Could You Not Tease Me?

"The next time you need a divorce and the other party refuses, I can lend you this video!"

"Go to hell! Lawrence Irving!"

Hunter looked at the back of these two guys who seemed to be fighting, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Hunter, let's go." Winston's voice sounded behind him, and he was so close that Hunter couldn't help but imagine the guy leaning forward slightly, talking with the back of his head.

Yes... just now Winston said to show him the striptease now.

However, Hunter was inexplicably afraid to look back at the other party.

The phone rang at this moment, and it displayed Marcus' name.For the first time, Hunter felt that Marcus' call was so appropriate.

"Hunter! Where did you go! Do you know that several sponsors want to know you! You are the signature of our team, but I can't find mine now!"

"I... I just came out to get some air, and I'll go back right away!"

Hunter took a deep breath, turned around and said to Winston with a smile: "Marcus is going crazy! I have to go back quickly! Let's talk about it next time!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around, and when he was about to leave quickly, Winston behind him stretched his long legs and grabbed his arm.

"Winston?" Hunter turned around.

"Charles doesn't mean that to me."

"I...I know! The reaction of Owen and Charles just now is very obvious..."

"You don't like being with sponsors, we can go away and do what you like."

Winston's eyes were quiet, and there was a sense of inquiry in this quietness.

"You're talking as if you're going to elope with me..." Hunter smiled to hide it, although he didn't know what he was trying to hide.

"Isn't it possible?" Winston asked.

His voice seemed to take Hunter's mind around in a big circle, and he couldn't return to the original place.

"Forget it today." Hunter raised his hand to look at his watch, "Anyway, at most an hour, this dinner should be over."

Still looking at Hunter, Winston let go of his hand.

Hunter watched Winston walk away backwards, and he waved his hand smartly: "We can meet again tomorrow! Hahaha!"

When he turned his back, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest, and his palms were covered with sweat.

He still had the feel of the strength of Winston's grip on his arm.

He rejected Winston, for the first time since they had known each other.

Hunt returned to the dinner, completely absent-mindedly shaking hands with one sponsor after another, and Winston did not return until the dinner was over.

Because of the wonderful performance of this station and the substantial increase in sponsorship fees, on the way back to the hotel, Marcus decided to hold a party for the team tomorrow to celebrate.

"We've booked a striptease!" Marcus patted Hunter on the shoulder, "Sleep well tonight and have a blast tomorrow!"

"Oh..." Hunter looked out the car window, but what Owen said to him last was replaying in his mind.

—Winston would refuse the first time, the second time, the third time.But once in a while, he'll nod.

Hunter knew early on that no one would stay by his side forever, including Winston.

But he really wanted... really wanted to have this man.

Realizing what he was thinking just now, Hunter gasped.

He is your friend!The one who has been taking care of you!Hunter, Hunter!Are you crazy!

Eyes sore.

One day, Winston will go to a hot spring with another person, have breakfast together, and go on a trip together.Even if I could go with them, I would be like a light bulb, and it would be embarrassing to follow them from a distance.

"Hunter? Here we are. What were you thinking?"

"No... nothing..."

Hunter came to his hotel room and lay down on the bed after a simple shower.

That night, he couldn't sleep at all, he tossed and turned, just wanting to knock his head out.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that he finally fell asleep.

In a daze, he found that he seemed to be back on the Ferrari test track, and he had just exploded Winston's Ferrari.

"You know what's wrong with me...you're willing to use your own Ferrari to teach me, why?"

Hunter looked at Winston, the co-pilot.

His gaze was deeper than the night, like a black hole extending infinitely in all directions, enveloping Hunter.

Hunter felt as if he was about to be locked into the other's eyes.

"First, you are the only opponent who can surpass me on the track in the future."

I have not surpassed you until now.

"Second, I want to be friends with you."

But... I don't want to just be friends with you...

"Third, I want to pick you up. Which one do you think is true?"

