Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter exhaled, reached out to Rawinston's finger, touched his fingertip lightly at first, then grabbed it without hesitation, and walked into the hotel.

It felt like bringing Winston home, a sudden sense of accomplishment.

He didn't feel like taking a shower either, he felt like he was in a dream the past 24 hours had been so dramatic.

He threw off the quilt and lay down directly, leaning against the side of the bed, leaving a large piece for Winston.

Hearing the sound of Winston undressing, Hunter's nerves tensed up, not because of fear, but because he felt everything about the other party more sensitively.

When Winston lay down, his smell gradually spread in the quilt.Refreshing men's body wash and aftershave, light but mature.

Winston turned sideways and held out his hand to Hunter, but Hunter tensed up.

Thinking of the opponent's force to overwhelm him, Hunter leaned in.

Winston stopped there with his hand and turned his back to Hunter.

This disappointed Hunter.

This wasn't the first time they'd been lying together, in Austria, in Noboribetsu Onsen, in Dubai, only this time Hunter felt alienated.

Hunter slowly leaned forward and hugged Winston from behind. When he tightened his arms, he clearly felt that Winston's shoulders were tense.

He raised his hand, which can be said to be carefully placed on Hunter's hand, for fear that if he exerted a little more force, Hunter would start to struggle again.

Hunter suddenly felt guilty.

It's not so much guilt, it's better to say that I really want to cherish such a Winston.He always gave him the impression of being sane and powerful, knowing his goals and knowing what to do.And he is the one he wants to get with all his heart.

The person who is confused is himself.

Hunter's forehead rested lightly on Winston's back.

"Hunter, do you still like me?" Winston asked.

"like."

I like it very much.

Even though he was scared away, he still couldn't stop being attracted to this man.

"Then don't hide from me."

"Then...then don't think about me..."

Hunter's ears were red again.

To be raped by someone... and of the same sex, it simply subverted his outlook on life all along!

"It's instinct, I can't not want to. But I don't have to force you, as long as you don't hide from me."

Of course Hunter knew that as long as Winston said it, he would do it, which made Hunter feel suddenly more secure.

"it is good."

After Hunter finished speaking, Winston turned around and looked at him.

The pair that was silent in the dark that Hunter once found incomprehensible seems to finally understand at this moment.

Hunter squeezed forward, and Winston put his arms around him, resting his chin on the top of his head, and sighed softly.

"Why sigh?" Hunter asked while listening to the heartbeat of the other party.

"Because when you ran away, I was thinking... how can I get you back."

"You really liked me the first time you saw me?"

"In this life. The first time I saw you, I already liked you."

"But I don't believe in love at first sight."

"I've looked at you a lot, so it's not love at first sight."

Winston's answer was so natural, and the corners of Hunter's lips curled up slowly.

"I've looked at you a lot too... Now that I think about it, I really like every look!"

Hunter's heart jumped for joy again, and when he said the words, he was dumbfounded.

Winston's lips curled up, restrained and sexy.

Hunter never thought that he could please him with a word without thinking.

Yeah, what are you stinging about?

This man likes himself, and he cares about him so much.What could be more perfect than this?

Of course... there was just a little problem between them.

Inexplicably, I felt so happy that I couldn't sleep.

Hunter raised his chin and kissed Winston's lower lip lightly, and the other party immediately chased after him.

There was no initial impatience and loss of control, as if Winston was trying to suppress himself, everything became softer.

He sucked hard over and over again, licking the tip of Hunter's tongue, catching Hunter's breath every time.

One of Winston's hands went around Hunter's neck, gently clasped the back of his head, and kneaded his hair with his fingers, all of which made Hunter distracted.

Hunter subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed Winston by the collar, pulling Winston towards him like a child wanting candy.

This reaction made Winston intensify the kiss. He pulled Hunter into his arms again, and the tip of his tongue gently wrapped around Hunter's tongue, licking his teeth.

Hunter closed his eyes, let out a soft "hmm", and stretched out the hand holding Winston's collar to hug him tightly.

The tip of Winston's tongue hooked him, slipped vaguely across Hunter's upper lip, and was about to slip out.

Hunter chased after him, licked Winston lightly, rolled onto his body, pressed his shoulders, followed his example to lick Winston's lips, teeth, looking for his tongue, Once touched, I couldn't wait to suck it.

