They came to the airport and got on the plane.
Along the way, Winston was always the center of attention.
Even though this man is wearing a low-key coat and his unsmiling expression, he can still attract the attention of the tourists around him.
"Hey, you can be a movie star or a graphic model if you don't drive a race car!"
While lining up to get on the plane, Hunter hit Winston behind him with his elbow.
"What's wrong?"
"They've been looking at you. That little girl pretended to be taking a selfie when she was actually taking you." Hunter praised his sharpness.
"Really? I didn't notice. There's a solution if you mind."
"any solution?"
"You turn around and kiss me, and they won't have any more illusions."
Hunter wanted to look back to see exactly what Winston looked like when he said these words, but Winston put his hand on Hunter's face, so that he could only look forward.
Feeling a touch on the back of his head, Hunter found that the girls who had been watching them all suddenly showed very surprised expressions, and some even took out their mobile phones and took pictures of them.
"...What did you do?" Hunter turned his head back in confusion, but Winston scratched Hunter's ear with his fingers.
"Nothing. Get in line."
"Impossible! You must have done something! The way they look at me has changed!"
"Then ask them if I did something."
"You wait."
Hunter thought, do you really think I won't ask
When they entered the cabin, Hunter stopped beside a girl, lowered his head and asked politely, "Can you tell me, what did you just look at me and keep laughing at?"
I wish this girl could understand English!
The other party looked into Hunter's eyes, and after two seconds he covered his mouth and laughed again.
"you are really cute."
She answered in English.
Hunter is lost. Shouldn't he be described as "handsome" or something
What is "cute"
"Can you tell me what my friend did behind me in the queue?"
Hunter tried his best to show his "cute" smile.
The girl showed a regretful expression: "He's just your friend!"
Hunter realized something, came to his seat, and kicked Winston, who was looking at the magazine on the plane calmly, with his toes.
"Hey, why are you kissing the back of my head?"
"Huh?" Winston raised his eyes. "If I were to kiss, I wouldn't kiss the back of your head."
"what?"
Hunter thought that this guy had nothing to do with pranks, and deliberately kissed the back of his head in front of the girls, but he didn't expect it
"I just touched you with my nose, I didn't expect them to be so excited."
Winston had a "it's no big deal" look.
"You did it on purpose." Hunter sat down angrily.
"Am I unintentional?" Winston asked rhetorically.
Hunter was speechless.
"It really feels like two good friends are going on a date."
Hunter held his head and sighed.
"We're not dating, are we going to training?" Winston's lips curled into a small smile.
Hunter grinned and said with a smile in coordination with the other party: "It turned out to be really a date. Then will you give me a diamond ring?"
Winston's gaze shifted from the magazine to Hunter: "If you really want it, after our Abu Dhabi race is over, I'll go to Dubai to make it for you."
"Hey... You shouldn't be telling the truth, right?" Hunter knew that sometimes this guy would deliberately make jokes real, so that people couldn't get off the stage.
Winston hooked Hunter's fingers as if to measure the circumference of his ring finger.
"It's true. Do you want me to kiss your finger?" There was a hint of evil in Winston's smile.
"no need… "
The number of paragraphs of his own is still not as good as Winston's.
Hunter put off the blindfold, tilted her head and folded her arms, and said dully, "I won't accompany you anymore, I'm going to sleep."
"Um."
After the plane took off and entered the clouds, Hunter let out a gentle breathing sound.
Passengers who were wearing seat belts also relaxed.
Winston leaned back in his chair, looked at Hunter, leaned back slowly, and kissed the corner of his lips.
A flight attendant came with a drink cart, saw this scene, and showed an embarrassed smile.
Winston put his index finger between his lips, motioning for the other person not to say anything. The flight attendant nodded and smiled and walked over.
After the plane landed and listening to the radio, Hunter reluctantly took off the blindfold and stretched.
"Get off the plane! Where is the hot spring hotel you booked?"
"Noboribetsu Onsen. I rented a car and drove over in a while." Winston put his luggage on his shoulders.
Hunter squinted and smiled.
It's good to be with Winston.
He will plan and prepare everything, and the probability of error is very low.
"People who don't know you will definitely feel that it is very depressing to play with you, and it is very painful to listen to you. But in fact, it is very easy and worry-free to be with you!"
"That's because of you."
"because I?"
"Can I count on you to take good care of the line and contact the hotel?"
"… It seems so. Lazy people have the luck of laziness!"
"To sum up, you are an unreliable person. I don't know what you are proud of here."
