Could You Not Tease Me?

"Because I once received a proposal ring, I thought you were in love with someone and I didn't know it, but at that time I never had a chance to ask you who the ring was intended for, so I comforted myself Think of it as what you want to give me. "

"What? When did I buy a ring! I only bought a watch in my life or I gave it to you ..." Hunt paused, then frowned and realized, "Oh-you are implying that I should give you a ring. Proposal ring! "

"Well, you can take that as my cue."

Winston's voice was calm, but his eyes seemed to be rolling a certain thought from a distant past, coming from all directions, drowning Hunter.

This man's desire is real, even if no one else knows it.

"If ... in fact, you can also think of it as my proposal ring, although the size may not be appropriate." Hunt touched the tip of his nose, and his cheeks were faintly red.

He didn't look at Winston's eyes, and his ears were hot again.

"Is that it?" Winston put his hand directly to Hunter. "If you do prepare a ring for me, I can make it the right size."

Winston's expression was serious.

This made Hunt's heart beat nervously.

That tightness felt like returning to the end of the track.

He wanted to suppress his tension, but still couldn't help but take a breath.

Winston's hand froze there, and if he didn't get what he wanted, he would keep waiting.

Hunt reached into his pocket and found something.

The sound of metal collisions caused the nerves to tremble lightly.

At that moment, Hunt felt solemn enough to make a lifetime commitment on the stage.

He held Winston's finger in his left hand, and slowly pushed the metal ring into Winston's **** with his right hand.

Under the metal ring, a key and a Bluetooth annunciator fell.

Winston seemed to realize something, and his fingertips trembled slightly with Hunter's palm.

"I ... I bought it back where I grew up. Here are the keys there and the garage key. I promised you that I would leave a place in the garage. But now I find that I am I want to leave the garage for you ... I know you must have a lot of beautiful big houses ... Maybe you still have a big castle or something in the UK, my house is very small for you ... It's my home. But ... how can I not have my favorite person in my home? "

Hunter's voice was not loud, even more and more quiet. His eyes were a little red, and Winston's hand did not loosen.

Winston's palms turned over, holding Hunter's hand.

"Now, there is our home."

"Well, right!" Hunt nodded hard.

"Let's have dinner and visit our home together."

"But there is nothing in the house."

"I bought it with you."

"it is good!"

Hunter bite into the cheese chicken roll, not forgetting to ask Winston sitting opposite: "Is it delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious." Winston ate slowly. Although his manners were elegant and seductive, Hunt couldn't help but want to tease each other.

Just as Hunt's toe just touched the other's calf, Winston raised his head, a faint smile on his lips.

"You said that the house was empty. Is there a bed?"

"... Ah? Why all of a sudden ask this ... I haven't bought yet ..."

"Don't tease me under the table without a bed." Winston's voice was serious, "unless ... you like to do it on the ground."

Hunter immediately put his legs back: "I ... I didn't hit you on purpose!"

"Also, things like this feel more like wearing leather shoes than sneakers." Winston hurriedly corrected Hunter.

"You give me back the keys to my house." Hunter stretched his neck.

"No." Winston took the bunch of keys from his pocket and hung it on his middle finger, deliberately shaking in front of Hunter.

Hunter laughed abruptly. It was the first time he had seen Winston so "willful".

After lunch, Hunt and Winston came to a villa area. Hunter's father used to be a well-known stockbroker, and they used to live in the well-known wealthy district of New York City.

From time to time, famous cars passed by them.

"It should let you drive your Ferrari."

"Yeah, just park it in the garage."

Hunt couldn't help laughing.

This is a three-storey villa with front and rear gardens. Because it was built twenty years ago, it is not as stylish as the new villas they passed by.

The garden was abandoned and the "for sale" sign was removed.

Hunter stood at the door, exhaled, and turned to Winston aside and said, "Hey, I should be grateful that no one has bought it for the past few years ... presumably because a well-known stockbroker lived here and finally lost his home Is it unlucky? "

Winston reached out and touched Hunter's head. "I'll open the door. Let's go in and see."

"Okay." Heng features his head.

