He went back to his lips, squeezed in and sucked with uncontrollable provocation, and there was only one voice in Hunter's mind: these were his. It's all his. Winston must not give to others.
He turned and hugged him tightly, stuck his tongue in the center of his tongue and slid deep, he knew his bad intentions, he was getting revenge on Winston for the time he tried to get into him and terrified him .
But Hunter became more and more emotional, he loved the man more and more warm and forbearance, gradually, he no longer knew what he was doing, nothing in his mind, everything followed his own instinct.
At this moment, Hunter's cell phone alarm rang.
His shoulders trembled, he realized something, and the thoughts that had gone away were like a frenzy returning. He took a deep breath, put his hands on Winston's shoulders and straightened up, turned sideways, stretched his arms towards the phone, and just When his fingertips were about to touch, his waist was pressed.
As soon as he turned his head, he met Winston's eyes.
A force dragged him down without warning. Winston turned his face and raised his head to hold his lips firmly. The kiss was so strong that Hunter fell down before he could support himself. .
"Well… "
He tried to get up, but Winston's arms wrapped tightly around his body, holding him in his arms. Winston's kiss was so violent that Hunter didn't expect it, and he didn't even have time to swallow his saliva.
Winston bent his legs and was about to roll over and press on Hunter's body. This time, Hunter finally reacted in advance. He lowered his hand to press Winston's knee down, but Winston increased his size. The strength of the sucking and the kiss made Hunter faint. He put one hand on the edge of the bed and took Hunter down.
Hunter fell on his side, and just as he was about to struggle, Winston put one arm around him and the other directly on his leg.
"… get it out for me," Winston said, kissing Hunter on the lips.
His tongue and mouth were numb from being kissed by the other party. Hunter knew that he had gone too far... and that his resistance after being back pressured failed again.
Who wants Winston to be completely different this time from the one he simulated with Owen
"Get it out for me... Hunter..." Winston kissed Hunter's ear again, biting his pinna, his teeth seeming to be chattering.
It was more of a threat than a plea.
If he doesn't help him, this guy definitely won't be able to bear it.
"Hunter..." Winston kissed again, extremely forcefully, but restrained, his heart was about to be swept away by him, and even the blood in his whole body was about to rush out from the slightest place.
Hunter's arm moved, and Winston put his hands on his sides, giving him room to move.
The man's breathing was so hot that Hunter was completely panicked.
He didn't know how much time had passed, and Winston's face was buried in his neck, leaving only the sound of broken breathing in his ears.
When everything finally calmed down, Winston was still pressing on Hunter, holding him, as if everything had passed for Hunter, but for Winston, it was far from enough.
"If you... want to play games like this every night, I can accompany you," came Winston's voice.
Hunter raised his knees unhappily. He wanted to show the other party some color, but he just stuck it on the other party's waist, as if he didn't know what to do... Hunter was even more aggrieved.
Things that have been practiced for so long are ultimately useless.
"I don't want you to accompany me."
"Then who do you want?" Winston turned his face away, and Hunter could only see him in one eye. Just the sight in that eye has a sense of strength.
"I... don't want anyone..."
Winston's hand lightly stroked Hunter's forehead and fiddled with his hair: "Hunter, I can endure anything, including if you don't resist me and hug you... But there are some things that I absolutely cannot tolerate. ."
"Are you going to leave like my mother?" Hunter asked subconsciously.
"Leave you?" Winston's rhetorical question contained a hint of cruelty, but his fingers were still so tender and nostalgic, "I will crush you... I no longer believe that patience or gentleness can make you love a bastard like me. Reason…”
If you won't leave me, then the rest... I don't care...
Hunter didn't say anything, just turned his face and kissed Winston's eyes earnestly.
When Winston was stunned, Hunter lowered his head and closed his eyes against him.
Pre-match interviews are still in progress.
Including various pre-race predictions, the biggest hot spot is no longer who the first place is, but how far Evan Hunt of the Marcus team can drive.
