Could You Not Tease Me?

"Because I once received an engagement ring, I thought you fell in love with someone and I didn't know it, but at that time I never had a chance to ask you who you wanted to give the ring to, so I comforted myself Consider it your gift to me."

"What? When did I ever buy a ring! I only bought a watch in my life and I gave it to you..." Hunter paused for a moment, then frowned and suddenly realized, "Oh——you are implying that I should give you a ring An engagement ring!"

"Well, you can take that as my hint."

Winston's voice was calm, but his eyes seemed to be filled with thoughts from the distant past, and thousands of troops came to overwhelm Hunter.

This man's desire is real, even if others don't know it.

"If... In fact, you can also regard it as my engagement ring, although the size may not be suitable." Hunter touched the tip of his nose, his cheeks flushed faintly.

He did not look into Winston's eyes, and his ears burned again.

"Really?" Winston stretched out his hand directly to Hunter, "If you really have prepared a ring for me, I can find a way to make it the right size."

Winston looked serious.

This made Hunter's heart beat nervously.

That tense feeling is like returning to the final lap of the track.

He wanted to suppress his nervousness, but couldn't help but take a breath.

Winston's hand was frozen there, and he would wait forever until he got what he wanted.

Hunter reached into his pocket and found something.

The sound of metal colliding made the nerves tremble slightly.

At that moment, Hunter felt that he was so solemn that he made a lifetime promise on the altar.

Holding Winston's finger in his left hand, he slowly pushed the metal ring into Winston's middle finger with his right hand.

Under the metal ring, there is a key and a bluetooth signal device.

Winston seemed to realize something, and his fingertips trembled slightly following Hunter's palm.

"I...I bought back the place where I grew up. Here's the key to it and the key to the garage. I promised you a spot in the garage. But now I realize that I'm not just I want to leave the garage to you...I know you must have a lot of beautiful big houses...maybe you have a big castle or something in England, my house is small to you...but to me it is It's my home. But...how can there be no one I love most at home?"

Hunter's voice was not loud, and it even became smaller as he spoke.His eyes were a little red, and he did not let go of Winston's hand.

Winston turned his palm over and took Hunter's hand.

"Now, it's our home."

"Well, yes!" Hunter nodded vigorously.

"After we finished eating, we went to see our home together."

"But there's nothing in the house."

"I'll buy it with you."

"it is good!"

Hunter took a big bite off the cheese chicken roll, and didn't forget to ask Winston who was sitting opposite: "Is it delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious." Winston ate very slowly. Although his demeanor was very elegant and eye-catching, Hunter still couldn't help but want to tease him.

Just when the toe of Hunter's shoe touched the opponent's calf, Winston raised his head with a playful smile on his lips.

"You just said that the house is empty. Is there a bed?"

"...Ah? Why do you suddenly ask this...haven't bought yet..."

"Don't tease me under the dining table without a bed." Winston's voice was serious. "Unless...you like to do it on the ground."

Hunter immediately retracted his leg: "I... I didn't touch you on purpose!"

"Also, it's more comfortable to do this kind of thing in leather shoes, not sneakers." Winston corrected Hunter leisurely.

"Give me back the keys to my house." Hunter stretched his neck.

"No." Winston took out the bunch of keys from his pocket, hung them on his middle finger and deliberately shook them in front of Hunter.

Hunter couldn't help but laugh.It was the first time he had seen Winston look so "willful".

After lunch, Hunter and Winston came to a villa area.Hunter's father used to be a well-known stockbroker, and they used to live in a well-known wealthy area in New York City.

From time to time, a famous car drove past them.

"Should have let you come in your Ferrari."

"Yeah, just parked it in the garage."

Hunter couldn't help laughing.

This is a three-storey villa with front and rear gardens. Because it was built 20 years ago, its style is not as fashionable as those new villas they passed by.

The gardens have been deserted and the "for sale" sign has been taken down.

Hunter stood at the door, let out a sigh of relief, turned to Winston who was beside him and said, "Hey, I should be glad that no one has bought it in the past few years... probably because a well-known stockbroker lived here and ended up going bankrupt. Are people feeling unlucky?"

Winston reached out and touched Hunter's head: "I'll open the door, let's go in and have a look."

