He tried to pull off his blindfold, but Winston resisted his hand.
"I want to look at you."
"You see me almost every day now."
Hunter insisted on pulling the blindfold off.
Because he was worried that Winston would find out how excited he was for the kiss just now.
For several hours, Hunter, who was wearing a blindfold, hadn't fallen asleep at all.
Because he couldn't stop imagining whether Winston was looking at him.
When the plane arrived in New York, it was after two in the morning.
As they picked up their luggage and left the airport, the PR manager asked, "Hunter, are you going back to your own apartment?"
After asking this question, Hunter remembered that his bed was collapsed by him and Winston, and there was no point in going back.
"He's not going back to his apartment. I booked a hotel near the filming location, and Hunter will follow me tonight."
After Winston finished speaking, he raised his chin towards Hunter and motioned for him to follow him.
"What about me..." the PR assistant whispered.
Although the team also booked a hotel for them, if Hunter followed Winston, the PR assistant would be separated from Hunter.
"Just follow my assistant. You have to get up early tomorrow, and it is more important to ensure sleep."
The car that Winston had ordered came and took them to the hotel. Everything was well planned, and the PR assistant was very impressed with the organization of the Ferrari team.
When he came to the hotel room, Hunter lay down on the ground.
"Ahhh--good to straighten my knees!"
Winston just glanced at him and went to wash up in the bathroom.
There were five hours left, and Hunter didn't want to move at all.
When Winston came out of the bathroom, the guy fell asleep with his arms and legs outstretched.
Winston came to the bed, but got on his knees, right between Hunter's legs.
Feeling the mattress sinking, Hunter suddenly opened his eyes and immediately bent his legs back: "Hey... you scared me to death!"
"I just wanted to tell you to brush your teeth."
"Oh..." Hunter quickly got up and went to the bathroom.
Seeing his back, Winston frowned. He raised his hand, combed the hair from his forehead to the back of his head, and exhaled.
In front of the sink, Hunter tilted his head while spitting toothpaste.
Just now, I really thought that Winston would suddenly be pressed down... And Winston must have felt his guard, right
Hunter felt stupid.
He just wanted to tell himself to brush his teeth.
Hunter went back to the bedroom and saw that Winston had slept in the quilt with his back to him.
He had closed his eyes, the tip of his hair touched the pillow lightly, and the whole person was quiet and harmless.
Hunter lifted a corner of the quilt, lay in and stretched out his arms to embrace Winston.
Feeling Winston's breath, Hunter knew the man wasn't mad at him, and he kissed the back of his neck lightly.
"Idiot. Be careful what I really do to you."
"Then try, be careful what I do to you."
After Hunter finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his previous trembling was a waste!
He could learn how to overwhelm Winston!
If Winston falls, why does he have to worry about being stabbed and broken!
Switching from defense to offense is the solution!
Thinking of this, Hunter felt that his life was full of hope, and he soon closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Hunter, wake up, it's time for you to get up."
Winston's voice rang in his ears.
"Um..." Hunter raised his arm and hugged the guy who was making a sound beside him.
Winston's shoulders froze there, and he lowered his head slowly to kiss his brow.
"Um... um..." Hunter rubbed his lips unconsciously.
Winston exhaled. "Hunter, you know morning is the worst time for men, right?"
"Huh?" Hunter's eyelids trembled, but he still didn't open it.
"If you don't get up again, I'll put my hands in your pants."
As soon as the words fell, Hunter suddenly opened his eyes and immediately sat up, while Winston stepped back, perfectly avoiding his forehead attack.
He stared blankly at Winston, who just sat there with his arms crossed: "What are you afraid of? I said put my hand in your pants, but I didn't say it went into your body."
After saying that, he got up and left the bed.
Hunter sighed and pressed his head hard.
Hunter, Hunter! You are so useless! It must have hurt Winston again!
"You go wash up." Winston reminded Hunter as he put on his shirt.
"Oh!" Hunter came to the bathroom, only to find that the toothpaste had been squeezed out.
