Could You Not Tease Me?

"So, we should drink to celebrate?" Hunter suddenly raised a smile.

"How would you like to celebrate?"

"A party?" Hunter said.

Winston looked at him in silence.

Hunter shook his hands and laughed even harder: "Hahahaha! What time is it, what kind of party can you have? And with your expression, no party will be held!"

"Yes. If you can enter the top five in the next race, I can organize a party for you." Winston's answer was beyond Hunter's expectations.

"I want a pool party." Hunter raised his eyebrows slightly.

"can."

Hunter paused, and then hit Winston on the shoulder with his fist: "Then it's a deal. If I get lucky and win you, you have to go to the swimming pool and show me!"

"can."

"Hey, I'm talking about no swimming trunks, brother." Hunter smiled meaningfully, and walked into the hotel first.

"There is nearly two weeks of free time between the end of the race at this station and the next one. Do you have any plans? Fly directly to the next station?" Hunter asked while waiting for the elevator.

"I do not mind."

"Aren't you British? You can go back to England and have a rest."

"It doesn't matter where you rest."

"Then why don't you go to New York with me? My friend Bruce is going to form a team to participate in a hip-hop competition. One of his three-person team has temporarily abstained. I promised him that if he can hurry back, I will replace him. Do you want to see it?" Hunter asked.

"You can dance hip-hop?" Winston pressed his chin slightly.

"Are you kidding me? I'm a good dancer!"

The two walked into the elevator, and at the moment Winston stood firm, Hunter suddenly lowered his waist and put one hand on the ground. His legs swung past Winston's eyes, and with a certain sense of rhythm, he stepped on the ground. There was no sound on the elevator wall, and the elevator only shook slightly, and then turned around, and he stood up again.

The elevator door opened, Hunter faced Winston, and walked out backwards: "How is it? Come and see?"

"Good," replied Winston.

"Huh? You agreed?"

"Then what should I say?"

"Criticize me for not doing my job properly." Hunter shrugged.

"You danced very well just now. Street dancing can also activate your muscles and exercise your coordination. Why should I criticize you for not doing your job properly?"

Winston's answer was calm.

Hunter smiled: "I'll book you a plane ticket! You can sleep with me! How about leaving tomorrow morning? Or do you need to notify the Ferrari team?"

"Leave tomorrow morning."

"Haha, I just like how straightforward you are!"

Hunter originally thought that Winston's agreement to go together was just a courtesy, but he didn't expect it to be true.

And that night, Winston sat on the head of the bed alone.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and there was no light in the huge hotel room except for the electronic alarm clock next to the bed.

He raised his head halfway, closed his eyes, and kept repeating in his mind the image of Hunter passing in front of him with one hand on the ground.

The hem of his T-shirt fell down, revealing most of his waistline, which was the seemingly slender but powerful muscle line of a young boy after special training.

At midnight, he finally lay down.

The next morning, Winston was waiting for Hunter in the lobby of the hotel with his luggage on his back, but more than ten minutes later, the other party still disappeared.

He made a phone call, only to hear the voice of a young boy over there who didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry... I thought I could pack it up in 10 minutes at most, but the things don't fit..."

"Which room are you in? I'm coming to find you."

"1750..."

When Hunter opened the door with a big head, seeing Winston's calm expression, he couldn't tell whether the other party was angry at all.

"Where's the suitcase?" said Winston only softly.

"Over there..." Hunter pointed to the messy pile of boxes that couldn't be zipped up.

Winston came to the box on one knee, turned the box over, and poured out all the contents.

"that……"

Hunter's clothes, shoes and other personal items were folded extremely quickly and put into the box.

"Wait! Those are my panties..."

"Unwashed?" Winston looked sideways, one of his fingers dangling innocently around its edge.

"Eh... Boys don't like washing, do they?"

Hunter wasn't sure.

Winston folded them up, put them in plastic bags, and pressed them into the sides of the boxes.

"Go back to New York and wash up."

"All right……"

In this way, Hunter successfully caught the plane back to New York.

