"Don't hide from me..." Winston let go of Hunter slightly and whispered.
Hunter didn't answer, just turned his face and touched his lips.
"Like the song you sang to me just now... never leave me."
Winston's eyes sank, and he pulled up all of Hunter's clothes.
He is in a hurry, it seems that the world will be destroyed in the next second, they will cease to exist, time will be compressed, and their embrace will shatter.
"...Shouldn't we be before the last race..." Winston said in a hoarse voice.
He was almost against Hunter, his breathing was so hot, but he held Hunter tightly and suppressed himself.
Hunter raised his eyebrows a little, twitched the corners of his mouth, and replied arrogantly, "Go to the last fucking stop... Our last stop is still long!"
In an instant, Winston pressed down eagerly and forcefully, and the collision between his lips and tongue was about to make fire.
Hunter felt the strength and heat of this man. As if the twenty years before him had been completely wasted, he had never longed for someone like this.
The breath also bursts open, and everything is so hot that there is a force that breaks through everything.
"If I try my best, you can't fall in love with me... I used to think I would be reluctant to destroy you... But I was wrong... "
He bumped into him and said in a gnashing voice.
"...What will you do?" Hunter's heart beat fast.
"Like now... kill you..."
The depths of Hunter's brain were also slammed into shock by the opponent.
It was another crazy possession that turned upside down. He tried to kiss him from every angle. Hunter thought that this was his greatest strength, but the desire and demand he burst out far exceeded his imagination.
"Let me... give me a break..."
Hunter propped his upper body forward in a blurry way, his hand had just clasped the edge of the bed, and was dragged back by the other party.
The fierce kiss fell on the back of his head, and he was pressed against the wall at this angle, and the force hit him again and destroyed him.
Once Hunter found the unrealistic scene in the action movie, when Winston picked him up and dropped him, he pressed him to himself.
Pain and horror drowned in Winston's powerful kiss.
He reached the top, thinking that he could breathe a sigh of relief and slowly slide down from a height of 10,000 meters. He wanted to regain his breath and heartbeat. The seemingly cold man, but it seemed that he would never go out, turned sideways and kissed him. he.
From the small soothing kisses to the increasingly overwhelming possession, his senses were turned upside down, and Winston ruled him completely.
Chaos and chaos, all principles are broken, all laws are broken, only the collision of this man surpasses all the realities in the world.
If it's going to die because of this man, Hunter thinks... why not
The eleven o'clock sunlight fell through the curtains on the messy bed.
Hunter opened his lips slightly and frowned slightly.
Winston put his arms around him and touched his forehead, which was a little hot.
There were marks all over Hunter, and Winston's fingers brushed the lilac mark around his Adam's apple.
"Um… "
"I'll give you another rub with cold water. You're running a fever."
"Um..." Hunter hugged Winston, obviously not letting him go, "Didn't you just wipe..."
Winston lowered his head and touched Hunter's tired eyes. When Hunt fell asleep again, Winston slowly got up and came to the window.
"I think I need a personal doctor... Hunter has a fever." Winston raised his hand and brushed his hair behind his head. "I don't know who to look for here in New York."
"Fever... What have you done?" There was a hint of playfulness in the other party's voice.
"Erwin... he's almost thirty-nine degrees."
Winston suppressed his breathing, his voice was low, but very suppressed. He turned his head and glanced at Hunter under the quilt.
"Are you crazy? Before the last race of the Grand Prix... so indulgent?"
Erwin is Chen Mobai's English name. The lazy man in this voice suddenly became serious.
"I need a doctor," said Winston coldly.
"Doctor? The doctor I know just left New York to communicate abroad. And you can stand the doctor seeing his wound?" Chen Mobai asked back, but got no answer from Winston.
"Okay... Although as a friend, other people may give you things like covers, but the things I gave you are obviously more practical."
"What?" Winston narrowed his eyes.
"Remember the last time I gave you a small box and told you that there was medicine in it and you wanted to take it with you?"
"Remember, it's still there." Winston quickly found his suitcase, found the box in the compartment of the suitcase, and opened it, "It's all in Chinese."
"Hunter has no history of allergies to anti-inflammatory drugs, right?"
"I'm sure not."
"Crush the brown tablets into powder and apply them to the wounds on his body. For the rest of the day, three times a day, two tablets at a time for him to take. I gave you Chinese patent medicine. By three o'clock in the afternoon, he was still not getting better. You have to take him to the hospital, no matter how much you don't want his body to be seen by other men, OK?"
