"Apart from racing, only you are worth my time."
Hunter suddenly felt hot in his heart at that moment.
"Do you feel harsh if you use this as a standard for demanding your lover?"
Winston smiled and returned the phone to Hunter.
That smile made Hunter feel that he was unconditionally cherished by the other party.
If so, could he be a little more presumptuous
"You don't read my text messages anymore?"
"I'm not that bored." Winston regained his composure.
"I wouldn't ask my lover to invite me to the most expensive dinner and stay in the best hotel, that's what men do." Hunter said seriously looking into the other's eyes.
I think you understand, I really want you to understand... Winston, I don't want more than what you're giving me now.
"Then what are your standards?"
"No matter what the final result is, at least there was a long-lasting determination." Hunter lay back in the quilt, "I know, this is more difficult to achieve than the most expensive dinner and hotel."
"Yes."
"Do you know what my vision was for a place like the Burj Al Arab?" Hunter turned his face to Winston.
And Winston also looked at him, his expression soft, without the sharpness on the field.
All I want is when I look at you, you look at me the same way.
"Oh, what are your plans?"
"Hugging, kissing, rolling the sheets like crazy... that's the only way to fare!"
"You're a vulgar."
"Or else? Isn't that what the hotel does?"
"I thought you'd say... lying in bed like this, and when I looked at you, you were looking at me."
Hunter froze, why... why did Winston always know what he was thinking? Even the most secretive, what he never said
"But when it comes to hugging, kissing and rolling the sheets, your skills must be terrible. Money can't save you."
"What? My skills suck! How do you know if you haven't tried it!" Hunter immediately sat up.
"Ha, as expected, if you say that your skills are bad, your hair will explode. But I have tried your skills." Winston looked at Hunter, raised his fingers and gently touched his lower lip, slowly downward, Just when Hunter was about to see the tip of his tongue, he stopped.
The blood is still, the heart is in the air.
"I... I was drunk at the time! I don't know what I'm doing!"
"Oh, so does kissing still require thinking?"
"One day you will marvel at my level!"
Hunter pointed to each other.
"I've always been amazed at your level."
Winston's answer struck Hunter as perfunctory.
"Hey! You are underestimating me! Aren't you inexperienced?"
"I'm a lot more experienced than you. I've always been ready to simulate it thousands of times in my head."
Winston reached out and rubbed the top of Hunter's head.
This made his unhappiness skyrocket, and he turned over suddenly and sat directly on Winston's waist.
"Simulation in your mind is a shit! Do you want to try it! My technology is definitely more valuable than the simulation in your mind!"
Hunter lowered his head slightly and looked down at each other, a sense of superiority that he never had on the track.
Winston's expression was surprised. This was the first time Hunter clearly knew that he had gone beyond what this guy expected.
But that kind of surprise made Hunter inexplicably uneasy.
"What are you rambling about? By brain simulation I mean the Grand Prix."
"..." Hunter wanted to punch the guy.
"However, if it's something else... I don't mind you giving it a try..."
Winston raised his chin, his beautiful neck was in front of Hunter, and Hunter suddenly understood why he kissed his neck when he was drunk.
"Pleasure me... drive me crazy."
Winston looked at Hunter, his eyes so narrow that Hunter didn't know if this was what Winston was expecting, or if he was playing tricks on himself.
All he knew was that the man in front of him was terribly sexy.
At the moment when he was in a trance, Winston's waist slammed upwards, and Hunter almost turned over. All the charming thoughts were thrown away, and Hunter's waist was firmly clasped by a pair of hands.
"That's what you're capable of."
"Hey! Look down on me!"
Hunter, who was a little hesitant at first, now feels that he must kiss this guy!
He pressed down on the other person's shoulder, and he was going to kiss the other person's lips no matter what. Who knew that Winston would deliberately turn sideways and try to shake Hunter down. He turned his face sideways, and Hunter's cheek bumped against him. Together.
Maintaining his balance with one hand, Hunter chased Winston's face and saw that he was about to hit the target. Before he could kiss, Winston's waist suddenly lifted up. This time, it was very large, and Hunter was directly shaken. down.
The moment he fell on the bed, Hunter's face slammed into the quilt. Before he could recover, he felt his waist sink as Winston rolled over and sat on it.
"Damn it! Get me down!" Hunter was about to sit up when Winston put all his strength on it, Hunter fell back, and his chin hit the pillow again.