When Hunt was answering questions in the hotel's media access room, reporters noticed that Ferrari's Vann Winston was leaning against the door with his arms folded. The media access was delayed for nearly five years because of the enthusiasm of the reporters. minutes, and Winston waited silently for five minutes.
You know, Vann Winston never waited for anyone, but he was very patient with Hunter's interview.
The two did not leave side by side until the interview was over and Hunter walked out of the interview room.
Reporters have speculated that next season, Hunter will leave the Marcus team and join Ferrari
Marcus had to refute the rumor: "Don't get me wrong! Hunter and Winston are good friends! Our team has finalized the contract with Hunter for the new season next year!"
But despite Marcus tearing his throat, reporters thought it was a harbinger of Hunt's change.
After Marcus broke out of the siege, he called Hunter immediately: "Hey—Hunter! Before this race is over, you won't be stuck with Winston anymore!"
"Ah? What's wrong?"
"If this goes on like this, you will belong to the Ferrari team! As for your crazy fan, I will send an assistant to follow you 24 hours a day!" Marcus was worried that the rumors would spread and it would become true!
"I don't want to go back to that small room to sleep!" Hunter objected immediately, he actually wanted to stay with Winston like this.
"I'll book you a big one! Huge! Presidential suite!"
Hunter opened his mouth, as if he had no reason to refuse. He glanced at Winston and whispered, "It seems that the reporters said that I was completely provoked by you poaching Ferrari to go to Ferrari, and he won't let me stay with you."
Hunter was a little nervous, wondering if Winston would look sorry.
"Will he send someone with you?" Winston asked.
"Yes. It's the assistant you met last time."
"That's fine. You stay with the guys in your convoy."
Winston's voice was quiet.
This made Hunter's heart suddenly regret.
"Alright then, I'll go to your place to pack up." Hunter walked quickly towards the elevator with a cold face.
As soon as he entered the room, Hunter packed his luggage without saying a word. He took out the coats that had been hung in the closet by Winston long ago, and rubbed them into the suitcase casually.
And Winston stood by and watched him.
After the race in Japan, Hunter's luggage seemed to be collected by Winston, but this time as long as he got close, Hunter deliberately stood in front of him to prevent him from slamming his belongings.
Just as Hunter was about to pull the suitcase up, Winston suddenly hugged him from behind and pressed his cheek against Hunter's face.
"You're angry, Hunter."
At this moment, Hunter also realized that he was making trouble unreasonably.
They're not kids, and it's kind of funny to get angry over something like this.
"I thought you would want to be with me all the time."
A few seconds passed without Winston speaking.
"I'm naive, right?" Hunter touched the tip of his nose embarrassedly. "When the game starts, the rest time will be precious. If I sleep with you, it will disturb you."
"Hunter, if I tell you the truth, can you promise to never be angry?" Winston said.
"... What's wrong?" Hunter turned his face curiously.
"You sleep beside me, I really can't sleep." Winston whispered.
"Liar! I woke up in the morning and saw you..."
It was only then that Hunter realized that Winston, who had a very regular life, slept in with him, probably because he really didn't fall asleep at night.
"I'm not honest in my sleep, disturbing you?" Hunter felt guilty.
"No... You are very good in my arms."
Feeling like being praised by the other party, Hunter was a little embarrassed.
But if I don't disturb you, why can't you sleep
"You are in my arms, I have to hold back from holding you... But the more I tell myself not to think about it, the more I think about it."
Hunter froze there. I will also have the urge to smell the other party's smell and feel the strength of the other party's embrace... Not to mention Winston
"Then...then it's not my fault."
"The free practice session will start tomorrow."
"I see, I'll go to the room that Marcus arranged to sleep..."
Hunter exhaled, but Winston's arms didn't let go.
"The closer the game gets, the more you think about you chasing me behind me, and then it becomes more difficult to control. I'm afraid I will actually meet you."