"Okay." Hunter nodded.

Open the door, it's empty inside.The sofa, TV, dining table, and cabinets were all removed when Hunter's father filed for bankruptcy.

The floor has been textured for a long time, and there is a creaking sound when stepped on it, as if something is cracked deep in the memory.

"There used to be a big sofa here! My father always lay on this side with his head in his arms, and my mother would watch cartoons with me," Hunter said.

"Well, is the TV set here?" said Winston.

"That's right." Hunter walked to the wall and gestured to Winston, "There is a cabinet here, and there are many photos on the cabinet. There are my graduation photos from elementary school to middle school, the photo of my juvenile kart grand prix victory, And the photo of my parents hugging me when I was just born...it's just that I don't know where it is now..."

Hunter stroked the back of his head.

"Come on, let's go up and have a look. I'm curious about your bedroom."

"Okay!"

Hunter went upstairs and opened a room on the second floor.

This room is not big, and the window just faces the back garden.There was a sycamore tree in the garden, the branches of which stretched right up to Hunter's window.

The room was empty, Hunter lifted the window and stuck his head out.

"You know, when I was a kid, I always fantasized about building a tree house on this tree, and when I got mad at my father, I would climb up and hide and put the ladder away. But it was too small to bear. Sorry. Now it's a bit older, but I'm not fantasizing about tree houses anymore," Hunter said with a laugh.

"Is this where your bed is?" asked Winston.

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"Because there are traces of a poster on the opposite side. Whose poster is it?" Winston turned his face to the side and asked, "A bunny girl?"

Hunter paused, he didn't dare to tell Winston, that was when Owen and Charles were still in the Lotus team, the two of them won the championship and runner-up in the last race of a certain grand prix, locked on Lotus The poster of the points championship that year.

"It's not a bunny girl. It's my dream from elementary school to middle school. It's just that I thought that dream was far away, but now it seems that it's very close... because I met you." Hunter said with a smile.

Winston came closer and kissed him on the ear.

"Your expression is very sincere, not like lying."

"I'll hate you if you do this."

"What else is there on this floor?"

"My father's study. He often locks himself in it after dinner, researching stocks and investments. I can leave it to you...you must have a lot of books?" Hunter said with a smile.

Winston took a look in his pocket and said, "It's quite big."

"Yes, you can put down a lot of books."

"I don't need to put down any more books."

"what happened?"

"For me, I don't have enough time in my life to fully understand everything about you. Why put so many books in there as decorations?"

Hunter paused, then turned around: "But you seem to like reading very much."

"When I like to read books, it's because I'm bored and I don't have you around."

"Oh? Then what is this room for?"

Winston came to Hunter's side, hugged his shoulders, and replied seriously: "Put the ping-pong table on. I really like watching you pick up the ball."

Hunter: "...can you change to another project?"

"Table tennis is also fine. For example, if you lean down on the table and prepare to hit the ball, I can admire you from behind, and then..."

"Enough is enough..."

"Or a racing simulator."

"This option is good!"

"But I don't like that option. I'd still prefer a ping pong table or a pool table."

Winston's voice was very low, Hunter's heart itched badly, and his ears were red again.

"Let's go up and look at the master bedroom."

"Okay."

The master bedroom is huge and has a terrace.

"There used to be a bed here, and here was my mother's dresser..."

Hunter remembers everything in the past very clearly.

"Well, if it's the two of us, the dressing table can be saved, but a larger cloakroom is needed, what do you think?"

"You must have a lot of suits."

"No. I want to install a big mirror in the cloakroom. Lock the door of the cloakroom and do it in front of the mirror. It must be very interesting."

Hunter took a step back on purpose, and stomped hard on Winston's foot with his heel.

But before he had time to use his strength, the other party clasped his waist and hugged him.The other party's breath was right next to Hunter's ear, it was itchy and hot.

And Winston's muffled laughter, and his chest shaking with it.

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?"

"Go buy furniture. Fill our home."

"Are you going now?"

"That's right. We won't be able to stay here for a few days. We'll go pick it up today, deliver it tomorrow, and enjoy a day at home the day after tomorrow." Winston's expression was absolutely serious.

"Okay! Let's go!"

