Could You Not Tease Me?

"The next time you need a divorce partner who refuses, I can lend you this video!"

"Go and die! Lawrence Owen!"

The back of Hunt looking at these two guys seems to be fighting for a long time can not calm down.

"Hunt, let's go." Winston's voice sounded behind him. He was very close to him. Hunter couldn't help but imagine that this guy leaned forward slightly and spoke on his back.

Yes ... Winston also said just now to show him a striptease.

However, Hunt dare not look back at each other.

The phone rang at this time, showing Marcus's name. For the first time, Hunt thought Marcus's phone was so right.

"Hunter! Where did you go! Do you know that there are several sponsors who want to know you! You are the signboard of our team, but I can't find my signboard now!"

"I ... I just came out to breathe, I'll go back immediately!"

Hunter took a hard breath, turned around and smiled and said to Winston, "Marcus is going crazy! I must hurry back! Let me say it next time!"

After speaking, he turned around, and just as he was about to leave quickly, Winston behind him opened his long legs and grabbed his arm.

"Winston?" Hunt turned back.

"Charle didn't mean that to me."

"I ... I know! The response from Irving and Shire was already obvious ..."

"You don't like getting along with sponsors, we can leave and do what you like."

Winston's gaze was quiet, and this quietness was inquiring.

"It's as if you were going to elope with me ..." Hunt smiled and covered, although he didn't know what he was going to cover.

"Can't it?" Winston asked back.

His voice seemed to go around a circle with Hunter's thinking, and couldn't get back to where he was.

"Forget it today." Hunter raised his hand and looked at the watch. "Anyway, for at least an hour, this dinner should be over."

Winston still looked at Hunter and let go of his hand.

Hunt watched Winston leave backwards, and he waved smartly: "We can make another appointment tomorrow! Hahaha!"

When he turned around, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest, and his hands were sweaty.

There was still a sense of strength in Winston's clasp on his arm.

He rejected Winston, for the first time since they knew each other.

Hunt returned to the dinner and shook hands with one sponsor after another absently. Until the end of the dinner, Winston did not return.

Because of the wonderful performance of this station and the substantial increase in sponsorship costs, on the way back to the hotel, Marcus decided to celebrate a party for the team tomorrow.

"We've booked a striptease!" Marcus patted Hunter's shoulder. "Sleep well tonight, and hey tomorrow!"

"Oh ..." Hunter looked out the window, but in his mind was the last sentence Irving said to him.

——Winston will refuse the first time, the second time, the third time. But once, he would nod.

Hunter has long known that no one will stay with him forever, including Winston.

But he really wanted to ... really wanted to have this man.

Realizing what he was thinking, Hunt took a breath.

He is your friend! It's someone who has been taking care of you! Hunter, Hunter! Are you crazy?

The eyes were sore.

One day, Winston will go to the hot spring with another person, have breakfast together, and travel together. Even if I could go with them, they would be like a light bulb, and they would be awkward to follow.

"Hunter? We're here. What are you thinking?"

"No ... nothing ..."

Hunt came to his hotel room and lay on the bed after a brief shower.

This night, he couldn't sleep at all, turning over and over again, just trying to knock his head out.

It was not until three in the morning that he finally fell asleep.

Stumbled, he found himself as if he had returned to Ferrari's test drive, and he had just detonated Winston's Ferrari.

"You know what's wrong with me ... I still use my Ferrari to teach me, why?"

Hunt looked at the co-pilot Winston.

His eyes were deeper than the night, like a black hole extending indefinitely in all directions, wrapping Hunter.

Hunt felt like he was going to be locked into each other's eyes.

"First, you are the only opponent who can surpass me on the track in the future."

I have not surpassed you till now.

"Second, I want to be friends with you."

But ... I don't want to be just friends with you ...

"Third, I want to bubble you. Which one do you think is true?"

Why I never found out that you have been speaking softer from the first time you talk to me than when you speak to others?

It is impossible to repeat the words and choices made.

If this is his own fantasy, then Hunter wants to be wanton.

"You want to bubble me." Hunter said with a smile on his lips.

The next second, Winston across the neck pulled his collar, his lips pressed hard.

Hunter didn't have the opportunity to say the second sentence again. The opponent's tongue squeezed in strongly, entangled him, and then sucked and sucked his breath as if strangling.

Hunter didn't feel horrified. He stretched his arms to embrace each other tightly. It was like acquiescence and encouragement. He used the tip of his tongue to soothe each other and responded to his kiss.

"From now on, whoever confesses to you cannot agree." Hunt looked at the man and said in a very serious tone.

"OK." He answered him softly.

Hunter knew that he promised he would do it.

The cell phone rang, and Hunt's brow trembled, and he glanced at the phone.