"thanks."
"By the way... Is it convenient to ask... Can you tell me how many times you tossed at night and made him have a fever? The endurance and physique of the racer are very good... "
"I owe you this time."
With that, Winston hung up the phone.
By three o'clock in the afternoon, Hunter finally had a fever. Winston stroked his broken hair lightly and sighed.
Hunter's eyes trembled and opened.
"Winston..."
"Huh?" Winston leaned down and kissed him.
"I want to drink water..."
"Okay, I'll pour it for you."
"I'm so hungry..."
"I'll make you something to eat."
"Are we missing the plane to Melbourne?"
"Don't worry, I called Mr. Marcus."
"Oh, okay..." Hunter's voice was so hoarse, he suddenly remembered something and sat up suddenly, the pain in his waist and his leg about to be broken made him frown, "Then what did Marcus say? "
"It's nothing. I said there's a little problem with our house, and you can't play without a solution." Winston sat beside him and touched his ear lightly.
"Oh… "
Marcus must not have imagined that this was just a lie from Winston.
Winston handed the water glass to Hunter, who was obviously thirsty, raised his head and drank it in three or two gulps.
"slower."
The water that he didn't have time to swallow ran down Hunter's lips, slid across his chin, and dripped onto the sheets, his throat surging, and even the marks on the side of his neck rose and fell.
Winston's fingers brushed the corners of Hunter's lips, and the knuckles froze there.
"Huh?" Hunter asked in a hoarse voice, his voice not loud and with a hint of doubt.
Winston's eyes dimmed, and he suddenly pressed him back on the pillow. Hunter was dizzy with shock. In addition, the bones and muscles of his whole body seemed to be torn apart. After such a collision, Hunter groaned in pain. stand up.
Even the corners of his eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm sorry..." Winston lowered his body, resting his forehead lightly on Hunter, "I couldn't hold back..."
Hunter paused, thinking of the place where he was numb but painful, he said in a pitiful voice: "I want to come back too... Except for some of the poses that were scary last night... I think it's pretty... cool... "
Hunter's voice was as low as a mosquito humming.
Winston froze there.
But Hunter could feel his temperature rise.
"Really... which poses do you find scary?"
Winston's breath was between Hunter's lips, which made Hunter start to move.
"You... when you picked me up..."
"But I like it. Because when you're scared, you'll hold me tighter, and even tighter below."
Winston couldn't help but kissed Hunter's lips, and reached into the quilt. Hunter's brows quickly furrowed.
"Don't touch me... I hurt..."
After a long time, Winston exhaled, got up and went to the bathroom.
Hunter turned sideways with difficulty, looked at Winston's back, and smirked.
"You have today too."
At this time, Hunter suddenly understood what Owen meant by asking him to count how long Winston had been in the bathroom when he and Winston were on vacation in Dubai.
"This guy Owen..."
This time, Winston stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour, and Hunter, who was sitting by the head of the bed, couldn't help urging him with a hoarse voice.
"I'm hungry! I want to eat! Come out!"
Obviously, Winston did not answer what he meant.
Hunter licked the corner of his mouth and continued to shout. After all, he only had a throat that could barely function.
"I'm so hungry... I want a cheese omelet..."
Winston still ignored him.
"Winston, why haven't you come out yet! You're going on, it's going to break down there!"
Two seconds later, a suppressed and slightly sullen voice pierced through the door.
"You say one more word, and I'll come out and kill you."
Hunter was shocked and immediately stopped talking.
At the beginning of last night, Winston was very restrained, and how hot and forceful it was in the back, Hunter thought that it was a miracle that he could survive.
After another ten minutes, Hunter finally heard the sound of running water from the sink.
The man was about to come out when Hunter immediately shrank into the quilt and covered his head, until he went downstairs, Hunter lifted the quilt and looked at it.
There is no intact place, which is terrible.
If it comes again... ah, half a time, he might really be dead.
"so close… "
Things like playing with fire, Hunter decided to do less in the future.
The consequences are usually tragic.
Hunter didn't understand it before, and now he understands.
After ten minutes, Hunter faintly smelled the aroma of the food.
Winston came in with his plate and sat down beside him.
"You got a little hurt there, so I didn't put bacon in the quiche."
