"Don't you drink?" Winston asked.
"It's better not to..."
I have bad wine.
"It's plum wine, almost no alcohol," Winston said.
"Really?" So soaking in the hot spring, I really want to drink water.
"Of course you can call it milk if you want."
The guy is laughing at him again.
Hunter unhappily took a small porcelain cup and took a sip.
The wine is really light, with the sweetness of plums, and the cool feeling that slips through the throat makes the lungs suddenly open.
"Ah..." Hunter closed his eyes and exhaled.
It's so comfortable!
He put the cup back on the boat, who knew that as soon as the boat drifted, the cup fell into the water and made a slight noise.
Hunter squinted, reached into the water, and groped for the small cup lazily in the water.
But I slipped in the water for a long time without touching it.
"Eh... where did..."
Hunter stretched out his arms, and the moment he caught something... He was shocked!
Oops!
Something in his hand seemed to tremble.
He is dead!
Hunter immediately tried to withdraw his hand, but was caught by Winston.
The palm is completely attached to it.
"Yes... yes... right..."
Done! Done! Now Winston must kill him!
Hunter closed his eyes, for fear that the other party would punch him hard.
He was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.
"Are you going to compare my size?"
Winston's eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened, but there was no sullenness on his face.
"I... I..." Hunter just wanted to knock himself out.
"Are you nervous?" Winston turned his face, as if to see the expression on Hunter's face.
Feeling the big guy in his palm jumped, Hunter was so frightened that he couldn't even make a sound.
"Is it bigger than yours?" Winston's voice matched the temperature of the hot spring, with a sobering coolness.
Hunter nodded vigorously immediately, he didn't want to compare his size with the other at all!
"Your... yours is bigger!"
"I didn't think your hands were small before, but today I found that you couldn't hold it."
Say no more!
Hunter's face was so red that he was about to bleed.
He exhausted all his strength and finally pulled his hand back, but he also lost his balance and fell into the water with a clatter.
The hot spring water poured into his nose and mouth, causing him to cough and become dizzy.
Winston got up, took the bath towel, got up and walked up.
"Not coming out yet? Your face is blushing."
Winston reached out to Hunter.
Hunter sat up, slapped Winston's hand away, took the bath towel, and when he stepped up, Winston smiled.
"why are you laughing?"
"Small and cute."
Winston turned and left along the edge of the pool.
Only then did Hunter realize that he was seen by the other party when he was wearing the bath towel just now.
"Where am I too young!"
Don't you know that this kind of joke hurts male self-esteem
"At least I can hold it with one hand." Winston raised his hand deliberately.
It's the hand that holds the steering wheel and drives the car at top speed. It's powerful and responsive.
Hunter's face heated up.
"Speak as if you've held it."
"How do you know I didn't shake it?" Winston turned around and smiled.
"when?"
"Did you change your underwear when you were drunk?" Winston asked coolly.
Hunter was speechless.
Even if he changed his underwear, Winston couldn't reach out and hold it... Could it be that Little Hunter was crooked, and Winston helped him straighten up!
Oh shit! What's on your mind!
It looks like Winston is talking nonsense in earnest!
The boy who brought them the plum wine just now put the yukata by the pool.
Winston leaned down to pick up one and put it on.
Hunter stood there dumbly looking at Winston.
The dark yukata completely brought out Winston's restrained and self-disciplined temperament. When Winston tied the belt, the waist was more obvious, with wide shoulders and narrow hips.
The trouser legs of the bathrobe were wider, just above Winston's knees, and his calf line was more clearly displayed in front of Hunter.
Touching his nose, Hunter became jealous again.
"What's wrong?" Winston turned to look at Hunter.
The front of the yukata was open, just exposing a piece of the chest. The tight muscle lines and beautiful collarbone made Hunter swallow subconsciously.
"It's nothing... I thought it would be weird for us to wear yukatas, but I didn't expect you to look good in them."
"I accept your compliment." Winston turned and continued walking.
Hunter quickly changed into his bathrobe, and as soon as he put on his clothes, he followed Winston.
Walk through the long porch to a room.
Winston pushed the door open, and the Japanese-style low table had already placed food. The smell made Hunter swallow subconsciously, and his stomach made a rumbling sound.
He is hungry.
Winston turned around, looked at Hunter, and sighed helplessly: "Why don't you even know how to wear clothes. Do you know what you look like?"
