Chapter 59: As big as a cola bottle

Hunt tried to push him away, but his hands were still clasped.
The next second, he was turned over and fell on the mattress.
Winston's kisses spread everywhere, and the burning temperature can be felt across the clothes.
His t-shirt was ripped off, and he could even hear a sizzle from the neckline.
As soon as Hunter propped himself up, the other side buckled his waist and couldn't move.
"What are you doing!" Hunt panicked.
It was different from what he imagined ... it was completely different ... the fingertips were shaking.
"Let me in."
Winston's voice was hoarse and rubbed across Hunter's nerves like sandpaper, and his body was instantly hot.
When he understood what the other party meant, Hunter was so shocked that he had to split his head, and instinctively opened the other party to get out of bed, but was hugged back by the other.
Winston pressed Hunter against his back and kissed his cheek, his breath was amazingly hot.
"I want you, Hunter ... don't let me endure ..." His voice seemed to be a flower carved from the biting cold wind from the frost, pierced into Hunt's nerves when it bloomed, and sealed everything.
"I ... I ..." Hunt was so nervous that he almost lost his ability to think, his tongue froze, and he couldn't even say a good word.
"Let me hug you ... Hunt ..."
That voice was very light as if asking, but so hard as if Hunt would be hanged if he refused.
And Winston's other hand had grabbed the back of Hunter's slacks and pulled it down hard.
Hunt longed for this man, but it was definitely not the case!
"From the first time I saw you, I wanted to put you on the ground and hit you hard ..."
what?
"Every day I regret why in the back alley of the warehouse bar, I didn't come to you when you were the most helpless!"
Hunter was dumbfounded, he remembered the time when he was caught by this guy and caught fire, and he drank again. The toilet in the bar was being repaired again. He had to go to the back alley to solve it. What was Winston thinking about?
"I said I want to buy a submarine just to keep you in there ... nowhere to go ..."
His breath was in Hunter's ears when he spoke, and it was so hot that Hunter had to keep his face off, but Winston pressed his ears tightly and poured all his desires into Hunter's mind.
"Every time I see you sitting in the bathtub, I want to make you cry."
The sense of strength in Winston's voice frightened Hunt.
When he was obviously in Dubai, the guy went into the bathroom without even looking at himself!
This was not a confession he wanted to hear! Do n’t I like you, you like me too, and then we hug each other with a smile?
"Why do you think I would accompany you to shake the mattress, because I want to kiss you and bite you." Winston bit his ear, and his hands were getting worse and worse.
It's finished ... it's finished ...
Hunter suddenly realized that he was setting himself on fire!
He stiffened his back, and suddenly pushed his elbow back, Winston moaned without letting go, but instead pressed Hunter down.
"Fuck-" Hunt adrenaline hurricane, holding the edge of the bed to support himself with a hand, tumbling down, and when he stood up, he saw Winston half kneeling on the bed looking at himself.
It wasn't the anger that was rejected, but the decision that must be obtained after it was determined.
Hunt's jaw was so tight that he turned around and rushed out of the door, and he was sure Winston rushed down, his fingers slid over his shoulders, and he was about to be fished back. Hunt opened The door ran wild in the corridor. He didn't take the elevator, and he didn't even dare to return.
He had a premonition that if he stopped now, he would certainly have lost his life.
Winston wants to get on him!
Winston wants to get on him!
This consciousness echoed in his mind.
He rushed out of the hotel without even knowing where he was heading.
The more he ran, the clearer his head became.
Winston said he wanted him since he first saw him ...
For the first time ... the first time seemed to be in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, shit! The guy also helped him pull his pants!
He did it on purpose! He must be intentional!
He also told him at the auction that he was willing to buy the underwear he wore for $ 10 million!
He also drove in the car to say whether he liked gentleness or rudeness ...
What else "I want to bubble you"?
Hunt stopped under a streetlight and reached out and clenched his head ... These are not jokes, these are already blatant hints!
All the moments they've gone through now want to come even ... are all Vann Winston making him?
His world split. Everything used to come with a clear filter effect.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Hunt waited to pin his head off his neck!
Why are you so stupid! So stupid! So stupid! You are so proud of being nice to you!
