Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter let the opponent's hands do anything on his body. The temperature of his palms just showed that he cared about Hunter. Winston, who was just leaning down, finally raised a leg and pressed it up step by step.

However, the moment Winston's fingers clasped Hunter's jeans back and pulled them down, Hunter tensed up, and he was about to turn sideways to avoid Winston in an instant.

All of this is like an instinctive reaction, or the result of practicing with Owen many times.

But Hunter didn't avoid it in the end, because he didn't want Winston to be sad anymore.

Winston stopped there, with his hands resting on Hunter's ears, his eyes as calm as the sea.

"That's why you hang out with Owen, right?"

Hunter froze, knowing that he had been seen through by Winston.

"He taught you how to seduce me before, and now he teaches you...how to reject me."

"No! I never thought of rejecting you! I didn't!"

"May I hug you, then?" Winston asked.

It was still a soft voice that was only used when speaking to Hunter, which always made Hunter easily shake his mind.

Hunter couldn't stand making him sad more than being killed.

Even practice matches or rankings are not as important to Hunter as Winston.

Hunter looked up, looked into Winston's eyes and said, "...OK."

The next moment, his clothes were ripped off, and his jeans were vulnerable, everything flew by like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

Hunter closed his eyes, not daring to breathe.

He gritted his teeth, feeling as if he would rush off the track at any time at high speed and smash into powder in the buffer zone.

When Winston was close to him, Hunter's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

But he didn't expect that Winston just kissed him softly on the cheek.

"I never thought of killing you...so you don't have to treat death like this."

Still with such a soft voice, Hunter immediately understood that everything Winston had done just now was a test.

He wanted to know whether Hunter could accept him, but the result disappointed him.

"Let's take it slowly." Winston's fingers caressed Hunter's browbones. "Actually, what you are afraid of is not that I will make you hurt or even hurt... You are just not used to giving yourself to me completely. Put you Giving yourself to me will not make you lose yourself, and you will definitely not lose me."

Hunter's eyes heated up and his throat quivered.

Obviously he did something that made Winston unhappy, but he was comforted by him in turn.

Having lost his parents, he has long been used to taking on everything by himself, but now Winston is willing to solve all troubles for him, tolerate him and love him.If he loses him after giving himself to this man with all the hopes and expectations of life... Hunter doesn't know how he should bear it.

Hunter hugged Winston tightly, clinging to him for a long time, unwilling to let go.

"Fool. Don't let Lawrence Irving teach you how to overwhelm me again."

"...How do you know I asked Owen to teach this!" Hunter was completely surprised.

Could it be that scumbag Owen betrayed him?

Winston sighed: "You can think about these things in your head."

Hunter felt the frustration of being looked down upon by the other party.

"Next time you want to overwhelm me, I'll teach you."

Compared with the indifference and unpredictability just now, Winston's eyes at this moment are full of the warmth that Hunter likes most, and the bottomless tolerance.

"You teach me? Are you willing to teach me how to overwhelm you? I don't believe it!" Hunter's eyes widened.

Winston kissed him directly on the lips.

"If you try to overwhelm me by brute force, you'd be ridiculously stupid."

"Why? We are all racing drivers, and we have undergone similar physical training and strength training. Why do I get knocked down by you every time?"

On this point, Hunter was puzzled.

"Because I'm better at using my limbs than you."

Winston replied.

"All the limbs?" Hunter asked softly, tilting his head.

"Ah."

"Then kiss me well. Don't be like that."

Winston was slightly taken aback.

"I know you were angry just now... but you're not angry now, so... I think..."

Before Hunter finished speaking, Winston stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched Hunter's upper lip lightly. The fleeting soft feeling made Hunter suck it up directly.

Obviously he asked Winston to kiss him, but he kissed him instead.

The bewilderment just now became the reason for asking. Winston closed his eyes, responding to Hunter's sucking.

Until Marcus' call came, Winston stretched his arm and took the phone over.

"Hey, are you in the hotel now?"

"Well, don't worry." Winston stood up with one hand, looking Hunter in the eyes and said.

At this time, Winston's hair was a little messy, and the collar of his T-shirt was tilted to one side, revealing his beautiful collarbone.

Hunter subconsciously reached out and touched it.

