Could You Not Tease Me?

"In addition to racing, only you are worth my time."

At that moment, Hunter felt hot in his heart.

"If you ask your lover by this standard, do you feel that you are harsh?"

Winston smiled and returned the phone to Hunt.

That smile made Hunt feel that he was valued unconditionally by the other party.

If so, can he be more arbitrary?

"Don't you see my text message?"

"I'm not that boring." Winston returned to his coldness.

"I wouldn't ask my lover to invite me to have the most expensive dinner and stay in the best hotel. That's what men do." Hunter looked at each other's eyes seriously.

I think you understand, I really want you to understand ... Winston, I want more than just what you give me now.

"So what's your standard?"

"Regardless of the end result, at least there was ever-lasting determination." Hunt lay back on the quilt. "I know this is more difficult to achieve than the most expensive dinner and hotel."

"Yes."

"Do you know what I thought about a place like the Clipper Hotel before?" Hunter turned to look at Winston.

And Winston also looked at him, with a soft look, without any sharpness on the field.

What I want is that when I look at you, you look at me like that.

"Oh, what is your vision?"

"Hugs, kisses, crazy rolls of sheets ... so that only the fare!"

"You are such a mortal."

"Otherwise? Isn't this the role of the hotel?"

"I thought you would say ... lie on the bed like this, and when I look at you, you are looking at me."

Hunt was stiff, why ... why did Winston always know what he was thinking? Even the most secretive, he never said anything.

"But to say hugs and kisses roll sheets, your technology must be bad. Money can't save you."

"What? My technology is terrible! How do you know if you haven't tried it!" Hunter sat up immediately.

"Ha, surely your hair will explode as soon as you say your technology is bad. But I tried your technology." Winston looked at Hunt, raised his finger and touched his lower lip slowly, Just before Hunter was about to see the tip of his tongue, he stopped.

The blood was still and the heart was floating.

"I ... I was drunk at that time! I didn't know what I was doing!"

"Oh, so do you need to think about kissing?"

"Someday you will be amazed at my level!"

Hunt pointed at the other.

"I am always amazed at your level."

Winston's answer made Hunt feel perfunctory.

"Hello! You are looking down on me! Aren't you inexperienced?"

"I have much more experience than you. I have always been ready to simulate thousands of times in my mind."

Winston reached over and rubbed Hunter's head.

This caused his unpleasantness to rise in a straight line, he flipped over and sat directly on Winston's waist.

"Simulation has a fart in your mind! Would you like to try it out! My technology is definitely more valuable than simulation in your mind!"

Hunt bowed his head slightly, and looked down at the other side, a sense of superiority never before seen on the track.

Winston's expression was surprised, and this was the first time that Hunter knew for certain that he had gone beyond this guy's expectations.

But that surprise made Hunt inexplicable.

"What are you thinking wildly? The brain simulation I mean is the Grand Prix."

"..." Hunt wanted to poke at this guy.

"But if it's something else ... I don't mind you trying it ..."

Winston raised his chin, and his beautiful neck was in front of Hunter, who suddenly understood why he kissed his neck when he was drunk.

"Please please ... drive me crazy."

Winston looked at Hunter, his eyes were so focused that Hunter didn't understand whether this was what Winston expected, or he was playing with himself.

He only knew that the man in front of him was terribly sexy.

At the moment of his imagination, Winston's waist slammed upward, and Hunter was about to turn down, all the thoughts were shaken away, and Hunter's waist was firmly clasped with both hands.

"You know how to do that."

"Hey! Look down on me!"

Hunt, who was still a little hesitant, felt that it was necessary to kiss this guy!

He pressed the other's shoulders, no matter whether he wanted to kiss the other's lips. Who knew that Winston would deliberately sideways try to shake Hunter down, his face turned, and Hunter's cheek hit him. together.

Maintaining the balance with one hand, Hunter chased Winston's face and saw that he was about to hit the target. Before he got there, Winston's waist suddenly lifted up. This time, the amplitude was large and Hunter was shaken directly. Come down.

The moment he fell on the bed, Hunter's face fell into the quilt. Before he could calm down, he felt a sink on his waist, and Winston rolled over and sat on it.

