Chapter 40: You licked me

They came to the airport and got on the plane.
Along the way, Winston has always been the focus of sight.
This man's unsmiling expression, even wearing a low-key jacket, could catch the eyes of the tourists around him.
"Hey, you can be a movie star or a plane model without driving a car!"
As he lined up to get on the plane, Hunt hit his elbow with Winston behind him.
"what happened?"
"They've been watching you. The little girl pretends to be taking a selfie, but is actually shooting you." Hunt praised his keenness.
"Really? I didn't notice. If you mind, there are solutions."
"any solution?"
"If you look back and kiss me, they will no longer have fantasies."
Hunt wanted to look back at what exactly Winston was saying when he said this, but Winston pressed his face with his hands so that he could only look ahead.
Feeling something was hit on the back of his head, Hunter found that the girls who had been watching them suddenly showed very surprised expressions, and some even took out their mobile phones and posed for them.
"... What have you done?" Hunt turned his head back in doubt, but Winston shaved his fingers with Hunt's ear.
"Nothing. Line up."
"Impossible! What must you have done! They all changed my eyes!"
"Then you ask them if I did something."
"You wait."
Hunt thought you really thought I wouldn't ask?
When they got into the cabin, Hunter stopped by a girl and bowed his head politely and asked him, "Can you tell me, what did you just laugh at when I saw you?"
I hope this girl understands English!
The other looked at Hunter's eyes, and laughed again after covering his mouth for two seconds.
"you are really cute."
She answered in English.
Hunt was lost. Shouldn't he be described as "handsome" or something?
What is "cute"!
"Can you tell me what my friend did behind me while queuing?"
Hunt tried to show his "cute" smile.
The girl had a regretful expression: "He's just your friend!"
Hunter realized what he was doing, came to his seat, kicked his toe and looked at Winston on the plane calmly.
"Hey, why do you kiss my back?"
"Huh?" Winston raised his eyes. "If I want to kiss, I won't kiss your back."
"what?"
Hunter thought this guy had nothing to do with pranks. He deliberately kissed the back of his head in front of the girls, but didn't expect it to be?
"I just touched you with my nose. I didn't expect them to be so excited."
Winston's "no big deal" look.
"You did it on purpose." Hunt sat down with a grunt.
"Am I unintentional?" Winston asked.
Hunt was speechless.
"It really feels like two good friends are going on a date."
Hunt hugged his head with emotion.
"Aren't we dating, are we going to train?" Winston's lips chuckled.
Hunter grinned, and laughed in conjunction with the other person and said, "It's really a date. Will you send me a diamond ring?"
Winston's gaze shifted from the magazine to Hunt: "If you really want it, after our Abu Dhabi race is over, I'll go to Dubai to customize it for you."
"Hey ... shouldn't you be serious?" Hunter knew that this guy sometimes deliberately turned the joke into reality, making it impossible for people to leave the stage.
Winston hooked Hunter's finger as if to measure the ring of his ring finger.
"It's true. Would you like me to kiss your fingers?" There was a hint of evil in Winston's smile.
"no need……"
Sure enough, his number of paragraphs is still not as good as Winston.
Huntela lowered her blindfold, crooked her head and held her arms dumbly and said, "I won't accompany you, I'm going to sleep."
"Ok."
After the plane took off into the clouds, Hunter made a gentle breathing sound.
Passengers who had worn their seat belts also relaxed.
Winston leaned his face against the back of the chair, looked at Hunter, then leaned back slowly and kissed the corner of his lips.
The flight attendant came over and pushed the drink cart and saw this scene, showing an embarrassed smile.
Winston pressed his index finger between his lips and motioned to the other to say nothing. The flight attendant smiled and walked over.
After the plane landed, listening to the broadcast, Hunter reluctantly took off his blindfold and stretched his waist.
"Get off the plane! Where are the hot spring hotels you booked?"
"Noboribetsu Onsen. I rented a car and drove over." Winston carried his luggage over his shoulder.
Hunt squinted and laughed.
It's good to be with Winston.
He will plan and prepare everything, and the probability of error is very low.
"People who don't understand you will definitely feel depressed to play with you, and it will be painful to listen to everything. But in fact, it is easy and worrying to be with you!
"That's because of you."
"because I?"
"Can I count on you to look at the line and contact the hotel?"
"... seems like it. Lazy people also have lazy luck!"
