"Next time you need a divorce and the other party refuses, I can lend you this video!"
"Go to hell! Lawrence Owen!"
Hunter looked at the back of the two guys who seemed to be fighting for a long time and couldn't calm down.
"Hunter, let's go." Winston's voice sounded behind him, he was so close to him that Hunter couldn't even imagine that the guy leaned forward slightly and spoke against the back of his head.
Yes... Just now Winston said to show him a striptease now.
However, Hunter was inexplicably afraid to look back at each other.
The phone rang at this moment, showing Marcus' name. For the first time, Hunter felt that Marcus' call was so appropriate.
"Hunter! Where have you gone! Do you know that several sponsors want to know you! You are the sign of our team, but I can't find my sign now!"
"I... I just came out to get some air, and I'll go back right away!"
Hunt took a deep breath, turned around and said to Winston with a smile: "Marcus is going crazy! I have to go back quickly! Let's talk about it next time!"
After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave quickly when Winston stretched his long legs behind him and grabbed his arm.
"Winston?" Hunter turned back.
"Charle doesn't mean that to me."
"I... I know! The reaction of Owen and Ciel just now was obvious..."
"You don't like being with sponsors, we can leave and do what you like."
Winston's eyes were quiet, and there was a sense of inquiry in this quietness.
"You said it as if you were going to elope with me..." Hunter smiled to cover up, although he didn't know what he was trying to cover up.
"Can't you?" asked Winston.
His voice seemed to take Hunter's thinking around in a big circle and could not return to the original place.
"Forget it today." Hunter raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Anyway, it's at most an hour, and this dinner should be over."
Winston still looked at Hunter and let go of his hand.
Hunter watched Winston go backwards, and he waved his hand dashingly: "We can meet again tomorrow! Hahaha!"
When he turned his back, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest, and his palms were all sweaty.
His arm still had the feeling of Winston's grip on him.
He rejected Winston for the first time since they had known each other.
Hunter returned to the dinner, shaking hands with sponsor after sponsor, completely absent-minded, and Winston did not return until the dinner was over.
Because of the wonderful performance of this stop and the substantial increase in sponsorship fees, on the way back to the hotel, Marcus decided to hold a party for the team tomorrow to celebrate.
"We've booked a striptease!" Marcus patted Hunter on the shoulder. "Sleep well tonight and have a blast tomorrow!"
"Oh..." Hunter looked out the car window, but the last words Owen said to him were replayed in his mind.
- Winston would refuse the first time, the second time, the third time. But once in a while, he will nod.
Hunter knew for a long time that no one would stay by his side forever, including Winston.
But he really wanted to… really want to have this man.
Realizing what he was thinking just now, Hunter gasped.
He is your friend! The one who takes care of you all the time! Hunter, Hunter! Are you crazy!
Eyes sore.
One day, Winston will go to the hot springs with another person, have breakfast together, and go on a trip together. Even if I could go with them, I would be like a light bulb, embarrassing to follow from a distance.
"Hunter? We're here. What are you thinking?"
"No... nothing..."
Hunter came to his hotel room and lay on the bed after a simple shower.
This night, he couldn't sleep at all, tossing and turning, just wanting to knock his head out.
It wasn't until three in the morning that he finally fell asleep.
In a daze, he found that he seemed to be back on the Ferrari test track, and he had just blown Winston's Ferrari.
"You know what my problem is... even using my Ferrari to teach me a lesson, why?"
Hunter looked at Winston, the co-pilot.
His eyes are deeper than the night, like a black hole extending infinitely in all directions, wrapping Hunter.
Hunter felt like he was about to be locked into the other person's eyes.
"First, you are the only opponent who can surpass me on the track in the future."
I still have not surpassed you.
"Second, I want to be friends with you."
But... I don't want to be just friends with you...
"Third, I want to soak you. Which do you think is true?"
Why have I never noticed that from the first time you talk to me, your voice is softer than when you talk to others
The words spoken and the choices made cannot be repeated.
If this is his own fantasy, then Hunter wants to indulge.
"You want to soak me." Hunter said with a smile, pulling the corners of his lips.
The next second, the opposite Winston grabbed his collar and pressed his lips hard.
Hunter didn't have a chance to say a second sentence, the other party's tongue squeezed in forcefully, entangled him, and then sucked his breath away like a strangulation.
Hunter didn't feel terrified. He stretched out his arms and hugged each other tightly. It was like acquiescence and encouragement. He used the tip of his tongue to soothe each other and responded to his kiss.
"From now on, no matter who confesses to you, you can't agree." Hunter looked at the man and said in a very serious tone.
"Okay." He replied softly.
Hunter knew he would do what he promised him.
The phone rang, and Hunter's brows trembled, barely grabbing the phone and taking a look.
It was already twelve o'clock, and the nutritionist asked him to eat lunch on time.
