At four o'clock in the morning, Hunter didn't have the slightest sleepiness.
He still had Winston's text on his phone: Are we going to Dubai tomorrow
Why did you ask me to play with you
The world is so big, is there no one else to go with you
What about your teammates
Do you know that I've turned you around like this and that in my head
… so annoying!
Hunt grabbed his cigarette and left the hotel room.
When he came to the side of the road, leaning against the telephone pole, Hunter held the lighter, but with a click, Hunter turned back subconsciously, thinking that Winston would appear behind him again.
However, there was no one.
Hunter was inexplicably disappointed.
The cigarette was lit, but he didn't take it to his lips.
Because he suddenly thought that he was used to sharing a cigarette with that guy.
Hunter closed his eyes, raised his head, and let the cigarette burn silently.
Even though he hadn't slept all night, he wasn't tired at all.
"Hey, are you playing a telephone pole?"
With a laughing voice, Hunter opened his eyes and saw Owen in sportswear looking at himself with a towel on his shoulders.
It was this guy!
Hunter's first reaction was to turn around and leave, but then he thought that the telephone pole was not theirs, and he couldn't control where he wanted to stay.
Owen sat on the ground beside Hunter, this guy should get up early and practice in the morning.
He is a veteran figure in the racing team. He can continue to perform at his peak level for many years, and is inseparable from daily physical management.
From this point of view, Irving is actually a very self-controlled guy.
Hunter suddenly admired him.
"Give me a cigarette." Owen hooked his finger at Hunter.
Hunter threw a cigarette to him, and Owen took Hunter's lighter.
The way he smokes is different from Winston's restrained elegance, and Owen's smoking is a bit reckless.
"what is troubling you?"
"none of your business."
Owen smiled and flicked his cigarette. "You're thinking of Vann Winston."
"Smoke your cigarette." Hunter regretted ignoring this guy.
"Hunter... I didn't know what I really wanted when you were your age."
Owen's voice sounded a little wistful. But Hunter didn't buy it. The ghost knows what "conspiracy" this guy is brewing.
The best response is silence.
"No one saw it, or figured out what I wanted. So you're lucky, Hunter. At least I can see what you want at a glance," Owen said.
Hunter snorted lightly: "Oh? I want to step on you, I want to surpass you and Ciel in points, isn't it obvious?"
"You want Vann Winston by your side forever. You're afraid he'll leave you," Owen said with a smile.
All Hunter's thoughts were seized by Owen in that instant, and he couldn't think of anything else.
Is he that obvious
Obviously no one in the entire team saw it!
"You know what's the most direct and effective way to keep someone from leaving you?"
This question made Hunter's eyes warm.
he does not know.
He really doesn't know.
If he knew, his mother would not leave him, and neither would his father.
"Hold him tight, from here." Owen stood up and patted Hunter's chest lightly, "If you always worry about gain and loss and refuse to take a step, you will always stand at the door instead of pushing in. "
"It's so easy for you to say... How am I supposed to hold on to him? Ciel is right, it's always the strong man in front of him who can attract Winston's attention! And I'm not... I'm immature, I'm not calm, I can be fooled around by you, and I'm still easy to deceive! What am I going to use to catch him?"
By the time Hunter realized what he had said, it was too late.
But so what
At most, I was ridiculed by Owen. Even if he said it later, he could say that he was talking nonsense. Anyway, Owen is usually bad, how many people can really believe him
But Owen did not laugh, but looked up at Hunter.
"You really don't understand what attracts Winston to yourself, do you?"
Yes, he doesn't understand.
When Winston approached him, he seemed to omit all the process of understanding each other's shortcomings and tolerance.
"Because you're immature, you're not worldly. Because you're not calm, your reactions are real. Because you're so easy to deceive, Winston can hide his emotions in front of you. Because you're strong, he You have to dash to the front to enjoy the glory of being chased by you."
Owen said in a calm tone.
