Not to mention that when his legs were stretched in, Winston's knuckles of his trousers were almost all the way up to his ankles to his waist, and the touch seemed to guide the flow of blood throughout his body.
At this point, what Hunter wanted most was to faint immediately.
He couldn't maintain his balance, and when he fell to one side, Winston reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Powerful and stable.
When the trousers were on, Winston's fingers pressed against the corners of the shirt, pressing them into the waistband against Hunter's body.
Through the fabric of his shirt, he could also feel the temperature of Winston's fingers and palms—an illusion, terribly hot.
Hunter felt that it must be because he was very hot.
Winston's fingers came to the middle of his waist and buttoned it for him.
"All right."
That cool voice woke Hunter from his dream.
God knows he doesn't want to eat any seafood dinner at all now, he just wants to hold this guy's shoulder and do whatever he wants.
How much he wanted to rush into the bathroom knowing that he could let it go if he just closed his eyes and thought about Winston's face.
Marcus was still reluctant, and Winston took the phone directly from his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Marcus, I'm Winston."
The phone was suddenly silent for three seconds.
"Ah... Winston... are you with Hunter?"
"Yes. He got a little tantrum because of the wrong button. But it's none of your business. Don't worry, we'll be back in New York on time. Is there anything else I need to convey?"
Winston's voice was flat, but there was a majestic effect.
Marcus, who had been chattering all the time, suddenly shut up.
"Oh... no... you guys have a great vacation..."
"goodbye."
Winston pressed the phone down and stuffed it back into Hunter's hands.
"Come on, the submarine is waiting for us." Winston walked to the door.
Hunter quickly followed.
This was Hunter's first time in a submarine. He sat in front of the window with his forehead against the window, staring intently at the coral debris on the seabed.
Occasionally, some fish passed by, and Hunter's eyes followed them.
Winston stayed by his side quietly.
When they reached the underwater restaurant, Hunter sighed in disappointment.
"You like submarines?" Winston asked.
"I can't talk about how much I like it, I think it's very interesting."
When I was young, my father was so busy that Hunter never even went to the aquarium.
"Buying a submarine might also be a good option."
Winston said in a casual tone with his pockets in his pockets.
"Why buy a submarine?"
Hunter thought to himself that Winston was really rich and had nowhere to spend.
"Hunter, if you had a submarine, what would you use it for?" Winston asked rhetorically.
"Me..." Hunter thought for a while, then leaned towards each other ambiguous, "If I have a submarine, I will lock you in it and keep you from going anywhere, just like raising a Winston!"
Hunter looked closely into Winston's eyes, trying to find his emotions.
But Winston just looked at Hunter, his eyes as if to merge with the vast sea outside the submarine.
"If it were me, I would only have a bed in my submarine, a wine cabinet full of Japanese sake, and then roll sheets with my lover, who can't go anywhere under the deep sea. "Winston's voice was cold, but in Hunter's ears it was frantic and hot.
"… put… put the bed, I can understand, what is the purpose of storing sake? Shouldn't it be Lafite in 1982?"
"Probably so far, sake works best."
"Why do I think you're mocking me? Don't you still regret that I bit you when I was drunk last time?"
"No." Winston raised his chin, motioning Hunter to leave the submarine.
This underwater restaurant was like a miracle for Hunter.
Above their heads is the waters of the Persian Gulf, and all kinds of aquatic creatures swim leisurely overhead.
Hunter kept looking up: "Winston, look, turtle!"
"Yeah." The man on the opposite side held his chin, without any intention of raising his head, just looking at the excited Hunter on the opposite side.
Hunter was not impressed with the taste of the seafood restaurant.
All he knew was that Winston was across from him.
The way he held a knife and fork, the way he lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and the way he occasionally raised his eyes to respond to him, Hunter didn't want to miss it.
Winston looked up and asked.
"I'll eat it!" Hunter lowered his head and stuffed a mouthful of herb shrimp.
After dinner, the two took the submarine back to the hotel again.
Hunter still looked out the window intently, but what he really looked at was not the aquatic creatures, but the shadow of Winston reflected on the glass.
Like an illusion, Winston on the glass seemed to be looking at him all the time.
This feeling made Hunter feel warm and heartwarming.
When they returned to the hotel room, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
Hunter, who had been up all night last night, felt tired at this time.
He spread out on the sofa, squinted at the ceiling, and fell asleep within a few seconds.
The sofa beside Hunter sunk slightly, and he knew it was Winston sitting beside him.
The original chaotic thinking was awake, and Hunter continued to close his eyes, feeling the existence of Winston.
The other party reached out and rubbed Hunter's head.
"Don't sleep here. I'll give you a bath and go to bed." Winston's voice was soft, as if he was coaxing someone.
"Um... um..." Hunter nodded.