Winston clenched his fingers close to Hunter's ear, Hunter tilted his head, and was about to use his fingers to hook Winston's collar, when the other party suddenly turned sideways and grabbed Hunter's hand.

"Well, I'll take Hunter to the police station. See you tomorrow."

Winston put down his phone, still frowning at Hunter: "Do you want to die?"

Hunter shook his head.

"Sleep! Let's sleep!"

He turned over and was about to hug Winston's waist, but unexpectedly Winston got up.

"You sleep here, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Why?" Hunter sat up.

"Because I can't help it, and you're going to run out with your pants up."

Winston turned his face sideways, and that look made Hunter completely uncomfortable.

"I... I'm not afraid of you..." Hunter felt lost in his heart.

"I said, I can't help it."

No one could persuade Winston to be serious.

So all night, Hunter tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

Obviously Winston was lying a few meters away from him, and he could see Winston's back just by lifting his chin.

He was lying on his side on the sofa, his legs were already long, and his ankles were outside the sofa.His body was covered with a blanket, but the line of his waist and back could still be vaguely seen.

Hunter suddenly began to suspect that this was Winston's real punishment for him.

This man fell in love with him early on, so Hunter couldn't help but imagine that in the countless nights before when he didn't know, was Winston just like himself at this moment, scratching his heart and lungs, wanting but could only bear it?

Hunter pulled the quilt over his head.

His temperature, his breath, the way he kissed him, and even the way he pulled down his pants with a sense of oppression, Hunter suddenly wanted to die.

Do not read!sleep!sleep!sleep!

The next morning, Hunter was photographed by Winston. After they had breakfast at the hotel, they headed to the police station.

Hunter and Winston separately told the police what happened that night.

When they came out, they saw Owen.

"Hey, Owen... why are you here..."

Owen smiled and walked in front of Hunter: "Boy, this time I was hurt by you!"

"What..." Hunter probably understood why Owen came.

"It turns out that the black fan who has been threatening me is your crazy fan! He just admitted that he always thought that I had an affair with you, so he came to target me. He wants to force me to leave you... He got the wrong person, right? !" Owen shrugged helplessly, and then looked in Winston's direction with deep meaning.

There was no expression on Winston's face, but when Owen's arm was about to touch Hunter's shoulder, it was directly blocked by Winston's palm.

"I know what you did when you were with Hunter."

As soon as Winston's words came out, Hunter had a bad feeling, and his eyelids jumped.

"Oh—then what are you going to do? Little Hunter wants to overwhelm you." Owen said gloatingly.

"In the future, I will teach him how to overwhelm me with pleasure, and keep your useless tricks for yourself."

Owen choked up at the words.

But immediately, his face regained its calm, and it was a smile that was not a smile.

"Then how are you going to get Hunter to accept you? I heard that you are as big as a Coke bottle?" Owen looked down, "I have to worry that you will not be happy."

Winston looked at Hunter who was about to run away with his head down, grabbed his back by the collar, and pulled him back to his side.

"You don't have to worry about this problem. I will solve it."

Hunter admitted he was surprised.

will you solve it?

How do you solve it?

This can't be solved at all!Unless you let me go!

"Also, if you teach Hunter some things, although I can't guarantee that I can invite you out of the track every time, I can definitely make you feel uncomfortable every race."

Winston's expression remained the same, but Hunter remembered the incident when he ransacked McGrady for leaving the track.

Owen chuckled, looked at Hunter and said, "I told you that this guy will take revenge, do you believe it? You let him bear it now, and he will ask you to come back in bed."

After speaking, Owen whistled and left.

Hunter looked at Winston tremblingly, but Winston raised his hand and rubbed the back of Hunter's head.

"I wouldn't do that."

"Huh..." Hunter exhaled.

Although Winston must retaliate, at least the promises he made will be fulfilled.

"But I'll make you beg me to hug you."

After these words fell, Hunter felt that he was struck by lightning.

Just as they were about to leave, Hunter heard Merlin yelling.

"I love him! I love him! Why can't I give him roses! Why can't I make him something to eat! Why can't I go to him! Why!"

Hunter stopped in his tracks, subconsciously looking back.

But Winston stretched out his palm, directly blocking Hunter's eyes.

His palm was warm and occupied Hunter's mind.

"Look, that's how you attract BT fans."

"Huh?" Hunter turned around, "Why am I the one who attracts BT fans?"