Hunter didn't even know how to answer him.
"But actually, everything I said just now was bullshit." Owen smiled.
Hunter was immediately disappointed.
Surely those were words to comfort or ridicule him
"Because you're Evan Hunt, Winston is unconditional."
Hunter suddenly remembered when he broke up with Winston. When he clearly hurt Winston, the guy remembered every sentence clearly, but he asked him that neither of them could mention "break up" again.
"Now I'll give you ten seconds to make a decision. I'll teach you to get him, or pretend I've never said anything like that to you since."
Owen raised his hand and flashed his sports watch.
Hunter froze there.
Do you want Winston
Do you want to take that step
It's not a question of whether Irving can be trusted, it's a question of whether you want to hold on to him
Just as Owen put his hand down, Hunter blurted out, "I want it!"
"Oh... you're so simple!" said Owen, his eyes widening.
"I don't know what you're up to. But Lawrence Owen, I swear if you use Winston to play me, I'm not just going to run over you on the track, I'm going to smash your head off and give it to Shire kicks the ball!" Hunter grabbed Winston's collar, his eyes cold and oppressive pouring into Owen's eyes.
Owen was stunned by him.
There was no cowardly expression on Hunter's face, and Owen even felt murderous.
At that moment, he understood why this young man was able to forge ahead bravely on the unpredictable Formula One track and fight for the position of the first-class driver in a weak team, because once he determined what he wanted, he would never To be content with the success, but to meet the gods and kill the gods.
"Oh... Didn't Winston contact you recently?" Owen patted the back of Hunter's hand, motioning for him to let go of him.
"He asked me if I wanted to go to Dubai for a rest day."
"Then promise him! Dubai is a good place!" Owen showed a not very kind smile.
Hunter tilted his head to look at Owen, and always felt that the "good place" in this guy's mouth was not just a good place.
So ten minutes later, Winston got a call from Hunter.
"Hello? Winston? Our team had a drink last night, and I didn't notice your text! I should be back in the United States by Thursday, how about you?" Hunter suppressed his uneasy heartbeat, for fear The other party noticed any clues and tried his best to keep his voice normal.
"I'm also on Thursday. Then let's go to Dubai together, you probably haven't been there."
"Yeah! I want to stay at the sailing hotel! I also want to play in the water park! And sand rushing! And skydiving! And... "
"We don't have enough time. I'll book a room at the sailing hotel first, and I'll leave it for tomorrow. The skydiving team won't allow it. How about I take you there after we retire?"
Hunter's heart suddenly warmed.
In Winston's life plan after his retirement, he was there.
"OK!"
"We'll fly straight from Dubai to New York then."
"Your plan must be fine!" Hunter said with a smile.
"That's up to you. I rented a car and we drove to Dubai. You can sleep in the car and enjoy the view of the desert city."
"Hahaha, okay!"
After Hunt hung up the phone, he stood in front of the window with his hips akimbo, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Even if he didn't know what the final result was, Hunter was suddenly not afraid of the unknown at all.
It was Winston himself who said that no matter what happened, he would not say "break up" easily.
Hunter decided to do what he wanted to do, and it was like a Formula 1 race, and if you just wanted to hold your own, you had to be overtaken. Only when you are always ready to overtake each other can you be the first to cross the finish line.
Ten minutes later, Hunter received a text message from Winston: I'll wait for you at the entrance of the hotel, I'll come down when I'm ready.
"So fast?" Hunter scratched his head, he still took nothing!
In order to keep Winston from waiting for a long time, Hunter stuffed his clothes into his bag as fast as he could, threw his shoulders and ran out.
Winston rented an off-road vehicle, and Hunter threw his luggage into the backseat and sat in the passenger seat, wearing his sunglasses.
"Seat belt," said Winston.
"What?" Hunter took out his sunglasses and put them on with a lazy look, ready to tilt his head and start sleeping.
"Seat belt," Winston reminded again.
