Hunter tried to push him away, but his hands were still tightly clasped.
The next second, he was turned over and fell on the mattress.
Winston's kisses spread everywhere, and the burning temperature could be felt through the clothes.
His T-shirt was ripped off, and he could even hear a "hiss" cracking from his neckline.
As soon as Hunter propped himself up, his waist was buckled by the opponent, and he couldn't move at all.
"What are you doing!" Hunter panicked.
It's not what he imagined... not at all... His fingertips are shaking.
"Let me in."
Winston's voice was so hoarse that it brushed Hunter's nerves like sandpaper, and his body immediately became hot.
When he understood what the other party meant, Hunter was so shocked that his brain was split open, he instinctively kicked the other party away and was about to get out of bed, but was hugged back by the other party.
Winston pressed Hunter from behind, kissing him on the cheek, his breath astonishingly hot.
"I want you, Hunter... Don't let me endure any more..." His voice was like a flower carved out of the frost by the biting wind, and when it bloomed, it pierced Hunter's nerves and sealed everything about him.
"I... I..." At this time, Hunter was so nervous that he almost lost the ability to think, his tongue froze, and he couldn't even say a good word.
"Let me hold you... Hunter..."
The voice was light as a plea, yet so forceful as if Hunter would be hanged if he refused.
And Winston's other hand had already grabbed the back of Hunter's slacks and pulled it down.
Hunter longed to have this man, but it was definitely not the case!
"From the first time I saw you, I wanted to put you on the ground and fuck you hard..."
What
"I regret every day why in the back alley of the warehouse bar, I didn't fuck you when you were the least determined!"
Hunter was dumbfounded. He remembered the time when he was caught on fire by this guy, drank again, and the toilet in the bar was being repaired again. He had to go to the back alley to solve the problem. Was Winston thinking about those things
"I said I'm going to buy a submarine just to keep you in it...you won't be able to get anywhere..."
The breath when he spoke was right next to Hunter's ear, so hot that Hunter had to turn his face away, but Winston stuck close to his ear, pouring all his desires into Hunter's mind.
"Every time I see you sitting in the bathtub, I want to put you up and cry."
The power in Winston's voice terrified Hunter.
When he was in Dubai, the guy didn't even look at himself when he walked into the bathroom!
This is not the confession he wants to hear! Don't I like you and you like me too, and then we look at each other and hug each other
"Why do you think I would shake the mattress with you, because I also want to kiss you and bite you." Winston bit Hunter's ear, and his hands were getting more and more excessive.
It's over... it's over...
Hunter suddenly realized that he was playing with fire***!
He stiffened his back and suddenly thrust his elbow back, Winston groaned and did not let go, but instead pressed Hunter down.
"Damn—" Hunter's adrenaline surged, he grabbed the edge of the bed and propped himself up, rolled and fell, and the moment he stood up, he saw Winston, who was half-kneeling on the bed, looking at him.
It is not the anger of rejection, but the determination that must be obtained after confirmation.
Hunter's jaw was so tense that he turned and rushed out the door, and he was pretty sure Winston came down, his fingers slipping over his shoulder, nearly catching him back, and Hunter opened it The door ran wildly in the corridor, and he didn't take the elevator, and he didn't even dare to turn his head back.
He had a hunch that if he stopped now, he would definitely lose his life.
Winston is going to fuck him!
Winston is going to fuck him!
This awareness kept reverberating in his mind.
He rushed out of the hotel, not even knowing which direction he was rushing in.
The more he ran, the more sober his mind became.
Winston said he wanted him from the first time he saw him...
The first time... The first time seemed to be in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, damn it! That guy even helped him pull up his pants!
He did it on purpose! He must have done it on purpose!
At the auction, he also told him that he was willing to buy ten million dollars for the underwear he wore!
He also drove the car and said whether he liked being gentle or rough...
What else is "I want to soak you"
Hunter stopped under a certain street light and clasped his head hard... These are not jokes, these are blatant hints!
All the moments they've been through now come to think of it... Are all Vann Winston soaking him
His world fell apart. Everything used to come with a sunny filter effect.
"Ah! Ah!"
Hunter can't wait to break his head off his neck!
How are you so stupid! so stupid! so stupid! When people treat you a little better, you'll be complacent!