Open the door, empty inside. Once the sofa, television, dining table, and cabinets were all removed when Hunter's father filed for bankruptcy.

The floor has been grained for a long time, and the sound of squeaking sounds when you step on it, as if there is a crack in the depths.

"There used to be a big sofa here! My father always lay on his side holding his head, and my mother would accompany me to watch cartoons," Hunt said.

"Well, is the TV set here?" Winston said.

"Yeah." Hunter walked to the wall and gestured to Winston. "There's a cupboard here. There are many pictures on the cupboard. There are graduation pictures from my elementary school to middle school, and pictures of my teenager's go-kart championship. And my parents held my picture when I was born ... but I do n’t even know where to go now ... "

Hunt touched his head.

"Let's go and see. I'm curious about your bedroom."

"Okay!"

Hunt went upstairs and opened a room on the second floor.

This room is small and the window faces the back garden. There is a sycamore tree in the garden, and the branches just extend towards Hunter's window.

The room was empty, and Hunter raised the window and stuck his head out.

"You know, when I was a kid, I always dreamed of making a tree house on this tree. When I got angry with my father one day, I climbed up and hid and put away the ladder. But it was too small to bear Sorry. It's grown a little bit now, but I no longer fantasize about the tree house. "Hunter said with a smile.

"Is your bed in this position?" Winston asked.

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"Because there are signs of posters on the opposite side. Whose poster?" Winston asked with a sideways look. "Is it a bunny girl?"

Hunt paused, and he did not dare to tell Winston that it was when Irving and Shire were still at the Lotus team. Both of them won the championship and runner-up in the last race of a grand prix and locked Lotus. Poster of the championship of the year.

"Not a bunny girl. It was my dream from elementary school to middle school. It used to be that I thought that dream was far away, but now it seems that it is very close ... because of meeting you." Hunt said with a smile.

Winston leaned over and kissed him on the ear.

"Your expression is sincere, not like lying."

"I hate you like this."

"What else is on this floor?"

"My father's study. He often locked himself in after dinner and studied stocks and investments. I can leave it to you ... you must have a lot of books?" Hunter said with a smile.

Winston squinted his pockets and glanced: "It's quite big."

"Yes, you can put down a lot of books."

"I don't need to put down any more books."

"what happened?"

"For me, I fully understand everything about you. I don't have enough time in my life. What do you put in so many books as furnishings?"

Hunt paused and looked back: "But you seem to enjoy reading."

"I like reading because I'm bored and I don't have you around."

"Oh? What does this room do?"

Winston came to Hunter, hugged his shoulders, and answered seriously: "Put a ping-pong table. I like to see how you pick up the ball."

Hunter: "... can you change to another project?"

"Snooker is also fine. For example, if you lower your body to press on the table and prepare to hit the ball, I can admire you from the back and then ..."

"Enough is enough ..."

"Or put a racing simulator."

"This option is good!"

"But I don't like this option. I still prefer the table tennis or pool table."

Winston's voice was very low, Hunt's heart was itching, and his ears were red again.

"Let's go and look at the master bedroom."

"Okay."

The master bedroom is large and has a terrace.

"There was a bed here, this is my mother's dressing table ..."

Hunt remembers everything from the past.

"Well, if it's the two of us, the dresser can be omitted, but you need a bigger cloakroom, do you think?"

"You must have a lot of suits."

"No. I want to put a big mirror in the cloakroom. Lock the cloakroom door and do it in front of the mirror. It must feel very good."

Hunt deliberately stepped back and stepped on Winston's foot with his heel.

But before he had enough time, the opponent hugged him by his waist. The other side's breath was in Hunter's ears, itching and hot.

And the low laughter of Winston, and the chest shaking with the laughter.

"Let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Go buy furniture. Fill up our home."

"Will you go now?"

"Yeah. We can't stay here for a few days. Go pick today, deliver tomorrow, and we can enjoy a day at home the day after tomorrow." Winston's expression was absolutely serious.

"Okay! Let's go!"

They went to the most expensive furniture customization center in the city center. Hunter has never been to such a place.

"Hey, the furniture here must be particularly expensive! And it must be too late for delivery tomorrow!"