"Yeah!" Hunter reached for it, but when he was holding the plate, he realized that his arms were shaking.
The arm that has been holding the steering wheel of the F1 for more than two hours and has made countless turns without any problem is actually sore at the moment as if it lacks movement... Probably because he was holding Winston too hard yesterday, and... It seems to be open So many rounds for so long...
"Let me do it."
Winston took the plate, poked a small piece of omelet with a fork, and put it into Hunter's mouth.
"Is it tasty?"
"Mmmm... it tastes like the Mexican Cheese Chicken Taco I always go to!"
Winston smiled faintly.
It was only then that Hunter understood that Winston had made it according to Hunter's liking.
After eating the whole omelet, Winston looked at him and said, "Take some medicine later and get a good night's sleep."
"Um… "
But after the fever subsided, Hunter had no sleep at all. He lay on the bed bored, playing with his mobile phone with one hand, and Winston went to receive the courier in the afternoon.
A few minutes later, Winston was seen walking in with what looked like a magazine.
"What? You ordered a magazine?"
"It's from Losey, the photo album we made last time."
"Really? I want to see it!" Hunter couldn't care about the pain in his back, so he was about to stand up, and Winston put the album directly on the pillow.
Hunt couldn't wait to flip through it.
On the first page, he was carrying the rose, and Winston nodded close to him, holding the rose petals on his shoulders.
That expression is indescribably ambiguous and sexy.
Hunter gulped down his saliva, and a burst of heat rushed to his lower abdomen.
Turning it over again, it was Winston hugging him from behind again, his eyes were covered with each other's tie, and Winston was holding a rose and stabbed him fiercely.
Suddenly thinking of what the other party did in his body last night, Hunter's ears turned even redder.
At this time, Winston was lying on Hunter's side, and his hand had already reached into Hunter's quilt, and what he was doing... Absolutely no one imagined that it was Vann Winston.
"You... do you still want to come?" Hunter felt agitated in his heart, especially looking at Winston's icy blue eyes filled with longing, his whole body felt hot.
"I'm afraid I'll really kill you again."
"Then you still put your hand in!"
"Because I'm by your side, but you have feelings for the photo?" Winston leaned over and asked back.
Hunter was hot to the point of bleeding.
"I want to drink!"
"I'll help you solve it first and then pour water for you."
After that, Winston buried his head in the quilt, and Hunter was going to be driven mad by him!
The next morning, Hunter sat up and shook his shoulders from side to side. Winston on the side had already got up. Hunter also put on his pants, put on a T-shirt, walked downstairs, and found the oven inside. They were baking what seemed to be pie, and Winston was dicing fruit while holding his phone, as if to juice Hunter.
"Thanks for your medicine, his fever is gone."
Winston heard Hunter's footsteps, said goodbye to the other party, and turned around to see Hunter tilting his head with his pockets in his pockets.
"Are you all right?"
"It seems to be alright." Hunter moved his shoulders and turned his waist again, "Except for that place, it seems to be a little swollen... It seems that there is no pain anywhere else."
Hunter stretched his head to look at Winston's cell phone, but the other party had already put it in his pocket: "What kind of medicine did you give me! It's amazing!"
"You can't take medicine indiscriminately. But... You've recovered so well, and I suddenly felt that my previous patience was not worth it."
Winston turned and leaned against the sink to look at Hunter.
There was an ambiguity in his eyes, which made Hunter's heart beat wildly.
"You... Your patience is definitely worth it! What if I don't have a fever?" Hunter suddenly felt that he should lie in the quilt and pretend to be pitiful.
"Fool." Winston said with a small smile, bowing his head.
Hunter felt as if a feather was tickling his heart again.
Sitting at the dining table, eating Winston's baked pie, Hunter said admiringly, "How can you make so many things! I can't."
"You can do a search on your mobile phone, as long as you don't have mental problems, you should be able to do it." Winston handed the juice to the other party.
"So... I have a problem with my intelligence?" Hunter suddenly felt that the apple pie was not very tasty.
Winston laughed without answering.
While Hunt liked the feeling of being together like this, the final race was still the focus.
They took the next day's flight to Melbourne.
Marcus came to pick him up in person and gave Hunter a big hug as soon as they met.
"Oh, poor boy... is your kitchen fixed?"
"Huh? Kitchen?" Hunter looked back uncertainly at Winston, who was carrying two people's luggage.
