Could You Not Tease Me?

He subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his upper lip. Owen paused and whispered, "See if he doesn't kill you..."

"what?"

"It's nothing! Be happy Hunter! One lick, two licks, three licks are all the same!" Owen squinted his eyes and said encouragingly.

Hunter really snapped it apart from a third of the way, and there was still jam inside!

Hunter suddenly felt that the candy was too creative.

He raised his head and poured the jam into his mouth: "Hmm... the filling is more delicious than the icing on the outside!"

Owen showed a nasty smile, but unfortunately it was blocked by the phone, and said pointedly: "Of course the sandwich inside is delicious!"

Half an hour later, Winston, who was finishing meeting with sponsors, walked out of the venue with one hand in his pocket.

And his cell phone kept vibrating, indicating that there was a text message.

He took out his mobile phone, and the text message displayed Hunter's name, and the content of the text message was: A fan gave me a very interesting lollipop.

With a slight swipe of the fingertips, a picture of Hunter leaning against the pillow, his hair a little messy, with a helpless pitiful expression like being forced, and the tip of his tongue slightly protruding touched the gap on the top of the lollipop.

Winston tightened his fingers on the phone.

The text message came again: I can't swallow it at all!

A photo followed, showing Hunter frowning with a half-closed expression that he couldn't put in any more.His ears were red.

The third text message is at it again: so just bite it off!

A middle image of Hunter biting a lollipop appeared on the screen, with childish reluctance and childishness.

The fourth text message followed: the jam inside is quite delicious!

Winston swiped his finger down quickly, and what he saw was Hunter looking up, pouring the jam from the half lollipop into his mouth.The crew neck of his T-shirt is tilted to one side, and the left collarbone is almost completely in the frame.From this angle, he can still vaguely see the tip of his tongue sticking out, almost touching the jam flowing out of the icing.

Winston's shoulders froze, his fingers pinching the phone harder and harder.

"Damn... If I knew this kid was so sexy, I should have fucked him to death when I was in the club!"

Nicky's voice came from beside Winston.

Winston put the phone away abruptly, and Nicky reached out to stop it.

"Let me take another look! Or send it to me! I promise not to show it to anyone else!"

Winston's icy eyes swept over.

Nicky took a step back. "That...he's going to send you a picture like this...that means you've got him, right?"

Winston said nothing.

But Nicky felt that this kind of Winston made people feel appalled.

His gaze crushed Nicky's nerves, and he visibly clenched his jaw, sullen as if about to burst.

"You... isn't he trying to seduce you?" Nicky didn't understand why Winston was angry.

Winston turned and left with a cold face, no matter how the staff shouted, he never looked back.

It was the first time Nicky had seen the man completely lose his poise and composure.

When he walked out of the press center, he immediately called Hunter back.

Hunter in Owen's room saw the name displayed on the phone, his arms trembled, and the phone almost fell to the ground, but Owen caught it for him.

"Hey, don't say you're here with me, and don't say you saw me tonight." Owen warned.

Needless to say, I know it too.Previously, he only guessed that he was texting Owen, and Winston had such a big reaction.

If he found out that he had entered Owen's room in the middle of the night... Maybe he would really break up the relationship!

Hunter took a breath, and pretended to call out the other party's name in a normal way: "Hey! Winston, are you still in the news center?"

"Where are you?"

Winston's voice was deep.

"I'm in...a hotel room!"

"is it?"

The phone hangs up.

It just hung up like this!

Hunter looked at Owen: "This...what's the matter?"

Owen suddenly understood: "Oops! Those photos were obviously not taken by yourself! You hooked him with sugar, how did you take the photos! From his point of view, there must be someone else in the room, and he is definitely angry! He must be going to Catch you in your room!"

"No...impossible!" Hunter broke out in a cold sweat.

"How is it impossible! Hunter, you succeeded, he is jealous!"

Owen hugged Hunter's back, turned his head and stuffed the box of candy into Hunter's arms towards me, and drove him out of the room door: "You go back right now! Go back to your room! What are you doing standing there stupidly! If Winston finds out that you lied to him, he will dig three feet and find out who you are with!"

"Hey, don't make it seem like he loves me very much!"

"Does he love me if he doesn't love you! Remember, don't tell me if you die. Otherwise, neither Winston nor I will let you go."

Owen's gaze was absolutely serious.

Just as Hunter was about to yell "Why?", Owen drove him outside the door.

