Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter wanted to push him away, but his hands were still clasped tightly.

In the next second, he was turned over and fell flat on the mattress.

Winston's kiss spread everywhere, and the burning temperature could be felt through the clothes.

His T-shirt was ripped off by the other party, and he could even hear the sound of "hissing" from the neckline.

As soon as Hunter propped himself up, his waist was grabbed by the opponent, and he couldn't move at all.

"What are you doing!" Hunter panicked.

It was different from what he had imagined... completely different... his fingertips were trembling.

"Let me in."

Winston's hoarse voice grazed Hunter's nerves like sandpaper, and his body immediately burned hotly.

When he understood what the other party meant, Hunter was so shocked that his brain would split open, and instinctively kicked the other party away and was about to roll off the bed, but was hugged back by the other party.

Winston pressed Hunter from behind, kissing his cheek, his breath hot astonishingly.

"I want you, Hunter...don't make me suffer anymore..." His voice was like a flower carved out of the frost by the biting cold wind. When it bloomed, it pierced Hunter's nerves and sealed everything about him.

"I...I..." At this moment, Hunter was so nervous that he almost lost the ability to think, his tongue froze, and he couldn't even utter a good word.

"Let me hug you...Hunter..."

The voice was so soft that it seemed to be asking, but it was so forceful that if Hunter refused, he would be strangled.

And Winston's other hand had already grabbed the back waist of Hunter's slacks and pulled them down forcefully.

Hunter longed to have this man, but definitely not like this!

"From the first time I saw you, I wanted to push you to the ground and hit you hard..."

what?

"I regret every day why I didn't fuck you when you were most distracted in the back alley of the warehouse bar!"

Hunter was dumbfounded. He remembered that time he was set on fire by this guy, drank again, and the bathroom in the bar was under repair again, so he had to go to the back alley to solve it. The guy hugged him to help him block it, but that Winston was thinking about those things at the time?

"I said I'm going to buy a submarine just to lock you in it...you can't go anywhere..."

His breath was right next to Hunter's ear when he spoke, so hot that Hunter had to look away, but Winston pressed against his ear tightly, pouring all his desires into Hunter's mind.

"Every time I see you sitting in the tub, I want to fuck you up and cry."

The power in Winston's voice terrified Hunter.

When he was in Dubai, that guy walked into the bathroom without even looking at himself!

This is not the confession he wants to hear!Isn't it that I like you, and you like me, and then we look at each other, smile and hug each other?

"Why do you think I would shake the mattress with you, because I also want to kiss you, bite you and strip you naked." Winston bit Hunter's ear, and his hands became more and more violent.

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

Hunter suddenly realized that he was playing with firecrackers!

He stiffened his back, and suddenly pushed his elbow back. Winston grunted and did not let go, but instead pressed Hunter down.

"Damn—" Hunter's adrenaline was so high that he grabbed the edge of the bed and used his strength to prop himself up. He rolled and fell, and the moment he stood up, he saw Winston, who was half kneeling on the bed, looking at him.

That is not the anger of being rejected, but the determination that must be obtained after confirmation.

Jaw tensed, Hunter turned and rushed out the door, and he was sure that Winston rushed down, his fingers slid over his shoulder, and almost fished him back, and Hunter opened the door. The door ran wild in the hallway, he didn't take the elevator, and he didn't even dare to turn his head.

He had a hunch that if he stopped now, he would definitely die.

Winston wants to fuck him!

Winston wants to fuck him!

This consciousness kept echoing in his mind.

He rushed out of the hotel, not even knowing which direction he was heading.

The more he ran, the clearer his mind became.

Winston said he wanted him from the first time he saw him...

The first time... the first time seemed to be in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, shit!The guy even pulled his pants down!

He did it on purpose!He must have done it on purpose!

He also told him at the auction that he was willing to pay 1000 million US dollars for the underwear he wore!

He also drove the car and said whether he likes to be gentle or rough...

What else is "I want to fuck you"?

Hunter stopped under a certain streetlight, reached out and clasped his head hard... These are not jokes, these are already blatant hints!

All the moments they had experienced now that I think about it... it was Van Winston who was picking him up?

His world fell apart.Everything used to come with the Sunny filter effect.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Hunter wanted to snap his head off his neck!

Why are you so stupid!so stupid!so stupid!You will be elated when people treat you better!