It was twelve noon and the nutritionist asked him to have lunch on time.

He sat up, only to find that there was no water stain on his face.

"Oh shit……"

Isn't this saliva?

Then Hunter saw a text message from Winston: Would you rest today?

Hunter replied: rest, but Marcus had a celebration party.

Winston: Then the party is over. Wasn't it supposed to end up in Dubai?

Hunt lost again after a short jump, and he replied: Let's talk tomorrow.

Marcus contracted a luxury bar for the team. The entire team including mechanics, technicians, public teams, and marketing teams came here to carnival.

Shen Chuan and Shen Xi also saw such a scene for the first time. When they saw a woman on the stage relying on a steel pipe to twist her waist and slowly pull up her clothes, Hunter shot Shen Chuan's shoulders looked red-faced and red-eared: "Dr. Shen must have seen such a scene for the first time! Enjoy it, don't let nosebleeds flow!"

McGrady glanced at Hunter with contempt: "It's as if you've seen it yourself many times. Be careful not to stand up so fast!"

The others laughed.

However, Shen Xi came to the place closest to the counter, and looked up at them with his eyes wide open.

When one of the dancers spun down from a height, propped his hands on the ground, and then turned around, Shen Xi "wowed" and then shoved one hundred dollars into the other's clothes.

"Oh my god! Still the brook can play! Come on so soon!" Hunt exclaimed.

The atmosphere was instantly hot and the dancers on the stage were wearing fewer and fewer clothes.

The team had just gone through a tense race, and everyone relented.

Hunter held US dollars and sat on the edge of the stage. The dancers came to him, some supported his shoulders, and some leaned on his back. Hunter.

Hunt posted the picture to his Twitter and wrote a sentence-I hope my boss will always be so generous.

Marcus said dissatisfied, "Boy, have I been mean to you?"

"Hey" laughed.

He drank a lot of drinks and went to the bathroom.

Immediately after flushing, I received a text message from Winston on my phone: I am waiting for you next door.

Hunter was almost choked by his own saliva, and immediately called the other party's phone, only to ring, and then connected.

"Where do you say you are?"

"I'm in the private room next to your team."

It was noisy outside, but Winston's voice was exceptionally clear.

"You ... are your team partying at this bar?"

"Only me. Give you three minutes, if you don't come, you won't see it later."

"Can't see anything?"

The other party did not answer him and hung up the phone.

"Hey ... hey? Winston?"

Hunter seemed to be aware of it, shoved the phone over him, quickly opened the door, and walked out quickly.

The room was crowded, and someone stopped him from talking.

Hunt glanced at his watch, anxious.

It's been half a minute.

"Get in trouble, I'm a little bit!"

"Hunt, where are you going?"

After finally getting out of the siege, Hunter's back collar was dragged by Marcus.

"I'll go out for a little while and come back soon!"

"Your kid is going to slip again? Today you are the protagonist!"

"I'm not slipping! I'll be right back!" Hunter pulled his collar back, and continued to squeeze a way out of the already-hidden teammates.

A minute had passed, and a sweat had formed on Hunt's back.

He rushed out the door and looked around.

Winston said next door, is it right or left?

Hunt rushed to the left and pushed the door of the compartment firmly, it was locked.

not this!

Hunt turned and rushed to the other side, suddenly bumping into the waiter with the beer cart pushed by the bar.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Hunter apologized to the other side in a hurry, too late to help the other side and head towards the other box.

He shoved the door open. The box was bright but quiet, as if it were another world.

He exhaled, Winston in casual jackets and jeans sitting at the edge of the stage, his legs were already long, hanging there, giving Hunter the urge to break them all.

There was a light smile on Winston's lips, and he slowly turned his face to the side, light and shadow flowing between his eyebrows.

"Exactly three minutes."

His unsmiling eyes were the most irresistible charm for Hunt.

Hunter walked over and stood in front of Winston. "Aren't you really going to strip me here?"

"Yes."

Winston leaned towards Hunter, who swallowed and took a step back.

Calm down, Hunt.

Calm.

If you are nervous, you lose.

Winston stood up, and Hunt's eyes followed his opponent's legs up, his waist, his chest in front of his eyes.

"You are the only audience. Want to sit a little ahead or back?"

"Crap! Sit in front of course!"

There are a few bar chairs under the table, and behind them are sofas.

Hunt chose a bar chair, sat up, propped his chin, an expression of "I will appreciate it seriously".

Winston lowered his head with his pockets: "What music do you like?"

"Watching striptease, it must be a little sexy!"

Winston took the phone out and threw it to Hunter.

A song appeared on the screen, as if in French, Hunter couldn't understand.

"Are you sure you don't need a glass of water?"