"Your skills are really superb. You will be back pressured in a second. Women will find it unchallenging."
Feeling Winston bend down and speak in Hunter's ear, the warm breath made Hunter tense even more. He tried to prop himself up with his arms, but who knew that Winston would hold him down. buttocks, pushed him down.
During the struggle, Winston managed to keep his hands on Hunter's buttocks, making him unable to lift it up no matter how hard he tried.
Hunter struggled for a long time, but he couldn't shake the opponent down, which made Hunter extremely angry.
"Get me up! Let me up!"
"It's already eleven o'clock. What are you up for? Go to sleep." Winston's voice was lazy.
"I'm getting up!" Hunter tapped the pillow with his hand.
"Are you still playing?"
"Stop playing!"
Watch me play you to death later!
"Why do I think you're waiting for an opportunity to get revenge?"
"I won't be able to catch up with you in my next life! I've decided to live with the status quo!"
Don't let me take a chance! I'm sure you'll be crushed to the point that you can't lift your head!
Winston lifted his leg and flipped back to its original position with ease.
Hunter felt the weight off his body and let out a breath.
Today's bath was a waste of time, and he was sweating again.
As if venting his anger, Hunter raised his leg and kicked in Winston's direction, who knew that the other party would buckle his ankle again.
"Damn it! Do you know what I'm doing!"
His sudden move was blocked by the opponent!
Hunter tried to pull his foot back, but the other party clasped it tightly.
"Of course I know exactly what you want to do."
"You know the shit!"
I want to kiss you, bite you and insult you, you know
Don't think you know me well!
"Oh, how else would I catch you?" Winston's thumb circled around Hunter's ankle, and Hunter's heart followed.
Hunter sat up to break Winston's fingers apart, who knew that this guy directly lifted Hunter's ankle, and Hunter suddenly fell back on the bed.
So heartbroken!
Regardless, Hunter stepped on Winston's arm with the other foot, but the other's knuckles clasped the other ankle, no matter how much Hunter kicked it, it was useless, the other side just sat there, No matter Hunter struggled, the opponent was as stable as Mount Tai.
Hunter's whole person is about to come across.
After more than ten seconds, Hunter decided to give up.
He pulled the quilt over himself, and said in a big way, "Just pull it if you like, I'm going to sleep!"
After that, Hunter pulled the pillow over and put it under his head.
He had only slept for a while on the way to Dubai, but now he is very tired. Once his mood is relaxed, he falls into sleep, his breathing becomes smooth and elongated, and he puts one hand to his ear, like a child.
Winston slowly let go of Hunter's ankle and got up to come to his side.
Lightly clasping his hand on the pillow, his freed legs curled up, and Winston touched his lips lightly.
Hunter didn't respond.
Winston put his arms around his shoulders and the other hand on his waist, almost cradling him back into his sleeping position.
The lights in the room went out. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows is the faintly undulating sea water under the starlight.
Winston turned his face to the side and put his arms around Hunter, fingers twisting the ends of his hair.
Hunter moved, raised his leg, put it on Winston's waist unceremoniously, and put his other arm up.
He leaned his face toward each other, as if searching for the best angle, and rubbed the tip of his nose on Winston's shoulder.
Winston, holding Hunter's leg, also turned sideways, face to face with Hunter.
He lifted his head and kissed Hunter's upper lip softly, a slight suck, Hunter seemed to be conscious, the tip of his tongue pressed against Winston's lips, and Winston's fingers were pressed against the edge of the quilt , the shoulders are also stretched.
Hunter opened his lips slightly, and his slight breath reached Winston's lips along the pillow.
He wanted to bite his lower lip, but in the end he didn't exert any force, he took it, and his teeth brushed lightly.
Hunter, who was facing sideways, raised his chin as if to give himself to the other party. Winston's fingers gently brushed his forehead, and finally clenched his fist and stepped back slightly.
That's how I spent my first night in Dubai.
It was nine o'clock in the morning when Hunter woke up.
He rubbed his eyes and saw Winston standing beside the bed, putting on a T-shirt, stretching his muscles in one movement, making people never get tired of seeing him.
"Wake up and wash up. Who said you want to play in the water park?"
"I'll be up right away! Soon!"