Winston raised his hand, allowing Hunter to keep sucking and kissing him, until Hunter suddenly realized something and raised his head to look at him, Winston's hand hugged Hunter.

Hunter was a little nervous.

This is the first time he took the initiative to kiss someone...

His body suddenly became hot, and he swallowed with a grunt.

It was a good thing that the light had not been turned on, otherwise Winston would have seen his red ears.

Winston's breath was hot, and his knees rose slowly, supporting Hunter so that it was as if Hunter was sitting on Winston's lap and holding him.

"So...you like this..."

Winston's voice has a moving charm in each other's breath, as if they have finally found the exit after exploring for a long time.

"what?"

"It's nothing..." Winston raised his head slightly, and kissed Hunter's lips, "I will treat you gently, and I won't be so impatient. I will coax you well, in the way you like. "

"I'm not a woman! What kind of gentle treatment! I'm not a child either! You don't need to coax me!" Hunter became dissatisfied.

Although he was dissatisfied, something was stirring deep in his heart, and it became more obvious every time Winston said a word.

"Of course you are not a woman. You are not a naive child." Winston gently stroked Hunter's back and said in his usual solemn tone, "—you are my king."

It was as if he had been pushed hard, as if a hole was about to be split in his chest.

"I'll bite you to death!"

Hunter gritted his teeth. He knew that this man was seducing him.

He went to kiss Winston on the face, biting the tip of his nose, but the other party chuckled away and kissed his ear instead.

The laughter was very low, the more restrained it was, the sexier it was.

Hunter's shoulders shrugged, and Winston pressed his cheek against him. Even if there was no light, Hunter knew that this guy was smiling, and it was the smile of a mature adult looking at a child.

But Hunter didn't feel angry at all.

Such a happy and reassuring smell made Hunter sleepy. He raised his arms and hugged him, and leaned directly on the other's chest. In the sea, I really want to stay like this forever.

Gradually, Hunter let out a long breath, Winston raised his head slightly, and touched the top of his head with his chin.

"Hunter?"

The sound was so soft that it seemed to caress a nerve, which made Hunter even more reluctant to open his eyes.

"……Um……"

Winston stretched out his arms, pulled the quilt up, covered each other, and kissed the top of Hunter's head lightly.

On this day, Hunter's interview was scheduled in the afternoon, while Winston's was in the morning.

When the alarm rang, Winston opened his eyes and found that Hunter was still sleeping on his body, and he had to prop him up and try to put him down.But Hunter's eyes trembled, and he supported Winston's shoulders and sat up.

"Well...it's morning..."

"Yes. I'm going back to my motorcade." Winston kissed the tip of Hunter's nose lightly, "You can continue to sleep."

"Hmm." Hunter moved, only to realize that he was actually sitting on Winston's body.

He was about to get down immediately, but Winston supported his waist and slowly put him down.

"Sleep a little longer."

Winston pulled the quilt up for him, got up and picked up his coat, flung it in a semicircle in the air, and stretched his arms neatly into the sleeves.

Hunter didn't sleep, he dragged his chin and looked at Winston's back.

"What's the matter?" Winston asked over his shoulder.

"It's nothing."

"I'll wait for you in the press center...can we have dinner together after your interview is over?"

"Okay." Hunter nodded.

Winston just left here.

When the sound of closing the door sounded, Hunter lifted the quilt with a bang and came to the window. After waiting for more than a minute, he saw Winston walking out.

Winston suddenly turned his head, and Hunter immediately hid sideways, waited a few seconds, and looked again, only to find that Winston had gone far away.

What happened last night?

He told Winston what he thought, and Winston liked him too!

Winston kissed him too!

That kiss was so damn hard. At the time, I felt breathless and my life was about to be swallowed by the other party. Now that I think about it... it was really exciting!

Hunter was taken aback by his own thoughts.

Winston has liked himself for a long time, so his approach is premeditated, and all his tolerance and company are because he likes himself.

I just ran away yesterday, and Winston didn't do anything to him!

In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of. If Winston really wants to fight hard again, let's fight!Either knock Winston unconscious, or Winston knocks himself unconscious!

Hunter felt inexplicably excited, and wanted to run around in place!

Even though he hadn't slept for a few hours, Hunter felt as awake as if he had drunk more than a dozen cups of coffee, and his heartbeat was still fast!