The sound of water being poured out, Hunter turned his face to look at the crack of the bathroom door, just in time to see Winston sitting on the edge of the bathtub, stretching his arms to adjust the water temperature.
Hunter coughed inwardly.
Because he suddenly wanted to just shove the man into the bathtub, watch him drown in the hot water, and then stand up and look annoyed... Although it's almost impossible to make Winston annoyed.
Then he swaggered in and listened to the water flowing out from the edge of the bathtub, while he sat on this stern man, suppressing him, and doing whatever he wanted.
When the sound of the water stopped, Winston stood up, walked back to Hunter, put his palm on Hunter's cheek, and patted it gently: "Go ahead."
"Oh..." Hunter opened his eyes reluctantly, first pulled his bow tie, and found that he couldn't pull it off. He suddenly thought of something, tugged at Winston's cuff lazily, turned his face and said, " Can you help me?"
Winston, who was looking at the text messages on his mobile phone, raised his eyes and looked at Hunter, but a few seconds passed without moving.
Hunter was disappointed.
Just as Hunt was about to untie the tie himself, Winston put down his phone, leaned sideways toward him, and tucked his fingers into the edge of the tie, pulling it loose.
Looking at Winston's eyes and the hair swaying slightly with his movements, Hunter had the urge to kiss each other again.
Winston removed his bow tie and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.
His fingers slid across Hunter's Adam's apple, and Hunter swallowed subconsciously. When his throat rose and fell, it seemed that his skin was touching the other's fingers again.
Winston put his hand down. "Okay."
Hunter was disappointed, moved, and said lazily: "You can just untie it for me..."
However, Winston continued to pick up the phone and read the text messages, ignoring him at all.
"Untie yourself."
For some reason, Hunter found Winston's voice a little cold. Could it be that he was not happy if he asked him to "help" him
Alas... Forget it.
Hunter stood up slowly, glanced at Winston's focus on replying to text messages, and suddenly became a little wicked.
Hunter took off his clothes as he walked to the bathroom, letting them fall on the ground without any intention of picking them up.
Blazers, shirts, trousers…
He walked into the bathroom, tossed his underpants, stretched his legs, and stepped into the warm bathtub.
He knew that Winston was absolutely not allowed to be messy, and this guy would pick up the clothes on the floor with a frown.
Thinking of this, Hunter felt happy.
The hot water was so comfortable that he was already sleepy and quickly fell asleep.
Vaguely, Hunter seemed to hear someone knocking on the bathroom door.
"Hunter? Are you asleep? The water is getting cold, come out early."
It was Winston's voice.
Hunter sat up, only to feel that the water seemed to be really cold.
"Okay! I'll come out now!"
Hunter was about to get up when he suddenly remembered something.
"That... Winston... I forgot to bring my clothes in! Can you help me with it?"
This is what Owen told me a lot. When entering the bathroom, don't bring a change of clothes, and don't lock the door.
But... Winston shouldn't be interested in his size, right
"it is good."
A few minutes later, Winston came in with Hunter's clothes on the shelf, and he walked out without looking at Hunter or saying a word.
Hunter sighed.
Look... Owen's trick doesn't work at all!
If he is a beautiful woman like Audrey Wilson, there is still a look, everyone is a tough man, what is there to look at
Hunter held down the edge of the bathtub, straightened up, and stepped out. Who knew that his foot slipped and he lost his balance completely, and he was about to make intimate contact with the ground of Boci in the most twisted and tragic posture!
But Hunter's reaction was quite quick. He clasped the bathtub with one hand, supported the ground with the other hand, put one leg on the bathtub, and extended the other leg to try to step on the slippery ground, but to no avail.
He knew he must be looking funny and ridiculous at the moment, but outside Winston heard the sound and strode open the bathroom door.
"Hunter! How did you..."
Winston also seemed to be taken aback by Hunter's appearance.
"You... come and help me! Lift me up!"
Hunter anxiously wanted to exert force, but no matter how hard he stretched his leg, he still stepped on the water stains on the ground.
Winston finally took a step forward. In the huge bathroom, he seemed to have only taken two or three steps to reach Hunter's side, clasping Hunter's waist with one hand, and wrapping his arms around him with the other.
Hunter could feel his back against Winston's chest, and the other party hugged him and placed him on the edge of the bathtub. As soon as he looked up, he was right on Little Hunter.
Hunter, who realized something, immediately covered himself, and Winston just glanced at it and stood up.
"If I were you, I wouldn't cover the front." Winston grabbed the towel and draped it over Hunter's body.
"Huh?" Hunt looked up at each other.
"I'll cover the back. When you're naked and wearing nothing, the back is so beautiful that you want to bite into it—all of it."
Winston twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, then walked out.
