Could You Not Tease Me?

Just as Hunter exhaled, Owen suddenly said, "Hey, Hunter, why don't you even look at Winston? Winston has been looking at you all the time!" Owen said in a playful voice. explain.

"Where... how can there be!"

Hunter's ears turned red uncontrollably.

Charles sighed, and said to Hunter: "You brat is too thin-skinned. Look at me, I'll give this bastard whatever he says. If you blush, I'm sorry, you lose! "

"Charle..." Hunter looked at him.

"What are you doing?" Charles asked angrily.

"I adore you!"

"Oh? Didn't you worship me before? Many drivers entered Formula One because they worshiped me!" Charles showed his trademark arrogant smile.

"Huh? Someone entered Formula One because of admiration for you? Who?" Owen showed a surprised and curious expression.

"Enzo from Lotus Racing! Maiden from Force India!" Charles looked at Owen with complacent eyes.

"Hehe...they really have no taste!" Owen shrugged his shoulders.

Seeing that Shire was about to kick Owen's chair again, who knew that Owen raised his leg and kicked Shire instead.

Probably just kicked Charles on the shin, the guy snorted and stared at Owen fiercely.

As if he had done nothing, Owen grabbed Hunter's shoulders and said, "Hunter entered Formula One because he admired me! And he beat you in this race, hahaha!"

Hunter paused: "When did I worship you!"

"Isn't it?" Owen's eyes were dark, as if he was warning Hunter something.

Thinking of all the troubles he had done for Winston, this guy knew that Hunter could only nod obediently.

At this time, Hunter's cell phone rang, and it was a call from Marcus.

"Hello, Marcus?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm eating a beef burger in the press center. What's wrong?"

"Did you record a talk show with Winston?"

Not good... Is Marcus going to think about it again?

"Winston was in that interview for less than 5 minutes, but I was..." Marcus interrupted before he could finish his words about never going to Ferrari.

"Do you know that the chief designer of Versace and his wife are in the audience? She likes you very much, and this time you and Winston are interviewed in suits. She thinks your temperament fits his husband's design. And that designer likes you two too! Versace signed Winston to shoot their fall graphic fashion campaign before the season. They have been following you since the race at Silverstone. And Japan After the game at the station, they sent a contract! Let you take a photo with Winston!"

"Huh?" Hunter wondered if his ears were broken. Since when did his appearance have something to do with fashion from a first-class brand?

The most important thing is that Winston has always had a sense of fashion, how should I put it... that is, the impressive temperament that catches people's attention in front of the camera.But his... is too far away, okay?

"I have already agreed! The filming location is in New York. Although the time is a bit tight, it only takes two days. It happens that the time difference between this race and the Singapore race is two weeks! After the filming, you will be with Winston Go to Singapore!"

Hunter really wanted to say... Is Marcus crazy?Arrange commercial shooting during the season?

"Shooting with Winston, don't you think it's very interesting? Winston is mainly a formal wear series, while you are a casual series. The designer of Versace wants you to be in the same frame, to collide and contrast the two temperaments of elegance and leisure , and the two of you have a tacit understanding, you can combine the two styles without being obtrusive!"

Hunter was a little cautious.

But he felt that shooting print advertisements was cumbersome, and he didn't like taking pictures, so he didn't want to agree at all.

But... shooting a commercial with Winston...

"Have you... already signed the contract?"

"Versace is also very interested in sponsoring us! The chief designer is very vocal. After meeting you at the Abu Dhabi Palace Hotel, he said that he was inspired and even designed a casual suit for you! They sent it The contract has been reviewed and approved by our legal counsel! After reading your interview today, I feel more favored! I hope you will complete the autumn print advertisement with Winston!"

As soon as these words came out, Hunter suddenly felt that it was impossible for him to refuse.

Finished the burger.

The driver is not the soul of the team... the sponsorship is!Owen and Shire are still chatting one after another because of that black fan, and occasionally quarreling with each other.

The hamburger was finished and his stomach was full, but Hunter couldn't remember any taste.

No matter how dissatisfied Charles was with Owen, he still followed him back to the hotel with his pockets in his pocket.

Hunter and Winston walked along the street, neither of them intending to stop the car back to the hotel.

