The two were lying on the bed, Winston was very quiet, Hunter turned sideways, a little hesitant whether he should hug each other, today Winston told himself a past that no one knew about, which made Hunter want to do more. get close to him. But it's too hypocritical for two big men to sleep together!
"What are you thinking?" Winston's voice sounded, and in the quiet night, like a glass of water in a glass, Hunter suddenly felt dry and hoarse.
"nothing much… "
Hunter was about to turn over when Winston suddenly turned to his side and hugged him.
"Go to sleep."
Hunter twisted and was about to move when Winston's arm pulled him harder.
Accidentally, Hunter hit the tip of Winston's nose.
"Ouch..."
He was about to raise his head slightly, feeling something warm and soft against his lips.
The heart tightened sharply, all the blood sank extremely rapidly, and Hunter's whole body was stiff.
it's over... it's over...
Smoking a cigarette together and using a fork is one thing, but kissing each other is another!
Tears welled up in Hunter's heart, and Winston had to break his neck.
After waiting for almost half a minute, the person holding him did not move.
Hunter didn't dare to let out a breath. He opened his eyes slightly. It was the first time he was so close to Winston, and he accidentally rubbed the tip of his nose again.
"Why haven't you slept yet?"
Winston's voice was very soft, and the soft breath passed between Hunter's lips, so close that Hunter was worried that he would rub against the other's lips accidentally.
"I... I'm going to sleep... "
Face to face with you like this, I can't sleep at all!
After holding back for almost three minutes, Hunter finally decided to lift Winston's hand gently, turned around, and turned his back to the other side.
Ah... The air is so fresh, and the most important thing is that you don't have to worry about rubbing against things you shouldn't.
The embrace behind him came up, Hunter's back was against Winston's chest, and the other party's breathing inexplicably made Hunter feel at ease.
Hunter slept well this night.
He didn't know when, he felt movement around him, he frowned, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that it was already dawn.
Reaching out to the bedside table, Hunter touched his cell phone and saw that the time was almost half past seven. It was estimated that in ten minutes, he would come to wake him up for adaptive training.
Turning his face to the side, Hunter saw Winston lifting the quilt and getting ready. His hair was a little messy, looking lazy and casual. He held the phone in one hand and tucked the hair behind his head with the other, revealing his forehead.
The morning light from the window sill just fell on the tip of Winston's nose, and his eyes fell, like a sharp sword lying quietly in its scabbard, looking pure and sexy.
"I'm going back."
Hair fell from Winston's fingers, and his hand reached over and rubbed the top of Hunter's head.
"Hey, I'll be upset if you do this."
"What's wrong?" Winston finally put down his phone and looked over.
"It feels like you're being treated like a child."
"You were younger than me."
Winston's fingers slipped from between Hunter's hair and scraped the tip of his nose.
"Ah, if I get up early, I can still treat you to breakfast? It's your birthday, I don't seem to have given any gifts..."
It was just a cake that was twisted and twisted by himself in exchange for Winston's heart, and Hunter felt a little bit that he had taken advantage.
Winston propped up the bed with one hand and approached Hunter, so close that Hunter felt that the other person's eyelashes were about to swipe at him, and the corners of Winston's lips lifted slowly.
"Otherwise, give it to me."
Hunter's breath stuck in his throat, and he turned his face to the side, as if he really wanted to kiss him.
There was also the trace of narrowness in his eyes, and Hunter suddenly understood that this guy was teasing himself again.
There was also the so-called "I want to soak you" in the past, and Hunter suddenly realized that Winston had already grasped himself, so that he could play these unlimited jokes all the time.
But it was different now. He remembered every word of what Winston said to himself last night.
If Winston's heart is a world that no one can set foot on, then Hunter is sure that he has entered, and maybe he has the privilege of willfulness and wildness.
If that's the case, what's the matter, he has to pull back a city, and he can't let Winston continue to be so arrogant.
He, Evan Hunter, doesn't have any strengths, but when it comes to hurting each other, no one can be better than him!
Hunter raised his chin slightly, and suddenly leaned towards Winston, his hand resting on Winston's hand, showing a smug expression: "Okay, I'll give myself to you. Take it!"
I'm not afraid of you anymore, let's see how you take the next step.
