Could You Not Tease Me?

At four o'clock in the morning, Hunter didn't feel sleepy at all.

There is still a text message from Winston in his mobile phone: Do you want to go to Dubai tomorrow?

Why did you ask me to go play with you?

The world is so big, no one else goes with you?

Where are your teammates?

Do you know that I'm running you this way and that in my head?

... so annoying!

Hunter grabbed his cigarettes and left the hotel room.

Coming to the side of the road, leaning against the electric pole, Hunter squeezed the lighter, just clicked, and Hunter subconsciously turned around, thinking that Winston would appear behind him again.

However, there was no one.

Hunter was inexplicably disappointed.

The cigarette was lit, but he did not put it between his lips.

Because it suddenly occurred to him that he was used to sharing a cigarette with that guy.

Hunter closed his eyes, raised his head, and let the cigarette burn silently.

He obviously didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel tired at all.

"Hey, are you playing the telegraph pole?"

A laughing voice sounded, and as soon as Hunter opened his eyes, he saw Owen in sportswear looking at him with a towel on his shoulder.

It turned out to be this guy!

Hunter's first reaction was to turn around and leave, but after thinking about it, the utility pole didn't belong to their house, and he didn't care where he wanted to stay.

Owen sat on the ground beside Hunter. This guy should be doing morning exercises.

He is a veteran figure in the race car, and he can continue to play at his peak level for many years, which is inseparable from his daily body management.

From this point of view, Irving is actually a guy with a lot of self-control.

Hunter suddenly admired him a little.

"Give me a cigarette." Owen hooked his finger to Hunter.

Hunter threw him a cigarette, and Owen took Hunter's lighter as well.

His smoking posture was different from Winston's restrained elegance, while Owen's cigarette was somewhat wanton in his mouth.

"what is troubling you?"

"none of your business."

Owen smiled and flicked a cigarette: "You're thinking of Van Winston."

"Smoke your cigarette." Hunter regretted talking to this guy.

"Hunter... When I was your age, I didn't know what I really wanted."

Owen's voice sounded a little melancholy.But Hunter didn't buy it, who knows what kind of "conspiracy" this guy is brewing.

The best response is silence.

"No one saw it, or figured out what I want. So you're lucky, Hunter. At least I can see what you want at a glance." Owen said.

Hunter snorted softly: "Oh? I want to step on you, and I want to surpass you and Shire in points. Isn't that obvious?"

"You want Vaughn Winston to be by your side forever. You're afraid he's going to leave you," Owen said with a laugh.

All of Hunter's thoughts were seized by Owen at that moment, and he could no longer think about anything else.

Was he that obvious?

Obviously no one in the whole team could see it!

"Do you know the most direct and effective way to make someone never leave you?"

This question made Hunter's eyes warm up.

he does not know.

He really doesn't know.

If he had known, his mother would not have left him, and neither would his father.

"Hold on to him, from here." Owen stood up and patted Hunter on the chest lightly, "If you always worry about gains and losses but refuse to take a step, you will always stand at the door instead of pushing in. "

"It's so easy for you to say... How can I hold him tight? What Charles said is right, the one who can attract Winston's attention is always the strong one in front of him! But I'm not... I'm immature, I'm not Calm down, I can be played around by you, and I am easy to deceive! How can I catch him?"

It was too late when Hunter realized what he had said.

But so what?

At most, he would be laughed at by Owen. Even if he said it later, he would still say that he was talking nonsense. Anyway, Owen has always been bad. How many people can really believe him?

But Owen didn't laugh, instead he looked up at Hunter.

"You really don't know what attracts Winston in yourself, do you?"

Yes, he does not understand.

When Winston approached him, it seemed that he directly omitted all the process of understanding each other's shortcomings and tolerance.

"Because you are immature, you are unsophisticated. Because you are not calm, your reactions are real. Because you are easy to deceive, Winston can hide his emotions from you. Because you are strong, he To enjoy the glory of being chased by you, you must overcome obstacles and rush to the forefront."

