Could You Not Tease Me?

"Don't hide from me..." Winston let go of Hunter slightly, and said softly.

Hunter didn't reply, just turned his face and touched his lips.

"Just like the song you sang to me just now... Never leave me."

Winston's eyes sank, and he pulled up all of Hunter's clothes.

He was very anxious, as if the world would be destroyed in the next second, they would cease to exist, time would be compressed, and their embrace would shatter.

"... Shouldn't we be before the last race..." Winston said hoarsely.

He was almost close to Hunter, his breathing was obviously so hot, but he held Hunter tight and suppressed himself.

Hunter raised his eyebrows slightly, twitched the corners of his mouth, and replied arrogantly: "Go to the fucking last stop... Our last stop will be a long time away!"

In an instant, Winston pressed down eagerly and forcefully, and the collision between his lips and tongue was about to ignite fire.

Hunter felt the strength and heat of this man.As if his previous 20 years were completely wasted, he had never longed for someone like this moment.

The breath is also bursting, everything is so hot that there is a force breaking through everything.

"If I do everything I can, you won't be able to fall in love with me...I used to think that I would be reluctant to destroy you...but I was wrong..."

He rushed at him and said in a voice of gnashing of teeth.

"...What will happen to you?" Hunter's heart was beating fast.

"Just like now...I'll kill you..."

The depths of Hunter's brain were also shaken by the opponent's violent impact.

It was another burst of crazy possessiveness, he used all angles to kiss him, Hunter thought this was his greatest strength, but the desire and demands he burst out were far beyond his imagination.

"Let me... let me rest..."

Hunter propped his upper body forward in a daze, his hand had just clasped the edge of the bed, and was pulled back by the other side.

A violent kiss landed on the back of his head, and he was pressed against the wall at this angle, and that force once again destroyed him.

In the scene that Hunter once thought was unrealistic in action movies, when Winston picked him up high and then dropped him, he firmly pressed him against himself.

Pain and terror were drowned in Winston's forceful kiss.

He reached the peak, thinking that he could breathe a sigh of relief and slowly slide down from the height of [-] meters. He wanted to regain his breathing and heartbeat, but that seemingly cold man, as if he would never go out, turned sideways and kissed him. he.

His feelings were completely reversed from the tiny soothing kisses to the increasingly irresistible possessiveness, and Winston completely ruled everything for him.

Chaotic and chaotic, all principles are broken, all laws are cracked, only this man's collision is better than all the realities in the world.

If he would die because of this man, Hunter thought...why not?

The eleven o'clock daylight fell through the curtains on the messy bed.

Hunter opened his lips slightly and frowned slightly.

Winston put his arms around him and touched his forehead, which was a little hot.

There were marks all over Hunter's body, and Winston's fingers caressed over the blue-purple mark next to his Adam's apple.

"Um……"

"I'll wash you off with cold water again. You've got a fever."

"Hmm..." Hunter hugged Winston, obviously not letting him leave, "Didn't it be wiped..."

Winston lowered his head and lightly touched Hunter's tired eyes, which could not be opened.When Hunter fell asleep again, Winston got up slowly and came to the window.

"I think I need a private doctor... Hunter has a fever." Winston raised his hand and brushed his hair back vigorously. "I don't know who to call in New York."

"Fever... what did you do?" There was a hint of teasing in the other party's voice.

"Erwin... he's almost 39 degrees."

Winston suppressed his breathing, his voice was not loud, but very suppressed.He turned his head and glanced at Hunter under the quilt.

"Are you crazy? Before the final race of the Grand Prix... so indulgent?"

Erwin is Chen Mobai's English name.The man who had always been lazy in his voice suddenly became serious.

"I need a doctor," said Winston in a cold voice.

"Doctor? The doctor I know just left New York for an exchange abroad. And you can bear the doctor to see his wound?" Chen Mobai asked back, but did not get an answer from Winston.

"Well...Although as a friend, other people may give you things like condoms, but the things I give you are obviously more practical."

"What?" Winston narrowed his eyes.

"Remember the last time I gave you a small box and told you that there is medicine in it, do you want to take it with you?"

"Remember, it's still there." Winston quickly found his suitcase, found the box from the compartment of the suitcase, opened it, "it's all in Chinese."

"Hunter has no history of allergies to anti-inflammatory drugs, right?"

"I'm sure not."