Hunter suddenly felt warm and guilty.
As he leaned down to brush his teeth, Winston came to the door, leaned against the door frame and said, "Hunter, remember to take a shower because of the stylist and photographer today."
"Ah? I smell?" Hunter picked up the collar and smelled it. He didn't seem to be sweating much. Of course, taking a shower in the morning and going out to meet people is the way to go.
"It has my taste."
It's like a cup of coffee that is too strong to be swallowed suddenly poured into warm and soft milk.
Hunter looked up and saw Winston's smile in the mirror.
"Go! Go! Go! If it smells like you, you won't let me wash it! It must smell like beef burgers!"
Hunter mumbled with a toothpaste foam.
Winston said nothing, just looked at him quietly.
"I'm going to shower!" Hunter solemnly announced to the bathroom door, and then closed the bathroom door.
Who knew that Winston held the door and leaned towards him: "If you want a shower, what about your clothes?"
"… "
"Kiss me and I'll give it to you."
Only then did Hunter find Winston's clean clothes in his hands.
"You bastard!" Hunter frowned.
"Oh, what the fuck am I?"
"Even if you don't give me clothes, I'll kiss you. There's no need to trade this for me."
The face that didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations was obviously startled, and Hunter suddenly bit his lips, then grabbed his clothes and closed the door.
Winston took a half step back, raised his fingers to touch the spot where Hunter had bitten him, and laughed dumbly.
After Hunter rinsed as fast as he could, he changed into his coat.
I have to say that Winston's taste is really good. The style of the T-shirt and casual pants he chose is very coordinated, making him look very refreshing.
After he came out, he had a simple breakfast with Winston in the hotel restaurant.
The PR assistant was anxious before seeing Hunter, but surprised after seeing Hunter.
"You... you actually got up?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Hunter mumbled as he ate Winston's jam-packed bread.
"Do you know how hard it is to wake you up every morning?"
"Really?" Hunter's eyes widened, completely unexpected.
"Yes!" The PR assistant nodded vigorously, then looked at Winston admiringly, "Mr. Winston, how on earth did you call him! Please teach us!"
Winston put jam on the slices indifferently: "You can't learn. If you have something to tell me, I will help you wake him up."
Hunter snarled sharply.
And the PR assistant almost didn't kneel in front of Winston: "Thank you so much!"
After breakfast, they came to Versace's scheduled photography studio-Lossi & Carlos Studio.
Losey and Carlos are both well-known photographers in the fashion industry. They met during a trip, and their photography ideas coincided, so they set up this studio.
When Winston walked into the studio with Hunter, Hunter was full of curiosity.
The studio looks like a home, and the walls of the passage are covered with photographs by the two masters. There are wild animals, quiet plants, and a group photo of two masters, but none of them are fashionable.
The strong aroma of coffee can be smelled in the living room of the studio.
Luo Xi has long silver hair, tied behind his head, dressed simply, and is a man with an elegant temperament. Carlos, on the other hand, looked much rougher, with stubble, a cigar, and the collar of his shirt was left open without any scruples.
"Hey, Winston, here you are." Carlos patted Winston on the shoulder familiarly.
"Well, this is Evan Hunter from the Marcus team." Winston turned to his side and put his hand on Hunter's shoulder. Scissorhands can't do anything, you have to worry more."
It was probably not the first time Winston had worked with them, which made Hunter nervous. What if I drag Winston down
O Marcus! Why can't you pick up sports equipment to receive advertisements? Like mountain biking or something
Ugh…
Hunter sighed in his heart.
Losey smiled, he looked at Hunter's expression carefully, and snapped his fingers in his ear: "What are you thinking?"
"Huh? No... nothing on my mind. But I really don't have a fashion sense."
"No fashion sense? I don't think so. You just don't know yourself." Losey patted Hunter on the back, then raised his chin at Carlos, "I took Hunter away, yours He looks so vicious, I'm afraid you will frighten him."
Hunter looked back at Winston as he followed.