This is finished! You like him, and you still like it! But people have long wanted to kill you! Looking back, I found that I had fallen into the gentle trap carefully laid down by Vann Winston!
Now how to do?
He didn't dare to go back to his room, maybe Winston was still there? Or was he caught on the way back? Then I was overwhelmed, and then stung to bloom!
Hunt wiped off the sweat from his face, and now he realized that he was wearing nothing on his upper body. The buttons of the casual pants had been ripped off by Winston.
His passport is still in the room, and his mobile phone is there. He has nothing, is it going to stray to Tianming?
If you look for anyone in the team, you will be scared by his appearance.
Going to Donald?
Question Where is Donald's hotel? he does not know!
Only Irving was left ... and the guy at Irving knew what was going on between him and Winston.
It's good to be teased by this guy, at least Irving can tell him what to do next? Or ... how to calm Winston?
He went all the way to the hotel where Irving was. It was almost two o'clock in the evening at this time. Hunter knocked on the door for a long time, and finally Irving came to the door lazily.
"It's not the beauty who doesn't open the door ..."
"Lawrence Irving is about to open the door! I'm finished!"
"Hunter?"
As soon as Owen opened the door, Hunter squeezed in.
"Winston wants me!"
Without saying a word, Hunter opened Irving's mini-fridge, unscrewed the cola bottle, and grunted into his stomach.
He needs to be overwhelmed now!
After stunning for two seconds, Irving clasped Hunter's shoulder with a surprised expression: "Shit! You're successful! What are you doing here ... now?"
"Is he going to run on me or not?" Hunt Yong looked at Irving with incredible eyes.
"You run ... stupid boy, you really can learn from each other! How did you learn to refuse and welcome? When you ran like this, Winston felt a wicked fire in his heart, and he would definitely miss you more."
Hunter sprayed Cola directly on Irving's face. Fortunately, Irving responded quickly, otherwise his face would be wonderful!
"Did you already know that he wanted to fall in love with me?" Hunt tugged at Irving's neckline.
"Isn't it a matter of course? If I fancy anyone, I'd love her too ..." Owen shrugged.
"I'm a man! Why didn't I go to him!"
"You ... you can call him and talk to him and say, 'If you don't let me go, I won't talk to you' or something." Irving said irresponsibly.
"The problem is ... he ... he's been thinking about going to me since he first saw me! What made me a friend, what made me explode his Ferrari, what traveled with me ... all It's ... it's all about him approaching me ... to do me! "Hunt looked at Owen with a" you understand "expression.
"He also made you detonate his Ferrari?" Owen whistled. "This is not deliberate thinking, Hunter, at all costs. A man like Winston controls his private life well, including his feelings. ... he wants to come to you, the premise is that he loves you very much. If he wants to get you from the first time he sees you, then he must do it. Unless you jump out of the window now ... You have to fall to death. If you do n’t fall, you are not going to be blossomed in the back. "
Hunter was silent, and he tilted his face.
Even in all the time together, Winston's purpose is to attract him, precisely because at this moment knowing that purpose, everything becomes ambiguous and heart-warming. He was well aware that Winston never expended even a little energy on people he didn't recognize.
If Winston had "intentional misbehavior" since seeing him for the first time, he would be patient for a long time.
Such patience will erupt because the truth of his own self-defeating power bursts.
What if I never fell in love with this man? How long will he endure?
Is it that they can't bear to destroy the "friendship" between them, or simply turn around and leave each other?
Think of it this way ... Hunter was suddenly distressed.
If you liked him earlier, maybe he won't get out of control like today, and he won't run away when the other party most expects his response.
Patience is hard work. Hunter knew that every time he endured his father's alcoholism, he wanted to stop and fear to lose him forever. Winston ... mostly the same.
Hunter was suddenly grateful that he liked him too, otherwise how hard and exhausted would Winston devote all his energy to himself except the car?
It's not that Winston is too crazy, but that he is too weak and naive.
"But he wants to mess with me ... Do you know how old he is there!" Hunter collapsed.
"How big?" Owen was clearly curious.