The shirt on him was almost soaked, clinging to his waist.
This has a fatal attraction for Hunter.
"Cut off everything! Don't copy my lines!"
Hunter was deeply depressed.
He felt that instead of flirting with Winston, he was madly hooked by him.
That guy Owen is so confident, and his routine is useless to Winston for a long time!
Hunter filled Winston's water, changed into his pajamas, and went back to the bedroom.
Winston also seemed sleepy, leaning back on the sofa like a lonely king.
Hunter sat down beside him without speaking to wake him.
As if sensing Hunter's approach, Winston opened his eyes.
Those eyes have always been Hunter's favorite.
Now that they were so close to him, Hunter just wanted to keep watching.
And Winston had no intention of looking away, until two or three seconds later, he suddenly put his fingers against Hunter's chin and moved his face away.
"Do you want to eat me?"
"Yeah. Will you let me eat?" Hunter said with a smile.
Owen said that if you want to tease Winston, remember to be shameless, and the more shameless you say and do, the better.
Although what he taught himself has so far been useless, Hunter remembered that he had been rectified by this guy before, and thought that it would be good to be shameless and skinless.
Could it be possible that Winston could still break up with him? If he gets angry, he can just say "joking" by joking.
"Can you eat me?" Winston asked back, then got up and walked to the bathroom.
"Why can't I eat any more?" Hunter raised his chin and followed behind him in dissatisfaction.
"I'm big there."
Winston said this expressionlessly, and closed the bathroom door.
After Hunter realized what the other party was referring to, his ears turned red again.
What round is this? If it is shameless, he is not a match for Winston at all!
Hunter lay on the bed and texted Owen, constantly complaining frantically.
Owen: Is it really useless
Hunter: No use for ghosts!
Owen: Calculate how long Winston has been in the bathroom and let me know.
Hunter: What's the use of calculating that
Owen: According to the calculation results, I will tell you.
Hunter glanced at the time on his phone and waited for Winston to come out while choking.
When Xiaoxiaoluo passed three levels, Hunter still didn't wait for Winston to come out. He glanced at the time on the phone, my God, it's been soaking for almost forty minutes, right
Hunter became a little worried, turned from the bed, came to the door of the bathroom, and knocked on the door: "Hey - Winston! Are you okay? You won't faint from the bubble, right?"
"Well - I'm fine, you go to bed first."
For some reason, Hunter seemed to be able to imagine Winston's expression at the moment. He was leaning against the bathtub, raising his chin high, as if he was enduring something, as if on the verge of a trigger.
Hunter had wanted to say that if Winston forgot to bring a change of clothes, he could go in and see it himself.
But on second thought, what is it, Winston is not him, and he never loses his mind!
Disappointed Hunter lay back on the bed and saw a text message from Owen: Is Winston out
Hunter: No, more than forty minutes.
Owen: Oh, good job.
Hunter: What does it do well
Owen: Keep the status quo and keep working hard.
Hunter rolled his eyes.
Holding his phone, he could only continue to clear Xiaoxiaole. When the bathroom door opened, Hunter immediately looked over and saw Winston wearing a bathrobe and wiping his hair with a towel.
His hair was rarely messy, and Hunter's Xiaoxiao music prompted game over, but he couldn't help but keep looking at Winston.
"Why did you stay in the bathroom for so long? I was wondering whether to break in and take you out of the faint!"
"I got a massage in there."
"massage?"
"The bathtub comes with a massage function," Winston said lightly.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you could see the button in the bathtub."
"..." Hunter opened his mouth, feeling as if he had missed a hundred million.
Winston blew his hair, lifted the quilt, and when his knees were bent, they were completely exposed from the hem of the bathrobe. Hunter glanced at each other out of the corner of his eyes and swallowed subconsciously.
Winston took out a book as usual and read it against the head of the bed.
Realizing that he and Winston were now lying under a quilt, Hunter suddenly became nervous.
He has to seize every opportunity to be in close contact with each other! Is there anything more intimate than in the same quilt
Hunter deliberately switched to a mobile game called "Bomb Armageddon," which simulates airplane driving through the balance of the phone.
Hunter clasped the phone with both hands, kept turning his body, pretending to concentrate on customs clearance, slowly bent his legs under the quilt, and at the most dangerous moment suddenly fell his legs in Winston's direction, directly on the opponent's leg.
Winston's leg seemed to vibrate, then he lifted it and pushed Hunter's leg back.
"You pressed me, sit down a little."
Winston lowered his eyes and flipped through his book without raising his eyelids.
Hunter's heart was a little stuffed.
Ah... ah... Why are you pushing me away so mercilessly
Anyway, let me put in a few more seconds!
Hunter put the phone down in frustration, looked at Winston and said, "I'm dead."