This is the end!You fell in love with him, and you loved him so much!But people have long wanted to kill you!Looking back, I found that I had already fallen into the tender trap carefully laid out by Van Winston!

Now how to do?

He dared not go back to his own room. Maybe Winston was still there?Or was he caught on the way back?Then get overwhelmed, then poked to blossom!

Hunter wiped the sweat off his face, only now did he realize that he was not wearing anything on his upper body, and the buttons of his slacks had been torn off by Winston, and he was very depressed.

His passport is still in the room, his cell phone is also there, he has nothing, is he going to wander until dawn?

If you went to anyone on the team, they would be horrified by his appearance.

Looking for Donald?

Question Where is the hotel where Donald is staying?he does not know!

Only Owen was left...and that guy Owen knew about his relationship with Winston.

It's good to be teased by this guy, at least Owen can tell him what to do next, right?Or... how to calm down Winston?

He walked all the way to the hotel where Owen was staying. It was almost two o'clock in the evening. Hunter knocked on the door for a long time, and Owen finally came to the door lazily.

"It's not that beautiful women don't open the door..."

"Open up, Lawrence Irving! I'm screwed!"

"Hunter?"

As soon as Owen opened the door, Hunter immediately squeezed in.

"Winston wants to fuck me!"

Without saying a word, Hunter opened Owen's mini refrigerator, unscrewed the Coke bottle, and poured it into his stomach.

He needs to suppress the shock now!

After being stunned for two seconds, Owen clasped Hunter's shoulder, showing a surprised expression: "Smelly brat! You succeeded! What are you... doing here now?"

"If he wants to fuck me, I won't run away?" Hunter looked at Owen with unbelievable eyes.

"You run away... Brat, you really know how to draw inferences! You actually learned how to refuse and welcome? If you run away like this, Winston will definitely want to fall in love with you even more because of the evil fire in his heart."

Hunter sprayed Owen's face directly with a sip of Coke. Fortunately, Owen reacted quickly, otherwise his face would be full of excitement!

"Did you know that he wanted to fuck me?" Hunter grabbed Owen's neckline.

"Isn't this a matter of course? If I fall in love with someone, I definitely want to fall in love with her..." Owen shrugged.

"I'm a man! Why didn't I fuck him!"

"You...you can call him to discuss, saying 'If you don't let me go, I won't be with you'." Owen said irresponsibly.

"The problem is...he...he has been planning to fuck me since the first time he saw me! Why befriend me, why let me drive his Ferrari, why go on a trip with me...all of them It's...it's all his way to get close to me...to mess with me!" Hunter looked at Owen with an expression of "do you understand?"

"He also asked you to blow up his Ferrari?" Owen whistled, "It's not deliberate, Hunter, it's called doing whatever it takes. A man like Winston has a very good control over his private life, including his relationship. If he wants to fuck you, he must love you very much. If he wants to get you from the first time he saw you, then he will definitely get you. Unless you jump from the window now... You have to fall to your death. If you don’t fall to your death, you will be stabbed to death later.”

Hunter was silent, he turned his face sideways.

Even during all the time together, Winston's purpose was to attract him, and it was precisely because he knew that purpose at this moment that everything became ambiguous and emotional.He knew very well that Winston would never expend an ounce of energy on anyone he did not believe in.

If it was true that Winston had "bad intentions" from the first time he saw him, he had really endured it for a long time.

And this kind of patience will explode because what I tell the truth makes the other party's self-control explode.

What if I never fell in love with this man?How long will he endure it?

Should he bear it until he finally couldn't bear to destroy the "friendship" between them, or would he simply turn around and leave each other and never see each other again?

Thinking about it this way... Hunter suddenly felt distressed.

If I fell in love with him earlier, maybe he wouldn't be out of control like today, and I wouldn't run away when the other party most expects me to respond.

Patience is a hard thing.Hunter is well aware of every time he endures his father's alcoholism, wants to stop and fears losing him forever.Winston...probably the same.

Hunter was suddenly glad that he also fell in love with him, otherwise how tormented and exhausted Winston would be if he devoted all his energy to him except racing?

It's not that Winston is too crazy, but that he is too weak and naive.

"But he wants to mess with me... Do you know how big he is!" Hunter immediately collapsed.

"How big is it?" Owen was obviously curious.