They went to the most expensive furniture customization center in the city center.Hunter had never been to a place like this.

"Hey, the furniture here must be very expensive! And it must be too late for delivery tomorrow!"

"If you have money, you can do everything," replied Winston.

"what?"

"May I choose the furniture?" asked Winston.

"Okay. Actually, I don't care anymore!"

When several designers walked around them and introduced their works, Winston took their catalogs, and while choosing furniture, he made suggestions for modification of those furniture.

Because words are often unable to describe clearly, Winston directly took a pencil and drew it in a sketchbook.

Hunter was amazed, because what Winston had drawn was uncannily similar to the furniture that had once been in his villa.

It was as if he had been to his own home, or had seen these furniture before.

Because most of the furniture was just a modification of the already designed finished product, Winston paid three times the price, and the other party immediately agreed to rush to work immediately and deliver the furniture to the door tomorrow night.

When Winston took Hunter's hand and walked out, Hunter grabbed him.

"Hey... have you ever been to my house?"

"No."

"Then how do you know what the old furniture in my house looks like?"

The two walked side by side on the streets of New York, Winston didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, and clasped Hunter's fingers.

"I found myself obsessed with you, so I will pay attention to everything about you. There is a report after you won the Junior Kart Grand Prix, which tells about your growth experience, including a few photos of your home. "

"You can remember this?"

"Can you remember everything I said to you?"

"I'm sure I can." Hunter replied confidently.

For a fellow who did not like to read, he remembered every poem Winston read.

"Then why doubt that I can remember everything I've seen about you?"

Winston smiled.

Hunter didn't speak, just looked at him.

"what happened?"

"I feel...every time I see you smiling at me, it seems that life becomes brighter."

Winston turned his face away: "You always talk to me like that, and I want to run around too."

"Haha!" Hunter looked at the time, "It's time for dinner, but I'm not hungry, what should I do?"

"Then let's choose a mattress? The bed will come tomorrow, how can we do without a mattress?"

"Okay!"

The two went to the bedding center again.

Winston took Hunter to another very high-end place.When I was a child, these things were chosen by my parents, and Hunter had no impression at all.

But when he saw a white-collar couple with a child picking out a mattress, and the child was rolling and jumping on the mattress, Hunter suddenly thought of himself.

The blurred picture in memory became clear again.

At that time, I was happily jumping on the mattress, and my parents were standing not far away.

"Ivan seems to like this mattress very much."

"Haha, is it because he can jump high on it?"

By this time Winston was lying down on one of the mattresses, his arm on the other side.

"Hunter, are you sure you don't want to lie down and feel it?"

"Is the support good?"

"Lie down and try it and you'll know."

Hunter smiled slightly, ignoring everyone's gaze, and lay sideways on Winston's arm.

"Is this mattress comfortable?"

"It's not bad." Hunter squinted his eyes and replied.

"Would it allow me to sleep with you if it's comfortable?" Winston's voice was serious.

Hunter's face turned red again, and he moved his head towards the other's neck.

"No."

"Oh, what a pity." There was a smile in Winston's voice.

"Because you're more attractive than a mattress," Hunter replied.

"What were you thinking while standing by the bed?"

"Thinking about when I was a child. My parents took me to pick out a mattress. I jumped on it and refused to get off. My mother said, 'Evan, that's a mattress, not a trampoline'."

Winston turned sideways, kissed Hunter on the forehead, and kissed his eyes.

"So my Evan, do you like this mattress?"

Hunter was taken aback.

He had imagined how many times Winston would pronounce his name with a voice.They were close enough already, yet Hunter still throbbed deeply, as if about to overflow, as Winston said "My Evan" slowly but clearly.

Transparent and deep, just like the sound of a cello.

"Call me again."

"Ivan." Winston's fingers gently stroked the back of Hunter's head.

"Call me again."

"Evan."

Hunter smiled.

"I absolutely love this mattress right now."

"Then call me by my name."

"Fain." Hunter suddenly became happy and sat up, "Aha! There must be very few people who dare to call your name! Everyone thinks that you must be respected very, very much! And you have a title, right?"

"So you can't just call me by my name."

"Ah... I call your name, do I still need your permission?"

"Yes. You must maintain absolute respect for me. You can only call me by my name when you feel that you love me very much and want me very much." Winston lay down where he was, and said to him with a smile.