"To sum up, you are a unreliable person. I don't know what you are proud of here."
Hunter was speechless, faintly feeling that his heart was hurt again.
But this is the first time that he has traveled with Winston himself, and he has gone out to play with "Breakthrough", and Hunt is very excited.
"Wow ... did you rent a Mustang? I want to drive!"
Winston reached over and pressed Hunt's face aside. "Are you familiar with the road? What do you drive?"
"Just tell me how to go!" Hunt took the first step into the driver's seat.
Winston threw his luggage back to the back seat, sitting next to Hunter.
Hunter turned on the radio and couldn't understand a word. The only Japanese song, the female singer's voice was also sweet and powerful.
Just like this, every time Winston speaks, the cool voice sounds like freezing the sweet ice cream that is about to melt again, inexplicably sweet.
"Hey ... do you say we don't look like the actor in Speed ​​Murder?" Hunt asked with a smile.
"Drive well."
"Hey, do you like being gentle or rough?" Hunter picked up the lines in the movie, but it was different from Winston's, his voice was light and smirk.
Winston still held his chin, but smiled slightly at the corners of his lips.
"Do you like leather whip or handcuffs?" Hunt smiled more clearly.
Winston stretched his other hand and gently pushed Hunter's head.
"Don't make trouble."
"I'm going to lock you into my cabin." Hunt got even more vigorous.
"That must be you," Winston replied.
"Hello, don't you change the movie dialogue?"
Hunter said dissatisfied.
"Then we will return."
Winston was upset by Winston's indifferent tone.
"Do you like being gentle or rude?" Hunt smirked.
"Rougher," Winston replied.
"Oh, really? I still think you're a patient person! Crude or something ... not like your style."
Hunt was really a bit surprised.
"When I am seduced, I will be gentle. But when it comes to my mouth, I will certainly not show mercy."
Hunt swallowed and glanced at Winston's side.
Something deep in my heart followed the restlessness.
"Fine ... very Winstonian ... what do you prefer, the whip and handcuffs?"
"Handcuffs can make the other party better. Instead of using a leather whip to hurt the other party, there are other better ways to make the other party cry."
"what way?"
Hunter suddenly felt that he was getting to know Winston that others didn't.
"Cry out."
Hunter's shoulders tightened and he suddenly felt a bit pitiful to those whom Winston saw.
"Then ... the cabin shouldn't be used ..."
Although Winston is sometimes terrible, but basically he is a very attractive man, women will proactively bow down, there is no need to keep people locked up.
"Shouldn't the cabin be used for vacations when they are in love with each other? If I were rejected, I would lock that person directly into my underground garage. I have five cars and each can be a enough."
Hunt swallowed, and suddenly felt like a lunatic sitting next to him.
Of course, this guy often doesn't play cards according to conditioning.
Sure enough, one side saw him smirking.
"Just play with me."
"Why should I play tricks on others?"
Hunt was speechless.
At this time, a castle-like castle and a large garden appeared in front of Hunter.
Pleasing to the eye.
"Aren't we ... going to Noboribetsu Onsen Hotel?" Hunt looked suspiciously at Winston.
"It is better to soak in the hot spring at night. This is the Shiroi Koibito Chocolate Factory. Let's go and see."
"... the chocolate factory ... as if the children were coming." Hunt muttered softly, and when he looked up, he saw Winston's smile.
"Oh-you take me here, just treat me like a kid?"
"You don't like it?" Winston asked back.
"If you're dating a woman, maybe the other person will like it." Hunt touched his nose. "The two men we came to visit the chocolate factory or something ... the fairytale atmosphere is gone."
Hunt followed Winston into the tour.
Although he didn't expect much at the beginning, Hunt must admit that it made him inexplicably better.
All kinds of chocolates and desserts, as well as clockwork dolls, all made Hunter smile.
"If I had a daughter, I would definitely bring her here." Hunt said with a smile.
"Okay." Winston responded lightly.
"Hey, don't say it's like you're giving me a daughter!" Hunt pushed the other side funny.
"Do you want to try the ice cream here?"
"Ok."
When he got the ice cream, Hunter looked around and found out that it was either the parents with the children or the couple.
Winston handed the ice cream cone to Hunt.
"Don't you?" Hunt asked.
"I don't like sweet ones."
"..." Actually, I don't like sweets either.