"You are too simple, there is no sense of distance from unnecessary people, and everyone feels that you can be obtained. You gave Merlin hope, responded to Merlin's expectations, and let him start a beautiful imagination. In his heart You belong to him. Now, when he yells out that he loves you, you soften and wonder if you should respond."

Hunter knew that Winston was right.

"Did you feel that Merlin was out of order when you were surfing in the Dubai desert?"

Don't look at Winston's aloof look, but he is much more accurate than his own vision.

"I don't know if he's normal, but I know he feels more for you than a so-called fan. So I'm jealous."

Winston answered frankly.

"Are you jealous? You're Van Winston . . . and you're jealous?"

Hunter felt incredible.This guy has no fewer fans than Charles and Owen, who have dominated Formula One for more than ten years. How could he be jealous that he had a more enthusiastic fan?

"I'm jealous of your patience with him. I'm jealous of your affection for him. And in all the years I've been in love with you, I've never been treated like this."

"You...you have been in love with me for many years? Impossible, this is my first year in Formula One! Could it be that you...you used to pay attention to karting? I remember you came from F3!"

Winston didn't answer the question, but raised his hand to straighten Hunter's upturned hair.

"Today, I realized what I was really jealous of Merlin."

"what?"

"I'm jealous that he can go crazy without restraint. Even if everything he wants to do, I want to do it... watch you all the time, take revenge on everyone who gets close to you, sneak into your room... I want to do it all."

Hunter suddenly remembered that they often used the dialogue in "Speed ​​​​Murder" to joke.

Maybe every sentence is Winston's real answer.

"I want to be rough on you, to get back at you for everything you've lost me...to cry for me, to beg for mercy, to say...'I'm sorry, Winston, I'm sorry Can't love you enough'. But I can't, because being hated by you is fatal to me."

Winston said no more.

It was one of the longest words he ever said to Hunter.

When the man stood waiting for him under the blue sky of Singapore, his hair was gently lifted by the passing wind, Hunter suddenly understood where the biggest gap between him and Winston was.

——Winston loves far more deeply than he does, so what Winston has paid and poured into cannot be filled by him now.

Hunter came out, walking side by side with Winston, neither fast nor slow.

In fact, Winston, every second I find myself loving you more than the last.

Hunter stretched out his hand and lightly clasped Winston's fingers.The other party didn't say anything, just bent his knuckles.

On the second day, the free practice session at the Marina Bay Circuit kicked off.

At present, the temperature in the city is about 33 degrees, while the temperature of the track is about [-] degrees.The team led by Shen Chuan adjusted a series of functions of the car according to the influence of the track ground temperature and air density.The cars in this race carry a lot of fuel, which increases the burden on the tires, which also means that Hunter needs to make at least two pit stops. If there are special circumstances, the possibility of four pit stops cannot be ruled out.

"This track has nearly a quarter of the retirement data every year, and it is extremely challenging." The technical officer reminded Hunter, "I know you are a little lunatic...but this time, be more rigorous. Our biggest The expectation is not that you can surpass the driver at the level of Charles again, but to finish the race safely and keep the current points ranking."

"Okay, I understand." Hunter nodded.

The technical officer was a little surprised. If it was the first few races, Hunter would definitely feel unwilling, feeling that the team did not trust him enough.

But this time, he saw the settled rationality and maturity in Hunter's eyes.

"It seems that staying with Winston every day is also beneficial." The technical officer said with a smile.

"Ah? What's the benefit?"

"When you think quietly, you become more and more like him."

"Don't say this in front of Marcus. His sensitive heart will think that I am going to join Ferrari again." Hunter whispered to the technical officer through his mouth.

The technical officer was stunned for two seconds, then immediately laughed.

By the end of the third practice session, Hunter was already familiar with the track.

Qualifying was about to start, and Hunter found a place to smoke as usual.

But this time he forgot to bring a lighter.

Sighing, he took out his mobile phone and was about to send a text message asking where Winston was, but the other party had already sat down beside him and was about to light a cigarette for him.

He used to think it was a tacit understanding, but now Hunter understood that it was Winston's doting on him.

Hunter lifted the cigarette and took a sip: "I think this should be the last time I will smoke with you before the game."

"You didn't smoke much, are you going to quit?" Winston asked lightly.

Hunter turned his face and blew a puff of smoke ring towards him, but Winston didn't even blink his eyes.