Owen said in a calm tone.

Hunter didn't know how to answer him.

"But actually, everything I said just now is bullshit." Owen smiled.

And Hunter immediately became disappointed.

Sure enough, those words were comforting or ridiculing him?

"Because you are Evan Hunter, Winston tolerates you unconditionally."

Hunter suddenly remembered the time when he broke up with Winston.That guy clearly remembered every word he said when he hurt Winston, but he asked him that neither of them could mention "breaking off" any more.

"Now I'll give you ten seconds to make a decision. I'll teach you to get him, or act like I never said anything like that to you from now on."

Owen raised his hand and showed his sports watch.

Hunter froze there.

Do you want Winston?

Do you want to take that step?

It's not a question of Irving being trustworthy, it's whether you want to hang on to him or not?

Just when Owen put down his hand, Hunter blurted out: "I want it!"

"Oh... you're really straightforward!" Owen said with his eyes wide open.

"I don't know what you're up to. But Lawrence Irving, I swear if you play me with Winston, I'm not just going to crush you on the track, I'm going to smash your head off and give Charles is kicking the ball!" Hunter grabbed Winston's collar, his eyes stern and oppressive poured into Owen's eyes.

Owen was pinned down by him and couldn't move.

There was no timid expression on Hunter's face, and Owen even felt murderous.

At that moment, he understood why this young man was able to advance bravely on the unpredictable Formula One track and fight for the position of a first-class driver in a weak team, because once he determined what he wanted, he would never Be content with being conservative, but meet gods and kill gods.

"Oh... Hasn't Winston contacted you recently?" Owen patted the back of Hunter's hand, motioning for him to let him go.

"He asked me if I wanted to go to Dubai together for my day off."

"Then promise him! Dubai is a good place!" Owen showed a not-so-kind smile.

Hunter tilted his head and looked at Owen, always feeling that the "good place" in this guy's mouth is not just a good place.

So 10 minutes later, Winston received a call from Hunter.

"Hello? Winston? Our team was drunk last night. I didn't notice your text message! I should be back in the United States before Thursday, how about you?" Hunter suppressed his anxious heartbeat, afraid The other party noticed any clues and tried to keep his voice normal.

"I'm also on Thursday. Then let's go to Dubai together. You probably haven't been there."

"That's right! I want to go to the sailing hotel! I also want to play in the water park! And sand surfing! And skydiving! And..."

"We don't have enough time. I'll book a room at the sailing hotel first, and leave the sand for tomorrow. The skydiving team won't allow it. How about I take you there after we retire?"

Hunter's heart suddenly warmed.

In Winston's life plan after retiring, there is him.

"Okay!"

"We'll be flying straight back to New York from Dubai then."

"Your plan must be fine!" Hunter said with a smile.

"That also requires you not to lose the chain. I rented a car and we drove to Dubai. You can continue to sleep in the car and enjoy the scenery of the desert city."

"Hahaha, okay!"

After Hunter hung up the phone, he stood in front of the window with his hips crossed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Even if he didn't know what the final result would be, Hunter suddenly wasn't afraid of the unknown at all.

It was Winston himself who said that no matter what happened, he would not easily say "break up the relationship".

Hunter decided to do what he wanted to do, and it was like a Formula [-] race, where if you just wanted to hold your position, you would be overtaken.Only when you are always ready to surpass your opponent can you be the first to cross the finish line.

Ten minutes later, Hunter received a text message from Winston: I will wait for you at the entrance of the hotel, pack up and come down.

"So fast?" Hunter scratched his head, he didn't confiscate anything!

In order not to keep Winston waiting for a long time, Hunter stuffed his clothes into the bag as quickly as possible, slung his shoulders and ran out.

Winston rented an off-road vehicle, and Hunter threw the luggage into the back seat, then sat in the passenger seat and put on sunglasses.

"Seat belt," Winston said.

"What?" Hunter took out his sunglasses and put them on lazily, ready to turn his head to sleep.

"Seat belt," Winston reminded again.

