He subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his upper lip, Owen paused, and said in a low voice, "See if he won't kill you..."
"what?"
"Nothing! Have fun Hunter! One lick, two, three licks are the same!" Owen said encouragingly, squinting.
Hunter literally cracked it a third of the way through with a click, and there was jam in it!
Hunter suddenly felt that this candy was too creative.
He raised his head and poured the jam into his mouth: "Well... its filling is better than the sugar coating on the outside!"
Owen showed a nasty smile, but unfortunately was blocked by the phone, and pointedly said: "Of course the sandwich inside is delicious!"
Half an hour later, Winston, who was finishing his meeting with the sponsor, walked out of the venue with one hand in his pocket.
And his phone kept vibrating, indicating that there was a text message.
He took out his phone, and the text message showed Hunter's name. The text message was: A fan sent me a funny lollipop.
The fingertips slid lightly, a picture of Hunter leaning back against the pillow, his hair was a little messy, and he looked helplessly as if he was being forced into a pitiful expression, and the slightly spit out tongue touched the gap at the top of the lollipop.
Winston tightened his fingers on the phone.
The text message came again: I can't swallow it at all!
A photo followed, with Hunter frowning and half-sucking it in. His ears were all red.
The third text message is here again: so just bite it off!
A middle image of Hunter biting a lollipop appeared on the screen, with childish unwillingness and childishness.
A fourth text message followed: the jam in it was delicious!
Winston's fingers swiped down quickly, and what he saw was Hunter tilting his head up, pouring the jam from the half of the lollipop into his mouth. The crew neck of his T-shirt is slanted to one side, and the left collarbone is almost completely in the frame. From this angle, you can still vaguely see the tip of his tongue sticking out, almost touching the jam flowing from the icing.
Winston's shoulders froze, his fingers tightening on the phone.
"Damn... I knew this kid was so sexy, I should have killed him when he was in the club!"
Nicky's voice came from Winston's side.
Winston snapped the phone away, but Nicky reached out to stop it.
"Let me take another look! Or send it to me! I promise not to show it to anyone else!"
Winston's icy gaze swept over.
Nikki took a step back. "That...he's going to send you a picture like this...that means you've got him, right?"
Winston said nothing.
But Nicky felt that such Winston was horrifying.
His gaze crushed Nikki's nerves, his teeth clenched visibly, his sullen emotions about to burst.
"You… isn't he hooking you?" Nicky didn't understand why Winston was angry.
Winston turned and left with a cold face, no matter how the staff shouted, he never looked back.
It was the first time Nicky had seen the man lose his grace and ease.
When he walked out of the news center, he immediately called Hunter back.
Hunter in Owen's room saw the name displayed on the phone, his arm trembled, and the phone almost fell to the ground, but fortunately Owen caught it for him.
"Hey, don't say you're here with me, and don't say you saw me tonight," Owen warned.
Needless to say, I know it too. I just guessed that he was texting with Owen before, and Winston had such a big reaction.
If he finds out that he entered Owen's room in the middle of the night... Maybe he will end the friendship!
Hunter took a breath and pretended to call out the other person's name as usual: "Hey! Winston, are you still in the news center?"
"Where are you?"
Winston's voice was deep.
"I'm in... a hotel room!"
"yes?"
The phone hangs up.
It just hangs up like that!
Hunter looked at Owen: "This... what's the matter?"
Owen understood in an instant: "Oops! You obviously didn't take those pictures yourself! You hooked him with sugar, how did you take the pictures! In his opinion, there must be someone else in the room, and he is absolutely angry! He must be going now Catch you in your room!"
"No... it's impossible!" Hunter let out a cold sweat.
"How impossible! Hunter, you succeeded, he is jealous!"
Owen hugged Hunter's back, turned his head and stuffed the box of candy into Hunter's arms towards me, and drove him out of the door: "Go back now! Go back to your room! What are you doing standing there stupidly! If Winston finds out you lied to him, he'll find out who you're with!"
"Hey, don't make it look like he loves me!"
"Does he love me if he doesn't love you! Remember, don't tell me if you die. Otherwise, neither Winston nor I will let you go."
Owen's eyes were absolutely serious.
Hunter was about to shout "Why?" when Owen drove him out the door.