It's over! You like him, and you like him so much! But people have long wanted to fuck you! Looking back, I found that I had already fallen into the gentle trap carefully paved by Vann Winston!
Now how to do
He didn't dare to go back to his room. Maybe Winston was still there? Or was he caught on the way back? And then overwhelmed, and then poked to bloom!
Hunter wiped the sweat from his face, and now he realized that he was wearing nothing on his upper body, and the button of his slacks had been ripped off by Winston, and he was very depressed.
His passport is still in the room, his mobile phone is also there, he has nothing, is he going to wander until dawn
If you go to anyone on the team, you will be horrified by his appearance.
Looking for Donald
Where is the hotel where Donald stayed? he does not know!
Only Owen was left... and the Owen guy knew what was going on between him and Winston.
It's okay to be teased by this guy, at least Owen can tell him what to do next? Or... how to calm Winston
He walked all the way to the hotel where Owen was staying. It was almost two o'clock in the evening. Hunter knocked on the door for a long time, and Owen finally came to the door lazily.
"It's not that beauty doesn't open the door..."
"Lawrence Owen, open the door! I'm done!"
"Hunter?"
As soon as Owen opened the door, Hunter squeezed in immediately.
"Winston wants to fuck me!"
Hunter said nothing, opened Owen's mini-fridge, unscrewed the Coke bottle, and gulped into his stomach.
He needs to be stunned now!
After being stunned for two seconds, Owen clasped Hunter's shoulder, showing a surprised expression: "Stinky brat! You succeeded! What are you... doing here now?"
"I'm not running if he wants to get on me?" Hunter Yong looked at Owen in disbelief.
"You run... stinky boy, you really know what to say! You actually learned to say no to you? You run away like this, and Winston will definitely miss you even more."
Hunter directly sprayed Owen's face with a sip of Coke. Fortunately, Owen responded quickly, otherwise his face would be wonderful!
"Did you already know he wanted to fuck me?" Hunter grabbed Owen's neckline.
"Isn't this a matter of course? If I have a crush on someone, I'll definitely want to have her too..." Owen shrugged.
"I'm a man! Why didn't I fuck him!"
"You... you can call him to discuss, say 'If you don't let me in, I won't be nice to you' or something," Owen said irresponsibly.
"The problem is... he... he's been trying to get on with me since the first time he saw me! What about being my friend, what making me drive his Ferrari, what about traveling with me... it's all... all It's his way of approaching me... messing with me!" Hunter looked at Owen with a "do you understand" expression.
"He also let you drive his Ferrari?" Owen whistled. "It's not deliberate, Hunter, it's what it takes. A man like Winston has a well-controlled private life, including his relationships. If he wants to fuck you, he must love you very much. If he wants to get you from the first time he sees you, he will definitely get it. Unless you jump out of the window now... It’s okay to fall to death. If you don’t fall to your death, you’re not going to be stabbed in the back.”
Hunter was silent, his face turned sideways.
Even though all the time together, Winston's purpose was to attract him, and it was precisely because he knew that purpose at this moment that everything became ambiguous and heart-wrenching. He knew very well that Winston would never spend an ounce of energy on someone he didn't identify with.
If Winston really had "bad intentions" from the first time he saw him, he really endured it for a long time.
And this kind of patience will break out, because the truth that you tell the other party's self-control bursts.
What if you never fall in love with this man? How long will he endure
Should they endure until they finally can't stand to destroy the "friendship" between them, or simply turn away and never see each other again
Thinking of this... Hunter suddenly felt distressed.
If he had fallen in love with him earlier, maybe he would not have lost control like today, and he would not have run away when the other party was most expecting his response.
Patience is a very hard thing. Hunter knew that every time he endured his father's alcoholism, he wanted to stop it and was afraid of losing him forever. Winston... Probably the same.
Hunter was suddenly glad that he liked him too. Otherwise, how tormented and exhausted Winston, who had devoted all his energy to himself except racing, would be
Not that Winston was too crazy, but that he was too weak and naive.
"But he's going to fuck me... Do you know how big he is!" Hunter collapsed immediately.
"How big is it?" Owen was clearly curious.