Winston hugged his arms comfortably and asked Hunter against his steel pipe.

"Hahaha! Are you here, should I order a glass of red wine? Drunk just overwhelms you!"

"I think you look at me soberly. If you want to press me, soberly press me." Winston's eyes did not move away from Hunter for a moment, which made him and Hunter seriously.

When Hunt's finger touched the play button on the screen, his heart felt tight like a waiting start command at the starting point, all kinds of thoughts boiling around, looking for the cracks that broke out of the embankment.

Slowly it sounded like stretched music, it was like a blues.

The whole space was filled with some heart-warming wine, lazily swirling, drowning Hunter.

Winston leaned slowly against the steel pipe.

His eyes were cold, such a temperature remained in Hunter's eyes, as if it would suddenly boil from zero at any time, his hand gently pulled up the collar of his casual jacket and pulled it outward, without the tenderness of a woman, but in The small swing made Hunter feel the restrained maturity and beauty of strength belonging to men.

Hunter even thought that Winston was like a patient hunter, approaching him in the way that most relaxed his vigilance, and swallowed him in one instant.

Hunt's heart was tense, Winston's fingers slid from the upper end to the lower end of the collar, and the neckline slid from his neck and hung on his arm.

Hunt first met such Winston.

He had never been neatly dressed without seeing any flaws, but at this time he was like a perfect appearance cracking a gap, and Hunt felt an irresistible desire.

The larynx was pinched by the other's fingers, and even if Hunter swallowed a saliva, his throat was swollen and sore.

Winston's waist was lifted up with a strong sense of music, and Hunter's heart was instantly elevated to the top, and his body seemed to be penetrated. The coat hanging on his arm fell down and made a "click" sound.

Hunter shuddered subconsciously and tugged at his denim jacket.

Because he had an illusion, it was not Winston's coat that was taken off, but his own.

Winston still looked at him, wondering if it was a musical relationship, and his unsettled eyes became stunned.

Hunter exhaled calmly, his fingertips trembling slightly.

The lips of the men on the stage were raised. The smile was never seen by Hunter. It wasn't the shallowness when joking, nor the politeness, but the **** of Winston.

This smile quickly disappeared and everything was contained again.

Winston embraced himself with his hands, stroking his shoulders down to his wrists. The fingers of his right hand hooked up the sleeves of his left hand, and he lifted them up little by little, exposing beautiful forearm lines.

Hunter clasped the edge of the bar chair subconsciously, as if Winston's palm was not touching himself, but Hunter.

Winston on the stage stretched his body with a steel tube in his hand, and Hunter's head was buzzing.

Winston leaned against the steel pipe and slowly lifted the hem of his white t-shirt. There was an expression of desire on his face. When his tight waist line was revealed little by little, Hunter only felt that something penetrated his body, rushed into the space, and scattered in all directions.

Hunter breathed, watching Winston pull the T-shirt down very slowly, and sat down. His back was upright, keeping his temperature above the steel pipe. He leaned on his chin, and the lines of his neck were like strings on the verge of breakage. The moment he crossed his face, the hair on his forehead fell down and brushed his eyebrows.

There was something going on in Hunter's body.

Can't watch anymore ...

I really can't watch it anymore.

Looking further, he will go crazy.

Hunt regretted that he should have sat on the couch, where it was difficult for him to hide himself.

Winston supported himself slowly from a sitting position with one leg, his right hand raised, and the steel pipe buckled backwards.

If it was a woman, it would make it harder for the men who looked at her.

But Winston was sexy.

Hunt just wanted to rush into the bathroom!

The man on the stage turned his face, still looking at Hunter's eyes, his emotions, his intellect, and everything else was dragged away by the other party.

Winston's fingers clasped at the edges of the jeans, and pulled down gently, it was impossible to pull it down, but it seemed that something not belonging to Hunt was about to flow out.

Hunt's throat was dry, and he knuckled his knuckles on the edge of the bar chair.

He clearly said to himself that he hoped that Winston would end soon, but deep down, he was crying-give me more!

Winston's fingers snapped to the first button of the jeans, and Hunter stretched his neck.

Concealing himself was too hard ... he just wanted to admire it like this.

But at that moment, the music on the phone on Hunt's lap was over.

Winston, originally leaning on a steel tube, lowered himself, picked up the white t-shirt that had fallen to the ground, and put it on neatly.

"Ah?" Hunt looked at him with his head tilted.

Winston yanked off his casual jacket, stepped down, and took his phone from Hunt.

"It's over?" Hunt opened his eyes.

"It's over, five minutes and thirty seconds is not enough?" Winston asked back.

what? Five minutes

Wait, the point is not this!

"You haven't taken off your pants!"

