Hunter let out a breath, stretched out his hand to pull Winston's finger, touched his fingertip lightly at first, and then grabbed it regardless, and walked towards the hotel.
It felt like bringing Winston home, and suddenly there was a sense of accomplishment.
He didn't want to shower either, he felt like he'd been in a dream for the past twenty-four hours.
He directly lifted the quilt and lay in, leaning on the side of the bed, leaving a large area for Winston.
Hearing the sound of Winston undressing, Hunter's nerves tightened, not because of fear, but because he felt everything about the other party more sensitively.
When Winston lay in, the quilt gradually smelt of him. A refreshing men's body wash and aftershave, light and sophisticated.
Winston turned sideways and reached out to Hunter, but Hunter was nervous.
Thinking of the opponent's overwhelming force, Hunter leaned in.
Winston's hand stopped there and turned away, with his back to Hunter.
This disappointed Hunter.
It wasn't the first time they lay together, in Austria, in the Noboribetsu Onsen, in Dubai, only this time Hunter felt alienated.
Hunter leaned up slowly and hugged Winston from behind. When he wrapped his arms tightly, he clearly felt that Winston's shoulders were tense.
He raised his hand, which can be said to be carefully placed on Hunter's hand, for fear that if he tried a little harder, Hunter would start to struggle again.
Hunter suddenly felt guilty.
It's not so much guilt, it's better to say that I really want to cherish such Winston. He always gave him the impression of being rational and strong, knowing his goals and what to do. And he was the person he tried so hard to get.
The confused person is himself.
Hunter's forehead rested lightly on Winston's back.
"Hunter, do you still like me?" Winston asked.
"like."
I like it very much.
Even if he was scared away, he couldn't help being attracted to this man.
"Then don't hide from me."
"Then...then don't think about me..."
Hunter's ears turned red again.
Being raped... and being of the same sex or something simply subverts his long-standing outlook on life!
"It's instinct, I can't want to. But I can not force you, as long as you don't avoid me."
Of course Hunter knew that as long as Winston said it, he would do it, which made Hunter suddenly feel more secure.
"it is good."
When Hunter finished speaking, Winston turned and looked at him.
That pair of things that were quiet in the dark that Hunter once thought he couldn't read, seemed to finally understand at this moment.
Hunter squeezed forward, and Winston raised his arms around him, chin on the top of his head, and sighed softly.
"Why sigh?" Hunter asked while listening to the other's heartbeat.
"Because when you ran away, I was thinking... how can I get you back."
"You really liked me the first time you saw me?"
"It's been in this life. The first time I saw you, I already liked you."
"But I don't believe in love at first sight."
"I looked at you a lot, so it wasn't love at first sight."
Winston's answer was so natural, and the corners of Hunter's lips curled up slowly.
"I looked at you a lot too... Now that I think about it, I like every look!"
Hunter's heart jumped again, and when he said it, he was stupid.
Winston's lip line was curved, restrained and sexy.
It never occurred to Hunter that a single word from his mind could please him.
Yes, what are you stingy with
This man likes him, and he cares about him so much. What could be more perfect than this
Of course... there was just a little problem between them.
Inexplicably, I felt so happy that I couldn't sleep.
Hunter lifted his chin and kissed Winston's lower lip lightly, who immediately followed.
There was no initial impatience and loss of control, as if Winston was trying to suppress himself, everything softened.
He sucked hard over and over again, licking the tip of Hunter's tongue, drawing Hunter's breath every time.
Winston's hand went around Hunter's neck, clasped the back of his head lightly, and kneaded his hair with his fingers.
Hunter subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed Winston's collar, pulling Winston towards him like a child asking for candy.
Such a reaction made Winston intensify the kiss, and he took Hunter into his arms again, and the tip of his tongue went lightly around Hunter's tongue, licking his teeth.
Hunter closed his eyes, made a soft "um" sound, and turned the hand that grabbed Winston's collar and reached out to hug him tightly.
Winston's tongue tugged at him, slipping vaguely across Hunter's upper lip, then slipping out.
Hunter chased after him, sipped Winston lightly, turned over to him, pressed his shoulders, followed his example and licked Winston's lips, his teeth locked, looking for his tongue, Once you touch it, you can't wait to suck it up.