Hunter was stunned by Winston's words.
This man's self-control made Hunter 100% trustworthy, and Hunter felt that it was impossible for him to keep his promises. It is precisely because of this that Hunter knows that he can provoke the patience of the other party unscrupulously.
"I still remember that night when you rushed out the door, I couldn't catch up with you. I never thought you could run so fast... But luckily you ran away, otherwise if I caught... I would definitely meet you ."
Winston's voice was low and powerful.
Hunter originally thought that it would be a happy thing for two people to stay together like this, but he didn't expect that he would become a burden on the other side.
"You trust me too much and sleep too peacefully beside me. If this goes on like this, I'm afraid I will ruin all your future races."
Hunter took a breath and clapped the opponent's hand: "Okay, I will sleep by myself until the game is over."
"Don't run around. If you're really bored and want to harass someone, don't harass Owen, text me."
Hunter suddenly laughed out loud, turned around and hugged him tightly.
"If you talk like that, I will miss you!"
Winston turned his face and leaned lightly against Hunter's cheek.
"In this race, try to see if you can surpass me."
"Watch me crush you!" When he mentioned the game, Hunter was in a better mood.
Winston let out a low laugh, which made Hunter's heart itch so badly that he really wanted to bite the other's neck.
"It doesn't seem like the first time you've said you're going to crush me." Winston raised his hand and touched the back of Hunter's head, "But it's going to be a long time coming... One day, I'll try my best to follow behind you. "
Hunter was in a much better mood.
"Can I think that the reason you don't want to sleep with me is that you like me so much?"
"I don't particularly like you..." Winston let go of his embrace and turned to hold Hunter's face, looking at him very seriously, "but you can't imagine how much I love you."
Hunter only felt that he was shaken a little by the other party again.
This was the first time Winston had told him his heart without any so-called euphemism.
At that moment, Hunter actually felt that it didn't matter if the other party died.
"Has Marcus changed your room for you?"
"Well, he texted me."
"Then I'll send you there. But you must do what you promised me."
"I see, I won't run around, I'll be with the people the team arranges to accompany me." Hunter nodded.
In fact, the crazy fan who likes to take pictures and follow them may not come to Singapore!
This time, Marcus really gave him a presidential suite. Hunter slept in the inner room, while Jonny, his assistant, slept in the outer room.
When Jonny saw Winston bring in the luggage for Hunter, he was too nervous to speak.
"Hunter is up to you. Watch him during the Grand Prix and don't let him go anywhere by himself," Winston told Jonny.
Jonny suddenly felt a sense of being valued, "I know! I will pay attention! Please rest assured, I will protect Hunter!"
Hunt's face was covered in black lines. As far as Jonny's small body is concerned, there are really bad people, and I don't know who is protecting who!
In Jonny's eyes, Winston had his own filter, and even the posture of taking out Hunter's crumpled coat and throwing it away was a mess.
Hunter turned his face to Jonny and smiled, put one hand on Winston's shoulder and said, "Good family man, right?"
Jonny nodded vigorously, then quickly shook his head when he realized something.
When the clothes were hung up, Hunter closed the bedroom door, fell back on the big King SIZE bed, and stretched out: "Are you sure you don't want to sleep with me here?"
Winston knelt on one knee by the bed and lowered himself to support Hunter. Looking at him from this angle, his hair is blowing down, and the blue in his eyes is also very obvious, which is really good-looking.
"I'm sleeping here, are you sure you won't run away suddenly?"
"Then can you kiss me before leaving?"
Winston closed his eyes and smiled, a little helpless, but it was more of a soft-hearted love from Hunter. He approached Hunter and kissed him.
The kiss was so restrained that he didn't even stick his tongue out.
Knowing he couldn't fan the flames any longer, Hunter said softly, "See you on the track."
"Well, see you on the track."
Winston got up, opened the door and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to nod to Jonny. Jonny felt the burden on him again.