"Yeah, Winston told me that when you microwaved the popcorn it exploded! The microwave broke and it blew up the kitchen! You've got a heartache and you've got someone to fix it..."
Hunter turned his head to look at Winston.
You can make up such a ridiculous reason
"Well, the kitchen has been repaired."
Instead of worrying about my kitchen, you might as well worry about my waist!
"Then I'll take Hunter back to the hotel and give you a ride, Winston."
"thanks."
While driving, Marcus said, "Sometimes it feels like time really flies. In a blink of an eye, Hunter has changed from a rookie who makes low-level mistakes in corners and lines to a favorite in the races. already."
"Thank you for always remembering my dark history." Hunter looked at Winston beside him and shrugged.
"And Owen and Shire, and before you know it, it's their 15th year in Formula 1."
"What's the matter? Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"
"Because you are tired these two days, I didn't tell you. The day before yesterday, when Owen was interviewed by Mr. Cacho, he expressed his intention to retire."
"What? Why do you want to retire? Is it because he is thirty-six years old? But his physical fitness and judgment are obviously in good condition!"
"Probably because I want to retire when I'm in good shape. The end of a hero is very sad." Marcus said.
Hunter opened his mouth, but did not speak.
"Which hotel is the Red Bull Racing Team staying at?" Winston asked after a long time.
"Huh? It's a hotel with us," Marcus replied.
Winston turned his face to Hunter and said, "Go find him. You can't finish the game perfectly if you don't spit it all out for that person."
"Thank you," Hunter did not expect Winston to say.
This time, Winston did not accompany Hunter, but let Hunter go to Owen's room by himself.
When he knocked on the door, Owen's familiar voice sounded.
"Is it a beauty? It's not a beauty who doesn't open the door."
"I'm not a beauty, but I'm your fan."
Owen on the other side of the door was silent for two seconds, then opened the door and saw Hunter standing at the door with his pockets in his pockets.
"Yo, it's you."
"Yes, it's me."
Hunter walked in, Owen took out the mineral water from the mini fridge and threw it to Hunter.
"Why did you come to me all of a sudden?" Owen asked with a smile, leaning against the windowsill.
This man has hardly changed from when he first saw him racing a dozen years ago.
But if you look closely, you will find that he has changed a lot.
His obsession with victory and defeat was concealed in his eyes, with a bit of detachment.
"I'm here to confess to you."
As soon as Hunter's words fell, Owen coughed violently.
"You... Are you okay? Or are you going to take revenge on me? Aren't you getting along with Winston right now?" Owen waved his hand immediately.
"I'm afraid that if I don't say it, there is no need to tell you again in the future."
"what?"
"Do you know why I know that every time you help me, you must have the purpose of playing tricks on me and watching a good show, but I still choose to believe you every time?"
Hunter looked at Owen with a solemn expression.
"Oh, what is it?"
"When I first learned about Formula 1, I was seven years old. At that time, you and Shire were still in the Lotus team. Together, you two made Lotus the championship that year. ."
"Thank you for reminding me that you were only seven years old. I'm almost sixteen years older than you," Owen said with a smile.
"I have a poster of you and Shire hanging in my room," Hunter said.
The smile on Owen's face gradually disappeared, and he looked at Hunter solemnly.
"… thanks."
"My wish at that time was to one day be able to compete with you and appreciate your superb skills. This is the fusion of time and experience, and no one can easily break the era you created. I can't do it, and neither does Winston. We can't. We can surpass what you've achieved, but we'll never surpass what you've created."
"Hunter..."
"You know how happy I was when I got my F1 license? Because you and Shire were still on the track! God knows how hard I worked the first three races, although the harder I tried, the funnier I got, but... I I want you and Ciel to know that there is a kid who has been chasing you for more than ten years."
Owen looked at Hunter with a surprised expression in his eyes.
"Owen, we're all going to be overtaken eventually. There used to be people who continued to be Formula 1 drivers even into their 50s. But with the innovation of technology, concentration and physical strength have become the boundaries, but you also know in your heart, You haven't reached your limit yet..."
"I'm just tired, Hunter. I've been on the track for over ten years, almost the most important years of my life, and aside from the humming of the track and the engine, I suddenly realize... I'm not sure about my own. What is the goal?"
Owen came over and patted Hunter on the shoulder.