"Damn! Get me down!" Hunter was about to sit up. Who knew Winston had put all his strength on it, Hunter fell back and hit his chin on the pillow again.

"You are such a superb technology that you are back pressured in a second. Women will find it challenging."

Feeling that Winston bent down and talked in Hunter's ears, the warm breath made Hunter even more tense. He tried to prop up himself with his arms. Who knew that Winston actually held down his Buttocks, holding him down.

In struggling, Winston managed to press Hunter's hips all the time, making him unable to lift it even harder.

Hunt fought hard for a long time, and he couldn't shake the opponent anyway, which made Hunt extremely angry.

"Let me get up! Let me get up!"

"It's more than eleven o'clock, what are you still doing? Go to sleep." Winston's voice was lazy.

"I'm going to get up!" Hunt nudged the pillow with his hand.

"Are you still playing?"

"Stop playing!"

Watch me play you later!

"How do I think you will take revenge?"

"I won't be able to catch up with you in my next life! I decided to be at home!"

Don't be caught by me! I will surely make you too stressed!

Winston lifted his leg and rolled back easily.

Hunt felt his weight disappear and exhaled.

Today's bath was considered white, and he was sweating again.

Angered, Hunter raised his leg and stunned in the direction of Winston.

"Damn! Do you know what I'm doing!"

He was suddenly blocked by the opponent in this way!

Hunt tried to retract his feet, but the opponent clasped them.

"Of course I know exactly what you want to do."

"You know what a fart!"

I want to kiss you and bite you, you know?

Don't think you know me!

"Oh, how else would I catch you?" Winston's thumb lapd Hunter's ankle, and Hunter's heart followed.

Hunter sat up to open Winston's fingers. Who knew that this guy lifted Hunter's ankle directly, and then hurried back to bed.

So stuffy!

Regardless of 371, Hunter stepped on Winston's arm with the other foot, but the other's knuckles clasped the other ankle. No matter how Hunter pedaled, it was useless. Despite Hunt's struggle, the other side is as stable as Tarzan.

Hunter was almost across.

Ten seconds later, Hunter decided to give up and give up.

He pulled the quilt over himself and said, "If you like, just drag, I'm going to sleep!"

After that, Hunter pulled the pillow over and put it under his head.

He only slept for a while on the way to Dubai. Now he is very tired. Once he feels relaxed, he falls asleep, his breathing becomes smooth and stretched, and he puts a hand to his ear like a child.

Winston slowly released Hunter's ankle and got up to his side.

Gently clasping the hand next to his pillow, his free legs followed, and Winston moved closer to his lips and touched him slightly.

Hunt didn't respond.

Winston's arms around his shoulders, his other hand resting on his waist, almost held him horizontally back to the sleeping position.

The lights in the room went out. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are the wavy sea water under the stars.

Winston leaned over his face, rubbing Hunter gently, fingers twisting his hair.

Hunter moved, raised his leg, and politely put it on Winston's waist, and put his other arm up.

His face was leaning against each other, as if looking for the best angle, and the tip of his nose was squinting at Winston's shoulder.

Winston lifted Hunter's leg and turned over to face Hunter.

He lifted his head and kissed Hunter's upper lip gently, a slight suck. Hunter felt like a consciousness. The tip of his tongue pressed against Winston's lip seam, and Winston's finger tightly closed the edge of the quilt. His shoulders were also stretched.

Hunt opened his lips slightly, breathing slightly along the pillow to Winston's lips, the man's brows frowned, and leaned back again.

He wanted to bite his lower lip, but in the end he didn't work hard, holding it, rubbing his teeth lightly.

With his face raised, Hunter raised his chin as if to give himself to the other side. Winston's fingers gently brushed his forehead, finally clenching his fist, and backing away slightly.

That's how I spent my first night in Dubai.

It was nine in the morning when Hunter woke up.

He rubbed his eyes, and saw Winston standing next to the bed, putting on the t-shirt, and the muscles of his body stretched out in unison.

"Wake up and wash up. Who said to play in the water park?"

"I'll get up right away! Soon!"

Honestly, Hunter's breakfast didn't taste very good, and Hunt felt disappointed. But the popularity of the water park is still surprising.