"So there are two conditions to be met to call your name?"

"Yes. The first is when you love me very much, and the second is when you want me." Winston slowly propped up his upper body, half-raised his chin and looked into Hunter's eyes, "This way I know that I can Be a little more arrogant, be a little more presumptuous, and be a little more ruthless to you."

Hunter propped his chin and turned his face: "I suddenly don't want this mattress now."

Winston let out a deep laugh, but it was melodious and conquered Hunter's hearing.

"Should I make a rule for you too?"

"what?"

"When you love me very much and want me very much, can you call me Yiwen?"

"This rule makes absolutely no sense."

Hunter immediately understood what the other party meant.

"Well, let's change it. You can only call me that when you are very happy, very excited, feel that you can't restrain your joy when you see me, and ask me to let you hug. And it can't be more than once a month."

"You really are a bad boy."

"Bad boy is hungry, it's time for dinner!"

"Ok."

Winston settled on the mattress at last.

They walked in New York under the night, and for the first time Hunter felt that his life in New York would be full and satisfying.

Because there was no furniture, the mattress in Hunter's small apartment in New York was destroyed by the jump when they came back last time, so he stayed in the hotel.

When Hunter came out of the shower, he saw Winston leaning against the hotel window and talking on the phone.

His back is very beautiful, with a smooth but firm feeling.

Although he was only a few years older than himself, Winston felt absolutely mature and stable.

"Who are you calling?" Hunter said, leaning against him.

"My assistant, Miss Anne. I asked her to deliver some of my things." Winston put his arm on Hunter's shoulders, "We must have my things at home, right?"

Hunter couldn't help laughing.

After they got up the next day, Winston accompanied Hunter back to the apartment he had rented before, put all his things into the suitcase, and packed them away.

As they passed the bodybuilder's door, his girlfriend heard the suitcase being dragged up and down the corridor and opened the door.

"Are you... are you leaving here?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes." Hunter said with a smile.

"Is it because we disturbed your life?" Her expression let Hunter know that her guilt was real.

"No, it's because I'm going home."

She glanced at Winston who was coming out with the suitcase left and right: "Are you going to live with him?"

"That's right. Apart from him, I can't think of anyone else who can endure my own willfulness."

She smiled knowingly: "Then you don't have to worry about him being patient with you."

"what?"

"He loves you very much. I am a woman, and I can tell from the way he looks at you that he has only you in his world. Be happy, wayward Mr. Hunter."

"You too."

When they returned to the villa, some custom-made furniture had been brought in that didn't require much modification.

Two people asked workers to put them in the corresponding position.

Hunter turned over on the sofa and said with a smile, "Hey, it's really hard to see such a retro sofa now!"

Winston sat beside him, with one arm around him.

The furniture was brought in little by little.

For example, TV cabinets and dining tables.

Winston had even ordered the cutlery for the kitchen.The plates and cups are very British.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the package of Miss Anne, Winston's assistant, was also delivered.

Hunter enthusiastically went to unpack Winston's cardboard box, which contained some underwear and a well-wrapped photo frame.

Hunter opened it curiously, and found that the one on the top was the photo of his parents holding the baby Hunter when he was interviewed by the media when he won the Youth Kart Grand Prix for the first time.

It was cut out of a magazine, vacuum-sealed in a special frame, and the colors were still bright and there were no creases.

Hunter's eyes burned again.

"Where did you find it?"

"I said that after I found out that I fell in love with you, I started to collect everything about you. I bought this magazine from a fan of yours at a high price."

Winston hugged Hunter from behind: "I didn't expect that one day my collection would come in handy."

Hunter covered his mouth and laughed, but tears almost fell down.

"You must have loved me for a long time."

"Well... far longer than you imagined. And the time I lost you is much more than the time you were with me. So, from now on, you can't leave me, you must let me remember The most painful and unwilling time is when I feel at ease that everything is over."

"it is good."

Hunter put the photo where it used to be on the cabinet.

Next to that photo is the photo of myself winning the Formula One championship for the first time, and the photo of myself standing on the podium with Winston for the first time, and the photo of myself and Winston at the London Eye There is also a group photo on the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. "

"Hey, I suddenly feel that this cabinet is a little smaller."