"If you have the money, you have time," Winston replied.

"what?"

"Can I choose the furniture?" Winston asked.

"Okay. Actually, I don't care!"

When several designers turned around and introduced their work, Winston took their atlas and, while choosing furniture, made suggestions on the modifications to those furniture.

Because language is often not descriptive, Winston took the pencil and drew it in a sketchbook.

Hunter was surprised, because what Winston drew was similar to the furniture that used to be in his villa.

It was as if he had been to his own home or had seen these furnitures.

Because most of the furniture is only a modification of the finished product, Winston paid three times the price, and the other party immediately agreed to work immediately and deliver the furniture to the door tomorrow night.

When Winston walked out with Hunter's hand, Hunter grabbed each other.

"Hey ... have you ever been to my house?"

"No."

"Then how do you know what my old furniture looks like?"

The two walked side by side on the streets of New York. Winston didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, holding Hunter's fingers.

"I found myself obliged to you, so I will pay attention to everything about you. There is a report after you won the Junior Go-Kart Championship. There is a story about your growth, including several photos of your family. "

"Can you remember this?"

"Can you remember everything I say to you?"

"I'm sure I can," Hunt replied confidently.

For a guy like him who doesn't like reading, he remembers every poem Winston reads.

"So why doubt that I can remember everything I've seen about you?"

Winston smiled.

Hunt didn't speak, just looked at him.

"what happened?"

"I feel like ... every time I see you smiling at me, it seems like life is going brighter."

Winston turned away: "You always talk to me like that, and I want to run in circles."

"Haha!" Hunter looked at the time. "It's dinner time, but I'm not hungry. What should I do?"

"So let's go and choose a mattress? The bed is coming tomorrow. What if there is no mattress?"

"Okay!"

The two went to the bedding center again.

Winston went to a very high class place with Hunter. These things were picked by his parents when he was a kid, and Hunter had no impression at all.

But when he saw a white-collar couple picking a mattress with their children, and the children were jumping and jumping on the mattress, Hunter suddenly thought of himself.

The fuzzy picture in memory became clear again.

At that time, he was jumping on the mattress cheerfully, and his parents were not far away.

"Ivan seems to like this mattress particularly."

"Haha, is it because he can jump high on it?"

By this time Winston had lay down on a mattress, and he placed his arms on the other side.

"Hunt, are you sure you don't lie down and feel it?"

"Will the support be good?"

"You lie down and try it out."

Hunter smiled slightly, ignoring everyone's gaze and lying on Winston's arm.

"Is this mattress comfortable?"

"Yes," Hunter answered, squinting.

"Will it let me sleep until you're comfortable?" Winston's voice was serious.

Hunt's face began to turn red again, and he moved his head to the other's neck.

"No."

"Oh, what a pity." Winston's voice smiled.

"Because you have more charm than a mattress," Hunt replied.

"What were you thinking by the bed?"

"Think about things when I was a kid. My parents took me to pick a mattress, and I just hopped on it and refused to come down. My mother said‘ Ivan, that ’s a mattress, not a trampoline. ”

Winston turned his face and kissed Hunter's forehead, then kissed his eyes again.

"So my Evan, do you like this mattress?"

Hunt froze.

He imagined how many times Winston would pronounce his name. They were close enough, but when Winston was slowly and clearly saying "My Evan", Hunter still moved deeply, as if to overflow.

Transparent and deep, like the sound of a cello.

"You call me again."

"Evan." Winston's fingers stroked Hunter's head.

"Call me again."

"Evan."

Hunt smiled.

"I especially like this mattress now."

"So call my name."

"Van." Hunter suddenly became happy and sat up. "Aha! There must be very few people who dare to call your name! Everyone thinks that you must be very respectful! And you have a title, right?"

"So you can't just call me my name."

"Ah ... I'm calling your name, do I still need your permission?"

"Yes. You must have absolute respect for me. You can only call my name when you feel that you really love me very much and want me very much." Winston lay in place and said to him with a smile.

"So there are two conditions to calling your name?"