Hunter took out his phone, put on his headphones and listened to music.

Winston turned sideways, leaned towards Hunter, stretched his arms, pulled the seat belt, and was about to put it on for him, but Hunter leaned into Winston's ear with a smirk: "Hey, is there anyone following me?" You said that your ears are particularly beautiful?"

Hunter had expected that Winston would cover his ears and raise his eyes to look at him. Unexpectedly, this guy just buckled up his seat belt, straightened his back, started the engine, and left the hotel.

The expression on his face didn't even change.

Ah...what the hell...so disappointed...

Every time this guy gets close, I feel embarrassed.Why did he speak by his ear, but he didn't respond at all.

What that guy Owen taught didn't work at all.

What about "The way Winston makes your heart beat, and you treat him that way, this is an eye for an eye", maybe everything that Winston made him embarrassed was not intentional at all for him, so he didn't think much about it!

Hunter squinted at Winston's profile through his dark glasses.

This guy is also wearing sunglasses, and he looks very stylish.

Looking at it, Hunter became sleepy, and unconsciously closed his eyes and fell asleep with his head tilted, snoring lightly.

The car became quiet, and the music from Hunter's headphones could be faintly heard.

The wind came in through the car window, stirring Hunter's hair.

And the man beside him who had been silent all this time raised a hand, lightly touched the ear that Hunter was leaning against just now, and sighed suppressedly.

When the sun was about to set, they came to Dubai and drove to the front of the Burj Al Arab Hotel.

Hunter was still leaning on the seat without any reaction. Winston's fingers on the side sank into his hair and gently rubbed it.

"Hmm..." Hunter woke up, and when he straightened his back, the sunglasses slid off and hung on his ears, and he looked a little silly.

"Here we are," said Winston.

"Oh! This is the sailing hotel!" Hunter raised his face, "It's a bit different from the ones in the movie and on the website."

"Why is it different?"

"A bit old."

"It's not a new hotel after all." Winston got out of the car and lifted his and Hunter's luggage.

Hunter followed and came to the magnificent hotel lobby.

Then Hunter discovered that Winston had only booked one room.

"Why is there only one room?" Hunter asked, but he felt very happy in his heart.

I was able to sleep with Winston again as if I was in a hot spring in Noboribetsu!

"The Burj Al Arab is full of suites. Do you think it is necessary for us to live in two suites and use our mobile phone to send text messages?" Winston's tone was taken for granted.

"Of course we still live together!" Hunter said as a matter of course.

Every suite in the hotel is equipped with a butler, and Hunter followed the butler to the hotel room.

The first to third floors were almost taken over by tourists, and the room that Winston booked was relatively high, so it could be relatively clean.

"I wanted to book the presidential suite, but it has already been booked."

"presidential suite?"

"Well. On the 25th floor, there is a cinema, equipped with two bedrooms and two living rooms, overlooking Dubai."

"Oh... wait for next year's Grand Prix, I'll invite you to sleep in the presidential suite." Hunter winked triumphantly at Winston.

I don't want to sleep in the presidential suite!two bedrooms?Who wants two bedrooms?

Winston turned his face away, and Hunter moved his head closer, and he found that Winston smiled, although it was very shallow.

"why are you laughing?"

"You asked me to sleep here?" asked Winston.

"Is it okay here?" Hunter asked.

"There are better places."

"Then I'll ask you to sleep in a better place." Hunter replied.

The butler was about to explain the various functions in the suite, and Hunter couldn't wait to rush upstairs to the bedroom.

Facing the bed is a floor-to-ceiling window, with a panoramic view of the Persian Gulf in the setting sun, and the rising crescent moon can be seen faintly.

Hunter stood in front of the window and let out a soft "wow".

Winston said to the butler: "I know all these functions, and I will call you if there is anything."

The butler smiled and left.

Winston took their luggage and went upstairs unhurriedly. Hunter was already lying on the big bed, laughing for some reason.

The silk curtain fell down, and Winston could just see his waistline through the gap, which was constantly changing as Hunter rolled.