"What do you think of kissing?" Hunter asked.

"Are you trying to comfort me? Because you think I'm upset about Merlin?" said Winston.

"No." Hunter shook his head, "The time I spend with you is like a cigarette, the more it burns, the shorter it gets. In this case, the useful time is better spent kissing?"

Winston took Hunter's cigarette and took a drag.

"Are you sure?"

"what happened?"

"I thought you preferred to see me smoking," replied Winston softly.

"..."

Hunter froze.

Could it be that this guy actually knew every time he watched Winston smoke?Maybe you still enjoy it?

Indeed, the way the guy smokes with his eyes downcast, and the way he gently puts his fingers between his lips, is very sexy.

Winston turned sideways and brought the remaining half of the cigarette back to Hunter's lips. As soon as Hunter opened his lips, Winston moved the cigarette away and kissed him instead.

His lips were warm, and no matter how many times that touch passed, Hunter felt full of anticipation.

"See you on the track."

Winston shook the cigarette by Hunter's lips, Hunter bit the cigarette butt, and said with an unhappy expression: "This time, be careful not to be squeezed by me."

"Really? Then I'll squeeze in."

The word "go in" was said clearly, and Hunter twitched the corner of his mouth.

Winston was already well aware that he was afraid of his "big guy", and he would still have scruples before what happened to Merlin.But now he will bluntly tell Hunter that he wants to fuck him, this guy still cares about the things he and Irving "planned".

Hunter felt that he had fallen into that pit and probably couldn't get out.

That night, the qualifying kicked off.

Formula One is not a very high-profile event in Asia, but many fans come from all over the world. More than 80.00% of the tickets were sold, and the three famous stands were all sold out.

Hunter took a breath, and when he raised his eyes, he could see the banner with his name printed on it among the dense audience.

"Your fans are really getting more and more." Apparatus Mark said with a smile.

"Haha..." Hunter smiled helplessly.

The more fans, does it mean that there are no more extreme and crazy fans like Merlin?

...and Winston, he said that in terms of madness, he was even worse than Merlin.

Hunter looked towards the sky of Singapore, closed his eyes and made a silent wish: I hope I can keep pace with Vann Winston this time.

In the first quarter, the Marina Bay Circuit gave the teams a hard time.Colt of the Williams team made a mistake at the seventh corner, which almost hurt Mayden of Force India.Winston maintained the lead, Owen followed closely, and after that, there was a battle between Hunter and Shire for third and fourth places.In the last 3 minutes, Hunter bit Shire and kept the third place.

At the beginning of the second quarter, Owen and Hunter's position competition became more intense. After changing the soft tire, he achieved amazing results, overtook Hunter, and even overtook Winston at the end of the second quarter. .

In the final qualifying session, the competition became more intense. Winston tried to catch up with Owen, and Hunter also tried his best to catch up with Winston's lap time.

Qualifying made the audience nervous.In the last minute, McLaren's Duchovny lost control of his direction and crashed into the buffer zone when passing a right bend.

The audience screamed again and again.

However, Hunter's spirit was extremely concentrated, and he consistently locked on his target-Van Winston.

The person I most want to surpass in this world is you.

If I am destined to let you possess me, then at least in one other field that we both care about, I will possess your sight and direction.

Winston seemed to feel Hunter's determination, even in the last 30 seconds, he didn't let up, and kept the lead until the end.

The grid order for the main race is thus determined.Charles of the Mercedes-Benz team ranked on pole, Owen was second, followed by Winston and Hunter.

After driving the car back, Hunter raised his head, took off his racing suit, hung it around his waist, unscrewed the mineral water bottle and drank it.

At this time, clapping sounded, and Hunter put down the water bottle, only to realize that it was Nicky.

"Are you here to send flowers?" Hunter asked with a smile.

"Haha, it's fine if it's an ordinary fan who sends you flowers. If I'm caught sending you flowers, Van Winston will kill me." Nicky pulled the chair over and looked at Heng with his head half up. special.

This guy is the major shareholder of the team, probably to determine whether his investment is worth it.

"You just sent me flowers, and Winston will kill you?" Hunter pulled another chair funnyly, and sat down in front of Nicky, with one leg resting on the arm of the chair, one by one. dangling.