"Hey, what were you...doing...doing under the table just now?"

Hunter asked in a serious tone.

He hoped that Winston would face up to the problem.

"What did I do?"

"Are you ashamed to ask what you are doing? You are using your shoes to lift my trouser legs! I avoid you once, and you change the other leg!"

"Oh—didn't you say last time that Owen taught you how to seduce me, but last time you rubbed Owen with your foot under the dining table."

"Ah...how do you remember that incident!"

Hunter wanted to grab his hair again.

"Don't let Owen teach you in the future."

"what?"

"I can teach you myself." Winston leaned into Hunter's ear, "Just now, have you learned?"

His voice was still so soft that Hunter's little heart trembled.

"I... I don't need to seduce you now!"

It's obvious that you guys have been plotting against me for a long time!

"That's it, what a pity. I still want to tell you how to seduce me, so you can just follow along. It is impossible for Owen to teach you how to seduce me." Winston replied.

The smile in his voice made Hunter feel sexy again.

"Then I'm really curious, how can I seduce you!"

"Actually, you've been doing things like this all the time. On the way to the burger shop just now, it was a very successful example. It's completely Evan Hunter style." Winston said with a slight smile.

"Evan Hunter style? Like? How could I not know?"

Hunter doesn't know he still has style?

"For example, that time on the track, you were fighting against me, and you looked like you were going to overtake me. I was so excited that I almost reacted in the car."

Winston's voice was right next to Hunter's ear, hoarse and fatally attractive.

"Hey! You old rascal! What the hell are you thinking while driving the F1!"

"Then the whole game turned into torture and I had to get it over as soon as possible...or I'd go nuts."

The sound of the Formula One engine, the temperature under the racing suit, and the restless longing seemed to ring in Hunter's ears.

"After the game, I locked myself in the bathroom, thinking about you and comforting myself."

Of course Hunter knew what the so-called "comfort myself" meant.

"You...you can shut up now."

Hunter stretched out his hand to cover the other person's mouth, not wanting the guy to talk any more, but just as his palm was on top of it, someone pressed something soft between his fingers.

As if half scalded, Huntrick withdrew his hand and looked at Winston in surprise.

"You...you guy..."

"Every time I'm close to release, you guys keep sending text messages one after another."

It was only at this time that Hunter realized why the text message he sent to this guy took so long to be answered after the match in Abu Dhabi!

"My phone keeps vibrating. Thinking it's you makes me feel it again."

"Enough! Enough! I don't want to hear it anymore! I didn't seduce you at all! It's something wrong in your own mind..."

"Yes, because I have a brain problem, so you can seduce me by sending a text message."

God, who will save him!

Vaughan Winston is a madman!

"Stop, I don't want to hear this anymore!"

"Okay, let's change one."

"What the hell! Do you have any more?"

"Did you know that you like to lie on your bed and play with your phone?" Winston asked.

"I know. What's the matter!" Although Hunter didn't know what Winston was going to say, his ears and neck must have turned red again.

"From your shoulders, to your back, to your waist, especially the line below the waist..."

Hunter suddenly understood: "You are not allowed to think about it! I lie on the bed and play with my mobile phone. You can think of everything. You have a brain problem!"

"Yeah, I just have a brain problem, so when I see you like this, I want to lift the back collar of your T-shirt, bite your nape and neck... I want to pull your T-shirt up... "

"Damn—you are enough!" Hunter felt that he was really going to explode in place.

Winston is so perverted!

Can't I face up to the posture of lying on my stomach and playing with my mobile phone in the future?

"You don't like this? Then let's get another one."

"Don't change it, I don't want to hear it!"

"Do you not want to hear it, or do you not want to learn it? You can play around and say similar things to me." Winston had a slight smile on his lips.

Hunter bumped him with an elbow: "I don't want to learn!"

"It's a pity. Because I really want to say it."

"What else can you say? You made it all up!"

"Why should I make it up?" Winston chuckled. "Ah, there is another one. Let me tell you, it is definitely not made up."

"what?"

Asked the exit, Hunter regretted it.How can I be the opponent of this old hooligan, why do I ask!