Through the door, he still didn't forget to tell him: "It's still an old saying, don't refuse Winston whatever he wants! Otherwise, you won't even think about participating in the next competition!"

"I'll wipe it!" Hunter stretched out his hand to the door and gave his middle finger fiercely.

"If you don't run away, Winston will be at your door!"

Hunter was shocked, and immediately ran to the elevator, and pressed for a long time before the elevator came up.

At this moment, he was very anxious. Although he knew that Winston did not rush to his hotel from the press center so quickly, what if Winston left the press center early?

Hunter's [-]-meter sprint has never been so fast in his life.

With all his strength, he rushed all the way from Hanjue to his hotel, pressing the elevator desperately. He didn't even think that he could return to his room within 5 minutes, but the moment he took out the room card, he was still a little nervous.

Could it be that Winston had already been here?

Hunter pushed the door open, turned on the light, and threw the box of lollipops on the bed, panting heavily. Fortunately, the distance was short and he didn't sweat much.

For a few short minutes, Hunter sat alone on the mattress.

He found himself anxious.

Was Winston really coming?

Or is he really angry because of those photos he posted and won't come at all?

Wait, what's the fuss about those photos?There is no reason to be angry at all!

Hunter kept kicking the bed with his heels and kept looking at his watch, getting more and more anxious as he waited.

Suddenly, I miss him very much.

Even Winston with a cold face is fine.

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded, falling on his heart.

It was a rhythm unique to Winston. Hunter immediately jumped out of bed as if he was electrocuted, opened the door, and saw Winston.

"Winston!" Hunter showed a big smile.

But Winston's eyes were like frost.

He glanced past Hunter and looked into the room.

At this moment, Hunter was very glad that he ran back.

Winston went in, sat down on Hunter's bed, and glanced sideways at the head of his bed.

The man had a cold aura all over him, and Hunter was suddenly a little scared.

At least not since the first time he was heard talking in the bathroom of the Spanish GP, he had never shown such coldness in front of him.

This kind of Winston...is not normal...at least not the man that Hunter is familiar with, who is alienated from anyone but definitely does not make people unhappy.

"Did you know that the pillows in the photo are different from the ones in your room?" Winston raised his eyes and asked Hunter softly.

The heart was tightly clenched, and even the blood couldn't flow smoothly.

"I..." Hunter opened his mouth, but he couldn't find any reason to explain it.Damn Owen, if you want to take pictures, take them here!

"Do you know the distance in the photo you sent me, which means that another person is taking the photo for you?" Winston asked again.

Still so soft.

It used to feel gentle, but now it feels full of oppression.

Hunter still couldn't answer.He wasn't even sure if Owen deliberately let Winston see through it!

"You know you're famous, do the people at the front desk know you?"

Hunter's heart skipped a beat, it's over.

"Just a random question, is Evan Hunter from the Marcus team back? They told me very enthusiastically that you came back in full swing a few minutes ago."

Hunter could no longer look into Winston's eyes.

"Why are you lying to me?"

Hunter felt stupid...Yeah, why would he lie?

At this moment Winston rose.

"Winston..."

"Hunter, have you been texting Lawrence Owen all this time?"

He stretched out his fingers, gently brushing Hunter's messy hair behind his ears, and his knuckles gently slid across his ear.

His eyelids drooped slightly, like a door, inviting Hunter...to come in before it was completely closed.

It's just that such tenderness made Hunter feel strange and uneasy.

Hunter remembered Owen's warning.But after all, what can Irving do to himself?

At most, they will fight each other on the track!It's not certain who will go out and who will go out!

And at the moment, the last thing he wanted was to lie to Winston.

Because he felt that suddenly, this man was far away from him.

"I did text Owen and he was teaching me..."

"Do you like him?" Winston asked again, in the same subdued voice, but with a hint of urgency.

This time, he leaned towards Hunter, with the tip of his nose so close, everything about him became transparent in his eyes.

"How is it possible? He's not my type!"

It had never occurred to Hunter that Winston would think so.

"But I think he is very suitable for you. Although he is not a woman, he has a beautiful face and deceptive eyes."

Winston turned his face sideways, as if to see everything about Hunter clearly from another angle.

"I never thought he was pretty!"

"And he never sticks to the rules, always makes you feel full of challenges and freshness."

"What? I'm not interested in him at all!"

What the hell is full of challenges and freshness!