"Crush the brown tablet inside into powder and apply it to the wounds on his body. Let him eat the rest three times a day, two tablets at a time. What I gave you is a Chinese patent medicine. He still hasn't recovered by three o'clock in the afternoon." signs, you have to send him to the hospital, no matter how much you don't want his body to be seen by other men, OK?"

"Thank you."

"By the way... Is it convenient to ask... Can you tell me how many times you tossed at night and made him have a fever? The endurance and physique of the racer are very good..."

"I owe you this time."

After speaking, Winston hung up the phone.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, Hunter finally had a fever.Winston ruffled his shattered hair gently and sighed.

Hunter's eyes trembled and opened.

"Winston..."

"Huh?" Winston leaned down and kissed him.

"I want to drink water..."

"Okay, I'll pour it for you."

"I'm so hungry..."

"I'll make you something to eat."

"Aren't we late for the plane to Melbourne?"

"Don't worry, I called Mr. Marcus."

"Oh, okay..." Hunter's voice was hoarse, he suddenly remembered something and sat up abruptly, the pain in his waist and legs that were about to be broken made him frown, "Then what did Marcus say?" ?”

"It's nothing. I said there is a small problem in our house, and you can't play with peace of mind until it is resolved." Winston sat beside him and touched his ear lightly.

"Oh……"

It must have occurred to Marcus that this was just a lie told by Winston.

Winston handed the water glass to Hunter. Hunter was obviously thirsty, and he drank it up in two or three sips with his head raised.

"slower."

The water that didn't have time to swallow flowed down the corners of Hunter's lips, slid across his chin, and dripped on the quilt. His throat surged, and even the marks on the side of his neck rose and fell.

Winston's fingers brushed against the corner of Hunter's lips, and his knuckles froze there.

"Huh?" Hunter asked in a hoarse voice, his voice was not loud, with a hint of doubt.

Winston's eyes dimmed, and he suddenly pushed him back onto the pillow. Hunter was dizzy from the shock, and the bones and muscles all over his body seemed to be dismantled. The impact caused Hunter to groan in pain. stand up.

Even the corners of the eyes are full of tears.

"I'm sorry..." Winston lowered his body and gently pressed his forehead against Hunter, "I didn't hold back..."

Hunter paused, thinking of his numb but faint pain, he said in a pitiful voice: "I also want to come again... except for some scary poses last night... I feel quite... good of……"

Hunter's voice was as small as a mosquito humming.

Winston froze.

But Hunter could feel his body temperature rising.

"Really... which poses do you find scary?"

Winston's breath was on Hunter's lips, which made Hunter want to move.

"You... when you hugged me..."

"But I like it very much. Because you hug me very tightly when you are scared, and even tighter underneath."

Winston couldn't help but kissed Hunter's lips, and stretched his hand under the quilt, Hunter's brows quickly frowned.

"Don't touch me...I hurt..."

After a long time, Winston let out a breath, got up and went to the bathroom.

Hunter turned sideways with difficulty, looked at Winston's back, and smirked.

"You have today too."

At this time, Hunter suddenly understood what it meant when Owen asked him to calculate how long Winston had been in the bathroom when he and Winston were on vacation in Dubai.

"This guy Owen..."

This time, Winston stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour, and Hunter, who was sitting on the head of the bed, couldn't help urging him up with a hoarse voice.

"I'm hungry! I want to eat! Come out!"

Obviously, Winston did not answer him.

Hunter licked the corner of his mouth and continued to yell. After all, he only had his voice left to work.

"I'm so hungry...I want a cheese omelet..."

Winston still ignored him.

"Winston, why don't you come out! You're going on, it's going to break!"

Two seconds later, a suppressed and sullen voice sounded through the door with great penetrating power.

"Say one more word, and I'll come out and kill you."

Hunter was taken aback, and immediately stopped talking.

At the beginning of last night, Winston was still very restrained, but after thinking about how hot and hard he was, Hunter felt that it was a miracle that he survived.

After another ten minutes, Hunter finally heard the sound of running water from the sink.

As the man was about to come out, Hunter immediately shrank into the quilt and covered his head. It was not until he went downstairs that Hunter lifted the quilt to have a look.

Not a single piece of the place was intact, it was appalling.

If it happened again... Ah, half the time, he might really be dead.

"so close……"

Hunter decided not to do things like playing with fire guns in the future.

The consequences are usually dire.

Hunter didn't understand before, and now he does.

Ten minutes later, Hunter faintly smelled the aroma of food.