You should just turn around and leave without interest!

"Didn't you almost fall that time in the bathroom of the sailing hotel?"

"Huh? You didn't even look at me when I asked you to come in to deliver my clothes!" Hunter got angry when he thought of this!

"You're sitting in the bathtub and you can't see anything. What's so interesting about me? Or do you want me to step into the bathtub and kill you?" Winston asked back, Hunter suddenly felt that what he did at that time was really true. very dangerous!

Owen is not a good guy!

Just as Hunter exhaled, Winston said unhurriedly: "Later you slipped in the bathroom, and as soon as I went in, I saw you hanging on the edge of the bathtub with nothing."

Hunter immediately remembered that time, he thought he would be injured, and his heart was pounding with fright.

"The first thing I saw when I walked in was your buttocks. You still have water stains on your body. Looking at it under the light, it looks like you are waiting for me to bite you down."

Hunter trembled, and immediately took half a step to the other side.

"I... I'm telling you... I... I... didn't mean it!"

"I know you didn't do it on purpose. But at that moment, I wanted to press you to the ground and hear you cry and beg me to let you go." Winston's voice was full of strength, as if Hunter was really going to He was tortured to the limit.

As if he had already touched the prey of a beast's fangs, Hunter looked at him stupidly.The madness of that moment in his mind suddenly invaded Hunter's brain. He seemed to see himself being pressed on the tile floor of the bathroom, unable to support himself, struggling and slipping, crying and begging the other party to let him go.

Hunter froze there. He didn't know that Winston was watching Hunter's expression silently, and every slight emotional fluctuation of his was captured by the other party.

Including his panic.

"Stupid," said Winston in a playful voice.

"Huh?" Hunter raised his eyes.

Winston's hand gently stroked his face: "How could I be willing to treat you like that."

Hunter paused, obviously he was still scared just now, but suddenly his heart ached because of that sentence.

"Um... are you going to fly to New York tomorrow to shoot a print advertisement for Versace?"

"Yes. You have to come with me tomorrow, don't you?"

Hunter raised his hand, gently tugged at Winston's tie, and said in a tugging tone: "Hey - I'm not going with you. I just happen to have the same business activities as you! And Marcus will definitely Let the public relations department send an assistant to follow me!"

"Really? I'm different from you. I'm not a kid who needs to be watched to obediently finish his work." Winston said with a smile, pulling the corners of his lips.

"Cut..." Hunter was about to let go of his hand, but Winston held it.

"Actually, Hunter, you have always had the talent to seduce me." Winston turned his face sideways. "Just now I thought you were pulling my tie...to kiss me."

"How could I kiss you on the street!"

"Yes, what a pity."

Winston let go of Hunter's hand.

The two continued to walk forward and finally came to the hotel.

Hunter thought that Winston would follow him, but he didn't expect that he just stopped at the door of the hotel.

"Hunter."

"Huh?" Hunter turned around.

"I'm going to fly to New York tonight."

"Oh..." Hunter was a little disappointed.

"See you in New York."

Hunter didn't go into the hotel, but stood there watching Winston go away.

When he came to the door of his room, he found a rose pinned to the door.

Hunter froze for a moment. Could it be that Winston gave this to him?

But this guy has been with him all the time, where is the time to do such a thing?

Hunter picked up the flowers and opened the door.

At this time, the PR manager called and told him that the team had booked him a ticket back to New York that night.

Why didn't I say it earlier!

Then he could go with Winston!

He had to pack up quickly and drive to the airport by car.

Hunter originally wanted to tell Winston, but on second thought, if it was really the same flight, he would be able to surprise him!

Although I didn't expect him to show a surprised expression at all!

Hunter once again used the technique of packing and packing indiscriminately. After packing his luggage in 5 minutes, he urged the public relations assistant to set off.

There was only one flight back to New York at night, and Hunter was sure he would meet Winston.

When they came to the VIP lounge, Hunter saw Winston holding a newspaper at a glance.

Although his face was covered by newspapers, Hunter would never recognize those legs.

Hunter squinted his eyes and smiled, quietly took a newspaper, found another place away from Winston and sat down.

The PR assistant was about to report to Marcus that they had arrived at the airport when Hunter made a small gesture to him.