Hunter was speechless, faintly feeling that his heart was hurt again.
But this is the first time that he and Winston have gone on a trip by himself, and after they were "broken friends" and went out to play together, Hunter was very excited.
"Wow... you rented a Mustang? I'm going to drive it!"
Winston's hand reached out and pressed Hunter's face aside. "Are you familiar with the road? What do you drive?"
"Just tell me how to go!" Hunter took the lead and got into the driver's seat.
Winston threw his luggage neatly to the back seat and sat beside Hunter.
Hunter turned on the radio, but couldn't understand a word, the only Japanese song, and the female singer's voice was very sweet.
Just like that, every time Winston opened his mouth to speak, the slightly cool voice was like freezing the sweet and melting ice cream again, which was inexplicably pleasant.
"Hey... do you think we look like the male protagonists in "Fast Murder"?" Hunter asked with a smile.
"Drive well."
"Hey, do you like to be gentle, or rough?" Hunter recited the lines from the movie, only different from Winston's one, his voice was brisk and he laughed.
Winston still kept his chin up, but there was a slight smile on his lips.
"Do you prefer leather whips or handcuffs?" Hunter smiled more clearly.
Winston stretched out his other hand and nudged Hunter's head lightly.
"Don't make trouble."
"I'm going to lock you in my cabin." Hunter was even more excited.
"It must be you who is unlucky," replied Winston.
"Hey, don't mess with the movie's dialogue, okay?"
Hunter said angrily.
"Then we'll start again."
Hunter was offended by Winston's indifferent tone.
"Do you prefer to be gentle or rough?" Hunter smirked with a crooked face.
"Be rough," Winston replied.
"Oh, really? I also think you're a very patient person! Rough or something... not like your style."
Hunter was really a little surprised.
"When it comes to seduction, I will be gentle. But when it comes to my lips, I will definitely not show mercy."
Hunter swallowed and glanced at Winston's profile.
Something in the depths of my heart stirred up.
"Very good... very Winston style... Which do you prefer, the whip or the handcuffs?"
"Handcuffs, you can make the other party behave a little better. There are other better ways to make the other party cry instead of using a leather whip to make the other party hurt."
"what way?"
Hunter suddenly felt that he was getting to know Winston that no one else knew.
"Make it cry."
Hunter's shoulders tightened, and he suddenly felt a little pitiful for the person Winston looked at.
"Then... the cabin shouldn't be used..."
Although Winston can be nasty at times, he is basically a very attractive man, and women will take the initiative to bow down, and there is no need to lock people up anywhere.
"Isn't the cabin supposed to be for vacations when we're in love? If I'm turned down, I'll just lock the guy in my underground garage. I have five cars, each of which can be a enough."
Hunter swallowed and suddenly felt that there was a lunatic sitting beside him.
Of course, this guy often plays out of line.
Sure enough, one side of his face saw him grinning badly.
"You're kidding me too."
"Why should I play tricks on others?"
Hunter was speechless.
At this time, a fairytale-like castle and a large garden appeared in front of Hunter.
Pleasant to the eye.
"Aren't we... going to the Noboribetsu Hot Spring Hotel?" Hunter looked suspiciously at Winston beside him.
"It's better to soak in the hot spring at night. This is the Shiroi Koibito Chocolate Factory. Let's go and see it together."
"...the chocolate factory...like a place where children come," Hunter muttered, looking up to see Winston's small smile.
"Oh - you brought me here because you were treating me like a child?"
"You don't like it?" Winston retorted.
"If you date a woman, maybe the other party will like it." Hunter touched his nose, "We two men came to visit the chocolate factory or something... There is no fairy tale atmosphere at all."
Hunter followed Winston in for a visit.
Although he didn't expect much at first, Hunter must admit that it made his mood inexplicably better.
Various shapes of chocolates and desserts, as well as clockwork dolls, all made Hunter smile.
"If I had a daughter, I would definitely bring her here," Hunt said with a smile.
"Okay." Winston responded lightly.
"Hey, don't talk like you're going to give birth to a daughter for me!" Hunter pushed the other side amusingly.
"Want to try the ice cream here?"
"Um."
When he got to the place to buy ice cream, Hunter looked around and realized that it was either a parent with a child or a couple who came here.
Winston hands the ice cream cone to Hunter.
"Don't you want it?" Hunter asked.
"I don't like sweets."
"..." Actually, I don't like sweets either.
Hunter took a sip on the top of the cone, and his eyes lit up: "Huh? It's delicious, not greasy at all."