"Then thank you, I will accept you."
Between Winston's lips and teeth, the warm breath kept touching Hunter and dissipated into the air.
"Take it! How are you going to take me in? Are you going to pack me up and take me to Ferrari?"
I would!
Best to give me seventeen or eight Ferrari supercars!
Winston's face turned sideways, the tip of his nose rubbed against Hunter's nose, so close that Hunter could almost feel the warmth of the other's lips.
The kind of heart was pinched, and the blood seemed to be drawn downwards by gravity, and Hunter subconsciously retreated.
Winston was getting closer and closer, his eyes drooping lower and lower, Hunter held his breath, propped up his upper body and stepped back little by little.
But Winston moved forward again, and Hunt resisted the urge to turn his face sideways, because he found Winston's lips raised higher and higher.
Hunter stepped back again, but he didn't expect to reach the edge of the bed, his hands were empty, and he fell back suddenly.
Winston in front of him suddenly opened his eyes, like a cheetah in the hunt, propped up on the mattress with one hand, and clasped Hunter's wrist with the other hand, pulling him back.
Hunter, who thought the back of his head was about to hit the ground, suddenly slammed into the other's embrace, warm and powerful.
He was tapped twice on the back, and Winston's voice sounded in his ear: "Is it fun?"
The dangling heart fell back into his chest, and Hunter exhaled: "Not fun. Lost again."
"Do you want to play next time?"
"I don't want to play anymore, I'm afraid that if I really kiss you, you will kill me." Hunter resented.
Winston let out a chuckle, pushed Hunter away, got out of bed, draped the coat on the sofa gracefully, and ruffled his hair.
"I'm leaving. Play yourself."
Do you want to be so handsome!
Looking at the back of Winston leaving, Hunter turned his face and smiled.
Only he could see such a Winston.
The sense of superiority in Hunter's heart was bursting.
This weekend's race at Red Bull Circuit, the Marcus team's drivers are Hunter and McGrady.
Before the practice game, McGrady was still deadly indifferent to Hunter.
This made Hunter spend three seconds thinking about whether he still messed with Maddie.
Three seconds later, Hunter shrugged.
Forget it, there are always people who are born to be the villains in their lives.
Hunter bumped into Donald in the bathroom, and he immediately put his shoulders on Donald excitedly: "Hey! Bro!"
When Donald heard Hunter's voice, his whole body trembled, and he almost choked back his urine.
"I said Hunter, can you stop making such amazing appearances all the time, I'm getting older!" Donald hurriedly pulled up his pants and took Hunter's hand off his shoulders.
"What's the matter with you?" Hunter squinted at each other, he always thought Donald was weird.
"I... what can I have... "
Donald was horrified by the sight of Hunter. As soon as he stepped back, Hunter moved forward until he came to the innermost part of the bathroom, and Hunter suddenly reached out and pressed it against Donald's ear.
"You... what do you want to do?" Donald pressed his back against the wall and looked at Hunter nervously.
"What do you think I want to do? I don't have anything to do with the bunny girl party, so it's better to use you as compensation."
Hunter remembered that he was not as good as Winston in the previous two mornings, and was almost forced to fall out of bed by the other party. He suddenly felt that he really needed to improve, so he might as well use Donald to practice his skills.
Donald's eyes trembled, and he suddenly stuttered: "You... you... I tell you, I'm too old to taste good... "
"How could it be? I think you are very mature and attractive. You look chewy and must be very delicious."
Hunter turned his face, recalling the angle Winston had leaned toward him that morning, slowly approaching.
The difference is that Winston closed his eyes, and his eyes were wide open, just to see Donald's embarrassed expression clearly.
Donald turned his head away immediately, avoiding Hunter's face and closing his eyes with a tortured expression.
"I'm unpalatable... You go to Winston! You go to him! He's definitely the best Angus steak ever!"
Hunter's expression changed from a wicked smile to an angry one: "What am I doing with him. I'm playing with you now!"
I can't fight him, I can only be played by him!
And even if he is the best, I can't take a bite of meat!
"Then what are you thinking!" Donald put his hand on Hunter's shoulder and took the opportunity to leave.
"It's nothing, if there is a party at the end of this game, remember to call me!"