When he heard Winston leave the door closing, Hunter sat up and scratched the back of his head: "Why... I miss him now..."
Okay, the game is about to start, and the most important thing now is to concentrate.
Hunter simulated the Marina City circuit in his mind.
His phone vibrated, picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Owen.
Owen: My black fans have come to Singapore.
Hunter could imagine that this text was not only sent to him by Owen, but also to all the people he could harass, such as Shire.
Hunter replied: Oh, what did that black fan do
Owen: Gave me a present at the door. I opened it and saw bloody chicken feet.
Hunter, who wanted to laugh, suddenly felt that this matter was a little serious.
He replied: Bloody chicken feet are intimidating, right
Owen: Yeah, I'm so scared I can't sleep at night. Little Hunter, will you accompany me
Hunter: I'm also a poor guy with BT fans. You better let Charles accompany you!
In the evening, Hunter ordered food from the hotel and delivered it to his room.
Jonny was in the bathroom when the knock sounded, and Hunter got up and opened the door.
The hotel waiter pushed the dining cart in and lifted the cover up.
Hunter was stunned for a while. It was a rather delicate western meal, but what he ordered was just the most common creamy asparagus spaghetti.
"That... is it sent by mistake?"
"No mistake. This is a special service."
special service? Did Winston give him the order
Hunter raised his head to look at the other party, and suddenly felt that the waiter was a little familiar.
After two or three seconds, Hunter realized something, and his nerves suddenly tightened.
"Merlin? You... became a waiter at this hotel?"
"Isn't it? I have always wanted to serve you." Merlin walked towards Hunter, his eyes were filled with undisguised enthusiasm.
"Ah, how could it be bad! That's good!" Hunter tried to force a smile, but he wasn't expected to smirk.
And Jonny is still taking a bath, why did this guy take a bath at a critical moment? And I put "30 Seconds to Mars" in the bathroom with my phone, which is very loud.
"I made this myself. Can I give you a taste?" Merlin cut off a piece of beef, picked up the plate, forked the small piece of beef, and walked towards Hunter.
Hunter stepped back and sat on the sofa.
Merlin's eyes were so reverent that Hunter was uneasy.
Hunter is really not sure if he can eat this piece of beef, but at least he now suspects that the person who has been stalking and filming himself is Merlin.
Hunter's palms were quietly sweating, and he had to start planning how to avoid Merlin.
However, the piece of beef had been delivered to Hunter's lips, and Hunter had a hunch that if he didn't open his mouth, this Merlin might go crazy.
Although... he may have been insane in the first place.
At this moment, Henry's cell phone in his pocket vibrated.
As if he was saved, Hunter smiled politely at Merlin and said, "Wait a minute, I'll see if it's the team's information. As the race is approaching, there will be more notices and notices."
Hunter took out the phone, but he didn't dare to call for help in front of Merlin, so he could only pretend to check the text messages on the phone.
Owen: I'm so lonely, come with me! I accompany you to practice rolling the sheets!
If only just now, Hunter would have joked about "waiting for me in bed" or something, but now Hunter just wants to know, how can he remind others that the crazy fan is in his room
At that moment, Merlin suddenly stretched out his arm to take Hunter's phone, Hunter quickly avoided it, but Merlin's expression changed instantly.
"That's not the Marcus team guy, it's Lawrence Owen."
Hunter was dumbfounded, how could Merlin know
More importantly, Hunter's reaction allowed Merlin to confirm his guess.
The expression that was obviously worried that Hunter didn't like the food he sent was replaced by a gloomy expression.
"Merlin..." Hunter had never encountered such a scene before, and he was speechless for a while.
"Do you want to ask how I know?"
He tilted his head to look at Hunter, put the beef and fork on the dining cart, and slowly approached Hunter.
"Because I've been looking at you... I've been looking at you all the time! There are so many people in the world... I only see you in my eyes!"