Hunter took out his phone, put on his headphones and listened to the music.
Winston turned sideways, leaned towards Hunter, stretched his arms, pulled the seat belt, and was about to put it on for him, but Hunter smirked and leaned into Winston's ear: "Hey, is there anyone following him? You said that your ears are particularly beautiful?"
Hunter had expected that Winston would cover his ears and look up at him, but he didn't expect that the guy just buckled his seat belt, straightened his back, started the engine, and left the hotel.
The expression on his face didn't even change.
ah... what... so disappointed...
I feel embarrassed every time this guy gets close. Why did he speak with his ears, and he didn't respond at all.
What the Owen guy taught didn't work at all.
What about "the way Winston makes your heart beat, you treat him like that, it's a tit-for-tat", maybe everything Winston made him embarrassed was not intentional for him at all, he didn't think much about it!
Hunter squinted at Winston's profile through his sunglasses.
This guy is also wearing sunglasses and looks very cool.
Looking at it, Hunter's drowsiness came up, and unconsciously he closed his eyes and tilted his head to fall asleep, and snored lightly.
The car became quiet, and the sound of music from Hunter's headphones could be faintly heard.
The wind poured in from the car window and ruffled Hunter's hair.
And the man beside him who had been silent the whole time raised a hand, touched the ear that Hunter was leaning against just now, and let out a suppressed sigh.
When the sun was about to set, they came to Dubai and drove to the door of the Burj Al Arab.
Hunter was still leaning on the seat, without any response, Winston's fingers dipped into his hair and rubbed lightly.
"Um..." Hunter woke up, and when he straightened his back, the sunglasses slipped off and hung on his ears, making him a little silly.
"We're here," said Winston.
"Oh! This is the sailing hotel!" Hunter raised his face, "It's a little different from the movie and the website."
"Why is it different?"
"A bit old."
"It's not a new hotel after all." Winston got out of the car and took off his and Hunter's luggage.
Hunter followed and came to the magnificent hotel lobby.
Then Hunter discovered that Winston had only booked one room.
"Why is there only one room?" Hunter asked, but he felt very happy.
I can sleep with Winston again like a hot spring in Noboribetsu!
"The Burj Al Arab is full of suites. Do you think it's necessary for us to live in two suites and send text messages on the phone?" Winston's tone was taken for granted.
"Of course we still live together!" said Hunter rightfully.
Each suite in the hotel is equipped with a butler, and Hunter followed the butler to the hotel room.
The first to third floors were almost occupied by tourists. The room that Winston booked was relatively high and could be relatively clean.
"I wanted to book the presidential suite, but it has already been reserved."
"presidential suite?"
"Well. On the 25th floor, there is a cinema, with two bedrooms and two living rooms, overlooking Dubai."
"Oh... I'll ask you to sleep in the presidential suite until next year's Grand Prix." Hunter winked triumphantly at Winston.
I don't want to sleep in the presidential suite! Two bedrooms? Who wants two bedrooms
Winston turned his face to the side, Hunter put his head close, and he found Winston smiled, albeit shallowly.
"why are you laughing?"
"You asked me to sleep here?" Winston asked.
"Isn't it bad here?" Hunter asked.
"There are better places."
"Then I'll ask you to sleep in a better place." Hunter replied.
The housekeeper was about to explain the various functions in the suite, when Hunt couldn't wait to rush to the upstairs bedroom.
Directly facing the bed is a floor-to-ceiling window, with a panoramic view of the Persian Gulf under the setting sun, and the rising crescent moon can be faintly seen.
Hunter stood by the window and let out a soft "wow".
Winston said to the butler: "I know all these functions, and I will call you if there is anything."
The butler smiled and left.
Winston walked upstairs with their luggage unhurriedly. Hunter was already lying on the big bed and didn't know what he was laughing at.
The silk drapery hung down, and Winston could just see the line of his waist and hips in the gap, changing as Hunter rolled.