"Call you a head!" Donald gave Hunter a disgusting look.
"Don't go! Don't pee when the old man is driving! I think you didn't drain the water just now!"
Hunter smirked, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a smiling man looking at them with his pockets in his pockets.
"Hey, Owen!" Donald smiled awkwardly.
Hunter, who had been chasing Donald out to continue playing with him, also stopped.
"Did it bother you?" Owen looked at Hunter.
"It's great to interrupt!" Donald looked at each other gratefully.
"You can join me, and we'll bully the old man together!" Hunter grinned and took Donald's shoulder, admiring his reluctance.
Owen lowered his head, and the smile on his lips became more pronounced.
"If Donald is an old man, am I an old man?"
For Hunter, Owen of Red Bull Racing is definitely a legendary existence, and he is also a rare handsome man in Formula One.
He was originally from the Netherlands, with short flaxen hair and green eyes that drove female fans crazy.
Even Hunter, seeing Owen so close, has to admit that this guy really has no dead ends in 360 degrees. He is clearly considered a veteran of the current drivers together with "Jaws" Charr, but he seems to have eaten anticorrosion. The same medicine, who didn't know, thought he was about the same age as Winston at the age of thirty-six.
And this person's driving skills, if Hunter has just entered college, and Owen is a senior professor.
"I just like to bully old men with Antique." Hunter grinned.
He was obviously a senior expert he should respect, but Owen made him feel relaxed.
"Okay. If you can surpass Donald in the race, I'll ask you to... bully the old man after the race."
Owen smiled and walked into the bathroom.
Donald looked at Hunter in surprise, with a "do you want to die" look.
"Why? I will definitely overtake you at this stop."
"Do you think Owen is a good guy?" Donald looked at Hunter with a heartbroken look.
"So... he's the bad guy?"
Hunter scratched the back of his head, feeling different!
"No... Irving is a nice guy by nature. He enjoys life better than I do, wears the most expensive shirts, eats the most expensive steaks, goes to the most expensive places to see striptease..."
"Wow! Really?" Hunter looked expectant.
In this case, even if he loses to anyone, he can't lose to Donald!
"With him, life will be lavish. And you don't look at the kindness he smiles at you, but he and Vann Winston are a virtuous man."
"What's the meaning?"
"Irving had a smile on his face and a cold heart. He seemed gentle to everyone, but you'll find that after a few years, you don't know what this guy is thinking. And Winston has a cold face, yes. People he doesn't like have a cold heart."
"It's cold anyway, so I prefer Owen's! And it's very pleasing to watch him!"
Hunter laughed.
"You think Owen is pleasing to the eye?" Donald sighed. "Don't say that in front of Winston."
"why?"
Was Winston still jealous of Owen's good looks
"I'm doing it for you anyway." Donald patted Hunter on the shoulder and left.
After practice, qualifying begins.
Qualifying at this race was fierce, with the pole position constantly changing. At first, Charles led the way, but he was overtaken by Owen in Q2, and then Owen was overtaken by Ciel. In Q3, Penny of the Renault team surpassed Owen and took the third place.
But Winston, who has always been a rival of Shire and Owen, never made the top five and started sixth.
Hunter's final qualifying position was tenth. The team is still very satisfied with this.
And McGrady ranked twelfth, and his face has not been very good-looking.
Hunter found a place, squatted on the ground, took out the cigarette he had prepared a long time ago, and hesitated whether to light it.
Should I text Winston where I am
Why didn't I smoke with him, and my heart was still full of guilt
Hunter put the cigarette in his mouth, but did not take out the lighter.
At this time, someone came to him and sat down. The other party turned sideways and lit the cigarette for Hunter.
"What are you thinking about? I watched you behind your back for almost three minutes, and you didn't light a cigarette." Winston's voice sounded.
"I'm waiting for you." Hunter bit the cigarette holder and turned his face to the other side with a big smile.
"yes."
"By the way, it seems that your ranking this time is not as good as the previous ones."
"But I can win," Winston replied.
"Well, the question is who won? This time, that guy Donald is ahead of you." Hunter showed a gloating expression.
"What if I beat Shire and Owen?"
"It's not impossible... Didn't you win them all before and take the first place?"
