Hunter allowed the opponent's hands to do anything on his body. The temperature of his palms just showed that he cared about Hunter. Winston, who was just leaning down, finally raised one leg and pressed it up step by step.
However, just as Winston's fingers buckled Hunter's jeans back and pulled down, Hunter tensed up, and he was about to turn sideways to avoid Winston in an instant.
It's all like an instinctive reaction, or the result of practicing with Irving many times.
But Hunter didn't shy away, because he didn't want Winston to be sad any more.
Winston stopped there, his hands resting on Hunter's ears, his eyes as calm as the sea.
"That's why you and Owen hang out, right?"
Hunter froze, knowing that Winston had seen through him.
"He taught you how to seduce me before, and now he teaches you... how to reject me."
"No! I never thought of rejecting you! I didn't!"
"Can I hug you then?" Winston asked.
It was the soft voice that was only used to speak to Hunter, which always made Hunter easily shake his mind.
Hunter couldn't bear to make him sad more than being killed or something.
Even practice or qualifying is not as important to Hunter as Winston.
Hunter looked up, looked Winston in the eyes and said, "…Okay."
The next moment, his clothes were ripped off, his jeans were vulnerable, and everything was like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis, speeding by.
Hunter closed his eyes and dared not let the air out.
He gritted his teeth, and it felt like he was racing off the track at any moment and crashing into powder in the buffer zone.
Hunter's heart almost jumped out of his throat when Winston got close to him.
But he didn't expect that Winston just kissed him softly on the cheek.
"I never wanted to kill you... so you don't have to take death like that."
Still in that soft voice, Hunter suddenly understood that everything Winston had just done was a test.
He wanted to know if Hunter could accept him, but he was disappointed.
"Let's take it slow." Winston's fingers brushed Hunter's brow bone. "It's not that you're afraid that I'll hurt you or even hurt you... You're just not used to giving yourself to me completely. Give it to me, you won't lose yourself, and you will never lose me."
Hunter's eyes warmed and his throat trembled.
Obviously he did something that made Winston unhappy, but in turn was comforted by him.
Having lost his parents, he has long been used to taking everything by himself, and now Winston is willing to solve all the troubles for him, tolerate him and love him. If he lost him after he gave himself to this man with all the hopes and expectations of his life... Hunter didn't know how to bear it.
Hunter hugged Winston tightly, holding him close to him for a long time, unwilling to let go.
"Fool. Don't let Lawrence Owen teach you how to overwhelm me again."
"...How do you know I asked Owen to teach this!" Hunter was completely surprised.
Could it be that Owen's scum betrayed him
Winston sighed: "You can think about these things in your head."
Hunter had a sense of frustration that he was looked down upon by the other party.
"Next time you want to overwhelm me, I'll teach you."
Compared with the indifference and unpredictability just now, Winston's eyes at this moment are the warmth that Hunter likes the most, and there is no bottom line of tolerance.
"You teach me? Are you willing to teach me how to overwhelm you? I don't believe it!" Hunter's eyes widened.
Winston kissed him directly on the lips.
"If you're trying to overwhelm me with brute force, that's ridiculously stupid."
"Why? We are all racing drivers, and we have the same physical training and strength training. Why do I get knocked down by you every time?"
About this, Hunter is puzzled.
"Because I'm better at using my limbs than you are."
Winston replied.
"All limbs?" Hunter asked softly, tilting his head.
"Um."
"Then give me a good kiss. Don't be like that."
Winston froze slightly.
"I know you were angry just now... but now you're not, so... I think..."
Before Hunter could finish his words, Winston stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched Hunter's upper lip lightly. The fleeting soft feeling made Hunter suck directly.
Obviously he asked Winston to kiss him, but he kissed him instead.
The lack of help just now all became the reason for the request, Winston closed his eyes and responded to Hunter's sucking.
Until Marcus called, Winston stretched his arm and took the phone.
"Hey, are you in the hotel now?"
"Well, don't worry." Winston stood up with one hand and looked Hunter in the eyes.
At this time, Winston's hair was a little messy, and the collar of his T-shirt was crooked to one side, revealing his beautiful collarbone.
Hunter subconsciously reached out and touched it.
Winston clenched his fingers on Hunter's ear. Hunter tilted his head and was about to hook Winston's collar with his fingers when the other party suddenly turned sideways and grabbed Hunter's hand.