"Winston! Winston! Come and see! It's so funny!"

"What's so funny?"

Winston paused in packing the luggage, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and sat beside Hunter.

Hunter pointed to the heart-shaped rose petals placed in the center of the bed: "Hahahaha! Is this a honeymoon? Not only roses, but also chocolate and red wine!"

"These are arranged uniformly," said Winston.

Hunter squinted his eyes and smiled, resting his hands under his head, looking at the sea view in front of him.

"Like it?" Winston asked softly.

His eyes lowered, he slowly moved up along Hunter's legs, along his waist where his T-shirt was exposed, and quietly sank into the depths.

Hunter's heart itch.

He sat up, deliberately leaned towards Winston, looked into his eyes, and whispered in a tone similar to his, "I like it."

After finishing speaking, he fell back on the bed, rubbed his face against the silk quilt, and turned around several times, spreading the rose petals everywhere.

Winston got up and went back to the closet to continue packing his luggage.

Hunter turned his face to the side, glanced at the handsome silhouette of the other party, took out his mobile phone, and sent a text message to Owen: What you taught me is useless!

Soon Owen replied to him: Don't worry, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

Take out a mean emoji.

Hunter immediately deleted the text message to destroy the evidence.

At this time, Winston took out the coat that Hunter had rubbed into the luggage bag, shook it vigorously twice, and hung it in the closet.

The sound of Hunter unwrapping chocolate came from the bed.

Winston stood there, eyes closed, fingers pinching the waist of his coat, and exhaled from the back of his throat.

"Where shall we go for dinner tonight?"

Hunter came to Winston with a chocolate in the shape of a sailboat in his mouth, and stuffed another piece of chocolate into his mouth.

Winston suddenly turned his face away, and Hunter froze his hands in disappointment.

"I don't eat the chocolate here, it's too sweet," replied Winston.

"Oh……"

Hunter was disappointed again.

This doesn't fit the routine at all!At this time, whether you like chocolate or not, if you like me, shouldn't you eat it?Kiss my fingers by the way or something?

Winston didn't follow the routine at all!Then he wouldn't be able to follow the routine designed by Owen to flirt!

"I booked the seafood restaurant and took the submarine to the underwater restaurant. Remember to wear a suit and no sneakers."

"Huh? My suit and shoes are at the PR manager's..."

Why do you need suits and leather shoes when you come out to play?

"It's okay, you can rent it from the hotel."

"that would be great!"

He didn't want to miss the underwater restaurant at all.

Within a few minutes, the butler came to their suite with a suit.

Hunter took it apart and was a little surprised: "Yo, it's Versace!"

"New for spring and summer. Try it out."

Winston had already taken off his T-shirt with his back to Hunter.The lines on his shoulders and back due to the force made Hunter couldn't help but keep looking.

Nothing exaggerated, all the ups and downs are just right.

Winston put on his shirt and tugged at the collar neatly, which reminded Hunter inexplicably of yesterday's undressing.

"Why don't you change it?" asked Winston, turning.

Hunter rubbed his chin, remembering what Irving taught emphatically, "All the things you like about him should be praised in a shameless way", he pulled out a smile: "Your shoulders and back are very beautiful."

"Shall I introduce you to the physical trainer?" Winston asked.

"Introduce it to me, and I can't exercise lines like yours. It makes people want to take a bite."

Without looking back, Winston took off his jeans, and his two straight legs were right in front of Hunter.

"Bite off everything." Hunter added, staring straight at his legs.

Winston put on the suit jacket to outline his figure more clearly, and he threw the jacket he had changed into Hunter's face.

"Hang up your clothes. You haven't changed your shirt yet."

Hunter was again disappointed.

He said he wanted to "bite them all off", but this guy didn't show any sign at all?How about taunting him?

Hunter had just pulled off the coat covering his head when Winston's eyes suddenly met.With one hand in his pocket, the other party looked at him sideways, as if about to kiss him, and Hunter almost staggered backwards in shock.

"What do you want to bite off?"