Winston came in with a tray and sat down beside him.

"You hurt a bit there, so I didn't put bacon in the quiche."

"Hmm!" Hunter reached out to pick it up, but when he was holding the dinner plate, he realized that his arms were shaking.

The arm that had clearly held the steering wheel of F1 for more than two hours and completed countless turns without any problems, is now sore as if lacking exercise... probably because he was too hard when he hugged Winston yesterday, and... like It took so long to open several rounds...

"Let me do it."

Winston took the plate, poked a small piece of omelet with a fork, and put it into Hunter's mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

"Hmm...it tastes like the chicken tacos I always eat!"

Winston smiled slightly.

It was only then that Hunter realized that Winston specially made it according to Hunter's favorite taste.

After eating a whole omelet, Winston looked at him and said, "Take some medicine later and get a good sleep."

"Um……"

However, after the fever subsided, Hunter didn't feel sleepy at all. He lay on the bed bored, playing with his mobile phone with one hand. Winston went to receive the courier in the afternoon.

A few minutes later, Winston was seen walking in with something like a magazine.

"What? You ordered a magazine?"

"It's from Rossi, the photo album we made last time."

"Really? I want to see it!" Hunter was about to stand up regardless of the pain in his back, and Winston directly placed the photo album on the pillow.

Hunter couldn't wait to flip through it.

On the first page, he was carrying a rose, and Winston nodded close to him, sucking the petals of the rose on his shoulder.

That expression is indescribably ambiguous and sexy.

Hunter swallowed with a grunt, and a burst of heat rushed to his lower abdomen.

Turning over again, it was Winston embracing himself from behind again, his eyes were covered with the other's tie, and Winston stabbed him fiercely with a rose in his hand.

Suddenly thinking of what the other party did in his body last night, Hunter's ears turned redder.

At this time, Winston was lying on his side beside Hunter, and his hand had already been inserted into Hunter's quilt, doing something... No one imagined that it was Van Winston.

"You...you still want to come?" Hunter's heart was about to move, especially when he looked at Winston's ice blue eyes full of longing, he felt his whole body was burning.

"Again, I'm afraid I'll really kill you."

"Then you still put your hand in!"

"Because I am by your side, but you have feelings for the photos?" Winston leaned over and asked.

Hunter was so hot that he was about to bleed.

"I want to drink!"

"I'll help you solve it first and then pour you water."

After finishing speaking, Winston buried his head in the quilt, and Hunter was almost driven crazy by him!

The next morning, Hunter sat up, shaking his shoulders left and right, Winston beside him had already got up, Hunter also put on his pants and T-shirt, went downstairs and found Something that seemed to be a pie was being baked, and Winston was holding the phone while cutting the fruit, as if he was about to squeeze juice for Hunter.

"Thank you for the medicine, his fever is gone."

Winston heard Hunter's footsteps, said goodbye to the other party, and then turned around to see Hunter tilting his head with his pockets in his pocket.

"Are you all right?"

"It seems to be all right." Hunter moved his shoulders and turned his waist again. "Except for that place, it still seems to be a little swollen... It seems that there is no pain in other places."

Hunter stretched his head to look at Winston's cell phone, but the other party had already put the phone in his pocket: "What kind of medicine did you give me! It's amazing!"

"You can't take medicine indiscriminately. But... you recovered so well, I suddenly felt that my previous patience was not worth it."

Winston turned and looked at Hunter, leaning against the sink.

There was an ambiguity in his eyes that made Hunter's heart beat wildly.

"You... your patience must be worth it! Then what if I don't have a fever?" Hunter suddenly felt that he should lie under the quilt, pretending to be pitiful.

"Fool," said Winston, bowing his head and smiling slightly.

Hunter felt again as if a feather was tickling his heart.

Sitting at the dining table, eating the pie baked by Winston, Hunter said in admiring tone: "How can you make so many things! I wouldn't do it."

"Just use your mobile phone to search for how to do it. As long as you don't have mental problems, you should be able to do it." Winston handed the juice to the other party.

"So... I have a mental problem?" Hunter suddenly felt that the apple pie was not very delicious.

Winston laughed without answering.

Although Hunter likes the feeling of staying together like this, the last race is still the focus.

They flew to Melbourne the next day.

Marcus came to pick him up in person and gave Hunter a big hug as soon as they met.

"Oh, poor boy...is your kitchen fixed yet?"