Across the door, he did not forget to remind him: "It's an old saying, don't refuse Winston whatever he wants! Otherwise, you won't want to participate in the next race!"
"I'll wipe it!" Hunter reached out and pointed his middle finger at the door.
"If you don't run, Winston will be at your door!"
Hunter was shocked, he immediately ran to the elevator, and it took him a long time to get up.
At this time, he was very anxious, although he knew in his heart that Winston hadn't rushed from the news center to his hotel so quickly, but what if Winston left the news center early
Hunter's 100-meter sprint has never been so fast in his life.
He rushed all the way from Hanjue to his hotel, desperately pressing the elevator, he didn't expect that he would be able to return to his room within five minutes, but the moment he took out the room card, he was still a little nervous.
Could Winston have already been here
Hunter pushed open the door, turned on the light, and threw the box of lollipops on the bed, panting heavily. Fortunately, the distance was short and he didn't sweat much.
For those few short minutes, Hunter sat alone on the mattress.
He found himself anxious.
Is Winston really coming
Or was he really angry because of the photos he posted and wouldn't come at all
Wait, what's so angry about those photos? There is no reason to be angry at all!
Hunter's heels kept kicking the bed, constantly looking at the watch, the more he waited, the more anxious he became.
Suddenly, I miss him.
Even a cold-faced Winston can.
At this moment, a knock on the door rang and landed on his heart.
It was a rhythm unique to Winston. Hunter jumped out of bed like an electric shock, opened the door, and saw Winston.
"Winston!" Hunter showed a big smile.
But Winston's eyes were like frost.
His eyes glanced at Hunter and into the room.
Hunter was very fortunate that he had come back.
Winston walked in, sat down on Hunter's bed, and glanced sideways at the head of his bed.
The man had a cold and solemn aura all over his body, and Hunter was suddenly a little scared.
He had never been so cold in front of him, at least since the first time he was heard in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix.
Such a Winston... was not normal... at least not the man Hunter was familiar with who felt alienated from anyone but never displeased.
"Did you know that the pillow in the photo is different from the pillow in your room?" Winston asked Hunter softly, raising his eyes.
The heart was tightly clasped, and even the blood was blocked.
"I..." Hunter opened his mouth, he couldn't find any reason to explain. Damn Owen, if you want to take pictures, take them here!
"Do you know the distance in the picture you sent me, that there is another person taking the picture for you?" Winston asked again.
Still so soft.
It used to be gentle, but now it feels oppressive.
Hunter still couldn't answer. He wasn't even sure if Owen had deliberately let Winston see through it!
"Do you know that you are well-known, and that everyone at the front desk of the hotel knows you?"
Hunter's heart rattled, and it was over.
"I asked casually, is Evan Hunt of the Marcus team back? They told me very enthusiastically that you were back in full swing a few minutes ago."
Hunter didn't dare to look into Winston's eyes anymore.
"Why are you lying to me?"
Hunter felt stupid... yeah, why would he lie
At this time, Winston got up.
"Winston..."
"Hunter, have you been texting Lawrence Owen all this time?"
His fingers reached over, gently brushing Hunter's messy hair behind his ears, knuckles sliding softly across his auricles.
His eyes fell slightly, like a door, inviting Hunter... Be sure to come in before it closes completely.
It's just this kind of tenderness that makes Hunter feel unfamiliar and uneasy.
Hunter remembered Owen's warning. But what can Irving do to himself
At most, fight each other on the track! It's not necessarily who will go out!
At this moment, the last thing he wanted was to lie to Winston.
Because he felt that suddenly, this man was far away from him.
"I did text Owen and he was teaching me..."
"Do you like him?" Winston asked again, still in the same suppressed voice, but with a hint of urgency.
This time, he leaned towards Hunter, the tip of his nose was so close, in his eyes, everything about him became transparent.
"How is that possible? He's not mine!"
Hunt had absolutely no idea that Winston would think so.
"But I think he's a lot like yours. He's not a woman, but he has a pretty face and bewildering eyes."
Winston turned his face sideways, as if to see Hunter from another angle.
"I never thought he was beautiful!"
"And he never sticks to the rules, always making you feel challenged and fresh."