"What if I beat them three times in a row and won the race?" Winston asked Hunter, propping his chin.
Obviously, Formula 1 has always been up and down, and even the first driver in the standings is not sure that he can win the championship for three consecutive races, but Winston's expression at this time made Hunter feel that the other party is quite confident.
"Then what do you want?" Hunter bit the cigarette holder, deliberately tilting the cigarette butt upwards, and the soot flew down.
"Aren't you very good at hip-hop?"
"Hey, how do you know? Do you want me to show you a street dance?"
"It's not street dance."
"what is that?"
Winston leaned towards him, turned his face away from Hunter's cigarette butts, and said softly, "Striptease."
He choked on the smoke violently, and Hunter's tears were about to fall.
"That... how can I know that!"
"Oh, that's a pity," replied Winston.
"What a pity!"
"If you can get into the top five in three consecutive races, I can also show you the dance." Winston smiled, he was playing with Hunter again, but Hunter knew very well that as long as this guy could say something , it must be possible.
"I suddenly feel that I have a grand purpose in life!"
Winston striptease? So shocking!
Although I haven't seen this guy without clothes, I can see that Winston has a good figure just by looking at it.
"Can it be filmed?" Hunter asked seriously.
To think that this guy's T-shirts can sell for tens of thousands of dollars, not to mention his striptease videos!
"Okay. But if anyone other than you sees it..." The temperature in Winston's eyes plummeted, and the corners of his lips rose, as if he had expected it in Hunter's mind. What is it, just waiting for the evil nature to set him up, "I'll lock you in my garage and dance to me every day."
"...My determination to achieve my grand goals has been compromised." Hunter said unhappily.
"Let's go. It's not long before the race starts."
"Hey, I seem to be approaching you on the track, it's very difficult."
"What's wrong?" Winston turned around.
"But this time it seems to be a little bit closer. I start tenth and you are sixth. It's just that I don't think there are many laps, and you will be further and further away from me."
Hunter shrugged.
Winston came over, suddenly approached Hunter, touched his forehead on Hunter's forehead, whispered "fool", and left.
Hunter looked at him, a little melancholy.
Since when did he stop just looking at Winston's back
When Hunter walked back to the convoy, he was scolded in the face by Marcus as expected.
"You kid! Look at the time! The main game is about to start. You don't have a good meeting with everyone, where are you wandering?"
"I'm nervous..." Hunter lowered his head and whispered, "So I found a quiet place to smoke a cigarette..."
Marcus looked at the top of Hunter's head and sighed helplessly: "What a pitiful act... If your kid knew he was nervous, our team would have been in Formula One already."
Hunter sighed regretfully, and was seen through by Marcus.
After a series of preparations, Hunter is about to leave.
The instrument engineer Mark made the final confirmation. He lowered his head and saw Hunter pursing his lips and smiling.
"Is there anything that makes you happy?" Mark asked curiously.
"Do you think I can make the top five?" Hunter raised his face, still childish innocence in his eyes.
"...I'll do the math..."
Mark thought seriously.
"Forget it, Formula 1 is never fixed. But this time... I'll be in the top five at least three times in a row."
Hunter held the steering wheel in his hand and moved his shoulders, his face full of eagerness.
Mark was stunned, then said, "Of course you can make it into the top five! Maybe you can win the championship!"
"Hahaha, champions are too greedy!" Hunter left with a smile.
"What did that kid tell you?" Marcus looked over curiously.
"Nothing... I just think Hunter will set his best result this time."
"I'm very satisfied with his results, as long as he doesn't do anything!"
The race started with the anticipation of the audience.
From the first lap, the contest among the top five riders climaxed one after another.
Winston, on the other hand, followed Donald, who was in front of him, so Enzo of the Lotus team behind him could only follow, and did not dare to overtake easily.
After four full laps, Enzo couldn't hold back and tried to overtake Winston, but was blocked by the opponent's superb defensive driving and was about to lose his temper.
According to this posture, was it true that Winston said he would block Lotus's Enzo for him
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: My grand goals in life have risen from bunny parties to Winston's striptease!
Winston: My purpose in life has never changed.
Hunter: What is your purpose in life
Winston: Get you.
Hunter: …