Hunter shook the Coke bottle in his hand, widened his eyes and said, "It's so big! It's so big! Did you see it! If I can't beat him, I'll be stabbed in by him! I don't have to jump out of the window ! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! And it's a terrible death!"

Owen impatiently pressed Hunter's shaking Coke bottle down: "God knows if you are showing off how good your man is..."

"Show off!"

"You must have read it wrong! How could it be so big!" Owen said helplessly.

"I was absolutely right! That guy was standing against me at the time! I looked back - my mother! My mother! My dynamic vision is good! How can I not see how big that guy is! "

Hunter began to wander around the room restlessly.

Seeing his anxious look, Owen sighed and scratched the back of his head: "Is it true that he can be so scared?"

At this moment, Owen's cell phone rang, and he glanced down.

"It's Winston. It must be asking if you're with me."

Hunter froze.

"Put down your Coke bottle! I'm just going to ask you a question, and you can answer me after you think it through. Now putting aside the fact that Winston wants to fall in love with you, do you like him or not?"

Hunter stood there without speaking.

This guy...how could he not like it?

"Well, let me change the angle. If you reject him today, tomorrow he will fall in love with another person at first sight and swear he will get it. Can you accept it?"

"What? I killed him!" Hunter yelled, his eyes almost popping out.

"Killed whom? Winston?"

"Of course it's the one who killed him!"

"Oh... Then if you take a step back, if Winston doesn't mess with you anymore, do you want to be with him?"

"... I want... I want to..." Heng opened his face, his neck was completely red.

"Oh." Owen nodded.

Winston had dialed his cell phone number three times in succession.

"Okay, I'll solve this problem for you. Be honest and stay here. If I come back from the call and find that you have run away, even if you are paralyzed by him in the future, I won't care about you." Owen Said in a very serious tone.

"Okay! Okay! You solve the problem for me!" Hunter had earnest hope in his eyes.

Owen glanced at him, took his mobile phone and walked out the door.

He came to the end of the hotel corridor, where there was a small window ledge.

Leaning on the windowsill, he called Winston back.

"Hey... Winston, I didn't expect you to call me."

"Is Hunter with you?"

Winston's voice was tight and cool on such a night.

"Yeah. He's terrified. I promised him I'd help him with the problem of your wife stabbing him to death, so you don't mind if I say a few words?"

"……you say."

"You've endured it for so long, it's not too late, right? Besides, Hunter is very innocent. In his opinion, love should be holding hands, hugging, kissing, and having sex to the depths. You always He showed the murder weapon when he came up, do you want to give him some time to adapt?" Owen's voice was steady, but the expression on his face was gloating.

"I know."

"And he's a kid, not a chick. A kid at this age has his ego, and all he's ever thought of since he was a kid is having sex with girls. Even when he's most crazy about you, he never thought about being fucked by you You've hurt his self-esteem by showing your big dick to stab him. Aren't you very good at coaxing him? Coaxing him to give himself to you is better than a hard psychological shadow, right?"

"Thank you."

"No thanks. But I'm also curious, is it really as big as a Coke bottle?"

"I'll pick him up." Winston ignored the question directly.

"Hurry up, I'm going to sleep too."

After Owen hung up the phone and returned to the room, he saw Hunter sitting on the sofa looking very nervous.

"Winston will pick you up later." Owen said in a light tone.

"What? You asked him to catch me?" Hunter visibly became anxious.

"I'm not arresting you, I'm here to pick you up. You don't want to be so stiff, do you? And Winston promised me that I won't do anything to you...for now...he is a man of his word, and he will do what he promises to me." It will be done. So you can go back in peace."

"He really promised you?" Hunter's eyes sparkled.

"Really, really! It's more real than your Coke bottle!"

Owen couldn't help laughing out loud, and yawned lazily.

Hunter still swallowed.

In less than 5 minutes, there was a knock on Owen's door.

Owen raised his chin and motioned for Hunter to open the door.

But Hunter sat there motionless, still nervous.

Owen sighed, walked slowly to the door, and opened it.

"Hey, Winston."

Hearing that name, Hunter's shoulders trembled subconsciously.

The sense of crisis of being overwhelmed by the other party, losing freedom, and being completely plundered and possessed came to my heart again.

"Hmm." Winston only responded lightly, then walked in and called, "Hunter."

He still pronounced his name gently, but there was a different feeling in Hunter's ears.