Hunt shook the cola bottle in his hand, widened his eyes, and said, "It's so big! So big! You see it! If I can't beat him, I'll be kicked in by him! I don't have to jump from the window I died directly! I died directly! And it was miserable! "
Irving impatiently stunned Hunt's shaking coke bottle: "God knows if you're showing off your man is good enough ..."
"Show off a fart!"
"You must be wrong! How could it be so big!" Irving said helplessly.
"I'm not mistaken! That guy was standing against me at that time! I looked back-my mother! My mother! My dynamic vision is good! How could it not be clear how big that guy is! "
Hunt began to wander in the room uneasily.
Looking at his anxiety, Irving sighed and scratched his head: "Can it be scared like this, is it true?"
At this moment, Irving's cell phone rang, and he glanced down.
"It's Winston. It must be asking if you're here with me."
Hunt froze.
"Put down your cola bottle! I'll ask you a question, and you want to answer me clearly. Now that Winston misses you, do you like him?"
Hunt stood without speaking.
This guy ... how could he not like it?
"Well, let me change the angle. If you reject him today, tomorrow he will swear to another person at first sight that you will get it. Can you accept it?"
"What? I killed him!" Hunter called out, his eyes almost staring.
"Who killed? Winston?"
"Of course he killed the one he wanted to do!"
"Oh ... if you step back, if Winston doesn't engage you, would you like to be with him?"
"... Yes ... Yes ..." Heng specially opened his face and his neck was red.
"Oh." Irving nodded.
Winston has dialed his mobile number three times in a row.
"Well, let me solve this problem for you. You stay here honestly. If you wait for me to call back and find that you run away, you won't care about him even if he gets a half-handedness by him." Owen Speak in a very serious tone.
"Okay! OK! You solve the problem for me!" Hunt's eyes were hopeful.
Owen glanced at him and went outside with his cell phone.
He came to the end of the hotel corridor, where there was a small window sill.
He leaned against the windowsill and called Winston's phone.
"Hey ... Winston, I didn't expect you to call me."
"Are Hunter with you?"
Winston's voice seemed tight and cold on such a night.
"Yeah. He was frightened. I promised that he would help him solve the problem of being too big at you there, so you don't mind me saying a few words?"
"……You said."
"You've endured it for so long, it's not bad for a while, right? And Hunter is so innocent. In his opinion, love should be holding hands, hugging, kissing, and rolling the sheets to the depths. The weapon came up, did you want to give him some time to adapt? "Owen's voice was smooth, but the expression on his face was gloating.
"I know."
"And he's a kid, not a chick. The kid of this age has his self-esteem, and he always thought about rolling the sheets with girls. Even when he was most interested in you, he never thought about getting on you. .You show your big guy to poke him and hurt his pride. Aren't you very good at coaxing him? You can coax him to give you a better psychological shadow? "
"Thank you."
"No thanks. But I'm also curious, can you really be as big as a cola bottle?"
"I'll pick him up." Winston simply ignored the question.
"Hurry up, I'm going to bed too."
Owen hung up the phone and returned to the room, and saw Hunter sitting on the couch nervous.
"Winston will pick you up in a moment," Irving said softly.
"What? You asked him to catch me?" Hunt was clearly anxious.
"I'm not catching you, I'm here to pick you up. You don't want to be so rigid? And Winston promised me how I won't treat you ... for the time being ... he's a man of words, and he promised me Will do it. So you can go back in peace. "
"He really promised you?" Hunt's eyes sparkled.
"Really, really! More real than your coke bottle!"
Irving couldn't help laughing and yawned lazily.
Hunt still swallowed.
Within five minutes, Irving's door rang.
Owen raised his chin and motioned to Hunt to open the door.
But Hunter sat still, still nervous.
Owen sighed, slowly walked to the door and opened it.
"Hey, Winston."
Hearing that name, Hunt's shoulders trembled subconsciously.
The sense of crisis that was overwhelmed by the other party, lost freedom, and completely looted and possessed again came to mind.
"Well." Winston only responded gently, then came in and called, "Hunter."
He still remembered his name as tenderly, but felt differently in Hunt's ear.
"I brought my clothes to you."