Why have I never noticed that from the first time you spoke to me, your voice was softer than when you spoke to others?

It is impossible to repeat the words spoken and the choices made.

If this is his own fantasy, then Hunter wants to be presumptuous.

"You want to fuck me." Hunter said with a smile, pulling the corners of his lips.

The next second, Winston on the opposite side grabbed his collar and pressed his lips hard.

Hunter didn't have a chance to say another sentence, the tip of the other party's tongue forcefully squeezed in, entangled him, and then sucked and took away his breath like a strangulation.

Hunter didn't feel scared, he stretched out his arms and hugged the other party tightly, which seemed to be tacit consent and encouragement, he used the tip of his tongue to comfort the other party, and responded to his kiss.

"From now on, no matter who confesses to you, you are not allowed to agree." Hunter looked at the man and said in a very serious tone.

"Okay." He answered him softly.

Hunter knew that he would do what he promised him.

The phone rang, and Hunter frowned, barely grabbing the phone and taking a look.

It was already twelve noon, and the nutritionist asked him to eat lunch on time.

He sat up, only to find that his face was covered with water at some point.

"Oh shit……"

Could this be saliva?

Then Hunter saw a text message from Winston: rest today?

Hunter replied: Rest, but Marcus threw a celebratory party.

Winston: Well, let's talk after the party.Didn't you plan to go to Dubai after the game?

Hunter lost his mind after a brief jump, and he replied: Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Marcus booked a luxury private room in the high-end bar for the team, and the entire team, including mechanics, technicians, public teams, and marketing teams, came here to revel.

It was also the first time for Shen Chuan and Shen Xi to see such a scene. When they saw a woman in clothes on the stage leaning on the steel pipe, twisting her waist and slowly lifting up her clothes, Hunter slapped Shen hard. Chuan's shoulder, teasing his flushed face: "Dr. Shen must have seen such a scene for the first time! Appreciate it carefully, and don't let the nosebleed out!"

Maddie glanced at Hunter with contempt: "It's as if you've seen it many times yourself. Be careful not to stand up so quickly!"

The others laughed too.

On the other hand, Shen Xi came to the place closest to the stage, raised her head and opened her eyes wide to watch them perform.

When one of the dancers twirled down from a high place, put their palms on the ground, and then turned around, Shen Xi gave a "wow" and stuffed one hundred dollars into the other's clothes.

"My God! It's still Xiaoxi who can play! He's on the road so soon!" Hunter exclaimed.

The atmosphere was in full swing in an instant, and the clothes of the dancers on the stage became less and less.

The team had just experienced a tense race, and everyone let go of the carnival.

Hunter was sitting on the edge of the stage with a dollar bill in his hand. Dancers came to him, some supported his shoulders, some leaned on his back. Marcus took out his mobile phone, took pictures himself, and sent Gave it to Hunter.

Hunter posted the photo on his Twitter and wrote a sentence - I hope my boss will always be so generous.

Marcus said dissatisfiedly: "Brat, have I ever been mean to you?"

Hunter "hehe" laughed.

He drank a lot of drinks and went to the bathroom.

Just after flushing the water, I received a text message from Winston on my phone: I'll be waiting for you next door.

Hunter almost choked on his own saliva, and immediately called the other party's phone back, and it just rang before it was connected.

"Where did you say you were?"

"I'm in the private room next to your team."

It was noisy outside, but Winston's voice was very clear.

"You...does your team also have a party in this bar?"

"Only me. I'll give you 3 minutes. If you don't come over, you won't be able to see it in the future."

"Can't see anything?"

The other party didn't answer him and hung up the phone directly.

"Hello... hello? Winston?"

Hunter seemed to realize something, put the phone on his body, quickly opened the door, and walked out quickly.

The private room was crowded, and some people stopped him from speaking.

Hunter glanced at his watch and became anxious.

Half a minute has passed.

"Excuse me, I have something to do!"

"Hunter, where are you going?"

After finally breaking out of the siege, Hunter's back collar was grabbed by Marcus again.