"Huh? The kitchen?" Hunter looked back uncertainly at Winston, who was carrying two luggage.

"Yeah, Winston told me you popped the popcorn in the microwave and it exploded! The microwave didn't work, and it blew up the kitchen! You're going everywhere to fix it..."

Hunter turned his head to look at Winston.

You can also make up such an outrageous reason?

"Well, the kitchen has been repaired."

Instead of worrying about my kitchen, you might as well worry about my waist!

"Well, I'll take Hunter back to the hotel, and I'll give you a ride too, Winston."

"Thank you."

While driving, Marcus said: "Sometimes I feel that time really flies. In a blink of an eye, Hunter changed from a rookie who would make low-level mistakes when cornering to a favorite to win the race. gone."

"Thank you for always remembering my black history." Hunter looked at Winston aside and shrugged.

"And Owen and Charles, before you know it, this is their No. 15 year in Formula One."

"What's the matter? Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

"Because you have been tired these two days, I didn't tell you. The day before yesterday, when Owen was interviewed by Mr. Kacho, he expressed his intention to retire."

"What? Why did you retire? Is it because he is 36 years old? But his physical fitness and judgment are obviously in good condition!"

"Probably because I want to retire when I am in a good state. It is very sad for a hero to end." Marcus said.

Hunter opened his mouth, but did not speak.

"Which hotel is Red Bull Racing staying in?" Winston asked after a long time.

"Huh? It's a hotel with us." Marcus replied.

Winston turned to Hunter and said, "Go find him. If you hold back your stomach, if you don't spit it all out to that person, you won't be able to finish this match perfectly."

"Thank you." Hunter did not expect Winston to say that.

This time, Winston did not accompany Hunter, but let Hunter go to Owen's room by himself.

When he knocked on the door, Owen's familiar voice sounded.

"Is it a beauty? If it's not a beauty, you don't open the door."

"I'm not a beauty, but I'm your fan."

After two seconds of silence on the other side of the door, Owen opened the door and saw Hunter standing at the door with his pocket in his pocket.

"Yo, it's you."

"Yes, it's me."

Hunter walked in, and Owen took out the mineral water from the mini refrigerator and threw it to Hunter.

"Why did you come to me suddenly?" Owen asked with a smile, leaning against the window sill.

Compared with the first time I saw him racing a dozen years ago, this man has hardly changed.

But if you look closely, you will find that he has actually changed a lot.

His gaze concealed his obsession with victory and defeat, with a bit of aloofness.

"I've come to confess to you."

As soon as Hunter finished speaking, Owen coughed violently.

"You... Are you out of your mind? Or are you going to take revenge on me? Aren't you on good terms with Winston now?" Owen immediately shook his hand.

"I'm afraid that if I don't tell you, there will be no need to tell you in the future."

"what?"

"Do you know why I still choose to trust you every time I know that every time you help me, you must have the purpose of playing me and watching a good show?"

Hunter looked at Owen with a solemn expression.

"Oh, what is it?"

"I was seven years old when I first learned about Formula [-]. At that time, you and Charles were still driving for the Lotus team. Together, you two made the Lotus team win the championship that year. .”

"Thank you for reminding me that you were only seven years old. I was about 16 years older than you." Owen said with a smile.

"I have a poster of you and Shire hanging in my room," Hunter said.

The smile on Owen's face gradually disappeared, and he also looked at Hunter solemnly.

"……thanks."

"My wish at that time was that one day I could compete with you and appreciate your superb skills. This is the fusion of time and experience. No one can easily break the era you created. I can't do it, and neither can Winston. No way. We can surpass what you have achieved, but we will never surpass what you have created."

"Hunter..."

"Do you know how happy I was when I got my F1 license? Because you and Charles are still on the track! God knows how hard I worked in the first three races, although the harder I worked, the more ridiculous the results, but... I want you and Ciel to know that there is a child who has been chasing you for more than ten years."

Owen looked at Hunter with a surprised expression in his eyes.

"Owen, we will all be surpassed eventually. In the past, even at the age of 50, there were people who continued to be a Formula One driver. But with technological innovation, concentration and physical strength have become boundaries, but you also know very well in your heart that you Haven't reached the limit yet..."

"I'm just tired, Hunter. I've been on the track for more than ten years, almost the most important years of my life, and besides the track and the hum of the engine, I suddenly find that... I'm not sure about myself What is the goal?"

Owen came over and patted Hunter on the shoulder.