Hunter was a little persuasive in his heart, but still took the t-shirt brought by the other and put on his jacket. He pulled the t-shirt down and covered the ripped trouser buttons.
Owen looked at him with a smile but had to hold back.
"Okay, okay! Everyone will have an interview tomorrow. Hurry up! Otherwise your eyes will swell, and even the makeup artist will not be able to save you."
Hunter stood up and gave Irving a deep look.
"Relax, you won't die." Owen shook his hands.
Winston remained silent, walked ahead, and opened the door for Hunt.
Hunt stepped out of his head rashly, but his heart was scurrying.
They came to the elevator and watched the elevator rise layer by layer. Hunter glanced at each other, only to find that Winston had been looking at himself.
That sight was deep.
The elevator door opened, and Hunter suddenly hesitated to enter.
Winston said softly, "I won't treat you like that until you're not ready."
Hunt walked in with his head down, and Winston stood beside him.
The elevator door closed, and when Winston reached out to Hunter, Hunter was immediately alert.
"I want to be with you."
Hunt froze.
Then my heart warmed.
This is the person he always likes, so that he can care nothing about the person who rushes forward.
He also wanted to be with him, especially.
How happy he was even the moment he knew he liked himself.
"Ok."
Hunt gently grasped Winston's hand, the elevator door opened, and Winston pulled him forward.
At three in the morning, the whole city was quiet.
He just pulled him like that, although thinking a little bit of an amorous feeling, Hunter felt quite happy, the way the heart beat seemed different.
The strength of Winston's fingers and the temperature of his palms belonged to him at this moment.
Winston returned him to the hotel, opened the door, Hunter walked in, and Winston stopped outside.
"Good night," Winston said.
"... night ... good night."
Winston didn't mean to come in, that is to say, he would keep his promise and not treat Hunt less out of control.
The previous desire to destroy the world was suppressed, as if it was just Hunt's illusion.
But looking at the back of Winston's departure, Hunter suddenly felt that the man's heart must be uncomfortable.
When he was alone in the room, Hunter raised his hand and looked at his fingers seriously, and Winston was holding them just now.
He went to the window and wanted to see Winston's back. Who knew he hadn't left, but stood under the streetlight outside the hotel and was smoking.
He turned his back to Hunt, leaning his head slightly, the shadow seemed lonely.
Hunter suddenly felt that he was stupid, so how could he be sad if he liked this man so much?
Touching his lower back, the sense of crisis that was tightly held by Winston at that time still has not disappeared, but ...
But nothing is known about this man who likes himself for a long time, and it is important to try hard to attract him. Even if it's thoughtful, it's because you care too much. Hunter never imagined that one day, someone would endure for themselves.
Hunt opened the door, walked quickly to the elevator, and pressed a button.
When he came outside the hotel door, Winston was bowing his head, preparing to light a second cigarette.
"How long do you plan to smoke here?" Hunt asked.
"I'm waiting for the car." Winston rolled his face.
"This time ... there are no people, where's the car?"
Winston did not answer him.
Hunter stepped forward and pulled his arm: "Let's go and go to my room to sleep."
"Aren't you afraid I'll be with you?" Winston asked.
"Then ... can't you miss me?" Hunt asked.
"No. Because I don't know how to count you. But my past, present, and future are yours."
Hunt couldn't see Winston's expression, but his eyes were inexplicably hot, and the softest part of his heart was poked hard.
"Then don't do anything tonight ... whoever goes to whom we put off first. Now sleep well together."
Winston is silent, so silent that Hunter wants to be soaring. If your big guy is in trouble, can I still have life!
"……it is good."
Finally Winston responded gently.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: I'm sorry, I'm too annoying ...
Winston: It doesn't matter, anyway, you said that I was as big as a cola bottle, and it was a kind of praise.
Hunter: Are you really not angry?
Winston: I bought a lot of cola bottles, and we can do exercises every night.
Hunter: ... I regret to confess myself.
Winston: You should be thankful that you confessed it, otherwise it won't matter about the Coke bottle.
Fat melon: I'm still more traditional. I think I should fall in love and roll the sheets first, and what's better ... It's not beautiful, or it's more fun for Winston to win the little Hunter himself.