Hunter glanced over the top of the cone, his eyes lit up: "Hmm? It's delicious, not greasy at all."
"Probably because it's fresh and sweet."
"Are you sure you don't want to try one?" Hunt licked again, asking indistinctly.
"No need to buy anymore, I shouldn't finish the whole."
"Oh."
Hunter turned his face slightly, just about to scoop the ice cream, and the opposite Winston leaned down, biting his face and biting the other side of the ice cream.
Hunt just stuck out the tip of his tongue, and he felt himself gently licked by something warm.
Realizing what it was, Hunter stepped back in surprise: "Hey-you licked me! Say it before you eat it! Don't be so sudden!"
Winston's upper lip was still stained with ice cream, but he licked it with his tongue.
It was as if something had fluttered from Hunt's mind, and he kept playing the picture repeatedly in his mind.
"I didn't lick you." Winston watched Hunt's gaze saying "you think more".
"Really?" Hunt was a little skeptical, and he felt that slippery thing must be the tip of Winston's tongue.
"Well, even if I lick you, do you want to lick it back?" Winston asked back.
"... Why not ..."
"After eating ice cream, we get in the car and go to say goodbye."
"Got it!"
They returned to the car, this time by Winston.
Hunter looked back at the distant chocolate factory and said with emotion: "Suddenly I understand why girls love fairy tales."
"why?"
"Like a spiritual opium?"
"Fairies are used to coax people."
Before the night fell, they finally arrived at the hot spring hotel booked by Winston.
It has a very traditional Japanese style, and the sound of stepping on the wooden floor makes Hunt feel that he has traveled through time and space and has gone to another world.
Hunt couldn't wait to go to the hot springs, but was stopped by Winston.
"First start indoors. From the feet to the head, use hot spring water to adjust to the water temperature. Then wash yourself before defoaming."
"Oh, I see!"
Hunter changed his clothes and looked at Winston not far away.
The picture of this guy dragging t 裇 from his head is like a movie, and the lines of his waist make Hunt want to grab one.
But if you really do that, you will probably break your nose.
Hunt wrapped around the towel and followed Winston to pour the hot spring water out of the water tank and pour it on his body.
Hunt continued to look at Winston's body lines as he dripped.
This guy's shoulders, neck and waist line are very beautiful, and there is a sense of strength that is not exaggerated at all, that is a shapely beauty.
Hunt even began to imagine how Winston's muscle lines stretched out while Winston was sitting in a racing car turning the steering wheel.
"What are you looking at?" Winston asked with a raised chin.
"Look at you! When you were in Austria, you guy came out of the bathroom and wrapped yourself in a bathrobe, saying you wouldn't let me see it. Now is it? I don't want to see it ...
Before Hunt had finished, Winston suddenly poured water over Hunt's head with a water scoop.
"Hey--"
Hunter stepped back, and the water continued to flow down the hair from the top of his head, and he coughed.
As soon as I coughed, the towel on my waist fell down.
Hunt reached for it, but didn't catch it.
"Are you wrapped in a bath towel in the shower?" Winston turned back and asked Hunter.
Hunter bent down to pick up his own towel.
I don't know if it was an illusion, he suddenly felt his back a little hot.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Winston standing opposite, looking at himself.
There wasn't much expression on his face, his eyes looked cold in the warm water vapor, as if suppressing something, but Hunter felt that the ice was almost boiling.
"I don't pay too much attention to privacy here! There are no compartments in the shower!" Hunter immediately surrounded the towel and complained by the way.
"It's all like that in Japanese hot springs. And no one here will look at you except me." Winston said coolly.
"... You mean, do you want to see me?" Hunt grinned grinning, "unfortunately I don't have you watching!"
"It seems you don't know yourself enough."
Winston had unbuttoned the bath towel and sat on his chair with his back to Hunt.
"what?"
"Remember to wash well and not stain the hot spring water."
"You dislike me?" Hunt said dissatisfied.
"Shall I help you wash it?"
"No need to!"
Hunter also sat down with his back to Winston.
"It's weird, why haven't you seen anyone but us?"
"Because I contracted out the entire hot spring hotel."
Winston said calmly.
That tone was as simple as buying an extra cup of coffee.
"You are extravagant."
Hunt said so, but he felt much happier.
"Are you confident in your figure and like to be seen by many people?"
"how is this possible!"
"Do you think the hot spring is mixed-sex, so you are disappointed now?"