"Can you talk to me when you're dead?" Winston casually turned to another page.
"I said my game was dead! Because you hit me just now!"
"Didn't you bump me?" Winston finally put the book down and turned his face to look at Hunter.
His hair has not been trimmed, but just casually staggered around his cheeks and ears, and from this angle, in Hunter's eyes, it is extremely sexy.
Hunter had wanted to keep talking vexatiously, as long as Winston didn't keep reading, but he found he couldn't keep up.
"What are you playing?" Winston asked.
"Bombing the end of the world!" Mentioning the game, Hunter was excited for a long time, "This is a mobile game! It's like playing Formula 1 on a mobile phone! You can even fight online!"
"Oh." Winston lowered his head and continued to read.
Hunter deeply realized what Audrey Wilson meant when he said that traveling with Winston would be awkward.
With a sigh, Hunter turned sideways to lie under the quilt and texted Owen: I accidentally touched him, and he wasn't happy.
Owen: What did you touch him with? your little hunter
Hunter: Shit! my leg!
Owen: He probably didn't let you touch him because he was afraid he wanted to fold your legs.
Hunter was stunned. After thinking for a few seconds, he finally understood what the other party meant. He was so angry that he almost threw the phone out.
"Hunter." Winston put the book down and looked sideways at him.
"what?"
"Who are you texting these days?"
When Winston asked this question, Hunter suddenly felt guilty.
"No one with whom? Just to harass the rest of the team!"
"Really? When I was in Sapporo with you before, I didn't realize you were so fond of texting."
"That's because... because you've been reading books! Ignore me!"
Hunter casually found a reason.
"It does sound like I'm not good." Winston took out his phone. "The name of the game you just said was Bombing Armageddon, right?"
"yes!"
"I'll come down and play with you."
Hunter's eyes lit up: "You can play games?"
"Answer me a question if you lose," Winston said.
"sure!"
Just a question!
Then Hunter regretted it.
He was crushed by Winston from the first round until the end.
He has deep doubts about his game life for so many years.
"Do you often play Doomsday Bombing?" Hunter threw his phone away, suddenly feeling that he was being tricked by Winston.
"I hardly play games," said Winston, looking Hunter in the eyes. "So answer my question now—are you in a relationship?"
At that moment, Hunter was stunned.
The question was completely beyond Hunter's expectations.
"Okay, let me change the question, who are you texting to?"
Winston was almost lying on the pillow looking up at him, but Hunter felt something penetrate his body.
"Didn't I say it just now? With the team..."
"Then can I look at your phone?" Winston held out his hand to Hunter.
"You... you check my phone?" Hunter looked in disbelief.
"I won you. I'm asking you a question, I need to check if what you're saying is true or false, don't I?"
Hunter swallowed. He wanted to say that was his privacy, but Winston kept looking at him. The look in those eyes had already seen him through.
It was the first time Winston had made such a request of him.
Hunter thought for a while, and he had already deleted all the text messages with Owen, leaving only the one "He probably was afraid that he wanted to fold your legs, so he wouldn't let you continue to touch him."
If Winston asked, he would say that the guy was sarcastic with nonsense.
He handed the phone to Winston, who held it, still looking into Hunter's eyes.
"Tell me, who are you dating? If so, I won't read your text messages." There was no expression on Winston's face, not even the slight smile that teased him.
Is he angry
Hunter suddenly became uncertain.
If he answered that he was in a relationship, he would not read text messages and would not find himself texting Owen. But he didn't want Winston to think he liked someone else at all!
Calm down, Hunter.
What if Winston found out he was texting with Owen
Didn't you say you want to break through yourself
Think about the words Winston said to you in the past, "I want to soak you" and so on, you have to have no bottom line!
"I want to fall in love with you!"
Hunter lowered his body, hooked his finger at Winston, and motioned for the other party to return the phone.
"What did you say? Talk to me?" Winston propped his chin and tapped his fingers on Hunter's phone, as if they were on Hunter's heart.
"Yes, you are educated, literate, and a top driver. You have a plan, and you don't need to use your brain when you are with you. The most important thing is that you are willing! You can rent an entire hot spring hotel, and you will invite I eat the most expensive dinner and you will spend your most precious time with me..."
Hunter realized that his words were more and more like a confession.
What if Winston didn't feel right, and he simply distanced himself from him
For the first time, Hunter felt too fucking out of his mind.
"It's always someone else who planned everything for me, and I only plan when I'm with you."
"You said it, because I can't be trusted."
"Rent an entire spa hotel, or treat you to the most expensive dinner. I can give you more."
Such an answer exceeded Hunt's expectations.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Hunter was special all night.
Hunter: What's special
Winston: It seems that the heroic death function is turned on.
Hunter: What heroic death
Winston: I miss you to death.