Could You Not Tease Me?

He tried to pull down his blindfold, but Winston resisted his hand.

"I want to watch you."

"You see me almost every day now."

Hunter persisted in pulling off the blindfold.

Because he was worried that Winston would find him... how much he was moved by the kiss just now.

For several hours, Hunter, who was wearing a blindfold, did not fall asleep at all.

Because he couldn't stop wondering if Winston was looking at him.

When the plane arrived in New York, it was past two o'clock in the morning.

As they collected their luggage and left the airport, the PR manager asked, "Hunter, are you going back to your own apartment?"

After asking like this, Hunter remembered that his bed had been jumped by him and Winston, and it was pointless to go back.

"He's not going back to his apartment. I've booked a hotel near the filming location, and Hunter will follow me tonight."

After Winston finished speaking, he raised his chin at Hunter, signaling him to follow him.

"Then what about me..." the public relations assistant whispered.

Although the team also booked a hotel for them, if Hunter followed Winston, then the PR assistant would be separated from Hunter.

"Just follow my assistant. You have to get up early tomorrow, so it's more important to sleep well."

The car Winston ordered arrived and took them to the hotel.Everything was well planned, and the public relations assistants admired the organization and arrangement of the Ferrari team.

When he came to the hotel room, Hunter lay down on it aggressively.

"Ah--that's great, I can straighten my knees!"

Winston just glanced at him and went to the bathroom to wash up.

With five hours left, Hunter didn't want to move at all.

When Winston came out of the bathroom, the fellow had fallen asleep with his head on one side, arms and legs spread out.

Winston came to the bed, but dropped to his knees, between Hunter's legs.

Feeling the mattress sinking, Hunter suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately bent his legs back: "Hey...you scared me to death!"

"I just wanted you to brush your teeth."

"Oh..." Hunter hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom.

Looking at his back, Winston frowned.He raised his hand, combed the hair on his forehead to the back of his head, and let out a breath.

Hunter in front of the sink tilted his head while spitting toothpaste foam.

Just now, I really thought that Winston would suddenly press down...and Winston must have felt his guard, right?

Hunter felt stupid.

He just wanted to tell himself to brush his teeth.

Hunter returned to the bedroom and saw that Winston had already slept under the quilt, with his back turned to him.

He had already closed his eyes, the tip of his hair touched the pillow lightly, and he was quiet and harmless.

Hunter lifted a corner of the quilt, lay down and stretched out his arms to hug Winston.

Feeling Winston exhale, Hunter knew the man was not angry with him, and he kissed him lightly on the back of the neck.

"Stupid. Be careful what I really do to you."

"Then you try, be careful what I do to you."

After Hunter finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his trembling before was really a waste!

He could learn how to overwhelm Winston!

If Winston fell down, why would he have to worry about being stabbed and ruined!

Turning defense into offense is the solution!

Thinking of this, Hunter suddenly felt that life was full of hope, and soon closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Hunter, wake up, you should get up."

Winston's voice rang in his ears.

"Hmm..." Hunter raised his arms and hugged the guy who made the sound beside him.

Winston's shoulders froze there, and slowly he lowered his head and kissed him on the brow.

"Uh...uh..." Hunter rubbed his lips unconsciously.

Winston let out a breath: "Hunter, you know that the morning is when men are most uncontrollable, right?"

"Huh?" Hunter's eyelids trembled, but they still didn't open.

"If you don't get up again, I'll put my hand in your pants."

As soon as the words fell, Hunter opened his eyes suddenly, and immediately sat up, while Winston stepped back, perfectly avoiding his forehead attack.

He stared blankly at Winston, who just sat there with his arms folded: "What are you afraid of? I said I put my hand into your pants, but I didn't say it went into your body."

After speaking, he got up and left the bed.

Hunter sighed and pressed his head hard.

Hunter, Hunter!You are useless!Must have hurt Winston again!

"Go and wash up." Winston reminded Hunter while putting on his shirt.

"Oh!" Hunter came to the bathroom, only to find that the toothpaste had been squeezed out.

Hunter suddenly felt warm and guilty.