"Then tell me, Hunter...you suddenly became close, you text him almost every day, why?"

Winston lowered his eyes, and his forehead was about to rest on Hunter's.

Hunter didn't know what to do, should he tell Winston the truth?What if you are hated by Winston?

The further he backed away, the more Winston stepped forward, until Hunter found his back against the wall.

So uncomfortable.

Don't get so close to me... the way you breathe, the way you look at me, the air you bring when you're close makes me want to have it.

When there was no way to retreat, Hunter clenched his fists.It was very hard for Hunter to keep covering up like this.He was a person who couldn't hide, even for a minute, he felt excited and impatient.

Since he was not satisfied, he would rather ask for more.

"You said... no matter what happens, none of us is allowed to submit a refusal." Hunter said seriously.

I just like you, why can't I say it?

It's no big deal to be rejected, anyway, the world doesn't revolve around me, and whoever I like doesn't necessarily like me wholeheartedly.

If you don't say it a second ago, you don't say it now, and you won't realize that I like you at a certain moment in the future.

Just like every corner, if I don't rush into the buffer zone, I have to surpass my opponent's determination. I can only be passed passively!

"Lawrence Owen is teaching me how to catch you." Hunter looked up and met Winston's eyes.

There was no dodging, no hesitation.

For Hunter, this was the bravest moment in his life.

He wanted Winston to know exactly what it was he wanted.

"I know you will find it disdainful or ridiculous! Anyway, every time I try to attract you, I will fail! I deliberately fight with you by your side, I deliberately go to the bathroom without clothes, and I deliberately shake the bed with you God knows I just wanted to kiss you, bite you and strip you! I was under the table trying to tiptoe your pants like in the movie but I got Owen... I deliberately took those pictures for you and you didn't even bother ! Well, I failed! Then please tell me, what the hell do I have to do to make you like me!"

Hunter roared out in one go.

He felt that he was really powerful. At such a tense moment, every sentence came out without stuttering in his mind. He really admired himself.

Even if Winston turned and walked away, he was ready to stalk.

He just looked at Winston, and he waited for his reaction.

His heart was beating so hard that it would shatter the world, and after all his courage was exhausted, the anxiety that was about to overwhelm Hunter.

He has no regrets, but tears are about to fall.The air seemed to have changed from the unbearably hot to cold.

Hunter looked up...for the first time he saw Winston's eyes widen in restrained but utter surprise.

Time became slow but seemed to be expanding at an extremely fast rate. Every heartbeat was like ice falling on the flames, melting quickly and bubbling and evaporating.

This filled Hunter with a sense of accomplishment. Who else could make Van Winston show such an expression?

But that surprise was immediately overwhelmed by something Hunter didn't understand.

The tension between them is like a planet that has been compressed to the extreme. When it explodes, it will burst the universe.

Hunter subconsciously leaned to the other side, and before he could move his feet, Winston's palm clasped his shoulder.

He pressed down suddenly, paranoid and decisive.

Before Hunter could exclaim in surprise, something forced his lips into his mouth, hitting the back of his head against the wall, and his spine was almost knocked out of joint. The tip of the opponent's tongue forcefully squeezed in, and the earth-shaking sense of power instantly occupied him. mouth.

Stirring like crazy, the tip of Hunter's tongue was provoked and squeezed, and even sucked by the other party until it hurt!

what is this……

Hunter's mind went blank.

Winston's face was turned sideways, and Hunter looked into his completely sunken closed eyes, and finally realized that it was a kiss.

Winston was kissing him?

He was actually kissing him?

The hands that firmly controlled the steering wheel were out of control at this moment.

They held Hunter's face, forcing him to open his mouth wide.

Winston stopped suddenly, breathing hard as if he was extremely suppressed.His breath seemed to burn Hunter to nothing.

"Say it again... say it again..."

His voice was subdued and warm, and Hunter had never seen Winston like it.

"Say... what to say..."

"What do you want? Tell me what you want..."

Winston's palm stroked Hunter's face vigorously, as if if Hunter's answer was not what he wanted, he would kill him just like that.

"I...I want you...always by my side...I like you."

Hunter swallowed, looking at the other person's eyes burning.

Winston's kiss was so forceful, so clearly present.

This seemed to be the first time that the person he was thinking of responded to him.

"I want you too...I want you like crazy." Winston's voice squeezed out from between his teeth, as if wanting the person in front of him was a tooth-gnashing and heart-piercing thing.