"What? I'm not interested in him at all!"
What the heck is a challenge and freshness!
"Then tell me, Hunter... You suddenly became close, you text him almost every day, why?"
Winston lowered his eyes, his forehead on Hunter's.
Hunter didn't know what to do. Should he tell Winston the truth? What if I'm hated by Winston
The more he retreated, the more Winston stepped forward, until Hunter found his back against the wall.
So uncomfortable.
Don't get so close to me... Your breath, the way you look at me, the air you bring when you're close makes me want to have it.
When there was no turning back, Hunter clenched his fists. This has been covered up, which is very hard for Hunter. He was originally someone who couldn't hide, and felt excited and impatient even for a minute.
Since he was not satisfied, he would rather ask for more.
"You said... no matter what happens, none of us are allowed to cut off our friendship." Hunter said seriously.
I just like you, why can't I say it
It's no big deal to be rejected, the world doesn't revolve around me anyway, and whoever I like, doesn't necessarily like me madly.
If you don't say it a second ago, you don't say it now, and suddenly you won't realize that I like you at some point in the future.
Just like every corner, if I don't rush into the buffer zone, I have to surpass the opponent's determination. I only have to passively be surpassed!
"Lawrence Owen is teaching me how to catch you." Hunter raised his head and looked into Winston's eyes.
No dodging, no hesitation.
For Hunter, it was the bravest moment of his life.
He wanted Winston to know exactly what he wanted.
"I know you will find it disdainful or ridiculous! Anyway, every time I try to attract you, it will end in failure! I deliberately play with you by your side, I deliberately go to the bathroom without clothes, I deliberately shake the bed with you Dawn knew that I wanted to kiss you, bite you, and strip you! I deliberately tried to use my toes to lift your pants under the table in a movie, but I touched Owen... I deliberately took those pictures for you, but you didn't move! Well, I failed! Then please tell me what the hell I have to do to make you like me!"
Hunter roared in a fit of rage.
He felt that he was really amazing. At such a tense moment, every word came out without stuttering a word in his head. He really admired himself.
Even if Winston turned away, he was ready to stalk him.
He looked at Winston like that, waiting for his reaction.
The heart beats to shatter the world, and after all the courage is used up, the anxiety is about to crush Hunter.
He doesn't regret it, but tears are about to fall. The air seemed to have turned cold from the unbearable heat just now.
Hunter raised his eyes... Seeing Winston's eyes widen for the first time, he tried his best to restrain himself but was absolutely surprised.
Time has become slow but it seems to be expanding rapidly, and every heartbeat is like ice falling on the flames, melting rapidly, and evaporating with excitement.
It made Hunter feel so fulfilled, who else but him could make Vann Winston look like that
But the surprise was immediately overturned by some emotion Hunter didn't understand.
The tension between them is like a planet that has been compressed to the extreme. When it erupts, it will burst the universe.
Hunter leaned to the other side subconsciously, and before he had time to move, Winston's palm clasped his shoulder.
He pressed down sharply, paranoid and decisive.
Hunter didn't have time to exclaim, something was holding his lips so hard that the back of his head slammed into the wall, and his spine was almost disjointed. of the oral cavity.
Stirring like crazy, the tip of Hunter's tongue was stirred and squeezed and even sucked by the other party until it hurt!
what is this…
Hunter's mind went blank.
Winston turned his face to the side, and Hunter looked at his completely sunk eyes, and finally realized it was a kiss.
Winston was kissing him
Is he actually kissing him
The hands that were firmly in control of the steering wheel were now out of control.
They held Hunter's face and forced him to open his mouth.
Winston stopped suddenly, as if he was extremely depressed, breathing hard. His breath seemed to burn Hunter to the bone.
"Say it again... say it again..."
His voice was subdued and warm, and Hunter had never seen such a Winston.
"Say... say what..."
"What do you want? Tell me what you want..."
Winston's palm stroked Hunter's face hard, as if he would kill Hunter if his answer wasn't what he wanted.
"I...I want you...always be by my side...I love you."
Hunter swallowed, looking at the other's eyes burning hot.
Winston's kiss was so forceful, so clearly present.
This seemed to be the first time that the person he cared about had responded to him.
