Chapter 69: I'll teach you to overwhelm me

Hunter left the other's hands to do anything on his body. The temperature in his palm just showed that he cared about Hunter. Winston, who had just leaned down, finally lifted a leg and pressed it step by step.
However, the moment Winston's fingers snapped back to Hunter's jeans and pulled down, Hunter tightened, and he was about to sideways avoid Winston.
It's all like an instinctive reaction, or the result of practicing Owen many times by myself.
But Hunter didn't avoid it in the end, because he never wanted Winston to be sad again.
Winston stopped there, his hands resting in Hunter's ears, his eyes calmed.
"That's why you got mixed with Irving, right?"
Hunt was stiff, and he knew he was seen through by Winston.
"He taught you how to seduce me before, and now teaches you ... how to reject me."
"No! I never thought of rejecting you! I didn't!"
"Can I hug you?" Winston asked.
It's still the gentle voice that can only be used when talking to Hunter, which always makes Hunter swing easily.
Hunter couldn't bear to make him more sad than being killed.
Even the consecutive season or qualifying is not as important for Hunt as Winston.
Hunter looked up, looked at Winston's eyes and said, "... Okay."
The next moment, his clothes were ripped off, his jeans were also vulnerable, everything passed by like a tsunami in Foshan.
Hunt closed his eyes, and the atmosphere dared not come out.
He gritted his teeth, and it felt like he was rushing out of the track at high speed at any time, and hit powder in the buffer zone.
When Winston leaned close to him, Hunter's heart quickly jumped out of his throat.
But he didn't expect that Winston just kissed his cheek softly.
"I never thought about killing you ... so you don't have to look at it like that."
Still so quiet, Hunt knew instantly that everything Winston had just done was tentative.
He wanted to know if Hunter could accept him, but he was disappointed.
"Let's take your time." Winston's fingers stroked Hunter's brow bone. "Actually you're not afraid of me making you hurt or even hurting ... you're just not used to giving yourself completely to me. Pass you on Give it to me, and you won't lose yourself, and you will never lose me. "
Hunt's eyes warmed and his throat trembled.
Obviously he did things that made Winston unhappy, but in turn was comforted by him.
He had lost his parents and had long been accustomed to bear everything. Now Winston is willing to solve all the troubles for him and tolerate him to take care of him. If when he gave himself to this man with all the hopes and expectations of life, he lost him ... Hunter doesn't know how to bear it.
Hunter hugged Winston tightly, unwilling to release it against the other for a long time.
"Fool. Don't let Lawrence Owen teach you how to overwhelm me in the future."
"... how do you know I let Irving teach this!" Hunt was completely surprised.
Could it be Irving's dregs betrayed him?
Winston sighed: "You can think about these things in your head."
Hunt had a sense of frustration that the other side looked down on.
"Next time you want to overwhelm me, I'll teach you."
Compared to the indifference and elusiveness just now, Winston's eyes at the moment are the warmth that Hunter likes most, and the bottomless tolerance.
"You teach me? Will you teach me how to overwhelm you? I don't believe it!" Hunt opened his eyes.
Winston kissed directly on his lips.
"If you want to overwhelm me with brute force, you're stupid."
"Why? We are all racers. We have similar physical training and strength training. Why do I get you down every time?"
Hunter Best is puzzled about this.
"Because I am better at using limbs than you are."
Winston answered.
"Is it all limbs?" Hunter asked softly, tilting his head.
"Ok."
"Then kiss me. Don't be like that."
Winston froze slightly.
"I know you were angry ... but now you are not angry, so ... I think ..."
Before Hunt's words were finished, Winston poked out the tip of his tongue, and touched it gently on the upper lip of Hunter. The ephemeral softness made him directly.
Obviously he asked Winston to kiss himself, but he turned into a kiss.
The helplessness just now all became the reason for the request, and Winston closed his eyes in response to Hunter's sucking.
Until Marcus's call came, Winston stretched his arm and took the phone over.
"Hey, are you already in the hotel now?"
"Well, rest assured." Winston stood up with one hand, looking at Hunter's eyes.
At this time, Winston's hair was a bit messy, and the collar of the t-shirt was crooked aside, exposing a beautiful collarbone.