"Probably because it's fresh and sweet."
"Are you sure you don't want to buy one to try?" Hunter asked vaguely, licking again.
"Don't buy any more, I shouldn't be able to eat the whole one."
"Oh."
Hunter turned his face slightly, just as he was about to sip the ice cream, Winston, who was opposite him, also leaned down, turned his face and bit the other side of the ice cream.
Hunter just stuck out the tip of his tongue, and he felt something warm lick him softly.
Realizing what it was, Hunter stepped back in surprise: "Hey—you licked me! Say it in advance if you want to eat it! Don't be so sudden!"
Winston still had ice cream on his upper lip, but he just licked it with his tongue.
As if something was swiped from Hunter's mind, he subconsciously kept repeating that picture in his mind.
"I didn't lick you." The subtext in Winston's eyes looking at Hunter was "you think too much".
"Really?" Hunter was a little skeptical, he felt that the slippery thing must be the tip of Winston's tongue.
"Well, even if I lick you, do you want to lick you back?" Winston asked back.
"...which certainly won't..."
"After eating the ice cream, we got in the car and continued to go to Nobori."
"understood!"
They got back into the car, this time with Winston driving.
Hunter turned his head to look at the chocolate factory that was drifting away, and said with emotion, "Suddenly I understand why girls like fairy tales."
"why?"
"Like spiritual opium?"
"Fairy tales are all used to coax people."
Before night fell, they finally arrived at the spa hotel that Winston had booked.
There is a very traditional Japanese style here. The sound of stepping on the wooden floor makes Hunter feel that he has traveled through time and space and went to another world.
Hunter couldn't wait to go to the hot springs, but was stopped by Winston.
"Start indoors. Use the hot spring water from your feet to your head to get used to the water temperature. Then wash yourself before soaking."
"Oh, I see!"
Hunter changed his clothes and looked at Winston not far away.
The picture of this guy pulling the T-shirt off the top of his head is like a movie, and the line of the waist makes Hunter want to grab a hand.
But if he really did that, he would probably break his nose.
Hunter wrapped the towel around and followed Winston in scooping the hot spring water out of the tub and pouring it over his body.
Hunter continued to look at the lines of Winston's body while drenching.
The lines of this guy's shoulders, neck, waist and abdomen are very beautiful, and there is a sense of strength that is not exaggerated at all, which is a well-proportioned beauty.
Hunter even began to imagine Winston's muscles tensing up as he spun the steering wheel in the race car.
"What are you looking at?" Winston asked, raising his chin.
"Look at you! When you were in Austria, you came out of the bathroom and wrapped yourself in a bathrobe, telling me not to let me see it. Is it okay now? I still want to see it if I want to..."
Before Hunter could finish his words, Winston suddenly poured water on Hunter's head with a water ladle.
"Hey-"
Hunter stepped back, the water still running down his hair from the top of his head, and he also coughed.
As soon as he coughed, the towel on his waist also fell down.
Hunter reached for it, but didn't catch it.
"Are you wearing a towel in the shower?" Winston asked Hunter, turning back.
Hunter just bent down to pick up his bath towel.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but he suddenly felt a little hot on his back.
When he turned around, he saw Winston standing opposite, looking at him.
There was not much expression on his face, and his eyes were cold in such warm water vapor, as if suppressing something, but Hunter felt that such coldness was almost boiling.
"I don't pay too much attention to privacy here! There is no compartment for the shower!" Hunter immediately wrapped the bath towel and complained by the way.
"Japanese hot springs are like this. And no one will look at you here except me." Winston said coolly.
"... You mean, do you want to see me?" Hunter grinned, "It's a pity that I don't have any interest in you!"
"It seems you don't know yourself well enough."
Winston had undone the bath towel and sat down in the chair with his back to Hunter.
"what?"
"Remember to wash and don't stain the hot spring water."
"You despise me?" Hunter said dissatisfiedly.
"Do you want me to wash it for you?"
"Need not!"
Hunter also sat down with his back to Winston.
"It's strange, why haven't you seen anyone other than the two of us?"
"Because I wrapped the entire hot spring hotel."
Winston said quietly.
The tone was as simple as I bought an extra cup of coffee.
"You are so extravagant."
Hunter said this, but he felt much happier in his heart.
"Are you very confident in your figure and like to be seen by many people?"
"how is this possible!"
"Did you think the hot springs are mixed with men and women, so you're disappointed now?"
Directly poking into Hunter's heart... This feeling of being deeply understood by the other party made Hunter very unhappy.
"You are disappointed!"