When he bent down to brush his teeth, Winston came to the door, leaned against the door frame and said, "Hunter, because you have to face the stylist and photographer today, remember to take a shower."

"Huh? I smell something?" Hunter picked up his collar and smelled it.I don't seem to be sweating much.Of course, you should take a shower in the morning before going out to meet people.

"It smells like me."

It's like a cup of coffee that is too rich to drink is suddenly poured with warm and soft milk.

As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Winston smiling in the mirror.

"Go! Go! Go! If it was your smell, you wouldn't let me wash it! It must be the smell of beef burger!"

Hunter said vaguely with toothpaste froth in his mouth.

Winston said nothing more, but just looked at him quietly.

"I'm going to take a shower!" Hunter came to the bathroom door and announced solemnly, and then he was about to close the bathroom door.

Who knew that Winston held the door firmly and leaned towards him: "If you want to take a shower, where are your clothes?"

"..."

"Kiss me and I'll give it to you."

Only then did Hunter realize that Winston was holding his clean clothes in his hand.

"You bastard!" Hunter frowned.

"Oh, where am I asshole?"

"Even if you don't give me clothes, I will kiss you. There is no need to exchange this with me."

The face that didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations was obviously startled. Hunter suddenly bit his lips, then grabbed his clothes and closed the door.

Winston took half a step back, raised his fingers to touch the place where Hunter had bitten him, and laughed dumbfoundedly.

After Hunter rinsed as fast as he could, he changed into his coat.

I have to say that Winston's taste is really good. The T-shirt and slacks he chose match well together, making him look very refreshing.

After he came out, he had a simple breakfast with Winston in the restaurant of the hotel.

The PR assistant was anxious before seeing Hunter, and surprised after seeing Hunter.

"You... you actually woke up?"

"Ah? What do you mean?" Hunter said vaguely while eating Winston's bread with jam.

"Do you know how hard it is to wake you up every morning?"

"Really?" Hunter's eyes widened, completely unexpected.

"Yes!" The PR assistant nodded vigorously, then looked at Winston with admiration, "Mr. Winston, how did you call him up! Please teach us!"

Winston smeared jam on the slice indifferently: "You can't learn it. If you have something to tell me, I'll wake him up for you."

Hunter snapped abruptly.

And the PR assistant almost knelt in front of Winston: "Thank you so much!"

After breakfast, they came to the photography studio booked by Versace - Losey & Carlos studio.

Rossi and Carlos are both well-known photographers in the fashion industry. They met on a trip, and their photography ideas coincided with each other, so they established this studio.

When Winston led Hunter into the studio, Hunter was full of curiosity.

The studio looks like a home, and the walls of the passageway are covered with photography by the two masters.There are wild animals, quiet plants, and a group photo of the two masters, but there is no fashion work.

The strong aroma of coffee can be smelled in the living room of the studio.

Losey has long silver hair tied behind his head, and is dressed simply. He is a man with an elegant temperament.Carlos, on the other hand, looked much rougher, with stubble, a cigar in his mouth, and the collar of his shirt unscrupulously open.

"Hey, Winston, you're here." Carlos patted Winston's shoulder very familiarly.

"Well, this is Evan Hunter from Marcus Racing." Winston turned sideways and put his hand lightly on Hunter's shoulder, "It's his first time shooting a print advertisement, and his usual pose for taking photos is nothing but Scissorhands doesn’t know anything, you need to worry more.”

It should not be the first time that Winston has cooperated with them, which also made Hunter nervous.What if he dragged Winston down?

Markus!Why can't you contact sports equipment when accepting advertisements?Like mountain biking or something?

Ugh……

Hunter sighed inwardly.

Losey smiled. He watched Hunter's expression carefully, and snapped his fingers next to his ear: "What are you thinking?"

"Huh? No... not thinking about anything. But I really don't have a fashion sense."

"No fashion sense? I don't think so. You just don't know yourself." Losey patted Hunter on the back, then raised his chin at Carlos, "I took Hunter away, your It looks too vicious, I'm afraid you will frighten him."

Hunter followed Winston while looking back at him.

Didn't we agree to shoot together?