"Well, I'll take Hunter to the police station. See you tomorrow."
Winston put the phone down, still frowning at Hunter: "Do you want to die?"
Hunt shook his head.
"Sleep! Let's sleep!"
He rolled over and was about to wrap his arms around Winston's waist, but Winston got up unexpectedly.
"You sleep here, I'll go to sleep on the sofa."
"Why?" Hunter sat up.
"Because I can't help it, and you'll run out with your pants on."
Winston turned his face to the side, and the look made Hunter totally uncomfortable.
"I... I'm not afraid of you... " Hunter's heart was lost.
"I said, I can't help it."
No one could convince Winston that he was serious.
So all night, Hunter tossed in bed and couldn't sleep.
It was obvious that Winston was lying a few meters away from him, and he could see Winston's back as long as he lifted his chin.
He was lying on his side on the sofa, his legs were long and his ankles were outside the sofa. He was covered with a blanket, but the lines of his back could still be vaguely seen.
Hunter suddenly began to suspect that this was Winston's real punishment for him.
This man fell in love with him early on, so Hunter couldn't help but imagine that in the countless nights he didn't know before, was Winston, like himself at the moment, scratching his heart and wanting but having to endure it
Hunter pulled the quilt over his head.
His temperature, his breath, the way he kissed him, and even the pressure he pulled down his pants, Hunter suddenly wanted to die.
Don't look! sleep! sleep! sleep!
The next morning, Hunter was filmed by Winston, who went to the police station after breakfast at the hotel.
Hunter and Winston separately told officers what happened that night.
When they came out, they saw Owen.
"Hey, Owen... why are you here..."
Owen smiled and walked to Hunter: "Stinky boy, this time I was hurt badly by you!"
"What..." Hunter probably understood why Owen came.
"It turns out that the black fan who has been threatening me is your crazy fan! He just admitted that he has always thought that I have a relationship with you, so he came to target me. He wants to force me to leave you... He is wrong! Owen shrugged helplessly, then looked meaningfully in Winston's direction.
There was no expression on Winston's face, but when Owen's arm was about to touch Hunter's shoulder, it was directly blocked by Winston's palm.
"I know what you did when you were with Hunter."
As soon as Winston's voice came out, Hunter had a bad feeling and his eyelids jumped up.
"Oh—then what are you going to do? Little Hunter wants to overwhelm you," Owen said gloatingly.
"I will teach him how to overwhelm me with pleasure in the future, and you will keep those useless tricks for yourself."
Owen was choked by the words.
But then, his face returned to calm, and there was a smile that was not a smile.
"So how are you going to get Hunter to accept you? I heard you have the size of a Coke bottle?" Owen looked down, "I have to worry that you won't be happy."
Winston looked at Hunter who was about to escape with his head down, grabbed his back collar and pulled him back to his side.
"You don't have to worry about this problem. I will solve it."
Hunter admitted he was very surprised.
will you solve it
How are you going to solve it
This can't be solved at all! Unless you let me on!
"Also, if you teach Hunter some things that he doesn't have, although I can't guarantee that you can be invited out of the track every time, it can definitely be done to make you feel uncomfortable every race."
Winston's expression was still the same, but Hunter remembered the incident when he scolded McGrady before going off the track.
Owen chuckled lightly, looked at Hunter and said, "I told you that this guy will pay his bills, do you believe it? You let him bear it now, and he will ask you to come back in bed in the future."
After speaking, Owen whistled and left.
Hunter tremblingly looked at Winston beside him, but Winston raised his hand and rubbed the back of Hunter's head.
"I wouldn't do that."
"Huh..." Hunter exhaled.
Although Winston will retaliate, but at least the promises made will be fulfilled.
"But I'll let you beg me to hold you."
This sentence fell, and Hunter felt like he was struck by lightning.
Just as they were about to leave, Hunter heard Merlin shouting.
"I love him! I love him! Why can't I give him roses! Why can't I make him something to eat! Why can't I go to him! Why!"
Hunter stopped and looked back subconsciously.
But Winston's palm stretched out and directly blocked Hunter's eyes.
His palm was warm, occupying Hunter's mind.
"Look, that's how you attract BT fans."