After rushing a few times, Winston first walked into the indoor hot spring wrapped in a bath towel, sat inside, closed his eyes and rested.
Hunter also came to his side, put the bath towel by the pool, and sat down.
"When are we going out for a dip?"
Hunter imagined leaning against the pool, looking up at the starry sky, and smelling the faint fragrance of the cherry blossom trees in the air, but Winston must have his reasons for soaking indoors first.
"Five minutes later."
Hunter looked at Winston's profile with his chin raised, the back of his head resting on the bath towel, clearly in a posture that was about to be cut, but there was an inviolable imposing manner in his elegance.
The water made of bamboo outside sank, and a section of the bamboo tube slammed on the stone, and the sound it made shocked Hunter's heart in such a quiet night.
He turned his head sharply.
At this time, Winston stood up on the side, and the water fell from his body back into the water, making a sound, which attracted Hunter to look over.
Winston stretched out his hand, keeping the towel out of Hunter's sight, but he still caught a glimpse of Winston's waist down.
When I went swimming before, I didn't see other friends without clothes, but Hunter had to admit that Winston's figure was the best he had ever seen.
Stepping out of the bath, Winston lowered his body and tapped Hunter's head lightly.
"Don't leave yet? Want to faint inside and I'll carry you out?" Winston's voice sounded in Hunter's ear.
"Got it! How could you hug me!" Hunter turned his head and rubbed his cheek against the tip of his nose.
Why is this guy so close to him!
"I can't hold you?"
Winston's mouth twitched.
"I'm heavy!"
"Do you think you were in Hubai and I dragged you out?"
"...You took me out?" Hunter was dumbfounded.
Winston didn't answer him, but got up and walked outside.
Hunter grabbed his bath towel and followed him closely: "How did you hug me? Didn't you come across?"
Then he would have no face to live!
Winston had no intention of discussing this topic with Hunter at all. He walked directly to the edge of the pool, untied the bath towel around his waist, walked into the pool, and sat in the dense surroundings without hesitation.
"Hey! Answer me quickly!" Hunter put the bath towel at random and stepped into the hot spring.
"You're so noisy," said Winston, eyes closed.
Hunter was a little depressed.
"That's what I am. You didn't think I was noisy before." Hunter stopped talking.
After almost half a minute, Winston said slowly, "I didn't hold you horizontally. That would be too laborious."
so far so good! Otherwise, if other people in the team find out, they will laugh at him for the rest of his life.
Hunter exhaled, imitating Winston, closing his eyes and feeling the comfort of opening his pores.
"Why didn't you speak?" said Winston.
"Don't you think I'm noisy?"
Then I'll be a little deeper!
"It's so quiet, I'd think you passed out."
"You just passed out!"
Quiet is not good, not quiet is not good, what do you want
"If you pass out, I'll hug you out. Ah... It's a pity that there are no guests in the hotel today." Although Winston closed his eyes, Hunter was sure that the guy was laughing.
The best way to deal with it is to ignore him.
Hunt turned his face sideways and snorted softly.
"And then do something that keeps you out of Abu Dhabi."
"What's up?"
"You can pass out now, and you'll know when you wake up."
"… "
Hunter finds himself unable to communicate with Winston.
But it really hasn't been this quiet for a long time.
Everything was silent, except for the occasional sound of insects and the occasional sound of adding water.
The roaring engines of Formula 1 and the roars of spectators felt like they belonged in another world.
Hunter's mood also calmed down.
He was suddenly very grateful to Winston. The feeling of being so far away from the hustle and bustle made him feel as if he had been reshaped.
A small boat came to them along the current. On the shore of the bath was a young boy in a kimono with bright eyes. He smiled at Hunter and made a drinking gesture.
Hunter also returned a smile to the other side.
There are sake glasses and sake cups on the boat. The wine glass is blue, with no extra fancy, and it looks very plain.
But when he remembered what happened after he drank sake last time, Hunter didn't even dare to touch it.
Winston, who had his eyes closed, opened his eyes slightly, raised his hand and picked up a small cup.
His fingers are good-looking, his wrists are twisted and brought to his lips, his eyebrows are lowered, and his whole person is soft with a hint of restrained sexiness. Especially when the throat was squirming, Hunter felt his ears hot for no reason.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Did you kiss the back of my head
Winston: No.
Hunter: Did you kiss me when I was lying on my stomach playing with my phone just now...
Winston: Your what
Hunter: The bottom of my waist...
Winston: What's under the waist
Hunter: I'm hitting your lungs!