Winston raised his hand and let Hunter keep sucking and kissing himself, until Hunter suddenly realized something and looked up at him, Winston's hand hugged Hunter.
Hunter was a little nervous.
This was the first time he took the initiative to kiss someone...
His body suddenly became hot, and he swallowed with a grunt.
Luckily the lights weren't on, otherwise Winston would have seen his red ears.
Winston's breath was hot, and his knees slowly lifted up, supporting Hunter so that Hunter was sitting on Winston's lap and holding him.
"So...you like this..."
Winston's voice had a moving charm in each other's breaths, as if they had finally found an exit after a long search.
"what?"
"It's nothing..." Winston raised his head slightly and kissed Hunter's lips. "I'll treat you tenderly, and I won't be so impatient. I'll coax you well, in the way you like."
"I'm not a woman! What kind of gentle treatment! I'm not a child either! You don't need to coax me!" Hunter became dissatisfied.
Despite his dissatisfaction, there was something stirring in the bottom of his heart, and with every word Winston said, it became more obvious.
"Of course you are not a woman. You are not a childish child." Winston stroked Hunter's back lightly and said in his usual solemn tone, "—you are my king."
It was as if he had been pushed hard, as if a hole was about to open in his chest.
"I'll kill you!"
Hunter gritted his teeth, he knew that this man was seducing him, before and now.
He went to kiss Winston's face, biting the tip of his nose, but the man chuckled away and kissed his ear instead.
The laughter was very low, and the more restrained it was, the more sexy it was.
Hunter's shoulders shrugged, Winston pressed his cheek to his, even if there was no light, Hunter knew the guy was smiling, and it was a grown-up looking at a child's smile.
But Hunter didn't feel angry at all.
The smell of happiness and reassurance made Hunter sleepy. He raised his arms and hugged him. He turned his face and leaned on his chest. He wanted to rub down and go down, but Winston's chest was heaving slightly, like the middle of the night. In the sea, I really want to stay like this forever.
Gradually, Hunter let out a long breath, Winston raised his head slightly, and touched the top of his head with his chin.
"Hunter?"
That sound, as soft as touching a nerve, made Hunter even more reluctant to open his eyes.
"… Um… "
Winston stretched out his arms, pulled the quilt up, covered each other, and kissed the top of Hunter's head lightly.
On this day, Hunter's interview was scheduled in the afternoon, while Winston's was in the morning.
When the alarm went off, Winston opened his eyes to find that Hunter was still sleeping on his body, and he had to prop him up and try to put him down. But Hunter's eyes trembled, and he sat up on Winston's shoulders.
"Um... it's morning..."
"Yes. I'm going back to my team." Winston kissed the tip of Hunter's nose lightly. "You can go back to sleep."
"Well." Hunter moved, only to realize that he was sitting on Winston's body.
He was about to come down immediately, but Winston supported his waist and slowly put him down.
"Sleep a little longer."
Winston pulled the quilt for him, got up and picked up his jacket, and flung it in a semicircle in the air, his arms neatly tucked into his sleeves.
Hunter didn't sleep, he dragged his chin down at Winston's back.
"What's the matter?" Winston asked, looking back.
"nothing."
"I'll be waiting for you in the press center... until your interview is over, shall we have dinner together?"
"Okay." Hunter nodded.
Winston just left here.
When the door closed, Hunter lifted the quilt and came to the window. After waiting for more than a minute, he saw Winston come out.
Winston turned his head suddenly, and Hunter immediately hid sideways. After a few seconds, he looked back and found that Winston had gone far.
What happened last night
He tells Winston what he thinks, and Winston likes him too!
Winston even kissed him!
That kiss was so fucking hard. At the time, I felt breathless and almost swallowed my life. Now that I think about it... it's actually really exciting!
Hunter was taken aback by the thought.
Winston has liked himself for a long time, so his approach is deliberate, and all his tolerance and company are because he likes himself.
I ran like that yesterday, and Winston didn't do anything to him!
In fact, there is nothing to fear. If Winston really wants to be hard again, let's fight! Either knock Winston out, or Winston knocks himself out!
Hunter felt inexplicably excited and wanted to run laps in place!
