen and got the third place.

However, Winston, who has always been a competitor of Shire and Owen, never drove into the top five and started in sixth place.

Hunter's final qualifying position for this race was tenth.The team is still very satisfied with this.

And McGrady ranked No.12, and his face has not been very good-looking.

Hunter found a place, squatted on the ground, took out the cigarette he had prepared a long time ago, hesitating whether to light it or not.

Should I send a text message to tell Winston where I am?

Why didn't you smoke with him, and you still feel inexplicably guilty?

Hunter held the cigarette in his mouth and did not take out the lighter for a long time.

At this time, someone came to his side and sat down.The other party turned sideways and lit the cigarette for Hunter.

"What are you thinking about? I watched you from behind for almost 3 minutes, but you didn't even light a cigarette." Winston's voice sounded.

"I'm waiting for you." Hunter bit his cigarette holder, turned his face to the other side and showed a big smile.

"yes."

"By the way, it seems that your ranking this time is not as good as the previous few rounds."

"But I can win," replied Winston.

"Well, the question is who won? This time, Donald is ahead of you." Hunter showed a gloating expression.

"What if I beat Charles and Owen?"

"It's not impossible... Didn't you beat them before and took the first place in the sub-station?"

"Then what if I beat them in three consecutive races and win the championship?" Winston asked Hunter with his chin propped up.

Obviously, Formula [-] has always been full of storms, even the driver with the number one standings is not sure that he can win the championship for three consecutive races, but Winston's expression at this time made Hunter feel that the other party is quite confident.

"Then what do you want?" Hunter bit the cigarette holder, deliberately tilting the cigarette butt up, and the ash flew down.

"Aren't you good at street dancing?"

"Hey, how do you know? You want me to dance street dance for you?"

"It's not hip-hop."

"what is that?"

Winston leaned towards him, turned his face to avoid Hunter's cigarette butt, and said softly, "Striptease."

Suddenly choking on the smoke, Hunter coughed and almost fell into tears.

"That...how can I know that!"

"Oh, that's a pity indeed," replied Winston.

"What a pity!"

"If you can enter the top five in three consecutive races, I can also show you." Winston smiled, he was playing with Hunter again, but Hunter knew very well that as long as this guy can say something , it will definitely be done.

"I suddenly felt that my life had a grand goal!"

Winston striptease?It was so shocking!

Although he had never seen this guy without clothes on, he could tell that Winston had a good figure just by looking at him.

"Can you take a picture?" Hunter asked seriously.

To think that this guy's t-shirts can sell for tens of thousands of dollars, not to mention his striptease videos!

"Okay. But if someone other than you sees it..." The original temperature in Winston's sight dropped suddenly, and the corners of his lips lifted up, as if he had expected Hunter's thoughts long ago Just waiting to set him up, "I'll just lock you in my garage and dance for me every day."

"...my determination to achieve my ambitious goal has been compromised." Hunter said unhappily.

"Let's go. It's not long before the main match starts."

"Hey, I seem to be approaching you on the track, it's very difficult."

"What's the matter?" Winston turned back.

"But this time it seems to be closer. I started tenth and you were sixth. It's just that I don't think there are many laps, and you will be farther and farther away from me."

Hunter shrugged.

Winston walked over, approached Hunter suddenly, touched his forehead against Hunter's forehead, said "fool" softly, and left.

Hunter looked at him, a little melancholy.

Since when did he stop just looking at Winston's back?

When Hunter walked back to the convoy, he was scolded by Marcus as expected.

"You boy! Check the time! The race is about to start, you didn't have a good meeting with everyone, where did you go wandering?"

"I'm nervous..." Hunter lowered his head and whispered, "So I found a quiet place to smoke a cigarette..."

Marcus looked at the top of Hunter's head and sighed helplessly: "Why are you pretending to be pitiful... If you know how nervous you are, our team would have won Formula One long ago."

Hunter sighed regretfully, being seen through by Marcus.

After a series of preparations, Hunter is about to leave.

Mark, the instrumentation engineer, made the final confirmation. He lowered his head and saw Hunter pursing his lips and smiling.

"Is there anything to make you happy?" Mark asked curiously.

"Do you think I can drive into the top five?" Hunter raised his face, his eyes still full of childish innocence.

"...I'll do the math..."

Mark thought about it seriously.

"Forget it, there is never a fixed number in Formula One. But this time... I will drive into the top five at least three times in a row."

Hunter held the steering wheel with his hands, moved his shoulders, and his face was eager to try.

Mark was stunned, and then said: "Of course you can drive into the top five! Maybe you can even win the championship!"

"Hahaha, champions are too greedy!" Hunter left with a smile.

"What did that kid tell you?" Marcus looked over curiously.

"It's nothing...I just think that Hunter will refresh his best result this time."

"I'm already very satisfied with his grades, as long as he doesn't make trouble!"

The race started in anticipation of the audience.

From the first lap, the competition between the top five drivers continued to climax.

Winston, on the other hand, has been closely following Donald who is in front of him, which makes Enzo of the Lotus team behind him follow, not daring to start overtaking easily.

After following for more than four laps, Enzo couldn't bear to try to overtake Winston, but was blocked by the opponent's superb defensive driving and was about to lose his temper.

According to this posture, is it true that Enzo, who Winston said at the beginning, would block Lotus for him?

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: My big goals in life have gone from bunny parties to Winston's striptease!

Winston: My purpose in life has never changed.

Hunter: What are your goals in life?

Winston: Got you.

Hunter: ...