"When?" Hunter was dumbfounded... Such a response made him feel like he was dreaming, right?

Could it be that his plan to attract Winston succeeded?

It's just that this guy has too little expression on his face, so he didn't notice it?

"I saw you for the first time."

As soon as the words fell, Winston's kiss swept over again.

What?first?

Hunter subconsciously opened his lips to greet him, and the moment his lips and tongue touched, his blood burned wildly.

Winston dabbled insatiably, as if to make Hunter a part of himself by kissing him.

Collision and entanglement, tightening and possession, everything is provoking Hunter's nerves.

This was completely different from the kiss he had imagined, full of masculine explosiveness and bursting possessiveness.

Winston was pushing so hard that Hunter tensed every muscle in his body or he would strangle him in his arms.His palm moved impatiently on Hunter's body, which was completely different from the usual gentle pampering of children younger than himself, and it almost crushed Hunter.

"Uh...uh..." The lack of oxygen made Hunter dizzy, but Winston didn't stop at all.

He was like a racing car that had rushed out of the track, galloping vertically and horizontally, just wanting to enjoy the wetness and softness of Hunter's mouth.

Hunter had to raise his hand to hit him on the back, struggling with the tip of his tongue to push him out, and when he got a little space, Hunter immediately turned his head and took a big breath.

In less than a second, Winston pinched his cheek, forcing him to endure the entanglement of kiss and tongue again.

Even if Hunter wanted to turn his face sideways, Winston would use his tongue to force him to meet him head on.

Hunter felt that he had been forced to the apex of a high-speed corner, was crushed by Winston crazily, and was about to derail and be smashed into powder!

Inexplicable fear welled up in his heart after unbelievable joy, and Hunter subconsciously raised his knees, pressing hard against Winston's abdomen.

He just wanted to regain a little bit of control, even for a second of breath, but Winston's reaction was faster than Hunter's imagination, and he pushed his knee down.

Winston withdrew from Hunter's lips in an extremely entangled manner. Hunter was breathing heavily, but was carried by Winston on his shoulders.

At that moment, he could feel the tension of the man's shoulder and back muscles, and his heart tightened accordingly.

He was thrown on the bed with a clatter, making Hunter dizzy.He just turned over to prop up his upper body, when Winston's right knee fell between his legs, his hands clasped Hunter's wrists, and his whole body was like a beast ready to go, moving forward. He tilted, and Hunter was pushed back by him.

"I'll be out of breath!" Hunter called out ahead of time.

The other party turned his face, the tip of his tongue touched Hunter's lips, and licked it lightly. The slippery feeling of coming in and out made Hunter couldn't bear it. He had never been kissed like this before. He was dizzy, Wen Si With a hook on the tip of Dun's tongue, Hunter subconsciously stretched out his tongue to touch the other party, and took the initiative to kiss the other party's lips. Before he had time to suck, he fell into Winston's trap.

Hunter's reaction caused Winston to be completely overturned at this moment. All the restraint, rationality, elegance, and gentleman that Hunter was familiar with were all shattered and couldn't be found.The man let his longing flow freely, wildly, even violently.

Hunter was pressed back on the mattress, his head still bouncing up and down, and Winston's kisses rushed in like a tsunami.

He twisted his shoulders vigorously to struggle, and the opponent's fingers clasped his hand tightly, pressing against his ear, and he couldn't exert any strength at this angle.

Winston's tongue licked every inch of his mouth uncontrollably, tirelessly over and over again, each time getting harder and harder.

His desire completely overturned Hunter's imagination.

The man who once thought he had no desire released another side in front of him without any cover.

"Uh...uh..."

Hunter was forced to raise his face, and his neck, which was strong enough to resist the centripetal force of the curve, could hardly withstand Winston's kiss at this moment.

Tears fell from the corners of Hunter's eyes, not because of fear, but because of too much force.

Winston finally let go of Hunter's lips, kissed the corner of Hunter's lips brokenly and irrationally, wrapped his jaw in his mouth, and sucked with great force after the tip of his tongue licked it.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: I'm going to show my sword.

Hunter: You...you...you dare to show your sword, I will show you!

Winston: Oh, why are you flirting?

Hunter: Let you show it, you can't poke it!

Winston: That's right. I have prepared the underground garage. Where do you want to show it?

Hunter: ...