Didn't we agree to shoot together
"Your collection is casual, Winston is formal. So you have separate sets of pictures," Losey explained. "Don't worry, kid. I'm not going to kill you. Let's take your time. ."
Versace's team of stylists also came, and their work efficiency was quite high. While Hunter was putting on his makeup, the hairstylist was working at the same time, and he was changing shirts and making temporary changes to his clothes.
This reminded Hunter of all the mechanics in the pits changing tires at the same time.
When the stylist announced the completion, Hunter was surprised when he looked at himself in the mirror.
Versace's casual style sets off his casual temperament very well. The hairstyle is not overly mature. On the contrary, a few messes make him jump out of the old-fashioned.
"Very good." Losey clapped his hands.
But Hunter is really bad at posing, and his heart thumps when he stands in front of the camera.
Losey said directly to all the polishers and staff: "That's it. Except me and Hunter, everyone else goes outside. Tea if you want tea, and you want to browse the web."
This made Hunter let out a breath.
And Losey hung up the SLR camera, pointed it at Hunter, and said with a smile, "Let's warm up first, how about scissorhands?"
"It's better not to, it will be laughed at by Winston." Hunter didn't know where to put his hand, so he put it in his pocket.
Losey laughed.
"Then you stand there, I'm going to try the light and distance now, and I'll tell you when I'm about to officially start taking pictures."
"We haven't started yet?" Hunter blinked.
"No, if it's going to start, at least the luminaries have to stay, idiot. I need to adjust the shots to see what works for you."
"Oh!"
It hasn't started yet!
Hunter exhaled and tugged at his collar.
"Which is your favourite race since you got into Formula 1? The US race that just ended? You finished third."
"It's not actually this one."
"So what's the British race?" Losey asked again. "You got an unexpected result at Silverstone in the most unfavorable condition. Many people say that is the true spirit of F1."
"It's not that one either." Hunter smiled.
There was a bit of badness in his expression, and a bit of childish naivety, but it made Losey look at him for a long time from the camera.
"Which scene was that? I'm not the media, and if you tell me a little secret, I won't tell anyone else. This is the professional ethics of a photographer." Losey put down the DSLR camera, sorted out the lens, and raised it again. He got up, walked back and forth, left and right, as if looking for a good light.
"It was the Spanish Grand Prix. I had a terrible performance in that race." Hunter laughed to himself, remembering what he had done in the bathroom, "But... After the race, I had my first time with Winston. Speak."
"… Oh."
They chatted like this for more than ten minutes, and Losey suddenly put down the camera and said to Hunter, "You better go change a suit. This one... I still feel that something is missing."
Losey shook his head in distress.
"Ah? The stylist helped me make it for a long time!"
"It doesn't matter, they are all professionals and will respect the photographer's judgment. You can change it. We have time." Losey's smile was very gentle, making Hunter feel no pressure.
"Oh well!"
When they got back to the stylist, Hunter embarrassedly told them what Losey thought. All the stylists just smiled and immediately changed Hunter's clothes and adjusted his hairstyle.
"You are so fast!" Hunter exclaimed.
"Backstage at a fashion show is more tense than that. We're used to a fast pace, so let us know if you're uncomfortable."
"I'm fine."
Back in front of Losey, the two started chatting again.
"Where do you think Winston is most gentlemanly from a male perspective?" asked Losey.
"I said, you really won't tell anyone?" Hunter asked with his face in his pocket.
"Won't."
"I never thought he was a gentleman."
"Hahahaha! That seems like the real answer. But do you really not think he's a gentleman for a moment?"
Hunter raised his head halfway and thought for a while: "Actually... it happened too."
"for example?"
"For example, when we go on a trip together, he will plan everything, I don't have to use my brain to follow him."
"Planning, that's part of being a gentleman. What else?"
"And... he knows what I'm not good at or like to do. If we're together, he'll do it for me instead of forcing me to do it. Like... packing."
Luo Xi, who was holding the SLR camera, laughed hahaha.