"Like what?" Hunter thought to himself that he didn't wear it, how would he know what to wear
Winston came to Hunter, hooked his fingers on the knots of his belt that he had randomly tied, and pulled it gently.
"It's like being fucked by me just now." Winston's voice was very soft, but Hunter stepped back subconsciously, but was grabbed by the other party.
"So get dressed."
Winston's fingers were nimble, and every flex, every pinch was beautiful.
"The left placket is up, the right placket is down. It's the way to wear it at a funeral." Winston held the belt with his hand, as if he was hugging Hunter, and fastened the belt for him.
Then he lifted his chin and adjusted Hunter's collar as well.
"Okay, let's eat."
Winston turned away and sat cross-legged at the table.
Hunter couldn't stand his sitting position, with one leg crossed and the other standing, looking at the dishes on the table.
"Wow! Looks delicious!"
And it's basically cooked food.
There are fried tempura, grilled beef tongue, grilled eel, fried dumplings, and ramen. Hunter once again sighed in his heart that it was absolutely the right decision to go on vacation with Winston.
Hunter is not good at using chopsticks, and in his mind, these two slender sticks are really hard to handle. With a flick of his fingers, they crossed each other and couldn't hold anything at all.
If it were normal, he would have been impatient to grab things with his hands.
But on the opposite side, Winston's fingers with chopsticks are as calm as a painter is with a paintbrush, and the picture of picking up tempura prawns is really pleasing to the eye.
He lowered his head slightly, and Hunter seemed to see the tip of his tongue between his lips, about to touch the tempura, with a hint of connotation.
He only heard a slight "squeeze" sound, the crispy skin on the outside of the prawns was bitten to pieces, he chewed it leisurely, and then raised his eyes to look in Hunter's direction.
"What's wrong?"
"No... nothing... just wanted to ask if there's a fork..."
"Calm down. You can control a Formula 1 racing car that is as fast as a beast at any time, but how can you not control chopsticks?" Winston's voice made the dry Hunter seem to calm down.
He felt carefully how the chopsticks moved between his knuckles, and how the angle of force would affect them.
He felt it attentively, thought about it, and tried to pick up a tempura prawn with chopsticks.
The shrimp was firmly picked up, and Hunter showed a happy smile. He opened his mouth and saw that he was about to put the shrimp into his mouth. With a slight loosening of his knuckles, it lost its balance and fell.
"Ah!" Hunter was about to use his other hand to catch it, but the opposite Winston stretched his arm and clamped it firmly.
What a quick response!
Hunter was about to compliment the other party, but Winston dragged his other hand under Hunter's chin and brought the prawn to Hunter's mouth.
"Eat," said Winston softly.
His eyebrows were soft, and Hunt couldn't help but keep looking at him.
"What's wrong?"
Hunter shook his head, opened his mouth and bit down in half.
"Yeah! It's delicious! Crispy and fragrant!"
Winston ate the other half calmly.
This made Hunter feel a little happy.
Winston's assistant has said that he never eats what others have eaten or uses what others have used. But these so-called principles seem to have never existed before Hunter.
"It seems that apart from you, no one has fed me for a long time." Hunter said with emotion.
"Because the way you hold chopsticks is really clumsy."
Winston's expression was light.
"The last time someone fed me was when I was in my second year of secondary school. I hurt my arm playing cricket and my good friend Blue came to see me. I wanted to eat pudding, but I couldn't tear it apart with one hand, it was cloth Lu opened it for me. This guy pretended to be a good friend at first, but later, he got impatient and poured half a box of pudding into my mouth! I almost choked on the pudding!"
Thinking of that scene, Hunt couldn't help laughing.
On the opposite side, Winston looked at him for a long time without saying a word.
He's like a perpetually silent listener, as long as Hunt makes any sound, whether it makes sense or not, he'll keep every utterance, every sound in his mind.
"Hey, don't look at me like this..." Hunter touched his face, did something get on his face
"Hunter, you are a person who cherishes feelings very much. So if others treat you a little bit, you will always take it to heart."
Hunter paused, this was the first time someone had said that.
"Everyone is an individual... It's actually very easy to persuade friends not to do anything. For example, you persuaded me not to drink bubbly drinks before a game, and Marcus persuaded me not to eat raw and cold things. But sacrificing your own principles , Doing things for another person that you would never do, even if it is not beneficial to yourself, just to be with the other person or make the other person happy, it is more precious. Just like you... You have done a lot for me. If it was someone else, you Something that would never be tolerated.”