"Winston! Winston! Come and see! How funny!"
"What's so funny?"
Winston paused the packing of his luggage, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and sat beside Hunter.
Hunter pointed to the heart-shaped rose petals placed in the center of the bed: "Hahahaha! Is this a honeymoon? Not only roses, but also chocolate and red wine!"
"It's all laid out uniformly," Winston said.
Hunter squinted and smiled, placing his hands under his head, looking at the seascape ahead.
"Do you like it?" Winston asked softly.
His gaze fell, slowly going up along Hunter's legs, along the waist where his T-shirt was exposed, and sank quietly into the depths.
Hunter's heart tickled.
He sat up, leaned on Winston on purpose, looked him in the eyes, and said softly in a tone similar to his, "Like it."
After speaking, he fell back into the bed, rubbed his face against the silk quilt, and went back and forth several times, spreading the spread rose petals everywhere.
Winston got up and went back to the closet to continue packing.
Hunter turned his face sideways, glanced at Yingting's silhouette, took out his mobile phone, and sent a text message to Owen: What you taught me is useless!
Soon Owen replied to him: Don't worry, quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.
Bring a cheesy emoji.
Hunter immediately deleted the text message, destroying the evidence.
At this time, Winston took Hunter's coat out of the duffel bag, shook it twice, and hung it in the closet.
The sound of Hunter breaking chocolate came from the bed.
Winston stood there, closed his eyes, squeezed the waist of his coat with his fingers, and exhaled from the depths of his throat.
"Where are we going to eat tonight?"
Hunter came to Winston with the chocolate in the shape of a sailboat in his mouth, and stuffed another piece of chocolate into his mouth.
Winston turned his face abruptly, and Hunter froze his hands in disappointment.
"I don't eat the chocolate here, it's too sweet," replied Winston.
"Oh… "
Hunter was disappointed again.
This doesn't fit the formula at all! At this time, whether you like chocolate or not, if you like me, shouldn't you eat it? By the way, kiss my finger or something
Winston didn't follow the routine at all! Then he wouldn't be able to flirt according to the routine designed by Owen!
"I booked a seafood restaurant and took a submarine to an underwater restaurant. Remember to wear a suit and no sneakers."
"Huh? My suit and shoes are with the PR manager..."
Why do you need a suit and leather shoes when you go out to play
"It's okay, you can rent it from the hotel."
"that would be great!"
He didn't want to miss the underwater restaurant at all.
In a few minutes, the housekeeper came to their suite with a suit.
Hunter took it apart and was surprised a little: "Yo, it's Versace!"
"New for spring and summer. Try it."
Winston had taken off his T-shirt with his back to Hunter. Hunter couldn't help but keep looking at the lines on his shoulders due to the force.
No exaggeration at all, all the ups and downs are just right.
Winston put on his shirt and tugged at the collar neatly, which made Hunter inexplicably think of yesterday's undressing.
"Why don't you change it?" Winston asked, turning around.
Hunter touched his chin, remembering Owen's key teaching, "You have to praise all the parts you like about him in a shameless way." He pulled out a smile: "Your shoulders and back are very good-looking."
"Would you like me to introduce you to the strength and conditioning coach?" Winston asked.
"I can't exercise lines like yours even if you introduce it to me, it makes people want to take a bite."
Winston didn't look back, he pulled his jeans down, and his straight legs were in front of Hunter.
"It's all bitten off," Hunter added, staring straight at his leg.
Winston put on his suit jacket, outlining his figure more clearly, and threw the jacket he had changed into Hunter's face.
"Hang up your clothes. You haven't changed your shirt yet."
Hunter was disappointed again.
He said he wanted to "bite them all", but this guy didn't even say anything? Why don't you make fun of him
Hunter just tore off the coat over his head, and suddenly met Winston's eyes. With one hand in his pocket, the other party turned his face to look at him, as if he was about to kiss him, and Hunter almost stumbled backwards in shock.