He sat up, only to find that his face was water stained at some point.
"Oh shit… "
Shouldn't this be saliva
Then Hunter saw a text message from Winston: Are you off today
Hunt replies: Rest, but Marcus is throwing a celebratory party.
Winston: Then the party is over. Wasn't it planned to go to Dubai after the game
Hunter lost again after a brief exhilaration, and he replied: Let's talk about it tomorrow.
Marcus booked a luxury private room with a high-end bar for the team, and the entire team, including mechanics, technicians, public teams, and marketing teams, came here to revel.
It was also the first time that Shen Chuan and Shen Xi saw such a scene. When they saw a woman wearing clothes on the stage twisting their waists relying on the steel pipe and slowly lifting their clothes, Hunter slapped Shen abruptly. Chuan's shoulders teased his blushing face: "Dr. Shen must have seen such a scene for the first time! Enjoy it, don't let the nosebleed come out!"
Maddie glanced at Hunter contemptuously: "It's like you've read it yourself many times. Be careful not to stand up so quickly!"
The others laughed too.
It was Shen Xi who came to the place closest to the stage and watched them perform with his head raised and his eyes wide open.
When one of the dancers spun down from a height, put their palms on the ground, and then turned around, Shen Xi let out a "wow", and then stuffed a hundred dollars into the other's clothes.
"My God! Xiaoxi can still play! It's on the road so soon!" Hunter exclaimed.
The atmosphere was instantly lively, and the dancers on the stage wore fewer and fewer clothes.
The team had just experienced a tense race, and everyone let go of the carnival.
Hunter was sitting on the edge of the stage with dollars in hand. The dancers came to him, some propped on his shoulders and some leaned on his back. Marcus took out his mobile phone, took pictures himself, and posted them. to Hunter.
Hunter posted the photo to his Twitter and wrote - I wish my boss would always be so generous.
Marcus said dissatisfiedly: "Stinky boy, have I ever been stingy with you?"
Hunter "hehe" laughed.
He drank a lot of drinks and went to the bathroom.
As soon as I finished flushing, I received a text message from Winston on my phone: I'll be waiting for you next door.
Hunter almost choked on his own saliva, and immediately called the other party's phone, which was connected just after a ring.
"Where did you say you were?"
"I'm in the private room next to your team."
There was a lot of noise outside the door, but Winston's voice was exceptionally clear.
"Are you... your team also having a party at this bar?"
"Only me. Give you three minutes, if you don't come, you won't be able to see it later."
"Can't see anything?"
The other party didn't answer him, just hung up the phone.
"Hello... Hello? Winston?"
Hunter seemed to realize something, put the phone on his body, opened the door quickly, and walked out quickly.
The private room was crowded, and some people stopped him from speaking.
Hunter glanced at his watch and became anxious.
Half a minute has passed.
"Please let me go, I have something to do!"
"Hunter, where are you going?"
Finally, about to break out of the siege, Hunter's back collar was grabbed by Marcus again.
"I'll be out for a while, and I'll be right back!"
"You kid again? You are the protagonist today!"
"I'm not slipping! I'll be right back!" Hunter pulled his collar back and continued to squeeze a way out of the brainless teammates who were already hilarious.
A minute has passed, and Hunter's back is covered in sweat.
He rushed out the door and looked around.
Winston said next door, so is it the left or the right
Hunter rushed to the left and pushed hard on the compartment door, which was locked.
not this!
Hunter turned and rushed to the other side, and suddenly collided with the bartender who was pushing the beer cart.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Hunter hurriedly apologized to the other party, before he had time to help the other party up, he walked towards the other box.
He slammed open the door, the box was bright but quiet, as if it was another world.
He exhaled, and in front of him was Winston in his slacks and jeans sitting on the edge of the stage, his long legs hanging there, giving Hunter the urge to break them all.
There was a slight smile on Winston's lips, and he turned his face slowly, light and shadow flowing between his eyebrows.
"Exactly three minutes."
With his eyes that were not smiling, he was the most irresistible charm for Hunter.
Hunter walked over and stood in front of Winston, "You're not really going to strip me here, are you?"
"yes."
Winston leaned towards Hunter, who swallowed and took a step back.
Calm down, Hunter.
Calm down.
If you get nervous, you lose.
Winston stood up, Hunter's gaze followed the other's legs up, his waist and his chest were in front of his eyes.
"You're the only audience. Would you like to sit a little in the front, or in the back?"
"Nonsense! Of course sit in the front!"
There are a few bar chairs randomly placed under the stage, and behind the bar chairs is a sofa.
Hunter chose a bar chair, sat on it, propped his chin, and had an expression of "I will seriously appreciate it."
Winston lowered his head with his pockets in his pockets. "What kind of music do you like?"
"Watching a striptease must be sexy music!"