After getting off the plane, Hunter took Winston to his small apartment in a taxi.

"Well, my apartment is quite small...and quite messy, don't mind." Hunter opened the door and smiled sheepishly.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw pizza boxes piled up on the table in the living room, and the half-drunk Coke next to it hadn't been cleaned up, and there was a smell in the room.

"Oops! I remembered! Last time I ate pizza because I had a flight to catch and forgot to take out the trash!"

As soon as Hunter turned his head, he saw Winston tilting his head and looking at him.

Anyway, a guest came to see such a messy scene, and this person was Winston. Hunter showed an embarrassed expression, and immediately grabbed the garbage bag and started to clean up the garbage.

"In this way, I should invite you to stay in a hotel." Hunter looked at Winston with some concern while cleaning up.

"It's okay, it's very your style." Winston put down his luggage, walked to Hunter's side, and threw all the garbage into the garbage bag neatly.

The living room was instantly tidy.

"Thank you. Are you tired? Why don't you go to my room to rest first? I'll clean up here." Hunter scratched his head.

"Yeah. Don't forget to wash your panties, or they'll get mold."

"No way? Mold growing?"

"Would you like to try it?" Winston glanced sideways at Hunter, and then unlocked his door.

"No need to try..."

Winston had an inexplicable majesty, allowing Hunter to do all the things he was too lazy to do before.

Winston opened the door and went into Hunter's room.

This is a boyish bedroom, but with something less than your average boy.

The sheets are blue striped, and you can still smell the faint scent of laundry detergent when you lower your head slightly.

There was a small sconce on the wall against the bed and some model Formula [-] cars by the bed.

The curtains are also blue-striped. When the sun shines through the curtains, the waves undulate, like azure sea water pouring into the room.

Winston was indeed a little sleepy. He bent down and was about to put away his slippers when he suddenly felt that there was something under the bed.

Half an hour later, Hunter walked in after washing his trousers, and found Winston lying on his bedside, holding a magazine in his hand.

On top of that, that magazine was his Playboy stash under the bed!

"You... where did you find it?"

"Under the bed," replied Winston.

And there happened to be a photo of a bunny girl on the side he spread out, in a very sexy pose.

"I can't imagine that you would read this kind of magazine, hehe... But, men should like to read it, right?"

"I don't like it," replied Winston.

"Ah? Then you still watch?"

"I'm just researching what attracts you to this kind of magazine."

After speaking, Winston handed the magazine to Hunter.

"Then have you researched it?" Hunter sat down next to Winston expectantly, lowered his head slightly and asked curiously.

"No."

"Haha, what a pity!"

"Don't you pack it up and put it under your bed? Without your playboy supporting me, I'm afraid the bed will collapse."

"Hey, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I often take out one or two books and read them, and I haven't seen my bed collapse!"

Hunter opened the magazine eagerly.

Winston turned directly on his side to sleep.

After only turning two pages, Hunter felt tired after the long flight.After hesitating for a while, he decided to tuck the book back under the bed, and lay on his side on the bed, back to back with Winston.

After a while, Hunter let out a steady breathing sound.

Until a phone call woke Hunter up.

"Hey! Hunter! Are you in New York? We're waiting for your rehearsal! When are you coming?"

Hunter rubbed his head and sat up.

"Ah? I'm already in New York...I'll be there right away...Hey, why did you fall asleep?"

While muttering, Hunter got up and found loose clothes and T-shirts from the closet. After putting them on, he looked in Winston's direction.

"I'm going to rehearsal! Let's go together! They will be surprised to see you!"

"Surprised at what?"

Winston sat up.

"World-renowned racing drivers came to see them dance hip-hop!"

"Aren't you a world-renowned racing driver?" Winston asked back.

"I...hehe..." Hunter touched the tip of his nose.

"Let's go." Winston got up.

"Wow, your hair won't curl up even after a nap?"

"Because I sleep more honestly than you."

As soon as Winston finished speaking, Hunter's laughter came from behind him.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Hunter shook his hand, "It's just that I suddenly feel that we are really friends."