"What do you want to bite off?"
"Nothing..." Hunter leaned back subconsciously.
"Don't you want to bite them all?" Winston's voice was soft, and Hunter's heart seemed to be provoked layer by layer.
"I... I'm joking!"
"So where are you joking about biting me?" Winston continued.
"I mean the lines on your back!"
"Oh... what a pity, it's just the back line."
Winston straightened his back, and the feeling of being oppressed finally eased. Hunter was about to exhale, but he was flicked hard by the other's fingers.
"Oh!"
"Next time you joke like this, it's not the forehead that hurts." Winston got up and went to the bathroom.
Hunter tilted his head, thinking that it's not his head that hurts, can you really beat me
Hunter took off his T-shirt and kicked off his slacks. Fingers hooked over the shirt and put it on.
At this time, Marcus's phone call came, and he talked about the interview arrangement for the American race for a long time.
Hunter buttoned the phone while holding the phone, and when he buttoned the penultimate one, he realized that he was buttoning in the wrong place.
"Oh shit… "
"What? Are you scolding me?" Marcus seemed to fry.
"No no no! I mean buttons!"
"You stinky boy! I am kind enough to adjust your vacation, but you scold me!"
"I really didn't scold you!" Hunter sighed helplessly.
At this time, someone stood behind him, buckled his waist, and turned him around.
It's Winston.
With his eyes lowered, his fingers touched the buttons of Hunter's shirt, unbuttoning them one by one.
From time to time his fingertips slid across Hunter's skin, the soft, unintentional feeling that made Hunter bewildered.
I don't know if it was an illusion, Winston's knuckles brushed past the two most sensitive points on Hunter's chest from time to time, which made Hunter shrug his shoulders subconsciously while answering the phone.
Winston's fingers pinched the placket of Hunter's shirt and pulled it down slightly, Hunter lowered his head subconsciously. When Winston raised his eyes to look at him, the feeling of an imminent kiss became more evident.
Heart beating wildly.
Hunter had an urge to just bite into it.
He could only stop this urge abruptly, holding the phone and pretending to be uncomfortable with the phone around his neck, so he turned his face to the side, just as Winston was putting on a bow tie for him, and Hunter put his face against the pounding heart. go up.
At the moment of contact, Hunter felt that there were thousands of fireworks blooming in his heart, and he couldn't even hear what Marcus said.
He thought Winston would leave immediately, but when Winston turned his face to the other side, his lips seemed to rub against his own.
Hunter's heart lifted, what should I do? What should he say to cover up? Or just look at Winston's reaction
Owen didn't give him that at all!
But Winston took Hunter's suit jacket as usual, and put it on Hunter's shoulder like a hug.
"Hand," Winston reminded.
Hunter was stunned. He tucked his arms into his sleeves, and Winston's fingers held the cuffs for him.
His nails just rubbed against Hunter's palm, and by the time Hunter reacted, he had already grabbed his finger.
Blood rushed to the palm of his hand.
Hunter could only pretend he didn't realize anything and called Marcus "attentive".
"I don't want to answer this question! This question is so fake!"
"Do you want to die, brat!" Marcus continued to roar on the other end of the phone.
Winston's fingers slipped out of Hunter's palm.
This made Hunter immediately lost.
Winston half-kneeled in front of Hunter, holding the waistband of his suit pants. His fingers ran over Hunter's knees, motioning for Hunter to lift his leg and put it in.
And the moment Winston raised his chin, Hunter suddenly realized that he was only wearing underwear! And from this angle, Winston's line of sight should be exactly the same as that of Little Hunter!
At that moment, Hunter only felt a drop in his lower abdomen, and he almost had a reaction!
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Routines are useless!
Winston: The routine is too shallow.
Hunter: Then I'll learn some advanced routines!
Winston: The routine is too deep, and you're going to hurt.
Let's see how far Hunter has upgraded the routine so that Winston can't reverse the routine