"This is what makes him great. He can make people who don't know him think he is calm, rigorous and steady, and let people who know him know that he is crazy so they don't cross the line. He can also make you think that you are safe by his side. .”

Nicky looked down and smiled.

"Aren't I safe around him?" Hunter asked back.

"Do you really understand this guy's possessiveness? Do you know that he has invested in various bars, clubs and high-end clubs all over the world? Of course, I also have shares in some of them, and some Lawrence Owen also has investments... "

Hunter narrowed his eyes: "What bar and club?"

Nicky laughed out loud: "For example, the club where I met you. Later, the staff told me that when I was with you, Winston was watching us in front of the surveillance."

"What?" Hunter frowned, "I thought he was waiting for me at the door!"

"No. You should be glad that you were not tempted or pushed down by me at that time, otherwise Winston would definitely rush in and kill you in that room."

"What——" Hunter's expression was a precursor to an explosion, "That bastard!"

Then he heard everything he said at that time!

At that time, those words were all words hidden in his heart!

Winston just listened to it all!

"He invested in these things... Could it be just to watch me in the monitoring room?"

"It should be that you always have a heart that wants to be loose, so Winston puts you under his jurisdiction, and no one dares to provoke you no matter how your heart flutters. He can use these places you like Being close to you, and being able to control you... I have to say that this plan is a waste of money and owes money."

Hunter clenched his fists.

If so, Winston might have been planning these things before they actually met in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix.

"Now do you really want to rush out and beat him up?" Nicky asked with a smile, tilting his head.

"Are you telling me this to make me angry with him?" Hunter asked squinting.

"Aren't you angry? This feeling of being planned and put in your pocket a long time ago, you should be upset, right?"

"Nonsense! Since he opened those clubs and bars, why didn't he give me a VIP card! Why did you ask me to pay for it! I was cheated by you and paid tens of thousands of dollars! Winston also said that he would pay me back Owen! After a long time of trouble, all my money went into his pocket!"

Hunter stretched out his middle finger and made a comparison.

Nicky looked at Hunter, and two seconds later he turned away and smiled.

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

"You really like him, don't you. So you don't get angry if he calculates everything about you. "

Hunter froze for a moment, took a breath, shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Compared to never meeting him, I'd rather be tricked by him."

"Hunter, do you know that I was attracted to you the first time I saw you?" Nicky propped his chin, his eyes seemed to be recalling something unforgettable.

"Don't tell me...you want to confess." Hunter was a little at a loss.

"At that time, you were innocent enough to be sexy, making me want to see you fascinated by me. Now you are different. When I watched you walk out of the passage, you looked like a man who returned from a bath of blood , Mature and courageous, when talking about Winston in front of me, he is also so calm that people are enviable... So, drive a little farther, speed up a little faster. Go beyond my imagination, I no longer need to use my eyesight Chasing you." Nicky smiled and held out his hand to Hunter.

"Thank you." Hunter also shook hands with Nicky.

"Thank you for being your fan, or thank you for telling you Winston's little secret?"

"All of them." Hunter stood up with a smile, "Tomorrow night the race starts, remember to watch."

"of course."

Hunter followed the convoy back to the hotel.

Because Merlin's affairs were over, and Winston had said before that they would not sleep together before the match, Hunter was going to sleep by himself tonight.

Entering the hotel lobby, it happened that the people from the Ferrari team also came back, including Winston.

He was wearing a tracksuit and had no expression on his face.

But Hunter knew that the guy looked at himself several times out of the corner of his eye.

Why do I fall into his routine every time?

And it turned out to be from the beginning?

Even if Hunter felt that he was willing to be trapped by him now, there was still a little joy, but thinking about this guy's calm face, he felt... still angry.

A few photos of himself and Owen were obviously not having sex, and Winston could not even sleep with him that night. Hunter decided to make him feel uncomfortable too.

Otherwise, when I was really fucked by this guy, I would be so unbalanced that I couldn't correct it.

Hunter came to Winston with his pocket in his pocket, and kicked his ankle with his toe: "Hey, I have something to tell you."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: Actually, you already love me very much.

Hunter: You're so easy to please.

Winston: Because you are already imagining how to achieve psychological balance after being raped by me.

Hunter: ...

Winston: In fact, there is no need to be unbalanced.Thinking about it from another angle, it is your bottom that ate me up.

Hunter: ...