"Huh?" Hunter turned around, "Why am I attracting BT fans?"
"You are too simple, you have no sense of distance from unnecessary people, and make everyone feel that you can be obtained. You gave Merlin hope, responded to Merlin's expectations, and let him develop a beautiful imagination, in his heart. You belong to him. Now, when he yells that he loves you, you soften your heart and wonder if you should respond."
Hunter knew that Winston was right.
"Did you think Merlin was abnormal when you were washing sand in the Dubai desert?"
Don't look at Winston's cold look, but he is much more accurate than his own eyes.
"I don't know if he's normal, but I know he feels more for you than a so-called fan. So I'm jealous."
Winston's answer was calm.
"You're jealous? You're Vann Winston... you're jealous?"
Hunter felt incredible. This guy has no fewer fans than Shire and Owen who have dominated Formula 1 for over a decade. How could he be jealous that he had a more enthusiastic fan at the time
"I'm jealous of your patience with him. I'm jealous of your affection for him. And in all the years I've been in love with you, I've never been treated like this."
"You... You fell in love with me for many years? Impossible, this is my first year in Formula 1! Could it be that you... You used to pay attention to karting? I remember you came from F3!"
Winston didn't answer the question, but raised his hand to straighten the ends of Hunter's upturned hair.
"Today, I just found out what I am really jealous of Merlin."
"what?"
"I'm jealous that he can go mad with impunity. Anything he wants to do, I want to do... watch you all the time, take revenge on everyone who approaches you, sneak into your room... I want to do it."
Hunter suddenly remembered that they often joked about the dialogue from "Murder Fast".
Maybe every sentence is Winston's real answer.
"I want to be rough with you, want revenge for everything you made me lose myself... want you to cry for me, want you to beg me for mercy, say to me... 'I'm sorry, Winston, I'm sorry I can't be enough Love you'. But I can't, because being hated by you is fatal to me."
Winston did not go on.
It was one of the longest words he had ever said to Hunter.
When the man stood waiting for him under the blue sky of Singapore, his hair was gently picked up by the passing wind, Hunter suddenly understood where the biggest gap in his relationship with Winston was.
- Winston loves more deeply than he is, so what Winston has given and poured into, he is not satisfied with now.
Hunter came out, walking side by side with Winston, neither fast nor slow.
Actually, Winston, every second I find myself loving you more than the last.
Hunter reached out and clasped Winston's fingers lightly. The other party didn't say anything, just bent his knuckles.
On the second day, the free practice session at the Marina Bay Circuit kicked off.
At present, the temperature in the city is about 30 degrees, and the temperature on the track is about 33 degrees. The team led by Shen Chuan adjusted a series of functions of the car according to the influence of the track ground temperature and air density. This race car carries more fuel, which increases the burden on the tires. This also means that Hunter has to pit at least twice. If there are special circumstances, the possibility of four pit stops cannot be ruled out.
"This track has nearly a quarter of the withdrawal data every year, and it is extremely challenging." The technical officer reminded Hunter, "I know you are a little crazy... But this time, be strict. Our biggest The expectation is not that you can once again pass a driver at the level of Shire, but to finish the race safely and keep the current standings."
"Okay, I see." Hunter nodded.
The technical officer was a little surprised. If it was the first few races, Hunter would definitely be unwilling, feeling that the team didn't trust him enough.
But this time, he saw the settled rationality and maturity in Hunter's eyes.
"It seems that it is beneficial to stay with Winston every day." The technical officer smiled and said.
"Ah? What's the benefit?"
"When you think quietly, you become more and more like him."
"Don't say this in front of Marcus. His sensitive heart will think that I am going to join Ferrari again." Hunter whispered to the technical officer covering his mouth.
The technical officer was stunned for two seconds, then immediately laughed.
By the end of the third practice session, Hunter was already familiar with the track.
Qualifying is about to start, Hunter finds a place to smoke as usual.
But he forgot to bring his lighter this time.
With a sigh, he took out his phone and was about to send a text message to ask where Winston was, but the other party had already sat down beside him and was about to light a cigarette for him.
I used to think it was a tacit understanding, but now Hunter understood that this was Winston's doting on him.
Hunter lifted the cigarette and took a sip: "I think this should be the last time I smoke with you before the game."
"You didn't smoke much, did you want to quit smoking?" Winston asked lightly.