Although he hadn't slept for a few hours, Hunter felt as awake as if he had drank a dozen cups of coffee, and his heartbeat was fast!
He jumped back on the bed, pulled the quilt and rolled himself up, as if he could still feel Winston's warmth.
what! He slept on Winston's body last night without being pushed down!
So cool!
The time passed like this, and before you knew it, it was noon.
Hunter was having lunch with the team.
He took out his phone and looked at it countless times, but he didn't get a single text message from Winston. It disappointed him a bit, but he knew that Winston's talk show might not be over yet.
Hunter scooped a mouthful of black truffle mushroom soup into his mouth, the phone vibrated in his pocket, and he immediately took it out.
A text from Winston made Hunter's heart mention: Are you having lunch
Hunter: Yeah. How about you
Winston: Going to eat.
Hunter pursed his lips and looked at the screen of his phone, some idea flashed through his mind for some unknown reason.
He knew that this man liked him, knew what he wanted to do, and knew that he would endure so as not to hurt himself, which made Hunter want to do bad things.
His fingers quickly pressed on the phone: but I would rather lick your lips and bite the tip of your tongue.
After sending it out, Hunter cut a chunk of steak and stuffed it in his mouth.
At this time, the public relations manager came over and confirmed all the problems of the talk show with Hunter once again.
"Hunter, be natural, don't be nervous, and smile more. Your fans love the way you smile."
"Well, I see!"
"Just don't be nervous!"
The PR manager was still worried that Hunter would be too nervous to speak.
"Oh, don't worry! If I really can't speak because of my nervousness, the audience and the media will understand!"
Hunter included another tablespoon of mashed potatoes.
"Okay! You keep this state! This state is very good!"
When the public relations manager walked over, Hunter quickly took out his phone and looked at it.
Huh? Winston didn't answer his text messages
Is it because Winston also started lunch
But Winston's text didn't come until Hunter changed into a suit for the press center.
Well... maybe he's getting stalked by other reporters again.
Hunter came to the show production team with the team, and everyone was nervously confirming the last row.
This time, the host of the show is Mr. Cacho, who is also a famous Formula One commentator.
Cacho and Hunter repeatedly confirmed a set of interview questions. Hunter, who originally said he was not nervous, is now nervous.
This is different from the media interview accompanied by Marcus, and different from Audrey's face-to-face interview, which is a TV interview and even a live audience.
"Hey, Hunter, don't worry. If you don't remember anything, or you're speechless, I'll help you out, okay?"
"Thank you, Mr. Cacho." Hunter subconsciously pulled his tie.
The show starts in ten minutes.
Hunter finally walked to the bathroom.
There were media staff in the passage, and Hunter took a deep breath. He almost missed the bathroom, but was grabbed by someone.
Turning to one side, he saw Winston in a suit.
Hunter was stunned for a while, but Winston pulled him a little, and Hunter almost slammed into his arms.
There were people coming and going, but Winston approached Hunter and whispered in his ear, "I didn't have a good lunch today."
"Huh? Where did you eat?"
"I want to lick your lips and bite the tip of your tongue."
Winston's voice said softly and slowly the text Hunter had sent him.
"Hey!" Hunter's heartbeat seemed to be hooked by the slight smile on the other side's lips, as if he was about to be slowly pulled out of his chest.
Winston's hand just rested on Hunter's waist lightly and not too hard, looking at him like he was looking at his favorite child.
At this time someone was walking into the bathroom.
Winston's palm on Hunter's waist suddenly exerted force and pulled him over. Hunter staggered forward, but Winston stepped back calmly, and retreated into the bathroom stall in just two steps.
Winston stretched out his leg against Hunter and hooked the compartment door with his toes.
The moment the door was locked, Hunter became nervous.
"You... you... what do you want to do?"
Hunter subconsciously leaned back, leaning against the door.
Winston turned his face to the side and smiled: "What are you thinking? I can't do anything to you here. You resist so hard, if you smash the door open, the media will say that the two of us are at odds. ."
"Then you want to..."
Hunter opened his lips slightly, and Winston leaned up. Because the speed was too fast and completely unexpected, Winston came up.
Different from the overwhelming momentum the first time, this time it was gentle, and the sucking made Hunter's shoulders shrug, and he subconsciously pushed himself up.