Hunter shook the Coke bottle in his hand, widened his eyes and said, "It's so big! It's so big! Did you see it! If I couldn't beat him, he would stab him in! I don't have to jump out of the window. I just died! I just died! And I died horribly!"
Owen impatiently pressed down Hunter's constantly shaking Coke bottle: "God knows if you're showing off that your man is good enough..."
"Show off a fart!"
"You must have read it wrong! How could it be so big!" Owen said helplessly.
"I was absolutely right! That guy was on my back at the time! I looked back - my mom! My mom! My dynamic vision is so good! How can I not see how big that guy is!"
Hunter began to wander uneasily around the room.
Seeing his anxious look, Owen sighed and scratched the back of his head: "Is it true that you can be scared like this?"
At this time, Owen's cell phone rang, and he looked down.
"It's Winston. It must be asking if you are with me."
Hunter froze.
"Put down your Coke bottle! I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer me clearly. Now put aside the fact that Winston wants to fuck with you, do you really like him?"
Hunter stood there and said nothing.
This guy... how could he not like it
"Okay, let me put it another way. If you reject him today, tomorrow he will fall in love with another person at first sight and swear to get it. Can you accept it?"
"What? I killed him!" Hunter shouted, his eyes almost popping out.
"Who killed? Winston?"
"Of course he killed the one he was going to do!"
"Oh... Then if you take a step back, if Winston doesn't mess with you, do you want to stay with him?"
"... I want... I want..." Henry opened his face, his neck was all red.
"Oh." Owen nodded.
Winston had called his mobile number three times in a row.
"Okay, I'll solve this problem for you. Just be honest with me and stay here. If I get back from the phone call and find you've run away, I won't care about you even if you get paralyzed by him in the future." Owen Said in a very serious tone.
"Okay! Okay! You solve the problem for me!" Hunter's eyes were full of ardent hope.
Owen glanced at him and walked out the door with the phone in hand.
He came to the end of the hotel corridor, where there was a small windowsill.
Leaning against the windowsill, he called Winston back.
"Hey... Winston, didn't expect you to call me."
"Is Hunter with you?"
Winston's voice was tight and cold on a night like this.
"Yeah. He's horrified. I promised him I'd help him with the problem that you're too big to stab him to death, so you don't mind if I say a few words?"
"… you say."
"You've endured it for so long, it's not bad for a while, right? And Hunter is very innocent. In his opinion, love should be holding hands, hugging, kissing, and going deep into the sheets. Do you want to give him some time to get used to it?" Owen's voice was steady, but the expression on his face was schadenfreude.
"I know."
"And he's a kid, not a chick. A kid of this age has his self-esteem, and all he thinks about is having sex with girls since he was a child. Even when he was thinking about you the most, he never thought about being fucked by you. . You showed your big guy and stabbed him, and it hurt his self-esteem. Aren't you very good at coaxing him? You coaxed him to give himself to you, so it's better than the psychological shadow of hardship? "
"thanks."
"No thanks. But I'm also curious, can you really be as big as a Coke bottle?"
"I'll pick him up." Winston simply ignored the question.
"Hurry up, I'm going to sleep too."
After Irving hung up the phone, he returned to the room and saw Hunter sitting on the sofa very nervous.
"Winston will pick you up later," said Owen in a light voice.
"What? You asked him to catch me?" Hunter was visibly anxious.
"I'm not arresting you, I'm here to pick you up. You don't want to be so stiff, right? And Winston promised that I wouldn't do anything to you... For the time being... He is a man of his word, he will do what he promises me. There. So you can go back in peace."
"He really promised you?" Hunter's eyes sparkled.
"Really, really! More real than your Coke bottle!"
Owen couldn't help laughing and yawned lazily.
Hunter still swallowed.
Within five minutes, there was a knock on Owen's door.
Owen raised his chin and motioned Hunter to open the door.
But Hunter sat there motionless, still nervous.
Owen sighed, walked slowly to the door, and opened it.
"Hey, Winston."
Hearing that name, Hunter's shoulders trembled subconsciously.
The sense of crisis of being overwhelmed by the other party, losing freedom, and being completely plundered and possessed came back to his heart.
"Yeah." Winston just responded lightly, then walked in and called, "Hunter."
He still read his name softly, but there was a different feeling in Hunter's ears.
"I brought you the clothes."