Hunter knew that he had never said thank you to Winston. He enjoyed all the tolerance and care of the other party. He knew that he was dependent on Winston, even spiritually.
"So Hunter, don't you think I'm important now?" Winston asked.
This surprised Hunter.
Because it never occurred to him that one day Winston would ask anyone that question.
Because it sounds like I'm not very confident in getting along with the other person.
And Winston is always confident enough to take it for granted.
"I won't answer your question." Hunter proudly poked a small mushroom ball into his mouth with his chopsticks.
"You're such a little rascal." Winston smiled softly.
This is Hunter's favorite Winston.
Winston no one else can see.
"It's not the first time you've called me a bad guy anyway." Hunter calmly picked up the grilled eel sushi and put it into his mouth.
He thought to himself that if Winston didn't eat faster, the whole table would be in his stomach.
"But little bastard, I really see your balls clearly." Winston turned his face sideways and looked at Hunter's raised leg.
Hunter's left hand was resting on his knee. After Winston said that, he paused, looked down, and found that the wide trousers had already fallen to the bottom of his legs, and a small piece of underpants was exposed.
"Hey! You are talking nonsense again! I have clothes inside!"
Hunter pulled up his trouser legs and immediately changed his sitting position.
Winston didn't speak, just lowered his head and took a sip of the mushroom soup.
"you liar!"
Winston ignored him, much to Hunter's ire.
After dinner was over, Hunter reached into the front of his bathrobe and touched his belly.
"So satisfying. These things are delicious!"
"You've always been able to eat."
"What does that matter. Formula 1 burns calories anyway... The dietitian said I could eat a little more fat when the fat was measured that day..." Hunter fell backwards.
"In fact, besides Formula 1, there are other sports that burn calories."
"What... Swimming?"
Hunter was a little drowsy.
I just soaked in the hot springs, and now I am full again, and I naturally feel sleepy.
"no."
Hunter opened his eyes and saw Winston walk to his side and sit down.
With his hands on his face, Hunter simply turned sideways and looked at Winston's fingers.
"what is that?"
"Bed exercise."
Hunter chuckled: "Hahaha! I should have guessed that you old rascal would say this."
"You're the only one who says I'm a rogue, but I'm discussing this with you in a very objective manner."
Hunter continued to hold back his laughter and shook his hand: "Okay! Okay! Tell me, how many calories can you burn?"
"Ten calories undressing. But you shouldn't need it."
"What's the meaning?"
Winston turned sideways, hooked his fingers on Hunter's jacket, and stopped at the point where he was about to spread out, just in time to see Hunter's unburdened belly line.
"You can't even put on your clothes, so you can take it off yourself?"
Hunter pulled back the placket of his shirt.
"You are really objective!"
Hunter, who was a little sleepy at first, suddenly regained his energy and lay there and continued to listen to Winston Science.
"What about wearing a condom?" Hunter asked with a smirk.
"Six calories."
"Very little..."
"You don't have to anyway."
"Hey! I'll be responsible for the other party too, okay! What if there really is a little Hunter?"
As soon as Hunt looked up, he saw the small smile on Winston's lips.
I don't know if this guy is teasing himself, what he said just now is nonsense, or he simply thinks that Hunter, who is worried about having children, is funny.
Winston tapped his fingers lightly on Hunter's forehead, dipping them softly into his hair.
"Don't you like to be in direct contact with each other, rather than the feeling of being separated by something? Don't you like the most real body temperature, warmth, and touch of each other?"
Winston's voice was soft, and he thought that countless tiny trickles would slip through Hunter's heart, converging into a net, unable to catch or touch, but unable to break free.
Of course he likes it. How could he not like it
Hunter was rubbed comfortably by his fingertips, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
"What about the deep kiss?"
"What kind of deep kiss?"
"Of course the tongue is going in!"
"Do you like deep kisses?"
"Nonsense, don't you like it?"
Hunter remembered that night of Lilith, although he couldn't remember anything, but the bursting feeling of kissing, even if everything was broken, it was clearly engraved in his mind.
"This has something to do with time. The average person is 65 calories enough, but for you, 100 calories may not be enough."
"Because I'm good?" Hunter suddenly felt that Winston was finally "objective" for a time, without deliberately belittling him.
"Because the person who kisses you will be greedy... kiss you for a long time."
"...Where can I find such a warm object! Thank you for your blessing!" Hunter laughed softly.
"Move the body to make a sound, about thirty-five to forty calories."