"I'm going out for a while, I'll be right back!"

"Are you going to sneak out again? Today you are the protagonist!"

"I'm not slipping! I'll be right back!" Hunter pulled back his collar, and continued to squeeze his way through the already high and mindless teammates.

A minute has passed, and a layer of sweat broke out on Hunter's back.

He rushed out the door and looked around.

Winston said it was next door, so is it left or right?

Hunter rushed to the left and pushed hard on the door of the private room, which was locked.

not this!

Hunter turned and rushed to the other side, and suddenly collided with a waiter pushing a beer cart at the bar.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Hunter apologized to the other party in a hurry, before he had time to help him up, he went to another box.

He slammed the door open, and the box was bright but quiet, as if it was another world.

He let out a breath, and in front of him was Winston in a casual jacket and jeans sitting on the edge of the stage. His legs were already long, hanging there, giving Hunter the urge to break them all.

There was a faint smile on Winston's lips, he turned his face slowly, and the light and shadow flowed between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Exactly 3 minutes."

His half-smiling eyes were the most irresistible charm for Hunter.

Hunter walked over and stood in front of Winston, "You don't really want to striptease me here, do you?"

"Yes."

Winston leaned towards Hunter, who swallowed and took a step back.

Calm down, Hunter.

Calm.

If you get nervous, you lose.

Winston stood up, Hunter's eyes followed the opponent's legs upwards, his waist, his chest were all in front of his eyes.

"You're the only one in the audience. Would you like to sit in the front, or the back?"

"Nonsense! Of course sit in the front!"

A few bar chairs are randomly placed under the stage, and behind the bar chairs is a sofa.

Hunter chose a bar chair, sat on it, propped his chin, with an expression of "I will appreciate it seriously".

Winston put his head in his pocket and lowered his head: "What kind of music do you like?"

"Watching a striptease must have sexier music!"

Winston took out the phone and threw it to Hunter.

A song appeared on the screen, which seemed to be in French, which Hunter couldn't understand.

"Are you sure you don't need a glass of water?"

Winston folded his arms comfortably and asked Hunter with his back against the pole.

"Hahaha! You're here, should I order a glass of red wine? Being drunk just overwhelms you!"

"I want you to look at me soberly. If you want to press me, you must press me soberly." Winston's eyes did not move away from Hunter for a moment, which made him and Hunter serious.

When Hunter's finger touched the play button on the screen, his heart felt tense, as if he was waiting for the departure order at the starting point, and all kinds of thoughts were boiling, looking for the crack that broke out of the embankment.

Slowly, as if stretched music sounded, it seemed to be a blues.

The whole space was infused with some kind of uplifting wine, swirling lazily, drowning Hunter.

Winston swayed gently against the pole.

His eyes were icy cold, such a temperature remained in Hunter's eyes, as if it would suddenly boil from zero at any time, his hand gently pulled the collar of his leisure coat, and pulled it outward, without the tenderness of a woman, but in The small swing made Hunter feel the introverted maturity and power beauty of men.

Hunter even felt that Winston was like a patient hunter, approaching in the way that most made him relax his vigilance, and swallowed him in one gulp at the moment when he was distracted.

Hunter's mood tensed, and Winston's fingers slid from the top to the bottom of the collar, and the collar slid down from his neck and hung on his arm.

It was the first time Hunter saw Winston like this.

He had never been neatly dressed and could not see any flaws, but at this time he seemed to have a crack in his perfect appearance, and Hunter felt an irrepressible desire.

The throat seemed to be pinched by the other party's fingers, even if Hunter swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat was swollen and painful.

Winston's waist was lifted upwards with great force to the music, and Hunter's mood was instantly pushed up, and his body seemed to be penetrated.And the coat hanging on his arm fell off with a "crash".

Hunter subconsciously shuddered and tugged on his denim jacket.

Because he had the illusion that it was not Winston's coat that was taken off, but his own.