Hunter was a little cowardly in his heart, but he still pretended to calmly took the T-shirt brought by the other party, put on his body, and put on his coat. He pulled his T-shirt down, covering the ripped trousers.
Owen looked on with a look of wanting to laugh but had to hold back.
"Alright, alright! Everyone will be interviewed by the media tomorrow, hurry up to sleep! Otherwise, your eyes will swell up, and even the makeup artist can't save you."
Hunter stood up and gave Owen a deep look.
"Don't worry, you won't die." Owen shook the back of his hand.
Winston was silent and walked ahead, opening the door for Hunter.
Hunter bit the bullet and went out, but his heart was up and down.
They came to the elevator and watched the elevator go up layer by layer. Hunter glanced at each other, only to realize that Winston had been looking at himself.
The sight was deep.
The elevator door opened, and Hunter suddenly hesitated to go in.
Winston said softly, "I won't do anything to you until you're ready."
Hunter walked in with his head lowered, with Winston standing beside him.
The elevator doors closed, and Hunter was on alert when Winston reached out his hand.
"I want to be with you."
Hunter was stunned.
My heart immediately warmed up.
This is the person he has always liked, the person who allows him to rush forward without caring about anything.
He also wanted to be with him, especially especially.
Even knowing that he also likes him at the moment, how happy he is.
"Um."
Hunter grabbed Winston's hand lightly, the elevator door opened, and Winston pulled him forward.
At three in the morning, the whole city was silent.
He just pulled him like this. Although it was a bit pretentious to think about, Hunter felt quite happy. The way his heart beat seemed to be different.
The strength of Winston's fingers and the temperature of his palm belonged to him at the moment.
Winston sent him back to the hotel, opened the door, Hunter walked in, and Winston stopped outside the door.
"Good night," said Winston.
"...night...good night."
Winston had no intention of coming in, that is to say, he would keep his word and would not treat Hunter so out of control again.
The desire to destroy the world before was suppressed, as if it was just Hunter's illusion.
But looking at the back of Winston leaving, Hunter suddenly felt that the man must be very sad.
When he was alone in the room, Hunter raised his hand and looked seriously at his fingers, which Winston had held just now.
He walked to the window and wanted to see Winston's back, but who knew he didn't leave, but was standing under the street lamp outside the hotel, smoking a cigarette.
He turned his back to Hunter, raised his head slightly, and the shadow looked very lonely.
Hunter suddenly felt that he was so stupid, how could he let him be sad if he liked this man so much
Touching his lower back, the sense of crisis that was being held tightly by Winston has not disappeared, but...
But nothing knows that this man has also liked him for a long time, and it is important to go to great lengths to attract him. Even if it is scheming, it is because he cares too much. Hunter never imagined that one day someone would endure everything for himself.
Hunter opened the door, walked quickly to the elevator, and pressed the button.
When he came to the door of the hotel, Winston was bowing his head, ready to light a second cigarette.
"How long are you going to smoke here?" Hunter asked.
"I'm waiting for the bus." Winston turned his face sideways.
"At this time... there are no people, where did the car come from?"
Winston did not answer him.
Hunter stepped forward and tugged at his arm: "Come on, go to my room to sleep."
"Aren't you afraid I'll fuck you?" Winston asked.
"Then... can you not get on me?" Hunter asked.
"No. Because I don't know how to have you. But my past, present, and future are all yours."
Hunter couldn't see Winston's expression, but his eyes were inexplicably hot, and the softest part of his heart was stabbed hard by the other party.
"Then don't do anything tonight... Let's put it on hold first. Let's sleep well together now."
Winston is silent, so silent that Hunter wants to get angry, if your big guy does something wrong, will I still live!
"… it is good."
At last Winston agreed softly.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: I'm sorry, I'm so cowardly...
Winston: It doesn't matter, anyway, it's a compliment that you say my place is as big as a Coke bottle.
Hunter: Are you really not angry
Winston: I bought a lot of Coke bottles so we could practice every night.
Hunter: …I regret confessing.
Winston: You should be thankful that you confessed, otherwise the Coke bottle would have been shut down.
Fat Melon: I'm still more traditional. I think it's better to fall in love first and then go to bed, and force it or something... It's not very good, it's more interesting that Winston teases Little Hunter to pout himself.