Winston took out the phone and threw it to Hunter.
A song appeared on the screen, which seemed to be in French, which Hunt could not understand.
"Are you sure you don't need a glass of water?"
Winston folded his arms comfortably and asked Hunter, leaning his back against the pole.
"Hahaha! You're here, do I want to order a glass of red wine? Getting drunk just overwhelms you!"
"I want you to look at me soberly. If you want to press me, you will press me soberly." Winston's eyes didn't move away from Hunter for a moment, which made Hunter and Hunter become serious.
When Hunt's finger touched the play button on the screen, his heart tensed as if he were waiting for the start command at the starting point, all kinds of thoughts were boiling, looking for the crack that broke through the embankment.
Slowly, it sounded like stretched music, like a blues.
The whole space was infused with some kind of soul-stirring wine, whirling lazily, submerging Hunter.
Winston leaned against the pole, rocking gently.
His eyes were icy cold, and such a temperature remained in Hunter's eyes, as if it would suddenly boil from zero at any time. The small swing made Hunter feel the restrained maturity and strength beauty of men.
Hunter even felt that Winston was like a patient hunter, approaching him in the most relaxed way, and swallowing him in one gulp at the moment when he wanted to.
Hunter's mood tensed, and Winston's fingers slid from the top to the bottom of the collar, which slid down his neck and hung on his arm.
Hunter saw such a Winston for the first time.
He has never been neatly dressed and can't see any flaws, but at this time he was like a crack in his perfect appearance, and Hunter felt an unquenchable desire.
The throat looked like it was being pinched by the other's fingers. Even if Hunter swallowed a saliva, his throat was swollen and sore.
Winston's waist was lifted up with a strong sense of the music, and Hunter's mind was also pushed up in an instant, and his body seemed to be penetrated. And the coat hanging on his arm fell off, making a "crash" sound.
Hunter shuddered subconsciously and tugged at his denim jacket.
Because he had the illusion that it wasn't Winston's coat that was taken off, but his own.
Winston still looked at him, wondering if it was the music or not, and his eyes, which were not emotionally fluctuating, became charming.
Hunter exhaled calmly, his fingertips shaking slightly.
The corners of the man's lips raised on the stage, a smile that Hunter had never seen before. It wasn't the wickedness of joking, nor was it polite, but the sexy that belonged to Winston.
This smile quickly disappeared, and everything was curbed again.
Winston's hands wrapped around him, stroking down from his shoulders to his wrists. The fingers of his right hand hooked up the sleeve of his left hand and lifted it up little by little, revealing a beautiful forearm line.
Hunter subconsciously clasped the edge of the bar chair, as if Winston's palm was not his own, but Hunter.
Winston on the stage stretched his body around the steel pipe in his hand, and Hunter's head was buzzing.
Winston leaned against the pole and gently lifted the hem of his white T-shirt. There was a desireless expression on his face. When his firm waist line was revealed little by little, Hunter only felt that something penetrated his body, rushed into this space, and scattered in all directions.
Hunter held his breath and watched as Winston pulled the T-shirt down very slowly and sat down, his back straight, keeping his body temperature on the steel pipe. He raised his chin, the line of his neck was like a string on the verge of breaking, and the moment he turned his face to the side, the hair on his forehead fell and swept across his eyebrows.
Something in Hunter's body was about to explode.
can't watch it any longer...
Really can't watch it any longer.
Look any further and he'll go crazy.
Hunter regretted that he should have sat on the couch, where it was hard for him to hide himself.
Winston propped himself up from a seated position on one leg, his right hand raised, clasping the pole backwards.
If it's a woman, this will make it difficult for the man looking at her.
But Winston was sexually dangerous.
Hunter just wanted to rush to the bathroom at this time!
The man on the stage turned his face sideways, still looking into Hunter's eyes, his emotions, his rationality, everything about him was dragged away by the other party.
Winston's fingers clasped at the edge of the jeans and pulled down gently, obviously impossible to pull down, but it seemed as if something that didn't belong to Hunter was about to flow out.
Hunter's throat was hoarse, his knuckles turning white as he clasped the edge of the bar chair.
Mingming said to himself that he hoped Winston would end soon, but deep down he was shouting - give me more!
Winston's fingers were on the first button of the jeans, and Hunter craned his neck.
It's too hard to cover up... He just wants to enjoy it unscrupulously.
But at that moment, the music ended on the phone on Hunter's lap.
Winston, who was leaning on the steel pipe, lowered his body, picked up the white T-shirt that fell on the ground, and put it on neatly.
"Huh?" Hunter tilted his head and looked at him.
Winston tugged at his slacks and walked off the stage, taking his phone from Hunter.
"It's over?" Hunter's eyes widened.
"It's over, five minutes and thirty seconds isn't enough?" Winston asked rhetorically.
What? Have five minutes
Wait, that's not the point!