Hunter and Winston went to the locker room and changed out their swimming trunks. Winston glanced at Hunter and said, "Who bought your swimming trunks?"

"Ah? I bought it myself."

Men's swimming trunks are just like underwear, there is no need to pursue style!

"Big." Winston said this lightly, and Hunt had the illusion of being hurt by the other side.

Looking at Winston's figure, especially the bulging part, Hunter felt his throat a bit dry.

"Let's go."

Winston went out, and Hunt followed him.

The most interesting way of this water park is to sit on the rubber ring, from the bottom to the top, being rushed to the highest point by the current, and then sliding down from the highest point.

Where the game started, Hunter heard countless shouts.

But nothing could be more dangerous than Formula 1.

Soon Hunter knew he was too naive.

When the current rushed down from the bottom of the rubber band with Hunt's seat, Hunt was embedded in the hollow in the middle of the rubber band. With each impact, Hunt's swimming trunks were about to fall off.

"My mom—" Hunt wanted to reach for his swimming trunks, but he might fall off the rubber band at any time when he let go.

Have been rushed to such a high level before letting go, it is not a joke to fall down!

Before coming, Owent specifically ordered him to buy a bigger swim trunk, and Hunter suddenly thought that this guy must have been waiting for himself to be ugly!

He shouldn't trust Lawrence Owen!

Seeing that it was about to rush to the highest place, as soon as Hunter relaxed a little, his swimming trunks really rushed down!

It hung poorly on Hunter's lap, but fortunately, one tourist was rushed up, otherwise Hunter would grow up!

Winston was rushed to the front long ago. Hunter wanted to yell for help, but then he lost his face and had nothing to help, but he burst into tears and prayed that no one would notice To him!

When he slipped off the spiral slide at high speed, the moment he fell into the water was unprepared.

Oops-his swimming trunks have fallen into the water!

Hunt could only cover himself in the hole in the middle of the rubber band, reaching into the water in an attempt to find his swimming trunks.

But for a long time nothing was caught, and more and more people came down.

The only thing that comforted Hunter was that it seemed that more than one of his swim trunks had been washed out ...

At this moment, Winston walked toward Hunter with a rubber ring in one hand, and the water just passed his waist.

"What's wrong with you?" Winston asked.

"I ... the swimming trunks are gone ..." Hunt whispered close to Winston.

"Where isn't it?" Winston's brows seemed frowned. But at least he didn't blame him.

"When it comes down." Hunt felt overwhelmed.

"There will be water flowing down, and it may be washed farther away." Winston glanced forward.

"What can I do? You can't let me go up naked?" Hunt cried without tears.

"Who wants you to buy swimming trunks that big?" Winston snorted softly.

"... I didn't expect it to be so big ..."

"I didn't expect it to be big at first sight." Winston pushed his rubber band to Hunter. "You hold it for me, I'll check it out."

"So many people, how can I find them?"

As soon as Hunt had finished speaking, Winston bent down and plunged into the water. The posture was called graceful and powerful. Although only a moment, Hunter felt very envious.

Ten minutes later, Hunter was so stupid that he had a rubber band on his body, one in his hand, waiting for Winston to return.

Even if you ca n’t find your swimming trunks, you can ask the amusement park to borrow a towel and wrap it.

At this moment, Winston walked towards him from a few meters away, walking towards him, as if holding something in his hands.

"Take it." Winston threw his swimming trunks almost tossed into Hunter's face.

Hunter was nervous, didn't catch it, and fell into the water again.

As soon as he was about to grab a distant swim trunk, Winston caught it.

"Do you want me to find it for you?"

"No no no! This way you can find it! You are simply Aladdin's lamp god! Any wish you make can be fulfilled!" Hunter did not forget to make a flatterer.

Winston took Hunter's rubber ring off his head. At this height, he could still see that Hunter's swimming trunks were gone. Winston drew his pants and said, "Let's come in."

Hunter quickly raised his leg and quickly put on his swimming trunks.

Feeling that Winston's fingers with his swimming trunks slipped along his thighs, especially after putting them on, he gave him a back, just like holding his waist, and Hunter's heart beat again.

"Let's go."