Winston was still looking at him, wondering if it was because of the music, his eyes without emotion became more charming.

Hunter exhaled calmly, his fingertips trembling slightly.

The corners of the lips of the man on the stage raised, that kind of smile was something Hunter had never seen before, it wasn't shallow and mean when joking, nor was it polite, but sexy that belonged to Winston.

The smile quickly disappeared, and everything was contained again.

Winston put his arms around himself, stroking from his shoulders down to his wrists.The fingers of his right hand hooked up the sleeve of his left hand, and lifted it up little by little, revealing the beautiful forearm line.

Hunter subconsciously clasped the edge of the bar chair, as if Winston's palm was caressing not himself, but Hunter.

Winston on the stage stretched his body with the steel pipe in his hand and turned around, Hunter's head was buzzing.

Winston leaned against the pole and gently lifted the hem of his white T-shirt.There was a desireless expression on his face, and when his tight waist line was revealed little by little, Hunter only felt that something penetrated his body, rushed into this space, and scattered in all directions.

Hunter held his breath and watched as Winston pulled off the T-shirt extremely slowly, and sat down. His back was straight, keeping his body temperature on the steel pipe.He raised his chin, and the line of his neck was like a string on the verge of breaking. The moment he turned his face sideways, the hair on his forehead fell down and swept across his eyebrows.

Something in Hunter's body was about to explode.

Can't watch anymore...

Really can't watch anymore.

Watch any further and he'll go crazy.

Hunter regretted it, he should have sat on the sofa, it was difficult for him to hide himself in this position.

Supporting himself on one leg, Winston slowly raised himself from the sitting position, his right hand was raised high, and he clasped the steel pipe backwards.

If it's a woman, this will make it hard for the man looking at her.

But Winston was dangerously sexy.

Hunter just wanted to rush to the bathroom at this moment!

The man on the stage turned his face, still looking into Hunter's eyes, his emotions, his reason, everything about him was taken away by the other party.

Winston's fingers were on the edge of the jeans, and he gently pulled it down. It was obviously impossible to pull it off, but it seemed that something that did not belong to Hunter was about to flow out.

Hunter's voice was dry and hoarse, and his knuckles turned white as he clasped the edge of the bar chair.

Mingming said to himself that he hoped that Winston would end quickly, but deep down in his heart he was shouting - give me more!

Winston's fingers were on the first button of his jeans, and Hunter craned his neck.

It was too hard to hide himself... He just wanted to enjoy it unscrupulously.

But at that moment, the music on the phone on Hunter's lap ended.

Winston, who was leaning on the steel pipe, lowered his body, picked up the white T-shirt that had fallen on the ground, and put it on neatly.

"Huh?" Hunter tilted his head and looked at him.

Winston grabbed his casual jacket casually, stepped off the stage, and took Hunter's cell phone away.

"It's over?" Hunter's eyes widened.

"It's over, isn't five minutes and 30 seconds enough?" Winston asked back.

What?Have 5 minutes?

Wait, that's not the point!

"You haven't taken off your pants yet!"

Winston patted Hunter on the head: "Didn't I take off my clothes? Who told you to take off in a striptease?"

It makes sense?

"I'm leaving. Aren't you going back to your team's party?" Winston raised his chin.

"Are you leaving?"

"Well. Our team also has activities."

But Hunter can't stand up now!

As long as he gets off the bar chair and rubs his pants, he will definitely not be able to bear it!

"Not leaving yet?"

"Oh……"

Hunter deliberately turned the bar chair around and walked down with his back to Winston.

Be careful...don't get up...don't get up...

Hunter followed Winston out of the box as usual, but felt uncomfortable.

"I'll go in first!" Hunter pushed the team's box door, and couldn't wait to see Winston's reaction, so he quickly squeezed in.

When the loud music and the exuberant voices of his teammates overwhelmed him, Hunter's tense heart suddenly relaxed, and the place that was originally depressed couldn't help but become high-spirited.