"Your collection is casual, Winston's is formal. So you have several separate photoshoots," Losey explained. "Don't worry, kid. I won't get on your nerves. Let's take it slow. .”

Versace's team of stylists also came, and their work efficiency was quite high.While Hunter was doing his makeup, the hair stylist was at work, and temporary changes to his shirt and clothes were in progress.

This reminded Hunter suddenly of the scene where all the technicians in the maintenance station changed tires at the same time.

When the stylist announced that he was done, Hunter couldn't help being surprised when he looked at himself in the mirror.

Versace's casual style perfectly sets off his casual temperament, and his hairstyle is not overly mature. On the contrary, a few messy places make him break out of the old-fashioned way.

"Very good." Losey clapped his hands.

But Hunter is really bad at posing, and his heart pounded when he stood in front of the camera.

Losey said directly to all the lighting artists and staff: "That's fine. Except for me and Hunter, everyone else goes outside. Those who want to drink tea drink tea, and those who want to browse the web surf the web."

This made Hunter breathe out a sigh of relief.

And Losey hung up the SLR camera, pointed at Hunter, and said with a smile: "Let's warm up first, how about the scissorhands?"

"It's better not to, you will be laughed at by Winston." Hunter didn't know where to put his hand, so he put it in his pocket.

Losey laughed.

"Then you stand there, I'm going to try the light and distance now, and I'll tell you when I'm about to start taking pictures."

"We haven't started yet?" Hunter blinked.

"No, if it's official, at least the gaffer has to stay, idiot. I need to adjust the lens and see what works for you."

"Oh!"

It hasn't started yet!

Hunter let out a breath and tugged at his collar.

"What's your favorite race since you entered Formula [-]? The US Grand Prix that just ended? You finished third."

"Actually, it's not this one."

"So it's the British Grand Prix?" Losey asked again, "You won an unexpected result at Silverstone in the most unfavorable condition. Many people commented that that is the true spirit of F1."

"It wasn't that one either." Hunter pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

His expression was a little bad, and a little childish and childish, but it made Losey stare at him for a long time from the camera.

"Which scene was that? I'm not the media. If you tell me a little secret, I won't tell others. This is the professional ethics of photographers." Losey put down the SLR camera, sorted the lens, and then raised the Get up, walk back and forth, left and right, seems to be looking for a good light.

"Actually, it was the Spanish Grand Prix. I performed badly in that race." Hunter remembered what he did in the bathroom, and laughed to himself, "But... After the race, the first time I met Wins Ton spoke."

"……Oh."

They chatted like this for more than ten minutes, Losey suddenly put down the camera, and said to Hunter: "You should go change your clothes. This one... I still feel that something is missing."

Losey shook his head in distress.

"Huh? The stylist helped me do it for a long time!"

"It doesn't matter, they are all professionals and will respect the photographer's judgment. You can change it. We have plenty of time." Losey's smile was very gentle, which made Hunter feel no pressure.

"Oh well!"

When they got back to the stylists, Hunter embarrassedly told them Losey's thoughts, and all the stylists just smiled, and immediately changed Hunter's clothes and adjusted his hairstyle.

"You move so fast!" Hunter exclaimed.

"Backstage at a fashion show is more intense than this. We're used to the fast pace, so let us know if there's something that doesn't suit you."

"I'm fine."

Back in front of Luoxi, the two started chatting again.

"What do you think is the most gentlemanly thing about Winston from a male point of view?" Losey asked.

"I said, you really won't tell anyone?" Hunter asked sideways with his pocket in his pocket.

"will not."

"I never thought he was a gentleman."

"Hahahaha! This seems to be the real answer. But you really didn't think he was a gentleman for a moment?"

Hunter half-raised his head and thought for a while: "Actually... there must have been."

"for example?"

"For example, when we go on a trip together, he will plan everything, and I don't have to use my brain to follow him."

"It's part of being a gentleman to be organized. What else?"

"Also...he knows what I'm not good at or doesn't like to do. If we're together, he'll help me do it instead of forcing me to do it. Like...packing my luggage."

Luo Xi, who was carrying a SLR camera, laughed.