"But are you willing? Are you willing to just abandon the era created by you and Shire like this? Are you sure someone can take over your era?" Hunter looked at Owen, and there was a powerful force in his eyes that made Owen At that moment, my already tired heart suddenly burst into flames.

"Or are you afraid of being surpassed? You think me and Winston are terrible, so you have to step down from the altar before you fall?" Hunter asked.

"Why are you so annoying, kid?" Owen said helplessly.

"I'm not likable. It's because I hate you that you want to teach me a lesson, right? And the only place you can teach me is the racetrack! Once you leave here, I can spend the next ten years I will always laugh at you for losing without a fight." Hunter turned his face to look at Owen, "36 is still very young."

"Well, Hunter, how about we make a bet?"

Owen smiled and looked at Hunter.

"What bet?"

"This last race, if you can surpass me, surpass Shire, surpass Winston to win the championship, I will continue to compete next year until you beat me and Shire in the standings, let us retire I will leave this arena to you." Owen raised his hand and straightened Hunter's neckline, which was tilted to one side, "There is no trap in this bet, only winning or losing."

"Okay." Hunter replied.

There was no hesitation in his voice, it was so firm that Owen wondered if he had already won the championship.

"Now, you can go back. And I want to recharge my batteries, and I must not be taken down by you. I am very yearning for retirement."

Owen replied with a smile.

"Just wait!" Hunter made a gesture of wiping his neck.

When Hunter left Owen's room, Owen raised his voice and said, "Don't let Winston know that you confessed to me. I'm afraid he will kill me."

Hunter gave him a middle finger.

As soon as he went out, he bumped into Charles.

"Hey, kid! Walk and watch people!"

"Got it!" Hunter walked towards the elevator without looking back.

"What's wrong with this kid?" Charles looked at Owen and said.

"He sent me a war post."

"Oh, is it because you told Mr. Kacho that you intend to retire?" Charles opened Owen's mini refrigerator and took a bottle of orange juice.

"Yes."

"Owen, do you still remember the time when the two of us drank together and agreed to retire together?" Charles asked with his head down.

"Remember. Because we were issued F1 licenses in the same year, the same month and the same day, and joined Lotus on the same day."

"So when I watched your interview with Mr. Kacho, I always wanted to ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Am I boring you? We have been rivals for more than ten years, and you are tired of being my enemy?" Charles still looked at the orange juice in his hand.

"Why did you say that suddenly?"

"You know my marriage failed, I have two children, but they hardly remember me. I'm arrogant and I have no friends. If I leave Formula [-] one day, I will be lonely. I always thought, You are my lifelong opponent, and the only person in this world who understands me." Charles replied.

"I am still your lifelong opponent, and the person who understands you best in this world. Charles, being your enemy is the greatest honor in my life."

Charles' fingertips trembled, and he looked at Owen.

"So, our era will come to a glorious end, and we must let those who succeed us remember us forever."

Owen said.

"Of course." Charles pulled the corners of his lips, his eyes filled with fighting intent.

Hunter suddenly didn't want to go back to his room at all. The four walls made him feel oppressed. Something was surging in his mind. If he didn't exhaust all his strength, he couldn't find real peace.

He touched a pack of cigarettes, went to the street lamp outside the hotel, leaned against the lamp post, and lit a cigarette.

Someone came to his side, and his nose was familiar with the smell of aftershave water and men's body wash.

Hunter turned his face sideways, squinted his eyes and smiled at the other party.

"When I'm free, you show up. When I'm upset, you show up. Now when I'm a little lonely, you show up again."

"So, did you talk to Owen?"

"Well. Owen and Charles represent an era in Formula [-]. So what do you think is the best way to honor that era?"

"Beat them," replied Winston.

"I just like you." Hunter continued to squint and smile, "I will do my best in this tournament. Don't be easily defeated by me, Van Winston."

"Don't be too complacent." Winston smiled lightly.

The Albert Park track is a street track without too many [-]-degree corners, so the layout of the whole track is quite smooth.In the middle of the track is a beautiful lake.

Before the free practice session, the team held a technical meeting.

Hunter listened carefully to all technical advice and track analysis.The engineer team led by Shen Chuan completed the debugging of the car according to the characteristics of this race track.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I'm thirsty!

Winston: I fed you so much yesterday, are you still thirsty?

Hunter: ...I'm hungry...

Winston: I have more, do you want it?

Hunter: ...