"I want you too... I want you like crazy." Winston's voice came out between his teeth, as if wanting the person in front of him was a gnashing and piercing thing.
"When?" Hunter was dumbfounded... Such a response made him think it was a dream, right
Had his plan to attract Winston succeeded
It's just that the expression on this guy's face is too small, and he didn't realize it
"I saw you for the first time."
As soon as the words fell, Winston's kiss swept over again.
What? the first time
Hunter subconsciously opened his lips to greet him, and the blood burned wildly the moment his lips touched.
Winston intervened discontentedly, as if to make Hunter part of himself by kissing him.
Collision and entanglement, tightening and possession, all stir Hunter's nerves.
It was completely different from the kiss he had envisioned, full of masculine explosiveness and bursting possessiveness.
Winston was pushing so hard that Hunter had to tighten his muscles or be strangled in his arms. His palms impatiently roamed Hunter's body, which was completely different from the usual pampering of children younger than him, and it almost crushed Hunter to pieces.
"Um... um..." The lack of oxygen made Hunter dizzy, but Winston had no intention of stopping.
He was like a racing car racing off the track, just wanting to enjoy the wetness and softness of Hunter's mouth.
Hunter had to raise his hand to hit his back, and the tip of his tongue struggled to push him out. When he got a little space, Hunter immediately turned his head and took a deep breath.
In less than a second, Winston clasped his cheek, forcing him to endure the entanglement of kisses and tongues again.
Even if Hunter wanted to turn his face away, Winston would use his tongue to force him to meet him head-on.
Hunter felt that he had been pushed into the center of the high-speed corner, and was madly crushed by Winston, and was about to derail and crash into powder!
Inexplicable fear came to his heart after incredible joy, and Hunter subconsciously raised his knees and pressed against Winston's abdomen.
He just wanted to take back a little bit of control, even if it took a second to breathe, but Winston's reaction was faster than Hunter could have imagined, pressing his knee down.
Winston withdrew from Hunter's lips with all his might. Hunter took a deep breath, but was carried by Winston on his shoulders.
At that moment, he could feel the muscles in the man's shoulders and back tighten, and his heart tightened.
He was thrown on the bed with a clatter, and Hunter was dazed. He had just turned over to prop up his upper body, Winston's right knee fell between his legs, his hands were clasped on Hunter's wrists, and the whole person was like a beast ready to go forward. Tilting, Hunter was pressed back by him.
"I'll be out of breath!" Hunter called out in advance.
The other side turned his face, the tip of his tongue touched the gap between Hunter's lips, and he licked it lightly. The feeling of slipping in and out made Hunter unable to hold back. He had never been kissed like this before, and he was dizzy, Wens The tip of Dun's tongue hooked, and Hunter subconsciously stretched out his tongue to touch the other's lips, and took the initiative to kiss the other's lips. Before he had time to suck, he fell into Winston's trap.
Hunter's reaction made Winston completely subverted at this moment, and all the restraint, rationality, grace, gentleman that Hunter was familiar with was all broken and found. The man let loose, wild, even brusquely, his desires gushing out.
Hunter was pushed back onto the mattress, his head still shaking, and Winston's kisses came like a tsunami.
He twisted his shoulders to struggle, the opponent's fingers tightly clasped his hand and pressed against his ear, he couldn't exert any strength at this angle.
Winston's tongue licked every inch of his mouth tightly without restraint, over and over again tirelessly, harder and harder each time.
His desire completely subverted Hunter's imagination.
The man who once thought that he had no desire to release the other side without any cover in front of him.
"uh... uh..."
Hunter was forced to lift his face, and his neck, which was strong enough to resist the centripetal force of the curve, was almost unable to bear Winston's kiss at this moment.
Tears fell from the corners of Hunter's eyes, not because of fear, but because of too much force.
Winston finally let go of Hunter's lips, kissed the corners of his lips broken and irrational, took his chin, licked the tip of his tongue and sucked hard.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: I'm going to show my sword.
Hunter: You... you... If you dare to show your sword, I'll show it!
Winston: Oh, how are you being so cheap
Hunter: Let you show it, you can't poke it!
Winston: Yes, I've got the underground garage ready. Where do you think it's cheap
Hunter: …