Winston patted Hunt's head: "Did I not strip? Who told you to strip?"

Is there any truth?

"I'm leaving, don't you go back to your team's party?" Winston raised his chin.

"You're leaving?"

"Well. Our team also has events."

But Hunter can't stand up now!

As soon as he leaves the chair and slumps his pants, he will certainly be unable to bear it!

"Not going yet?"

"Oh……"

Hunt turned the bar chair deliberately and walked down with his back to Winston.

Be careful ... don't get up ... don't get up ...

Hunt followed Winston's departure from the box as usual, but was uncomfortable.

"I'm going advanced!" Hunter pushed open the team's box door, and couldn't wait to see what Winston would react to, quickly squeezed in.

When the loud music and the crazy sound of his teammates drowned him, Hunter's tense heart suddenly relaxed, and the originally depressed place could not bear it.

His face rose to redness and squeezed into the bathroom.

As soon as the door was opened, Tracy McGrady and a dancer were kissing inside. The fire was in full swing, and when Hunter burst into flames, he shouted, "I want to go to the bathroom!"

Maddie paused and just wanted to say something. Hunter pointed behind him: "There are more empty boxes on the opposite side!"

Maddie was about to have an attack, and the female dancer grabbed him and pulled him out.

hurry up! hurry up!

Hunter shouted in his heart.

Tracy McGrady went so slowly that Hunter was going to burst.

McGrady stepped forward, and Hunter slammed the door shut, leaning against the door, he looked up.

His head was full of Winston's expression, Winston's eyes, fingers, and even the hair that slightly raised when rotating, the lines pulled out from his shoulders, everything made him look like Hunter was locked in A space too narrow to breathe, longing for release.

He felt crazy, even if Winston wasn't in front of him, he still controlled everything.

After all, Hunter was out of control whenever he thought of the picture of that guy's fingers clasping the edges of the jeans.

Do not know how long time passed, the moment when Hunter opened the bathroom door, saw the high stage and steel pipes, Winston's figure poured into his mind again.

As if all his yearnings had erupted on this day.

When he left the bathroom, the box was drunk.

The only ones sober were Shenchuan and Shenxi, and a few female assistants who didn't drink much.

"Well, Hunter, are you okay?" Shen Xi rarely looked surprised.

"Because I can hide quickly!" Hunter smiled pretending to be okay. "What about McGrady?"

"He just left with a dancer." Shen Xi pointed to the door.

"What should these people do? It's impossible for a few of us to send them all back to the hotel." Shen Chuan sighed.

"Call the pick-up service." Hunter glanced at Marcus lying on the sofa. "It's all on Marcus' account anyway."

As a result, Hunter and Shen Chuan brought the right person into the called car. The two sat side by side. The co-pilot sat with the PR manager. Next to Shen Chuan was Drunk Marcus. Abu Dhabi building that is going backwards.

Early in the morning, Abu Dhabi was quiet, as if born with some kind of self-control for desire, which reminded Hunter of the man's face again.

"Hey ... Shen Chuan ..."

"Ok?"

"Do you believe it ... Winston has been seducing me?"

Hunter thought the words he spoke were too incredible, and he felt funny. But if you say it, it is impossible to recover it.

"Fan Winston of Ferrari?" For the first time, Shen Chuan looked surprised in front of him.

"Yes."

Shen Chuan is a rare guy who can chat with Winston. If it was him, what kind of answer would he say?

"How is it possible? We all know that Winston is a standard British gentleman, doesn't he still have the title of" Ascetic Aristocracy "? Are you okay with your mind?" Shen Chuan thought and asked, "You and him are the most fans Expected teammates, many fans want you to join the Ferrari team and fight alongside Winston. For this reason, Mr. Marcus has no headaches. "

"Ha ha ha ha ... right? I'm kidding! Everyone envy Winston being too kind to me! How can you say that you can't tell the difference between joking and the truth like Xiaoxi?"

While smirking, I felt empty in my heart.

Actually ... he really hoped that Winston really seduced him in the name of a friend.

This hope made Hunt feel more and more finished.

When did this idea start?

It seems that the "drinking confession" of Shire's guy calmed him down ... no no no, even earlier ... At breakfast, when Audrey appeared beside Winston, his heart It's already uncomfortable ...

Or earlier, when they traveled to Sapporo together?

When thinking about it that way, Hunter suddenly felt that everything was terrible.

Because of Irving's reminder, one day Winston nodded to someone's confession.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: My Hunt seems to be twitching.

Hunter: I don't!

Winston: Then why don't you reply to my text message?

Hunter: Why don't you striptease your pants!

Winston: Oh.

Hunter: What are you doing? What are you taking off! Don't press me! go away!