"But are you willing? Are you willing to just abandon the era you and Ciel created like this. Are you sure someone can inherit your era?" Hunter looked at Owen, and there was a powerful force in his eyes, which made Owen The already tired heart suddenly burst into flames at that moment.
"Or are you afraid of being overtaken? You think Winston and I are scary, so you're going to walk off the altar yourself before you fall?" Hunter asked.
"Why are you so annoying, little brat?" Owen said helplessly.
"I'm not likeable in the first place. You have to teach me a lesson because I hate it, don't you? And the only place you can teach me a lesson is on the track! Once you get out of here, I can spend the next ten years. Always laugh at you for losing without a fight." Hunter turned to look at Owen, "Thirty-six is still young."
"Okay, Hunter, how about we make a bet?"
Owen smiled and looked at Hunter.
"What bet?"
"In this last race, if you can pass me, pass Ciel, pass Winston and win the championship, I will continue to play next year until you beat me and Ciel in the standings, let's retire I'll leave this arena to you." Owen raised his hand and adjusted Hunter's slanted neckline, "There are no traps in this bet, only winning and losing."
"Okay." Hunter replied.
There was no hesitation in his voice, firm enough to make Owen wonder if he had already won the championship.
"Now, you can go back. And I have to recharge my batteries and I must not be taken down by you. I am very longing for retirement."
Owen replied with a small smile.
"Wait!" Hunter wiped his neck.
When Hunter left Owen's room, Owen raised his voice and said, "Don't let Winston know you're confessing to me. I'm afraid he'll kill me."
Hunter gave him a middle finger.
As soon as he went out, he bumped into Charles.
"Hey, kid! Look at people while walking!"
"Got it!" Hunter walked to the elevator without looking back.
"What's wrong with this kid?" Charles said, looking at Owen.
"He gave me a battle post."
"Oh, is it because you told Mr. Cacho that you intend to retire?" Charles opened Owen's mini-fridge to himself and took a bottle of orange juice.
"yes."
"Owen, do you remember the time when the two of us drank together and agreed to retire together?" Ciel asked with his head lowered.
"Remember. Because we were issued an F1 license on the same day, the same month, the same year, and we joined Lotus on the same day."
"So I've been wanting to ask you a question when I read your interview with Mr. Cacho."
"what is the problem?"
"Am I boring you? We've been rivals for more than ten years, and you're tired to fight against me?" Ciel still looked at the orange juice in his hand.
"Why do you suddenly say that?"
"You know my marriage failed, I have two kids, but they barely remember what I look like. I'm arrogant and have no friends. If I leave Formula 1 one day, I'm going to be lonely. I always thought, You are the opponent of my life and the only person in the world who knows me." Ciel replied.
"I am still your lifelong opponent, and the person who knows you best in the world. Charles, being your enemy is the greatest honor in my life."
Ciel's fingertips trembled, looking at Owen.
"So, our era will come to an end, and we will let those who succeed us remember us forever."
Owen said.
"Of course." Ciel pulled the corners of his lips, his eyes were boiling with fighting intent.
Hunter suddenly didn't want to go back to his room at all. The four walls would make him feel depressed. Something was surging in his mind. If he didn't use up all his strength, there would be no real peace in the Great Dao.
He touched a pack of cigarettes, came to the street lamp outside the hotel, leaned against the lamp post, and lit a cigarette.
Someone came to him, and his nose was the familiar smell of aftershave and men's body wash.
Hunt turned his face sideways, squinting and smiling at each other.
"When I'm free, you show up. When I'm upset, you show up too. Now when I'm a little lonely, you show up again."
"So, have you spoken to Owen?"
"Well. Owen and Shire represent an era in Formula One. So what do you think is the best way to honor this era?"
"Beat them," Winston replied.
"I like you like this." Hunter continued to smile with squinted eyes. "I will do my best in this race. Don't be easily defeated by me, Vann Winston."
"Don't be too proud." Winston smiled lightly.
The Albert Park circuit is a street circuit without too many 90-degree corners, so the layout of the entire circuit is quite smooth. In the middle of the track is a beautiful lake.
Before the free practice session, the team held a technical meeting.
Hunter listened carefully to all technical advice and track analysis. The engineering team led by Shen Chuan completed the debugging of the car according to the characteristics of this race track.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: I'm thirsty!
Winston: I gave you so much yesterday, and you're still thirsty
Hunter: …I’m hungry…
Winston: I still have it, do you want it
Hunter: …