To be honest, the breakfast at the Burj Al Arab was really bad, and Hunter was disappointed. But the popularity of the water park is still surprising.
Hunter and Winston went to the locker room to change into their swimming trunks. Winston glanced at Hunter and said, "Who bought your swimming trunks for you?"
"Ah? I just bought it myself."
Men's swimming trunks are the same as underwear, there is no need to pursue style!
"It's big." Winston said this indifferently, and Hunter had another illusion of being hurt by the other party.
Looking at Winston's figure, especially the bulging part, Hunter felt a little dry in his throat.
"Let's go."
Winston went out, Hunter following him.
The most interesting way of this water park is to sit on the rubber ring, from bottom to top, the water is rushing to the highest point, and then slide down from the highest point.
At the beginning of the game, Hunter heard countless shouts.
But it can't be more dangerous than a Formula 1 race.
Soon, Hunter knew he was too naive.
When the water rushed up the rubber ring Hunter was sitting on with the force from the bottom up, Hunter was embedded in the hole in the middle of the rubber ring, and with every impact, Hunter's swimming trunks were about to fall off.
"My mother—" Hunter wanted to reach out and hook his swimming trunks, but he might fall off the rubber band at any time if he let go.
It's no joke to fall down after you've been rushed so high!
Before he came, Owen specifically instructed him to buy swimming trunks one size larger. Hunter suddenly felt that this guy must be deliberately waiting for him to make a fool of himself!
He shouldn't trust Lawrence Owen!
Seeing that he was about to rush to the highest point, Hunter just relaxed a little, and the swimming trunks really rushed down!
It hung pitifully on Hunter's calf. Fortunately, tourists were washed up one by one, otherwise Hunter would be embarrassed!
Winston had been rushed to the front. Hunter wanted to shout for help, but then he was embarrassed and there was nothing to help. He could only burst into tears, praying that no one would notice when he slipped down. to him!
When he slid down the spiral slide at high speed, he was unprepared for the moment he fell into the water.
Oops - his swimming trunks fell into the water!
Hunter could only cover himself through the hole in the middle of the rubber band, and reached into the water to try to find his swimming trunks.
But I didn't catch anything for a long time, and more and more people came down.
The only consolation for Hunter was that it seemed like he wasn't the only one who washed away the trunks...
At this time, Winston walked towards Hunter with one hand pulling the rubber band, and the water was just over his waist.
"What's the matter with you?" Winston asked.
"I'm... out of swimming trunks..." Hunter whispered, approaching Winston.
"Where is it?" Winston's eyebrows seemed to frown. But at least he didn't mean to blame him.
"When you come down." Hunter felt super embarrassed.
"There will be water flowing down, and it may be washed farther." Winston glanced ahead.
"Then what should I do? I can't let me go up naked, can I?" Hunter wanted to cry without tears.
"Who asked you to buy swimming trunks that big?" Winston snorted softly.
"...I didn't expect it to be that big..."
"I didn't expect it? It's big at a glance." Winston pushed his rubber band to Hunter. "You hold it for me, I'll go look for it."
"So many people, how do you find them?"
As soon as Hunter finished speaking, Winston bent down and plunged into the water. That gesture was called elegance and strength, and although it was only for a moment, Hunter felt very blessed.
Ten minutes later, Hunter was so stupidly wearing a rubber band, holding one in his hand, waiting for Winston to come back.
Even if you can't find swimming trunks, you can ask the amusement park to borrow a bath towel to wrap it up.
At this moment, Winston walked in his direction from a few meters away, against the flow of people, as if he was carrying something in his hand.
"Take it." Winston tossed his swimming trunks, almost not throwing them in Hunter's face.
Hunter was nervous, didn't catch it, and fell into the water again.
He was about to grab the swimming trunks that were drifting far away when Winston hooked it.
"Do you want me to find it for you?"
"No no no! So you can find it! You are simply Aladdin! Any wish you make can come true!" Hunt did not forget to flatter.
Winston removed Hunter's rubber band from the top of his head. At this height, he could still faintly see that Hunter's swimming trunks were gone. Winston pulled his pants and said, "Come in with your legs."
Hunter quickly raised his legs and quickly put on his swimming trunks.
Feeling Winston's fingers sliding his swimming trunks up his thighs, especially after he put them on, he lifted the back for him, as if wrapping his arms around his waist, and Hunter's heartbeat became abnormal again.