Directly poking at Hunt's heart ... This feeling of being deeply understood by the other side made Hunt very upset.
"You're disappointed!"
After rushing several times, Winston wrapped in a bath towel and walked into the indoor hot spring first, sitting in it with his eyes closed.
Hunter also came to his side, set the bath towel by the pool, and sat down.
"When do we go out to soak?"
Hunt imagined leaning on the pool, looking up at the stars, and smelling the scent of the sakura tree in the air, but Winston was soaking the room first, there must be his reason.
"Five minutes later."
Hunter watched Winston lift his chin to the side of his face, his back of his head resting on the towel, apparently in a gesture of neck-to-cut, but elegant and impenetrable.
The outside made of bamboo sinks, and a section of the bamboo tube hits the stone, and the sound made in such a quiet night scares Hunter's heart.
He turned sharply.
At this time, Winston stood up, and the water fell from his body back into the water, making a sound that made Hunter look over.
Winston extended his hand and blocked the towel from Hunt's sight, but he still glanced under Winston's waist.
It's not like he never saw other friends undressed when he went swimming, but Hunter had to admit that Winston's figure was the best he had ever seen.
Stepping out of the bath, Winston lowered his head and knocked slightly on Hunt's head.
"Not yet? I want to faint inside and let you out?" Winston's voice sounded in Hunter's ear.
"Got it! How could you hug me!" Hunter turned his head, pressing the tip of his nose against his cheek.
Why is this guy so close to him!
"I can't hold you?"
Winston's mouth ripped.
"I'm heavy!"
"Do you think you're in Hubai? I dragged you out?"
"... You brought me out?" Hunt was stupid.
Winston didn't answer him, but got up and walked outside.
Hunter dragged his towel around him, followed him closely: "How did you hug me? Didn't you come across?"
Then he will live without face!
Winston had no intention of discussing this topic with Hunter at all, walked directly to the pool, unbuttoned the towel on his waist, walked into the pool, and sat in that slack in a hurry.
"Hey! Answer me!" Hunt put the towel on his feet and stepped into the hot spring.
"You are so noisy," Winston said with his eyes closed.
Hunt was a little depressed.
"That's how I am. You never thought I was noisy." Hunt stopped talking.
After half a minute, Winston slowly said, "I was not holding you horizontally. That would be too laborious."
so far so good! Otherwise, if someone in the team knew about it, he would laugh at him for life.
Hunter exhaled, learning the look of Winston, closing his eyes, feeling the comfort of the open pores.
"Why don't you talk?" Winston said.
"Don't you think I'm noisy?"
Then I'm a little deeper!
"It's so quiet, I'll think you're fainted."
"You just passed out!"
Quiet is not good, not quiet is not good, what do you want?
"If I faint, I'll hug you out. Ah ... unfortunately, there are no guests in the hotel today." Although Winston closed his eyes, Hunter was sure the guy was laughing.
The best way to deal with it is to ignore him.
Hunt turned to his face and snorted softly.
"Then do something that prevents you from participating in the Abu Dhabi race."
"what's up?"
"You can pass out now, and you'll know when you wake up."
"..."
Hunt found himself unable to communicate with Winston.
But it hasn't been so quiet for a long time.
Everyone was silent, except for the occasional sound of insects and tianshui.
The sound of the Formula One engine and the scream of the audience seemed to belong to another world.
Hunter's mood calmed down.
He was suddenly grateful to Winston. This feeling of being away from the hustle and bustle makes him all remodeled.
A small boat came in front of them along the water. The shore of the bath was a young boy in a kimono, eyes bright, smiled at Hunter, and made a drinking gesture.
Hunter also smiled back.
On the boat were wine glasses and wine glasses of sake. The wine glass is cyan, without any extra fancy, it looks very pure.
But when he remembered what happened since he last drank sake, Hunter didn't even touch him.
Winston, with his eyes closed, opened his eyes slightly and raised his hand to pick up a small cup.
His fingers were good-looking, his wrists twisted to his lips, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered, and the whole man was soft and with a hint of restrained sensuality. Especially the moment the throat moved, Hunt felt the ears feel hot for no reason.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: Did you kiss my back?
Winston: No.
Hunter: Did you kiss me when I was playing on my cell phone ...
Winston: What's yours?
Hunter: Below my waist ...
Winston: What's under the waist?
Hunter: I have your lungs!