"I brought you the clothes."

Hunter was a little timid in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm and took the T-shirt brought by the other party, put it on his upper body, and put on his coat.He pulled down the T-shirt to cover the ripped buttons of his trousers.

Owen looked at the side with a look of wanting to laugh but had to hold back.

"Okay, okay! Everyone has media interviews tomorrow, so go to sleep! Otherwise, your eyes will become swollen, and even the makeup artist won't be able to save you."

Hunter stood up and gave Owen a deep look.

"Don't worry, you won't die." Owen shook the back of his hand.

Winston remained silent, walked ahead, and opened the door for Hunter.

Hunter bit the bullet and walked out, but his heart was agitated.

They came to the elevator and watched the elevator go up layer by layer. Hunter glanced at each other, only to realize that Winston had been looking at him.

That sight is deep.

The elevator door opened, and Hunter suddenly hesitated to go in.

But Winston said softly: "I will not do anything to you, before you are ready."

Hunter walked in with his head down, and Winston stood beside him.

The elevator doors closed, and when Winston held out his hand to Hunter, Hunter immediately became alert.

"I want to be with you."

Hunter froze.

My heart immediately warmed up.

This is the person he has always liked, the person who allows him to rush forward without caring about anything.

He wanted to be with him too, very, very much.

Even the moment he knew that he liked him too, how happy he was.

"Ah."

Hunter gently grabbed Winston's hand, the elevator door opened, and Winston pulled him forward.

At three o'clock in the morning, the whole city was silent.

He just pulled him like this. Although it was a bit hypocritical to think about it, Hunter felt very happy, and the way his heart beat seemed to be different.

The strength of Winston's fingers and the temperature of his palm belonged to him at this moment.

Winston sent him back to the hotel, opened the door, Hunter walked in, and Winston stopped outside the door.

"Good night," said Winston.

"... Good night... good night."

Winston had no intention of coming in, that is to say, he would keep his promise and would not treat Hunter so out of control again.

The previous desire to destroy the world was suppressed, as if it was just Hunter's illusion.

But looking at Winston's leaving back, Hunter suddenly felt that this man must be very sad.

When he was alone in the room, Hunter raised his hands and looked seriously at his fingers, which Winston had just held.

He walked to the window, intending to see Winston's back, but he didn't leave, but stood under the streetlight outside the hotel, smoking a cigarette.

With his back to Hunter, he raised his head slightly, and his shadow looked very lonely.

Hunter suddenly felt that he was so stupid, how could he be sad if he liked this man so much?

Touching his lower back, the sense of crisis of being tightly held by Winston still hasn't disappeared, but...

But nothing knows that this man has liked him for a long time, and it is important to try his best to attract him.Even if it was scheming, it was because he cared too much.Hunter never thought that one day someone would be patient and patient for himself.

Hunter opened the door, walked quickly to the elevator, and pressed the button.

When he came outside the hotel, Winston was looking down, ready to light a second cigarette.

"How long are you going to smoke here?" Hunter asked.

"I'm waiting for the bus." Winston turned his face sideways.

"At this time... there is no one around, so where is the car?"

Winston did not answer him.

Hunter stepped forward and tugged at his arm: "Come on, go to my room to sleep."

"Are you not afraid that I will fuck you?" asked Winston.

"Then... can you not fuck me?" Hunter asked.

"No. Because I don't know how to own you. But my past, present, and future are all yours."

Hunter couldn't see Winston's expression, but his eyes burned inexplicably, and the softest part of his heart was poked hard by the other party.

"Then don't make trouble tonight... Let's put aside whoever gets involved first. Let's sleep together now."

Winston was silent, so silent that Hunter wanted to go crazy, if your big guy makes trouble, will I still live!

"……it is good."

At last Winston responded softly.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I'm sorry, I'm too cowardly...

Winston: It doesn't matter. Anyway, you said that my place is as big as a Coke bottle, which is also a compliment.

Hunter: Are you really not mad?

Winston: I bought a lot of Coke bottles and we could practice every night.

Hunter: ...I regret confessing myself.

Winston: You should be glad you confessed yourself, otherwise it wouldn't be about the Coke bottle.

Fat Melon: I'm still more traditional, I think we should fall in love first and then have sex, and force it or something... It's not very good, it's more interesting for Winston to tease little Hunter himself.