"Yes. First when you love me very much, and second when you want me." Winston slowly lifted his upper body, half-upwardly looking at Hunter's eyes, "so I know that I can Be arrogant, be extravagant, be **** you. "

Hunt leaned his chin over his face and said, "I don't want this mattress anymore."

Winston laughed low, but his ears conquered Hunter's hearing.

"Should I set a rule for you too?"

"what?"

"When you love me so much and you really want me, can you call me Evan?"

"This rule makes no sense at all."

Hunter immediately understood what the other party meant.

"Well, let's change it. When you are particularly happy and excited, and feel that you can't restrain your joy when you see me, and ask me to hold you, you can only call me that. And you can't do it more than once a month."

"You are really a bad boy."

"Bad boy is hungry, it's time for dinner!"

"Ok."

Winston finally settled on the mattress.

They walked in New York under the night, and for the first time, Hunt felt that he would come to New York to live a fulfilling and fulfilling life.

Because of the lack of furniture, Hunter's mattress in a small apartment in New York was destroyed by the last time they returned, so he stayed in the hotel.

When Hunt came out of the shower, he saw Winston leaning against the hotel's windowsill and making a phone call.

His back is very beautiful, and he has a feeling of smooth lines but perseverance.

Obviously he was only a few years older, but Winston had a sense of absolute maturity.

"Who are you calling?" Hunt said, leaning beside him.

"My assistant, Miss Annie. I asked her to courier some of my stuff." Winston put Hunter's shoulder on her shoulder. "Our house, I must have my stuff, right?"

Hunt couldn't help laughing.

When they got up the next day, Winston accompanied Hunt back to the apartment he had rented, put all his things in the suitcase, and packed them away.

As they passed the door of Mr. Bodybuilding, his girlfriend heard the trunk dragging back and forth in the corridor, and opened the door.

"Are you ... leaving here?" She asked in surprise.

"Yes," Hunt said with a smile.

"Did we disturb your life?" Her expression let Hunter know that her guilt was real.

"No, because I'm going home."

She glanced at Winston, who was pulling the suitcase left and right: "Are you going to live with him?"

"Yeah. I can't think of anyone besides him who can stand his waywardness."

She smiled plainly: "Then you don't have to worry about him enduring you."

"what?"

"He loves you very much. I'm a woman, and from the look he looks at you, he knows only you in his world. Be happy, Mr. Hunt's wayward."

"You too."

When they returned to the villa, some custom-made furniture that did not require much modification had been sent in.

Two people asked the workers to place them in the appropriate locations.

Hunter rolled over on the sofa and laughed, "Hey, it's really hard to see such a retro sofa now!"

Winston sat beside him, holding him with one hand.

The furniture was brought in little by little.

For example, TV cabinets and tables.

Winston even ordered the cutlery in the kitchen. The plates and tea cups are very British.

By four o'clock in the afternoon, Winston's assistant Miss Anne's parcel was also delivered.

Hunt happily opened Winston's cardboard box, which contained some underclothes, and then a nice frame frame wrapped.

Hunter took it apart curiously, and found that the one on the top was the picture of Hunter, who was held by his parents while he was a baby, when he was the first time to win the junior karting championship.

It was cut from a magazine and vacuum-sealed in a photo frame. The colors were still bright and there were no creases.

Hunter's eyes were hot again.

"Where did you find it?"

"I said that after I found myself in love with you, I started collecting everything about you. I bought this magazine at a high price from one of your fans."

Winston hugged Hunter from behind: "I didn't expect my collection to come in handy one day."

Hunt covered his mouth and laughed, but his tears were almost falling.

"You must have loved me for a long time."

"Well ... far longer than you think. And I lose you much more time than you spend with me. So, from now on, you can't leave me, you must let me remember The most painful and unwilling moments feel at ease that everything is over. "

"it is good."

Hunter placed the photo in the same place on the cabinet.

Next to that photo is a photo of the first Formula One champion he won, a photo of himself on the podium with Winston for the first time, and his eyes in London with Winston. And a photo at Burj Khalifa. "

"Hey, I suddenly feel this cabinet is a bit small."

"is it?"

"Because I think we will definitely put a lot of photos here in the future! Yes, and our trophy."