He jumped back on the bed, pulled himself over the covers and rolled himself up, as though he could still feel Winston's heat.

ah!He slept on Winston's body all night last night without being pushed down!

So cool!

Time passed like this, and before you knew it, it was noon.

Hunt is lunch with the team.

He took out his phone and checked it countless times, but he didn't receive a text message from Winston.This made him a little disappointed, but he knew that Winston's talk show might not be over yet.

Hunter scooped up a mouthful of black truffle mushroom soup and put it into his mouth. The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he immediately took it out.

The text message from Winston made Hunter's heart skip a beat: Are you having lunch?

Hunter: Yeah.And you?

Winston: Just going to eat.

Hunter pursed his lips and looked at the phone screen, somehow a certain thought flashed through his mind.

He knew that this man liked him, knew what he wanted to do, and knew that he would endure it so as not to hurt himself, which made Hunter want to play tricks.

His fingers quickly pressed on the phone: But I want to lick your lips and bite the tip of your tongue even more.

After sending it off, Hunter cut a large steak and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, the PR manager came over and confirmed all the questions of the talk show to Hunter again.

"Hunter, be natural, don't be nervous, smile more. Your fans really like the way you smile."

"Well, I see!"

"Just don't be nervous!"

The PR manager was still worried that Hunter would be too nervous to speak.

"Oh, don't worry! If I really can't speak because of nervousness, the audience and the media will understand!"

Hunter included another tablespoon of mashed potatoes.

"Okay! Just keep it in this state! This state is very good!"

When the PR manager walked by, Hunter quickly took out his phone to look at it.

Huh?Winston hadn't responded to his text message?

Is it because Winston started lunch too?

But until Hunter changed into a suit ready to go to the press center, Winston's text message still did not come.

Well... maybe he's being stalked by other reporters again.

Hunter followed the motorcade to the program production team, and everyone was nervously confirming the last row.

And this time the host of the show is Mr. Cacho, who is also a well-known Formula One commentator.

Cacho and Hunter repeatedly confirmed a set of interview questions. Hunter, who said he was not nervous, is now nervous.

This is different from the media interview accompanied by Marcus, and different from Audrey's face-to-face interview. This is a TV interview, and there is even a live audience.

"Hey Hunter, don't worry. If you don't remember anything, or if you're suddenly speechless, I'll help you get over it, okay?"

"Thank you, Mr. Kacho." Hunter pulled his tie subconsciously.

The show has 10 minutes left to start.

Hunter finally made his way to the bathroom.

The passageway was full of media staff, and Hunter took a deep breath. He almost missed the bathroom, but was grabbed by someone.

Turning his face to one side, he saw Winston in a suit.

Hunter froze for a moment, but Winston pulled him, and Hunter almost crashed into his arms.

There were people coming and going around, but Winston approached Hunter and whispered in his ear: "I didn't have a good lunch today."

"Huh? Where did you eat?"

"I want to lick your lips and bite the tip of your tongue."

Winston's voice read softly and slowly the note Hunter had sent him.

"Hello!" Hunter's heartbeat seemed to be hooked by the slight smile on the corner of the other's lips, as if it was about to be slowly pulled out of his chest.

Winston just pressed Hunter's waist lightly and lightly, looking at him like looking at his favorite child.

At this time someone was walking into the bathroom.

Winston's palm covering Hunter's waist suddenly exerted force and brought him over. Hunter staggered forward, but Winston retreated steadily, and retreated into the bathroom cubicle in just two steps.

Winston stretched out his leg against Hunter, and hooked the door of the compartment with his toe.

The moment the door was locked, Hunter became nervous.

"You...you...what do you want to do?"

Hunter subconsciously leaned back against the door.

Winston turned his face and smiled: "What are you thinking? It's impossible for me to do anything to you here. You resisted so hard, if you knocked down the door, the media will say that the two of us are at odds." .”

"Then you want to..."

Hunter opened his lips slightly, and Winston leaned forward.Because the speed was too fast, it was completely unexpected, so Winston stepped forward.

Different from the overpowering momentum of the first time, this time it was gentle. That burst of sucking made Hunter's shoulders shrug, and he subconsciously pushed himself up.