"is it?"

"Because I think we will definitely put a lot of photos here in the future! By the way, there are also our trophies."

Winston laughed.

The mattress was delivered, but the bed hadn't arrived yet. Hunter didn't want to go to the hotel at all, so the two slept on the mattress for one night.

It was almost noon the next day when the bed was finally delivered.

Workers put the bed into the master bedroom, and Hunter and Winston put the mattress on.

Annie had already prepared clean sheets, and Winston made the bed neatly and tucked the pillowcases.Even the cloakroom in the master bedroom was tidy.

When Hunter was thanking the porter at the door, he turned his head and saw Winston walking down the stairs unhurriedly.

He was wearing a beige sweater, showing a beautiful neckline.Even slacks can't hide the beauty of a pair of long legs.

He turned his face to look at Hunter, and said softly, "It's all ready."

Hunter just stood there motionless.

"What's the matter?" Winston frowned slightly.

"It's nothing...I just think the lighting in our house is very good, and you stand there shining. And only I can see it."

Hunter walked over, keeping his eyes on Winston.

Winston held out his hand to him.

Hunter showed a smiling face, and ran to him in two or three steps.

However, Winston took a step back and let Hunter stand on it, then suddenly supported his leg and hugged him up.

"Hey! Be careful not to fall!" Hunter hugged Winston's neck.

The man just looked at him with a slight smile: "My Ivan... is also very dazzling under the lights of our house."

Hunter's heart skipped a beat.

Of course he remembered what it meant when Winston said his name.

"I said before that if I win you, you will make a nice voice for me. Although I lost to you, if you want me to call your name now, then you have to coax me well."

Winston looked Hunter in the eyes and smiled.

He hugged Hunter and walked up at the slowest speed.

With every step, Hunter hugged him tightly, afraid that if he moved around, both of them would fall down the stairs.

But Winston's arms were so powerful, supporting Hunter steadily, like a fortress that would never collapse.

"How does a moment last forever, how can a story never die. Itis love we must hold on to. Never easy but we try.

Without any music, Winston's voice is deep but seems to have collected all his emotions and put them into the so-called "eternity".

Hunter remembered when he was young, his father came home with roses, and his mother's happy expression, they hugged each other and danced jazz in the living room.

When everything was broken and Hunter no longer believed in the so-called "eternity", Winston picked everything up, even so intact that Hunter felt that it was not true.

He sang "How to Make This Moment Eternal" softly in his ear, and Hunter felt like he had stepped into eternity.

"I want to be with you forever, Vann."

When Winston hugged Hunter and leaned against the door of the master bedroom, Hunter spoke.

Winston kissed him all of a sudden, as low and long as his soft singing voice, and the tip of his tongue wrapped around Hunter, like a silent river that suddenly boiled and burned.

His sucking sealed Hunter's breath and heartbeat, and his hands were so hot that they were imprinted on Hunter's body.Hunter responded to him desperately, his back pressed against the door, and Winston's vigorous madness almost crushed Hunter and crushed the door.

His chin lifted unbearably, and Winston kissed Hunter's chin, and Hunter had to free up a hand to unscrew the door.

Hunter fell backwards, Winston supported Hunter's lower back with one hand, and still held him firmly with the other.

He hugged him very tightly, as if he was going to strangle him, but it made Hunter feel safe.

He sucked Hunter's neck hard, and when Hunter fell on the mattress, Winston couldn't wait to press him up.

Their kiss is no longer like a battle of possession and defense, but more like a desperate fusion.

Hunter propped up his upper body and wanted to get closer to Winston. Winston passionately pursued and kissed him. Hunter supported his upper body and kept backing away until he reached the head of the bed.

Winston turned his face to the side and kissed him completely. His hand was pressed against Hunter's ear, strong and hard, as if the whole world had shrunk to only this man's embrace.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Is your house in England very big?

Winston: Big.And there are many rooms, enough to satisfy our freshness.

Hunter: What novelty?

Winston: For example, if you do it in front of different windowsills, you can see different scenery.

Hunter: ...

Winston: My study is also very big, with a lot of books.Inside the smell of paper...

Hunter: That's enough, I don't want to hear it!