Five minutes later, Hunter came quietly behind Winston and leaned against his ear holding his breath.

"The stars are for you, do you miss me?"

Winston raised his head suddenly, and saw Hunter's hand stretched out in front of him, and a few stars folded out of newspaper fell down.

Winston caught it swiftly.

"Don't grab too hard, it will collapse!"

Hunter leaned on the back of Winston's chair and said with a smirk.

Anyway, this time, if Winston asked him to grab these stars and go back to New York, he would ignore him.

Winston didn't speak, just picked up the stars that he caught and fell on his body, and put them in his coat pocket.

Just as Hunter was about to turn to sit next to Winston, the other party suddenly reached out, grabbed the back of his head, and pushed him down.

He kissed the corner of his lips, licked the slight depression with the tip of his tongue, and let him go.

"Of course I miss you."

Hunter was taken aback, only to realize that Winston had been holding the newspaper in his other hand, and no one had noticed what they had just done.

And there was a palpable smile in Winston's eyes.

A few minutes later, it was time to board the plane.

After sitting in the cabin, Hunter found that Winston was sitting at the front of the first-class cabin, while he was sitting at the back of the first-class cabin.

So disappointed...

Hunter took out the blindfold and put it on his eyes.

After the plane took off and stabilized, someone walked up to the PR assistant.

"Can I switch places with you?"

Winston's voice sounded, and Hunter's heart tightened following the ending.

"Of course... of course you can..."

The PR assistant got up and gave his seat to Winston.

"Thank you."

Because it was a night flight, it didn't take long for the lights on the plane to go out.

Winston leaned into Hunter's ear and said softly, "You're not asleep, you can take off the blindfold."

Hunter was not happy: you said I didn't fall asleep, did I not fall asleep?I just fell asleep!

Seeing that Hunter didn't respond, Winston just chuckled.

"Within three minutes, you'll be taking the blindfold off."

Hunter felt that this guy was too conceited.

To his surprise, Winston raised his hand.

When the slightly cool lips pressed against his fingertips and the tip of his tongue slipped across, Hunter couldn't help trembling.

Fortunately, the plane encountered turbulence for a while.

Hunter adjusted his breathing and remained motionless.

He couldn't believe that this guy dared to keep kissing his fingers!

But Hunter underestimated Winston.

The guy became more and more arrogant, and the tip of his tongue went along his fingers to between the middle finger and the ring finger. The skin there was licked by Winston's tongue, and Hunter almost took his hand back.

Hunter never thought in his life that someone could kiss his hand so passionately.

When Hunter heard the faint sound of a flight attendant walking ahead, Winston had already kissed his wrist, without any intention of stopping.

Hunter had no choice but to withdraw his hand, took off the blindfold and stared fiercely at the other party.

"Are you awake?" Winston's face was expressionless.

The flight attendant happened to pass by them and almost saw them.

"Or rather, kept awake."

Under such darkness, the brightest thing was Winston's eyes, which concealed the sense of distance, like silent warm sea water.

"Night flight, you don't sleep... do you chat?"

There was not much time, and after getting off the plane, I only had a few hours of sleep before shooting for Versace.

Time is tight.

"We can do things without making a sound."

"what?"

"And it's something you should study hard."

Hunter seemed to realize what Winston was going to do. He was about to avoid the window, but Winston had already kissed him.

Without a sense of pressure, he picked Hunter with the tip of his tongue, and squeezed Hunter's lips with his lips. When the slit of his lips was picked open, his tongue fully stuck in.

Hunter stopped breathing, and all his senses were taken away by the tip of Winston's tongue.

Hunter closed his eyes and clearly agreed not to make a sound, but the sucking sound became more and more obvious.

Hunter was nervous about being discovered what they were doing, but he didn't want to just push Winston away.

It was not until the sound of the flight attendant coming back from the other end of the plane that Winston let him go.

"Now you can sleep."

Hunter's heart was still beating wildly.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: I really like night flights.

Hunter: Because it's cheap?

Winston: Because after lights out, when everyone is asleep, don't you think there is a lot of room for development?

Hunter: Play what?

Winston: Play on you.