"You haven't taken off your pants yet!"
Winston slapped Hunter on the head. "Didn't I strip? Who told you to strip?"
Does it even make sense
"I'm leaving, won't you go back to your team's party?" Winston raised his chin.
"You're leaving?"
"Well. Our team also has activities."
But Hunter can't stand up now!
As soon as he left the bar chair and his pants rubbed, he would definitely be unable to bear it!
"Not leaving yet?"
"Oh… "
Hunter turned the bar chair on purpose and walked down with his back to Winston.
Be careful... don't get up... don't get up...
Hunter followed Winston out of the box as usual, but was suffocated.
"I'm going first!" Hunter pushed open the team's box door, and couldn't wait to see Winston's reaction, and quickly squeezed in.
When the loud music and the maddening voices of his teammates drowned him, Hunter's tense heart suddenly relaxed, and the originally suppressed place couldn't help but rise up.
His face flushed red and he squeezed to the bathroom.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Maddie and a dancer kissing inside, in full swing, and seeing Hunter's evil fire rising up, he immediately shouted: "I want to go to the bathroom!"
Maddie paused, just about to say something, Hunter pointed behind him: "There are too many empty boxes on the opposite side!"
Maddie was about to have a seizure when the dancer grabbed him and pulled him out.
hurry up! hurry up!
Hunter shouted in his heart.
But McGrady walked so slowly that Hunter was about to explode.
Maddie stepped out, and Hunter immediately slammed the door shut, leaning against the door, he raised his head.
His head was full of Winston's expression, Winston's eyes, fingers, even the slightly raised strands of hair when he spun, the lines drawn from his shoulders, everything about him made Hunter seem to be locked in. A space too narrow to breathe, eager to release.
He thought he was crazy, even when Winston wasn't in front of him, he was in control of everything.
It's hard to get rid of it, and just thinking about the image of the guy with his fingers on the edge of his jeans makes Hunter lose control.
I don't know how long it took. The moment Hunter opened the door of the bathroom and saw the high stage and steel pipes, the figure of Winston flooded into his mind again.
It seems that all his yearnings for this year have burst out on this day.
When he left the bathroom, the box was already drunk.
The only ones who were sober were Shen Chuan and Shen Xi, and a few female assistants who didn't drink much.
"Hey, Hunter, are you all right?" Shen Xi rarely showed a surprised expression.
"Because I'm hiding fast!" Hunter pretended to be okay with a smile on his face, "Where's Maddie?"
"He left with a dancer just now." Shen Xi pointed to the door.
"What should we do with these people? It's impossible for us to send them all back to the hotel." Shen Chuan sighed.
"Call the pick-up service." Hunter glanced at Marcus lying on the sofa, "It's all on Marcus's account anyway."
So, Hunter and Shen Chuan put everyone in the right car into the called car, they sat side by side in the back, the public relations manager sat in the co-pilot, beside Shen Chuan was the drunken Marcus, and outside the window was Abu Dhabi architecture that keeps going backwards.
Abu Dhabi in the early morning was very quiet, as if there was some kind of self-control over desire, which reminded Hunter of the man's face again.
"Hey... Shen Chuan..."
"Um?"
"Do you believe... Winston has been seducing me?"
Hunter felt that what he said was so incredible that he himself found it funny. But what is said is impossible to take back.
"Van Winston from Ferrari?" Shen Chuan showed a surprised expression in front of him for the first time.
"yes."
Shen Chuan is one of the rare guys who can chat with Winston. If it were him, what kind of answer would he give
"How is that possible? We all know that Winston is a standard British gentleman, doesn't he also have the title of 'abstinence noble'? Are you okay with your mind?" Shen Chuan thought for a while and asked, "You and he are the most car fans. Looking forward to the combination of teammates, many fans want you to join the Ferrari team and play alongside Winston. For this, Mr. Marcus has no less headache."
"Hahahaha... huh? I'm kidding! Everyone envy Winston for being so nice to me! How come you and Xiaoxi can't tell the difference between a joke and a truth?"
While smirking, I felt empty in my heart.
Actually... he really hoped that Winston was really seducing him in the name of a friend.
Such hope made Hunter feel more and more doomed.
When did this idea start
It seems that Charle's "drinking confession" has stunned him... No, no, it's even earlier... When Audrey appeared by Winston's side at breakfast, he was already in his heart. uncomfortable...
Or maybe earlier, when they traveled to Sapporo together
When thinking about it like this, Hunter suddenly felt that everything was terrible.
Because of Owen's reminder, one day Winston will nod to someone's confession.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: My Hunter seems to be twitching.
Hunter: I didn't!
Winston: Then why don't you answer my texts
Hunter: Then why don't you take off your pants when you strip!
Winston: Oh.
Hunter: What are you doing? What are you taking off! Don't press me! go away!