As soon as the tip of Winston's tongue touched Hunter's, it slid over, turned to touch his palate, slid across his soft sides, and then rolled up again, but only for a short moment before sliding away again up.

Hunter subconsciously chased the tip of Winston's tongue. Winston's tongue was about to leave, and Hunter hurried to the other's lips. At that moment, the tip of his tongue was bitten lightly.

It felt like his thoughts were being thrown out of order, and the blood all over his body was about to jump out of his veins. Hunter gasped and opened his eyes to look at the other party.

Winston smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"Go ahead, your interview is about to begin."

This is the so-called "licking your lips and biting the tip of your tongue".

Hunter suddenly didn't want to leave here.

Winston's forehead lightly rubbed against Hunter's brow: "Look...you don't need to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you, and I won't eat you."

Like hypnosis, Winston's heat and madness that day were like Hunter's illusion.

"Um……"

At this time, the people outside had already washed their hands and went out.

Winston opened the door for Hunter, and Hunter walked out.

The talk show was about to start, and Hunter came to sit down opposite the host, Mr. Kacho.

The audience is also seated, and all cameras are in place.

Hunter took a breath, raised his eyes and saw Winston sitting at the farthest point of the auditorium.

He was inconspicuous, with almost no lights, but Hunter saw him at a glance.

Cacho's very familiar opening remarks ignited the audience's expectations for Hunter, and reviewed the process from Hunter's entry into Formula One to his rising rankings, and released several classic overtakings.

Hunter, who was looking at the big screen, also showed a surprised expression.

After making and connecting the video in one go, it is accompanied by music, which makes people's blood boil.

Hunter pointed to the big screen and said, "That... is that really me? Are you sure you didn't accidentally cut another driver's race?"

"We are very professional and will not make such a mistake." Mr. Kacho replied very seriously.

Hunter touched his head in surprise, and said in a low voice, "Oh...I'm so handsome!"

Although the sound was not loud, it was enough for Mr. Kacho and the audience in the front row to hear it.All of a sudden everyone laughed.

"You're already handsome." Mr. Kacho said with a smile.

The interview involved less professional content and focused more on Hunter's growth.

And in the process of growing up, Hunter's father was inevitably mentioned.

In fact, when mentioning this man on such an occasion, Hunter was twisted, even a little nervous.

He remembered the manuscript that the PR manager had prepared for him a long time ago, but he suddenly didn't want to say that.

He looked at Winston's position, who was looking at him.That gaze was different from all the gazes that looked at him.

Firm, powerful, yet indifferent.

As if walking in such eyes, you can look at all the past calmly and calmly.

"Originally, I was prepared to describe my father as a tragic hero who made me confident and brave, but he himself was defeated by failure... But when I think about it carefully, he is the same as all fathers. Love me and stay by my side even in the most stressful times of my career.”

Hunter talked about how his father made a lot of attempts to cultivate his self-confidence when he was a child, so as not to stutter when he was nervous.Some of them were ridiculous and made the audience laugh too.And some of them are also very touching, and several male audiences who are already fathers also burst into tears.

In the end, referring to his father's death, Hunter said: "I don't regret smashing all his wine bottles that time. I just regret not doing it earlier. He felt that he had failed everything, but he just had to do it again. Be strong and you will be able to see me today. Am I... not worthy of being his lifetime achievement?"

When Hunter's voice fell, the audience fell into a moving silence.

Mr. Kacho on the opposite side suddenly applauded vigorously, and then the whole audience applauded together.

"I like real people, and unadorned answers. Hunter's answer was really different from what he was going to tell me. I prefer this simple but more real story. After talking about your father, Let's talk about your best friend in Formula 12, Vann Winston. Many media know that if Evan Hunt is mentioned in an interview, he will be willing to say a few words. I don't want to ask you how Know each other, or have something interesting to get along with, because under the in-depth digging by Ms. Audrey Wilson, many car fans already know. For Formula One fans, the previous [-] years were Owen and Shire Owen has long expressed his intention to retire before this season, but at such a time when fans are worried about losing focus, Winston is like a sharp knife, and you are gradually catching up, let everyone see The next golden age is here."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I want to lick your lips and bite the tip of your tongue.

Winston: That's it... I want to lick your (beep-) and push your (beep-)

Hunter: ...No...No mood!Bad review!Bad review!Bad review!