After a reminder, Winston pulled the rubber bands towards the shore.

"Are you still playing?" Winston asked.

Hunt immediately shook his head.

He didn't want to drop his swimming trunks again, but he could not find them again and again!

"Then go back. Let's go to the sand this afternoon."

"Okay!"

"Be careful with your pants off."

"Ah? Will flushing all the pants off?"

"Are you all right?" Winston glanced at him and walked forward.

Then Hunter understood what he said when he washed off his pants to ridicule himself.

After lunch, Winston drove Hunter to the edge of the desert. The red desert seems to be undulating with the wind, vast like the sea.

It was the first time Hunt had seen such a scene, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Winston! Help me take a picture!"

Hunt threw the phone to the other person, and then compared with a scissors hand.

"You are stupid, do you know?"

"Okay ... won't you take a picture of me?"

"You change your pose and I'll take a picture of you."

"Do you hate the scissors?"

Hunt thought about it and changed his posture with open arms.

Winston gave him a nap and threw the phone back to him.

"You wait for me." Hunt followed quickly.

They joined a sand blast team, and there were still many young people on the team.

Winston already had an excellent appearance, and soon there were several young female college students coming to chat. The excuse is to help take pictures or something.

Under normal circumstances, no one would refuse to help, but Winston could lower his chin slightly and said, "Sorry, I'm not good at taking pictures."

Hunt burst into laughter.

The girls looked regretful. Hunter was still angry just now, and now he suddenly realized that Winston didn't like to take photos.

Just then, a young boy suddenly yelled, "Ah! You are Fann Winston-Winston of the Ferrari team! I am your fan!"

"What? You said he was the Winston who won several championships?"

At the first glance, the expression "won several championships" is not the one who often looks at Formula One. Winston wins the sub championship. The so-called annual championship still has to fight for points. Last year's annual champion was Shire, and the previous year was Irving.

Of course, the chance of winning this year is great, Winston is only two points away to catch up with Irving.

But this shows that even people who don't pay attention to Formula One have heard the name Vann Winston.

"Can we take a photo with you?" The young Winston fan took out his phone.

Hunter expressed deep sympathy to him. Who does n’t like it?

Sure enough, Winston lowered his chin in a standard way to say "I'm sorry, I don't like taking pictures."

The fan really showed a regretful expression, presumably because Winston's indifferent image had long been rooted in people's hearts, and he was not even angry at all.

"It's also my pleasure to wash the sand with you!"

Oops, diehard fan!

Hunt felt his chin and was envious.

When will he have his diehard fan!

"Are you Evan Hunt of Marcus?" The young fan finally noticed him.

"Ah, I am."

"Winston fans know that you are his best friend! I have noticed you since Montreal! I became admired when I arrived at Silverstone! You are so amazing! Previous forum There are still people in the audience who don't understand why Winston fancy you, but every time you race, you are refreshing our perception of you! Everyone is looking forward to the day when you and Winston can become teammates!

"Isn't it your opponent?" Hunt smiled.

Probably because Hunter was obviously easier to get along with Winston, and because he was close to Winston, this young man almost always stuck to Hunter.

The other side was very cheerful, but Hunt didn't hate it at all, and secretly told him some Winston habits. For example, what cigarettes are smoked before the game, and the steaks are mature.

At this time, the sand rush team began to distribute vehicles. Winston opened the door and shouted at Hunter: "Hunter--"

"Ah! That guy called me! I forgot to tell you, he hates being late!" After that, Hunt ran in the direction of Winston.

The convoy undulated up and down the dunes as if traveling in the waves.

Hunt, who was full of expectations at first, was disappointed.

"It doesn't seem to be exciting at all." Hunt tilted his head and looked at Winston aside.

The expression on the other side is quiet, and it is probably not as exciting as Hunt.

The driver of the sand blaster said in Arabic accent: "Don't worry, young man! Exciting is coming!"

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Come back to the water park at the Clipper Hotel.

Hunter: Why? I don't want to come!

Winston: I'll wrap this up. I'll buy you swimming trunks.

Hunter: ... thank you?

Winston: You have been performing swimming trunks down.

Hunter: ... I can't talk to you well!