"It looks like being with Winston, it looks like it's going to be stressful because of his taciturnity, but it's actually going to be easy."
"Hahaha, Miss Audrey Wilson said so too."
"What about the rest? The traditional part that you feel like a gentleman?"
"A gentleman or something, is a man pretending to be a woman? But I can feel that he does have a noble aristocracy in him." Hunter said.
"Oh? Like?"
"For example, when we were visiting the London Eye, he taught me a poem."
"That poem?"
"If I had the brocade of heaven."
"Do you remember now?"
"I..." Hunter paused. "Of course I remember..."
"Then you read it to me?" Losey put the camera on his chest and frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with the camera's function.
"Is your camera okay?"
"It's alright. Even old friends have occasional tantrums." Losey touched his camera and said, "If I had the brocade of the kingdom of heaven... that poem is beautiful."
"Yeah... if I had the brocade of heaven, woven with gold and silver light, blue, gray, dark..." Hunter closed his eyes, recalling Winston sitting beside him, their Beneath him is the splendid Thames River. The moments that used to be ordinary, now seem to make his heart beat, "The changing night, dawn and day... I will spread this brocade under your feet..."
Losey's expression softened slowly.
"Take it easy..."
Take it easy, Hunter.
My dream rests at your feet.
That was Winston's confession to him, he didn't understand it at the time, he just thought it was beautiful.
But at this moment, he suddenly misses him.
"What's wrong?"
"Suddenly I don't remember the last sentence, hahaha..." Hunter smiled embarrassedly.
"Take it easy, my dreams are supported by your feet." Losey looked at Hunter, his elegant smile was very suitable for such a poem, but his voice was better than Winston's, Hunter's Like Winston.
Because deep... forbearance, and so serious.
"Okay, Hunter... This poem gave me new inspiration. I'll discuss it with the stylist. Let's give up this look and get another one." Losey took out his phone and asked for Versace's team of stylists. communicate.
Hunter, who was standing under the light, squinted his eyes, and suddenly realized something: "...Actually, did you take pictures just now?"
Luo Xi turned his face to the side and smiled helplessly: "Oh...you found out."
"Did you really shoot me?" Hunter came over, "Did you capture it?"
Losey put his DSLR behind him: "Secrets, Hunter. I can't show you until the shoot is over."
"Okay..." Hunter was a little disappointed.
And Luo Xi asked himself to change clothes so quickly, probably because he was not satisfied with the photos he took.
After Hunter changed a few more outfits, Losey still chatted with him and took pictures. There are some topics that Hunter does forget he's taking pictures when he's interested in chatting, but most of the time he's cramped.
For photographers, there is no such thing as "time for lunch".
By one o'clock, Hunter was eating a light meal with the stylists in the lounge while Rossi fiddled with his camera alone in the studio.
Carlos came to him, glanced at the photo on the camera, and showed a surprised expression: "My God... This kid will make women want to take a bite, right?"
"Yes, he has a kind of innocent sexiness. I lied to him for two sets of photos, and it was revealed by the third set." Losey said regretfully, "I was very satisfied with the photos I took after that. Because he He looks cheerful, but he's actually quite shy. That shyness is cute, but I want a different side of him... how about you? How's Winston's picture?"
"You know about Winston, he always makes photographers feel that he is redundant. He is the hormone for walking, he doesn't show it, but after a long time, he will feel unsatisfied with his eyesight. I hardly like the pictures that Versace asked for. It's stuck and done."
"Can he come over and help me? Two hours. I think Hunter would be more comfortable with Winston around," Losey said.
"No problem. And what follows is a photo of the two of them together. If you can't complete it to your satisfaction, you won't be able to keep up with the overall progress."
The afternoon shooting was about to start, but Hunter was tired.
He slept with his head tilted for less than five minutes when he was woken up by his assistant.
I wish this was all over soon...
If it were a photo shoot, it would have been as stress-free as the trip to Dubai with Winston.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Losey thinks you'll be more at ease with me.
Hunter: Yes!
Winston: Actually, you'd be sexier with me.