Winston's tongue slid past Hunter's as soon as it touched the tip of Hunter's, then moved up against his upper jaw, slid over his soft sides, and rolled up again, only for a brief moment before slipping away again. .
Hunter subconsciously chased the tip of Winston's tongue, Winston's tongue was about to leave, Hunter hurried to the other's lips, and at that moment, the tip of his tongue was lightly bitten.
That kind of feeling, like the thoughts were disturbed, and the blood in the whole body was about to jump out of the blood vessels. Hunter gasped and opened his eyes to look at each other.
Winston smiled and kissed him on the lips.
"Go ahead, your interview is about to begin."
It's called "licking your lips, biting your tongue".
Hunter suddenly didn't want to leave here.
Winston's forehead brushed Hunter's brow lightly. "Look... you don't need to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you, and I won't eat you."
Like hypnosis, Winston's heat and madness that day was like Hunter's delusion.
"Um… "
At this time, the people outside had already washed their hands and went out.
Winston opened the door for Hunter and Hunter walked out.
The talk show was about to start, and Hunter sat down opposite the host, Mr. Cacho.
The audience was also seated and all the cameras were in place.
Hunter took a breath and looked up to see Winston sitting at the far end of the auditorium.
He was inconspicuous, with few lights, but Hunter saw him at a glance.
Cacho opened his speech very familiarly, ignited the audience's expectations for Hunter, and reviewed the process from Hunter's entry into Formula 1 to the rising ranking, and released several classic overtaking.
Hunter, who was looking at the big screen, also showed a surprised expression.
The connected video is made in one go, accompanied by music, which makes people's blood boil.
Hunter pointed to the big screen and said, "That... is that really me? Are you sure you didn't accidentally cut another driver's race?"
"We are very professional and do not make such mistakes," replied Mr. Cacho very seriously.
Hunter touched his head in surprise and said in a low voice, "Oh... I'm so handsome!"
It was not loud, but it was loud enough for Mr. Cacho and the audience in the front row to hear it. Everyone laughed for a while.
"You are very handsome." Mr. Cacho laughed.
The interview involved less professional content and more focus on Hunter's growth.
In the process of growing up, Hunter's father was inevitably mentioned.
In fact, when this man was mentioned on such an occasion, Hunter became twisted, even a little nervous.
The public relations manager had prepared the manuscript for him long ago, and he remembered it, but he suddenly didn't want to say that.
He looked at Winston's position, and he looked at him. That look was different from all those looking at him.
Firm, powerful, yet indifferent.
As if walking in such eyes, you can look at all the past calmly and calmly.
"I was ready to describe my father as a tragic hero who made me confident and brave, but he himself was defeated by failure... But when I think about it carefully, he is like all fathers, he loves I am still by my side even when my career is the most stressful."
Hunter talked about his father's attempts to build his self-confidence as a child and not stutter when he was nervous. Some were so funny that the audience laughed along with them. And some of them were also very touching, and several male audience members who had become fathers also burst into tears.
In the end, referring to his father's death, Hunter said: "I don't regret breaking all his wine bottles that time. I just regret not doing it sooner. He felt like he had failed everything, but he just Be strong and see who I am today. Am I… not worthy of being his lifetime achievement?"
When Hunter's voice fell, there was a moving silence in the audience.
On the opposite side, Mr. Cacho suddenly applauded vigorously, and then the audience followed suit.
"I like real people, with unvarnished answers. Hunter's answer was really different from what he was going to tell me. I prefer this simple but truer story. Having told your father, Let's talk about your best friend in Formula 1, Vann Winston. A lot of the media know that when you talk about Evan Hunter, he's willing to say a few more words. I don't want to ask you how Know, or have any interesting things to get along with, because under the in-depth excavation of Miss Audrey Wilson, many car fans already know. For Formula One fans, the previous twelve years were Owen and Xia Erwin had already expressed his intention to retire before this season, but at a time when fans were worried about losing focus, Winston came in like a knife, and you gradually caught up, so everyone can see to the next golden age."
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: I want to lick your lips and bite the tip of your tongue.
Winston: Is that so... I want to lick your (beep-) and push your (beep-)
Hunter: … no… no flair! Bad review! Bad review! Bad review!