Hunter turned his face and blew a smoke ring at him, but Winston didn't even blink.
"How do you like kissing?" Hunter asked.
"Are you comforting me? Because you think I'm upset about Merlin?" Winston said.
"No." Hunter shook his head. "The time I spend with you is like a cigarette. The longer it burns, the shorter it gets. In this case, why not spend more useful time kissing?"
Winston took Hunter's cigarette and took a puff.
"Are you sure?"
"What's wrong?"
"I thought you'd prefer to see me smoking," Winston replied softly.
"… "
Hunter was stunned.
Could it be that every time he watched Winston smoke, this guy actually knew? Maybe enjoy it
Indeed, the way this guy smokes with his eyes lowered, and the way he puts his fingers lightly between his lips, is very sexy.
Winston turned sideways and returned the half of the cigarette to Hunter's lips. As soon as Hunter opened his lips, Winston moved the cigarette away and kissed it instead.
His lips were warm, and no matter how many times that touch passed, Hunter felt full of anticipation.
"See you on the track."
Winston shook the cigarette beside Hunter's lips. Hunter bit the butt of the cigarette and said with a displeased expression, "Be careful of being squeezed down by me this time."
"Really? Then I'll squeeze in."
The word "get in" was clearly spoken, and Hunter twitched the corners of his mouth.
Winston is already well aware that he is afraid of his "big guy", and until what happens to Merlin, he will have some scruples. And now that he'll make it clear to Hunter that he wants to fuck him, this guy still doesn't mind what he and Owen "calculate".
Hunter felt that he had fallen into the pit and probably couldn't get out.
That night, qualifying kicked off.
Formula 1 is not a very high-profile event in Asia, but many fans come from all over the world. More than 80 percent of the tickets are sold, and the three famous stands are all sold out.
Hunter took a breath, and as soon as he looked up, he could see a banner with his name on it in the crowded audience.
"Your fans are really getting more and more." Mark, the instrument engineer, said with a smile.
"Haha..." Hunter smiled helplessly.
The more fans, does it mean that there are not more extreme and crazy fans like Merlin
…and Winston, who said he was more than Merlin in terms of madness.
Hunter looked up at the Singapore sky, closed his eyes and made a wish: I wish I could be on par with Vann Winston this time.
In the first quarter, the Marina Bay Circuit gave the teams a dismay. Williams' Colt made a mistake at Turn 7, nearly hurting Force India's Maiden. Winston held the lead, followed by Owen, followed by a battle for third and fourth place between Hunter and Shire. In the last three minutes, Hunter bit Charles and kept the third place.
At the beginning of the second quarter, Irving and Hunter's positional battle became more intense. After changing the soft tire, he brushed an amazing result, surpassing Hunter, and even overtaking Winston at the end of the second quarter. .
The final qualifying session was more competitive, with Winston trying to overtake Owen, while Hunter struggled to catch Winston's lap time.
Qualifying made the audience nervous. At the last minute, McLaren's Duchovny lost control of the steering while going through a right-hand turn and crashed into the buffer zone.
The audience screamed in surprise.
But Hunter's spirit was extremely focused, and he consistently locked onto his target - Vann Winston.
The person I want to surpass the most in this world is you.
If I am destined to let you possess me, then at least in another area that we also care about, I will possess your sight and direction.
Winston seemed to sense Hunter's determination, and he didn't let up even in the last thirty seconds, maintaining the lead to the end.
The starting order for the race is determined. In pole position is Mercedes-Benz's Charles, second is Owen, followed by Winston and Hunter.
After driving the car back, Hunter raised his head, took off his racing suit, hung it on his waist, unscrewed the mineral water bottle and drank.
At this time, the clapping sounded, and Hunter put down the water bottle, only to find that it was Nicky.
"Are you here to deliver flowers?" Hunter asked with a smile.
"Haha, it would be fine if it was an ordinary fan who gave you flowers. Vann Winston would kill me if I was found to be giving you flowers." Nikki pulled over the chair and looked up at Henry. special.
This guy is the major shareholder of the team, presumably to determine if his investment is worth it.
"You're just giving me flowers, and Winston will kill you?" Hunter pulled up another chair amusingly and sat down in front of Nicky, with one leg on the arm of the chair, one side of the ground. Shaking.