"It's nothing..." Hunter subconsciously leaned back.

"Don't you want to bite them all off?" Winston's voice was soft, and Hunter's heart seemed to be stirred up layer by layer.

"I... I'm just kidding!"

"Then what do you mean by joking to bite me off?" Winston went on.

"I mean the line on your back!"

"Oh... what a pity, it's just the back line."

Winston straightened his back, and the feeling of being oppressed finally eased. Hunter was about to exhale, but was flicked hard by the opponent's fingers.

"Oh!"

"Next time you make such a joke, it won't be your forehead that hurts." Winston got up and went to the bathroom.

Hunter tilted his head, thinking that it's not the head that hurts, can you really beat me?

Hunter took off his T-shirt and kicked off his slacks.He hooked his fingers over the shirt and put it on.

At this time, Marcus called and chatted for a long time about the interview arrangements for the American Grand Prix.

Hunter buttoned his phone while holding the phone, and when he reached the penultimate button, he realized that he had buttoned it in the wrong place.

"Oh shit……"

"What? Are you scolding me?" Marcus seemed to be furious.

"No no no! I mean buttons!"

"You brat! I kindly adjusted your vacation, but you scolded me!"

"I really didn't scold you!" Hunter sighed helplessly.

At this time, someone stood behind him, grabbed his waist, and turned him around.

It's Winston.

He lowered his eyes, touched the buttons of Hunter's shirt with his fingers, and unbuttoned them one by one.

His fingertips slid across Hunter's skin from time to time, and the soft and unintentional feeling made Hunter distracted.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Winston's knuckles brushed past the two most sensitive points on Hunter's chest from time to time, which made Hunter subconsciously shrug his shoulders while answering the phone.

Winston pinched Hunter's shirt skirt with his fingers, and gently pulled it down, making Hunter lower his head subconsciously.The imminent kiss became more apparent when Winston raised his eyes to look at him.

The heart beat wildly.

Hunter had an urge to bite on it just like that.

He could only forcefully stop such an impulse, holding the mobile phone and pretending that it was uncomfortable to clamp the mobile phone around his neck, so he turned his face sideways, just as Winston was helping him put on the bow tie, Hunter endured the beating of his heart, and pressed his face to the side. go up.

The moment they touched each other, Hunter felt that thousands of fireworks were blooming in his heart, and he couldn't even listen to what Marcus said.

He thought Winston would leave immediately, but when Winston turned his face the other way, his lips seemed to brush the corners of his own.

Hunter's heart went up, what should we do?What should he say to cover it up?Or just look at Winston's reaction like this?

Owen didn't hand him these at all!

But Winston took Hunter's suit jacket as usual, and put it on Hunter's shoulders like a hug.

"Hands," Winston reminded.

Hunter was in a daze.He slipped his arms into the sleeves, and Winston's fingers squeezed the cuffs, supporting him.

His nails just rubbed against Hunter's palm, and by the time Hunter came to his senses, he had already grabbed his fingers.

Blood rushed to the palm.

Hunter could only pretend that he didn't realize anything, and "concentrate" on the phone with Marcus.

"I don't want to answer this question! This question is so fake!"

"Brat do you want to die!" Marcus continued to growl on the other end of the phone.

Winston's fingers slipped from Hunter's palm.

This made Hunter feel lost immediately.

Winston half-kneeled in front of Hunter, holding the waistband of his suit trousers.His fingers brushed Hunter's knee, motioning for Hunter to lift his leg up and into it.

And the moment Winston raised his chin, Hunter suddenly realized that he was only wearing underwear!And from this angle, Winston's line of sight should be exactly on the same level as Little Hunter!

At that moment, Hunter only felt a sinking feeling in his lower abdomen, and he was almost about to react!

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: The tricks are useless!

Winston: The routine is too shallow.

Hunter: Then I'll learn some advanced routines!

Winston: If the routine is too deep, you will be in pain.

Let's see how far Hunter has upgraded the routine, so that Winston can't reverse the routine?