Winston laughed.

The mattress arrived, but the bed hadn't arrived yet, and Hunter didn't want to go to the hotel at all. The two slept on the mattress for one night.

At about noon the next day, the bed was finally delivered.

The workers put the bed in the master bedroom, and Hunter and Winston put the mattress on.

Annie had prepared clean sheets long ago, and Winston lay the bed neatly, and the pillowcases were tucked in. Even the cloakroom in the master bedroom was neatly packed.

When Hunter thanked the porter at the door, he turned around and saw Winston walking down the stairs in a hurry.

He wore a beige sweater with a nice neck line. A pair of long legs cannot even hide the beauty of casual pants.

He turned his face to look at Hunter, and said softly, "All are ready."

Hunt just stood motionless.

"What's wrong?" Winston frowned slightly.

"It's nothing ... I just think the lights in our house are particularly good. You stand shining very well. And only I can see."

Hunt walked over, keeping his eyes on Winston.

Winston reached out to him.

Hunt smiled and ran to him in three or two steps.

Winston took a step back, letting Hunter stand on top of him, then suddenly held his leg and hugged him.

"Hello! Be careful!" Hunt hugged Winston's neck.

The man just smiled and looked at him: "My Evan ... is also dazzling under the lights of our house."

Hunt missed a beat.

He certainly remembered what it meant when Winston read his name.

"Previously, if I won you, you would give me a nice voice. Although I lost to you, if you want me to call your name now, then you have to coax me."

Winston looked into Hunter's eyes and smiled.

He held Hunt and walked up at the slowest speed.

At each step, Hunter hugged him tightly, fearing that his turmoil would make both of them fall off the stairs.

But Winston's arms were so strong and steadily supported Hunt, like a fort that would never collapse.

"Howdoesamomentlastforever, howcanastoryneverdie.Itislovewemustholdonto.nevereasybutwetry.Sometimesourhappinessiscaptured, sometimesourtimeandplacestandstill.Lovelivesoninsidesourheartsandalwayswill.minutesturntohours, daystoyearsandgoon ..."

Without any music, Winston's voice is low but it's like collecting all his emotions and putting them into the so-called "eternity".

Hunter remembered that when he was young, his father came home with roses, his mother's face was rejoicing, and they hugged each other and jazzed in the living room.

When everything was broken and Hunter no longer believed in the so-called "eternity", Winston picked up everything, even intact so that Hunter didn't think it was true.

He gently sang "How to Make the Eternity Now" in his ears, and Hunter felt like he was in eternity.

"I want to be with you forever, Van."

Hunter spoke as Winston hugged Hunter and leaned against the door of the master bedroom.

Winston suddenly kissed, as low and long as his soft chanting voice, his tongue entangled in Hunter, like a silent flowing river suddenly boiling and burning.

He sucked Feng Hunt's breathing heartbeat, his hands were hot enough to leave a mark on Hunt's body. Hunter responded desperately, his back slamming against the door, and Winston's vigorous madness almost pressed Hunter to crush the door.

His chin was unbearable and raised, and Winston kissed Hunt's chin, and Hunt had to free one hand and opened the door.

Hunter's whole body fell backwards, Winston supported Hunter's waist with one hand, and the other still held him firmly.

He hugged so tightly that he seemed to strangle him, but filled Hunter with a sense of security.

He sucked Hunter's neck hard, and when Hunter fell on the mattress, Winston couldn't wait to press it.

Their kiss is no longer a fight between possession and defense, more like a desperate fusion.

Hunt braced his upper body and wanted to get closer to Winston. Winston enthusiastically pursued his kiss. Hunt braced his upper body and kept backing until he reached the bedside.

Winston turned his face and kissed him completely, his hands pressed against Hunter's ears, strong and hard, as if the whole world had shrunk to the man's arms.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Is your house in the UK big?

Winston: Very big. And there are many rooms, enough to satisfy our freshness.

Hunter: What's new?

Winston: For example, if you do it in front of different windowsills, you can see different scenery.

Hunter: ...

Winston: My study is also large, and there are many books. In the smell of paper ...

Hunter: Enough, I don't want to listen!