"That's what's so great about him. He can make people who don't know him feel that he is calm, rigorous and steady, let people who know him know his madness so they don't cross the line, and he can make you think you're safe by his side. ."
Nicky looked down and smiled.
"Am I not safe by his side?" Hunter asked rhetorically.
"Do you really understand this guy's possessiveness? Did you know he's invested in bars, clubs, and high-end clubs all over the world? Of course, some of them are owned by me and some by Lawrence Irving..."
Hunter narrowed his eyes: "What bar club?"
Nicky laughed out loud: "For example, the club where I met you. The staff told me later that when I was with you, Winston was watching us in front of the surveillance."
"What?" Hunter frowned, "I thought he had been waiting for me at the door!"
"No. You should be glad that you weren't tempted by me or pushed down by me, otherwise Winston would definitely rush in and kill you in that room."
"What—" Hunter's expression was a precursor to frizz, "That bastard!"
Then he heard everything he said at that time!
At that time, those words were the words he kept in his heart!
Winston just listened to it all!
"He's investing in these things... Could it be just to watch me in the surveillance room?"
"It should be that you always have a heart that wants to be debauched, so Winston put you under his jurisdiction, no one dares to provoke you no matter how your heart is rippling. He can use these places you like. Approaching you, and keeping you under control... I have to say that this plan is a waste of money and a lot of money."
Hunter clenched his fists.
If so, Winston might have been planning these things before they met in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix.
"Do you really want to rush out and beat him now?" Nicky asked with a smile, tilting his head.
"Are you telling me this to make me mad at him?" Hunter asked, squinting.
"Aren't you angry? You should be upset with the feeling of being planned and put in your pocket long ago?"
"Nonsense! Since he opened those clubs and bars, why didn't he give me the VIP card! Why did he make me pay! I paid tens of thousands of dollars when I was cheated by you! Winston also said he helped me pay it back Owen! It's been a long time, and all my money is in his pocket!"
Hunter stretched out his middle finger and tried hard.
Nicky looked at Hunter, and after two seconds turned his face away and smiled.
"What the hell are you laughing at?"
"You really like him. So he calculated everything about you, and you are not angry."
Hunter was stunned, took a breath, shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I'd rather be tricked by him than never meet him."
"Hunter, did you know that I was attracted to you the first time I saw you?" Nicky propped his chin, as if recalling something unforgettable in his eyes.
"Don't tell me... you're going to confess." Hunter was a little at a loss.
"You were so innocent and sexy back then, and it made me want to see you fascinated by me. Now you are different. When I watched you come out of the passage, you looked like a man who came back from a bloodbath. , mature and resolute, and enviably calm when speaking of Winston in front of me... So, drive a little further, go a little faster. Out of my imagination, I no longer need to chase with my eyes You." Nicky smiled and reached out to Hunter.
"Thank you." Hunt also shook hands with Nicky.
"Thank you for really being your fan, or thank you for telling you Winston's little secret?"
"All." Hunter got up with a smile, "The race starts tomorrow night, remember to come and see."
"certainly."
Hunter followed the convoy back to the hotel.
Because the Merlin affair was over, and Winston had said before that they would not sleep together before the game, Hunter was going to sleep by himself tonight.
Entering the hotel lobby, it happened that the Ferrari team had also returned, including Winston.
He was wearing a sweatshirt and had no expression on his face.
But Hunter knew that the guy looked at himself several times out of the corner of his eye.
Why do you fall into his routine every time
And it turned out to be from the beginning
Even if Hunter feels that he is willing to be trapped by him now, and there is still a little joy, but thinking about this guy's calm face, he feels... still angry.
After a few photos of himself and Owen that were clearly not bed sheets were taken, Winston was able to sleep with him that night, and Hunter decided to let him go too.
Otherwise, when I was really hooked by this guy, my heart would be so unbalanced that I couldn't correct it.
Hunter came to Winston with his pocket in his pocket and kicked his ankle with his toes: "Hey, I have something to tell you."
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Actually, you already love me very much.
Hunter: You are so easy to satisfy.
Winston: Because you're already thinking about how you're going to balance your mind after you're taken on by me.
Hunter: …
Winston: You don't really need to be unbalanced. Think about it from another angle, it's your bottom that ate me.
Hunter: …