"Anything else?" Hunter was suddenly curious, where did Winston see this
He likes to follow financial news, and Hunter knows it. But these things he has never seen him look at!
So... is it really nonsense
"The legs are lifted over the shoulders, twenty-five to thirty calories a minute."
"Raised? What about lift?" Hunter wanted to lift his head in dissatisfaction, but was pressed back by Winston's fingers.
"The way you sit on top of each other, about sixty calories a minute. You should burn more."
"Nonsense, I have to help support each other!" Hunter felt that he was still a gentleman in that regard.
"If you go in from the back, 80 calories per minute for ordinary people is enough. Your words may need 90 to 100. Because the strength is greater. In the end, it may take more than 150 calories, or even 200."
"Hey, thank you!" Hunter felt that his physical strength was praised by the other party.
"It's easier to lie on your side and stand, and the average person is 26 calories per minute."
"Then how much do you think I need to consume?" Hunter enjoyed the feeling of being praised for his physical strength.
"Conservatively estimate fifty calories."
"I'm so strong? Isn't that unkind?"
Hunter touched his chin, thinking that he would be hated by the other party like this
"Tenderness comes before kissing. Of course you have to enjoy it when you go in."
Winston's voice was so calm, as if it were all science.
Hunter looked at each other seriously, and concluded after a few seconds: "There is no doubt that you must be very self-disciplined in general."
"Because I don't spend my energy and time on irrelevant people."
"Well, Shen Chuan said the same. But once you like someone, that person will be tossed to death by you." Hunter sympathized deep in his heart.
Winston was silent.
Hunter poked the other person's waist with his fingers: "What kind of posture do you like?"
For this, Hunter is deeply curious.
"I like both." Winston looked at Hunter.
His eyes were deep, as if entering Hunter's brain.
"You like them all?" Hunter laughed, "Because you're amazing!"
"How do you know I'm awesome?"
"We're all racers! Donald said that racers have the endurance of marathon runners, but we're more explosive than marathon runners."
"Just because of that?" Winston seemed unhappy with Hunter's answer.
"Um..." Hunter's lazy head finally turned around.
Winston has praised himself for so long just now, so he has to show his sincerity, right
"Your waist muscles are very beautiful! I saw it just now! Who told me... What is this waist?" Hunter thought desperately.
Think about it, but can't remember.
Winston lowered his head and let out a low laugh.
His voice was originally special. When he laughed, it was obviously a cool voice, but it had a warm feeling.
"Hey! What are you laughing at!"
"Laugh at how serious you are." The shallow smile lines at the corners of Winston's eyes made Hunter not want to look away.
"You can keep smiling. I'm not like you anyway, and my memory is not good."
Winston leaned down and leaned towards Hunter. The strands of hair he pinned behind his ears slipped down and brushed gently around his cheeks, as if the ends of the hair were about to touch Hunter's cheeks.
"I actually prefer to change positions when I'm in, which requires at least 42 calories."
Hunter couldn't remember the last time he looked into Winston's eyes from such a close distance. He only felt the blue tide in those eyes as if rushing out of his waist.
"You swept my hair! Old rascal..."
Hunter's heart was inexplicably confused, and he pushed the opponent up.
Winston was not angry, but lay down directly beside Hunter.
"But do you really think my waist muscles are pretty?"
"Yeah." Hunter nodded honestly.
"Then do you want to feel it?" The small smile on Winston's lips convinced Hunter that the guy was doing something wrong again.
"I don't want it! You play by yourself!" Hunter turned over.
Winston said nothing and lay quietly.
Hunter began to feel sleepy, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In the blur, as if something was covering him. Someone hugged him gently.
The warmth behind him made him squeeze back subconsciously, all the way into the opponent's chest.
When Hunter woke up again, it was more than an hour later.
Feeling something pressing against him, Hunter opened his eyes, covered with a thin quilt.
He pulled the thin blanket away, only to find Winston's arm resting on his body.
And his hand was right in the placket, leaning lightly on Hunter's chest.
Suddenly there was a feeling that the other party was holding his heart, and Hunter felt inexplicably warm.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Why do you say I don't have to wear a condom
Winston: I don't need you to wear it for me because I don't like to wear it.
Hunter: Why can't I use a hundred calories for a deep kiss
Winston: Because it's me who kisses you, and I'm going to be hard.
Hunter: Why do I consume more in a seated position
Winston: Because I'm going to hit you long and deep.
Hunter: Why can't you discuss this with me
Winston: Afraid of scaring you away.