"Let's go."
After Winston reminded, he pulled the rubber band of the two and walked towards the shore.
"Still playing?" Winston asked.
Hunter shook his head immediately.
He doesn't want to lose his swimming trunks again, but he can't find them every time!
"Then go back. We'll wash the sand in the afternoon."
"Sand flushing is good!"
"Be careful your pants are washed out again."
"Ah? Will sand flushing wash my pants off?"
"Are you all right?" Winston glanced at him and walked forward.
Only then did Hunter understand that he was taunting himself by washing his pants off in the sand.
After lunch, Winston drove Hunter to the edge of the desert. The reddish desert seems to be undulating with the wind, as vast as the sea.
It was the first time Hunter saw such a scene with his own eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"Winston! Take a picture for me!"
Hunter threw the phone to the other side, and then competed with a scissors hand.
"Your posture is stupid, you know that?"
"Okay... Are you going to take a picture of me?"
"You change your posture, and I'll take a picture for you."
"Do you have hatred for Scissorhands?"
Hunter thought for a while and changed to a posture with open arms.
Winston gave him a press and threw the phone back to him.
"You wait for me." Hunter quickly followed.
They joined a sand rushing team with a lot of young people.
Winston already had a good appearance, and soon several young female college students came to strike up a conversation. The excuse is to help take pictures or something.
Normally, no one would refuse to help, but Winston lowered his chin slightly and said, "Sorry, I'm not good at taking pictures."
Hunter was about to burst into laughter.
The girls showed regretful expressions. Hunter was angry just now, but now he suddenly realizes that Winston doesn't like to take pictures of people, which is also an advantage.
At this moment, a young boy suddenly shouted: "Ah! You are Vann Winston - Ferrari's Winston! I am your fan!"
"What? You said he was the Winston who won several championships?"
"Won several championships" is not a person who often watches Formula One at first glance. Winston won the championship, and the so-called annual championship still has to fight for points. Last year's championship was Charles, and the year before was Irving.
Of course, the chances of winning this year are great, with Winston just two points short of catching Irving.
But it goes to show that even people who don't follow Formula 1 have heard the name Vann Winston.
"Can we take a photo with you if we want?" Winston's young car fan took out his phone.
Hunter expressed deep sympathy for him in his heart. Who do you like, do you have to like him
Sure enough, Winston lowered his chin in a standard way to express his apology: "I'm sorry, I don't like taking pictures very much."
The car fan really showed a regretful expression, probably because Winston's indifferent image had already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and he was not angry at all.
"It's also my honor to be able to wash the sand with you!"
Omg, die-hard fan!
Hunter touched his chin with envy.
When will he have his own diehard fans!
"Are you Evan Hunt of the Marcus team?" The young fan finally noticed him.
"Ah, I am."
"Winston fans know you're his best friend! I've noticed you since Montreal! By the time we got to Silverstone, it was an admiration! You're amazing! Previous Forum There are still people who don't understand why Winston is interested in you, but after every game, you are refreshing our understanding of you! Everyone is looking forward to the day when you and Winston can become teammates!"
"Isn't it an opponent?" Hunter smiled.
Probably because Hunter was obviously easier to get along with than Winston, and because he was close to Winston, the young man stuck to Hunter almost all the time.
The other party was very cheerful, but Hunter didn't hate it at all, and secretly told him some of Winston's habits. For example, what kind of cigarettes are smoked before the game, and how mature are the steaks ordered
At this time, the sand rush team began to allocate vehicles. Winston opened the door and shouted at Hunter: "Hunter—"
"Ah! That guy called me! Forgot to tell you, he hates being late!" After that, Hunter ran in the direction of Winston.
The motorcade undulates up and down the dunes, as if in the waves.
Hunter, who was full of expectations at first, was disappointed.
"It doesn't seem to be exciting at all." Hunter tilted his head and looked at Winston aside.
The other party's expression was calm, and he probably didn't feel as irritated as Hunter.
The driver of the sand truck said in Arabic accent: "Don't worry, young man! The excitement is coming!"
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Come back to the water park at the Burj Al Arab later.
Hunter: Why? I don't want to come!
Winston: I'll wrap this up, and I'll buy you swimming trunks myself.
Hunter: …Thank you
Winston: You've been showing swimming trunks and rushing down.
Hunter: …I can't talk to you properly!