His face was flushed and he rushed to the bathroom.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Maddie and a dancer kissing in full swing. Seeing Hunter's evil fire rising, he immediately yelled: "I want to go to the bathroom!"

Maddie paused, and just about to say something, Hunter pointed behind him: "There are more empty boxes on the other side!"

McGrady was about to explode when the female dancer grabbed him and pulled him out.

hurry up!hurry up!

Hunter shouted in his heart.

However, McGrady walked very slowly, and Hunter was about to explode.

When McGrady stepped forward, Hunter immediately slammed the door shut, leaning against the door, and raised his head.

His mind is full of Winston's expression, Winston's eyes, fingers, even the slightly raised hair when he rotates, the lines drawn from his shoulders and back, everything about him makes Hunter seem to be locked in. A space that is too narrow to breathe, longing to be released.

He felt crazy, even though Winston was not in front of him, he still controlled everything about him.

After finally getting rid of it, Hunter would lose control whenever he thought of the picture of that guy's finger buckling the edge of his jeans.

I don't know how much time has passed. The moment Hunter opened the bathroom door and saw the steel pipes on the high stage, Winston's figure flooded into his mind again.

It was as if all his longing for the year had exploded on this day.

When he left the bathroom, the box was already drunk.

The only ones who were sober were Shen Chuan and Shen Xi, and a few female assistants who didn't drink much.

"Hey, Hunter, are you okay?" Shen Xi rarely showed a surprised expression.

"Because I hide fast!" Hunter pretended to be okay and smiled, "Where's Maddie?"

"He just left with a dancer." Shen Xi pointed to the door.

"What should we do with these people? It's impossible for us alone to send them all back to the hotel." Shen Chuan sighed.

"Call the pick-up service." Hunter glanced at Marcus who was lying on the sofa, "Anyway, it will be charged to Marcus's account."

So, Hunter and Shen Chuan put all the people in the right car into the called car, and they sat side by side in the back, with the public relations manager sitting in the co-pilot, next to Shen Chuan was a drunk Marcus, and outside the window was Abu Dhabi architecture in ever-retrogress.

Abu Dhabi was very quiet in the early morning, as if there was a certain kind of self-control over desire, which reminded Hunter of the man's face again.

"Hello... Shen Chuan..."

"Ok?"

"Do you believe... Winston has been seducing me?"

Hunter felt that the words he said were so unbelievable that he himself found it funny.But it is impossible to take back what is said.

"Van Winston from the Ferrari team?" Shen Chuan showed a surprised expression in front of him for the first time.

"Yes."

Shen Chuan is one of the rare guys who can chat with Winston. If it was him, what kind of answer would he give?

"How is it possible? We all know that Winston is a standard British gentleman, doesn't he still have the title of 'abstinence nobleman'? Are you out of your mind?" Shen Chuan thought for a while and asked again, "You and him are the most popular among car fans. The combination of teammates I look forward to, many fans want you to join the Ferrari team and fight side by side with Winston. For this, Mr. Marcus has no less headaches."

"Ha ha ha ha... right? I'm joking! Everyone envies Winston for being so kind to me! Why do you think you can't tell the difference between a joke and the truth like Xiaoxi?"

While giggling, I felt empty in my heart.

In fact... He really hoped that Winston had really seduced him in the name of a friend.

Such hope made Hunter feel more and more that he was doomed.

When did this idea start?

It seems that Shire's "drunken confession" calmed him down... No, no, even earlier... When Audrey appeared beside Winston during breakfast, his heart already uncomfortable...

Or earlier, when they traveled to Sapporo together?

When thinking about it like this, Hunter suddenly felt that everything was terrible.

Because of Owen's reminder, one day Winston will nod to someone's confession.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: My Hunter seems to be having a fit.

Hunter: I didn't!

Winston: Then why don't you answer my text messages?

Hunter: Then why don't you strip your pants!

Winston: Oh.

Hunter: What are you doing?What are you taking off!Don't pressure me!go away!