"It seems that with Winston, it seems that there will be a lot of pressure because of his reticence, but it will be very relaxing."

"Hahaha, Miss Audrey Wilson said that too."

"What about the others? The traditional part that you think is a gentleman?"

"Gentleman or something, is it a man pretending to be a woman? But I can feel that he does have a refined aristocratic air." Hunter said.

"Oh? Like?"

"For example, when we were sightseeing in the London Eye, he taught me a poem."

"The poem?"

"If I had the brocades of heaven."

"Do you remember now?"

"I..." Hunter paused, "Of course I remember..."

"Then you read it to me?" Losey put the camera on his chest and frowned, as if there was some function of the camera that dissatisfied him.

"Is your camera okay?"

"It's okay. Even good old friends can lose their temper occasionally." Luo Xi touched his camera and said, "If I had the brocade of heaven...that poem is very beautiful."

"Yes...if I had the brocade of heaven, woven with gold and silver light, blue, gray, and black brocade..." Hunter closed his eyes, recalling Winston sitting beside him, Beneath them is the radiant Thames River. The moment that used to be ordinary, now seems to make his heart throb, "The changing night, morning, dusk, and day... I will spread this brocade under your feet... ..."

Losey's expression slowly softened.

"Easy..."

Take it easy, Hunter.

My dream rests at your feet.

That was Winston's confession to him. He didn't understand it at the time, but thought it was beautiful.

But at this moment, he suddenly missed him very much.

"what happened?"

"Suddenly I don't remember the last sentence, hahaha..." Hunter smiled sheepishly.

"Be gentle, my dream rests at your feet." Losey looked at Hunter, his elegant smile was very suitable for reciting such a poem, but his voice was stronger than that of Winston, and Hunter Like Winston.

Because of deepness...forbearance, and being so serious.

"Okay, Hunter... this poem gave me new inspiration. I'll discuss it with my stylist. Let's give up this look and change to another one." Losey took out his phone and wanted to talk to Versace's stylist. team communication.

Hunter, who was standing under the light, squinted his eyes, and suddenly realized something: "...Actually, you took pictures just now, right?"

Luoxi turned her face to the side and smiled helplessly: "Oh...you found out."

"Did you really shoot me?" Hunter came over, "Did you capture it?"

Losey put his DSLR behind his back: "It's a secret, Hunter. I can only show it to you when the shoot is over."

"Okay..." Hunter was a little disappointed.

And Luoxi asked himself to change clothes so quickly, probably because he was not satisfied with the photos he took.

Afterwards, Hunter changed a few more sets of clothes, and Losey still chatted with him and took pictures.There are some topics where Hunter does forget he's taking pictures when he's interested in chatting, but most of the time he's cramped.

For photographers, there is no such thing as "it's time for lunch".

After one o'clock, Hunter was eating a light meal with the stylists in the lounge, while Rosie was alone in the studio with his camera.

Carlos came to his side, glanced at the photo on the camera, and showed a surprised expression: "My God... this kid will make women want to take a bite?"

"Yes, he has a kind of innocent sex appeal. I lied to him for two sets of photos, and it was revealed in the third set." Losey said regretfully, "I am very satisfied with the photos taken after that. Because he He looks cheerful, but he's really shy. The shyness is cute, but I want another side of him... What about you? What about Winston's picture?"

"You know Winston, he always makes the photographer feel superfluous. He is a walking hormone, he doesn't let it out, but after a long time, he will feel that his eyes are not satisfied. I hardly understand the few groups of photos that Versace requested. It's stuck and done."

"Can he come over and help me? Two hours. I think Hunter is more at ease with Winston around," Losey said.

"No problem. And the following is a photo of the two of them together. If you can't complete a satisfactory one here, the overall progress will not be able to keep up."

The afternoon shoot was about to start, but Hunter was tired.

He fell asleep with his head tilted for less than 5 minutes before being woken up by his assistant.

I wish this would end soon...

If only it was as stress-free as it was when we were traveling in Dubai with Winston.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: Losey thinks you'll be more at ease with me around.

Hunter: Right!

Winston: Actually, you're sexier with me around.