Merlin reached out and covered Hunter's face, making Hunter lean back against the sofa in shock.
"I've always liked you so much, I noticed you from the first time I saw you driving a car! The media that said you were a tough genius, the big teams trying to poach you, and your so-called friend Vann Winston... they didn't see you, but I did!"
Hunter took a deep breath. Winston was right. In the desert of Dubai, the person Merlin really wanted to approach was him, not Winston!
"I'm cheering for you when you're behind! I'm comforting you when you're down! How I am now by your side, how I want to hug you who are at a loss in front of the media! I watch you step by step to where you are now. level!"
Merlin looked at Hunter through gritted teeth.
Hold him steady, don't provoke him. Hunter said to himself.
"Thank you, Merlin. Without your support, I wouldn't be where I am today." Hunter raised his hand and patted Merlin on the shoulder.
Jonny, are you a woman!
How long do you have to wash!
"Yes, my support is very important to you, right? Did you receive the rose I gave you? Do you like it?" Merlin asked Hunter with a smile.
"I like it, of course I like it..."
I'm not a woman! What are you giving me roses!
"Liar! Liar! You liar!"
Merlin suddenly became excited, his voice was very low, but with uncontrollable anger.
"What are you talking about? I didn't lie to you..."
Hunter was about to cry, how could he like roses from someone who was inexplicable
"You didn't even take the rose I pinned to the door! It was thrown into the garbage bag by the cleaners! My thoughts don't matter to you!"
"Merlin, you didn't sign, how do I know you gave it to me? And that room is too small, I don't live there. I'm here instead." Hunt said in a patient tone as much as possible .
"That's it... I'm still wondering if you didn't accept my roses because you didn't have a vase..."
Looking at Merlin gradually calming down, Hunter exhaled.
At this moment, Hunter's phone vibrated again.
Merlin grabbed the phone very quickly, as if being hit by an electric shock. Hunter was about to get it back, but Merlin pulled out the Swiss knife from his waist and pointed at Hunter: "Don't move!"
As the game approached, Hunter couldn't get hurt. It was no joke if he was stabbed by that knife. Hunter could only froze there.
Whose text is it
Is it Owen that bastard or Winston
"Owen! Owen! It's Lawrence Owen again! You're with him, right? Why? Why! Because he has a pretty face? Or because he fascinates you in bed!" Merlin's fingers on the phone were extremely With force, his uncontrollable shout finally penetrated the bathroom door.
Jonny wrapped the towel around the door and opened the door: "What sound..."
When he saw Merlin holding a knife, he was shocked: "You... Who are you! What do you want to do!"
The moment Merlin saw Jonny, his surprise turned into anger.
He slammed Hunter's phone out, Hunter's eyes widened and he immediately got up and tried to grab the phone, but it passed over Hunter's head at a very fast speed, hitting Jonny's head.
"Ah—" Jonny made a painful voice, covering his head, blood flowing down from his forehead, horrible to watch.
Hunter was also startled. Just as he was about to rush over, Merlin took the lead, came to Jonny's side, grabbed his collar, and pressed the knife to Jonny's chin.
"My God..." Jonny was at a loss, and his legs were unsteady.
Hunter stretched out his hands: "Merlin, what are you doing? Don't get excited. If there is any misunderstanding, we will clarify things now."
"Is he your man too! Are you going to sleep with him tonight?" Merlin asked in a persistent and frantic voice.
"His name is Jonny. It's the life assistant that Mr. Marcus arranged for me. Life assistant, do you understand? It's just to help me sort my clothes, I'm hungry and I'll order food for me, I'm going out, he has to follow me like that ."
Hunter's panicked heart tightened, especially when he saw that the tip of the dagger was about to pierce the skin of Jonny's neck, and his back was covered in cold sweat.
"And what about Lawrence Owen?"
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: This BT fan has been with you for so long and can't figure out who your man is
Hunter: So what
Winston: I want him to be clear in the next chapter.