Hunter reached out subconsciously and touched it.
Winston clenched his fingers in Hunter's ear, Hunter tilted his head, and was about to use his fingers to open Winston's collar, and the other side turned over and grabbed Hunt's hand.
"Well, I'll take Hunt to the police station. See you tomorrow."
Winston put the phone down, still frowning at Hunt: "Do you want to die?"
Hunt shook his head.
"Sleep! Let's sleep!"
He rolled over and was about to wink Winston's waist, but did not expect Winston to get up.
"You sleep here, I'll go to the sofa."
"Why?" Hunt sat up.
"Because I can't help it, and you run out with your pants on."
Winston turned his face to the side, and that look made Hunt unpleasant at all.
"I ... I'm not afraid of you ..." Hunt lost his heart.
"I said, I can't help it."
Winston couldn't convince anyone to take it seriously.
So all night, Hunter was tossing and going to sleep in bed.
It was clear that Winston was lying a few meters away from him, and as long as he raised his chin, he could see the back of Winston.
He was lying on the side of the sofa, with long legs and ankles outside the sofa. He was covered with a blanket, but he could still see the lines of his waist faintly.
Hunter suddenly began to doubt, and that was what Winston really punished him.
The man had fallen in love with him early, so Hunter couldn't help but imagine the countless nights before, was Winston, like himself at this moment, grasping his heart and lungs, but could only bear it?
Hunter pulled the quilt over his head.
His temperature, his breath, the way he kissed him, and even the action of pulling down his pants with a sense of oppression, Hunter suddenly wanted to die.
Don't watch! go to bed! go to bed! go to bed!
The next morning, Hunter was photographed by Winston, and after breakfast at the hotel, they headed to the police station.
Hunt and Winston told the police what had happened that night.
When they came out, they saw Irving.
"Well, Irving ... why are you here ..."
Owen chuckled a smile and walked to Hunter's face: "Shit boy, this time I've been miserable!"
"What ..." Hunter probably learned why Irving was here.
"It turned out that the black fan who has always threatened me is your crazy fan! He just admitted that he always thought that I had a relationship with you, so he came to target me. He wants to force me to leave you ... He is wrong "Owen shrugged helplessly, and then looked intently at Winston.
Winston had no expression on his face, but was blocked by Winston's palm when Irving's arm was about to hit Hunter's shoulder.
"I know what you did with Hunt."
As soon as Winston's words came out, Hunter felt bad and his eyes jumped.
"Oh-what are you going to do? Little Hunt wants to overwhelm you." Owen said gloatably.
"I will teach him how to overwhelm me happily in the future, and your useless tricks will retain their aftertaste."
Owen was stunned by this sentence.
But then, his face returned to a calm, smiling expression.
"So how are you going to get Hunter to accept you? I heard you have a Coca-Cola bottle there?" Owen looked down. "I have to worry about you not being happy."
Winston looked at Hunt, who was about to run away with his head down, grabbed his back collar and pulled him back to his side.
"You don't have to worry about this. I will fix it."
Hunter admits he was surprised.
Will you fix it?
How do you solve it?
This cannot be solved at all! Unless you let me go!
"Also, if you teach Hunter something that is not available, although I can't guarantee you can be off the track every time, but it will definitely make you feel uncomfortable every race."
Winston's expression was still the same, but Hunter remembered his previous trip to Tracy McGrady.
Owen chuckled and looked at Hunter and said, "I tell you this guy must pay me back, do you believe it? You let him bear it now, and he will ask you back in bed in the future.
After speaking, Owen left with a whistle.
Hunt glanced at Winston aside, but Winston raised his hand and rubbed Hunt's back.
"I won't do that."
"Whew ..." Hunter exhaled.
Although Winston must report, at least the promises made will be fulfilled.
"But I will let you ask me to hug you."
With this sentence off, Hunter felt like he was struck by lightning.
Just as they were about to leave, Hunter heard Merlin's howl.
"I love him! I love him! Why can't I send him roses! Why can't I make something for him! Why can't I go to him! Why!"
Hunt stopped and looked back subconsciously.
But Winston's palm stretched out, blocking Hunter's eyes.
His palms were warm and occupied Hunt's mind.
"Look, that's how you attract Bt fans."
"Ah?" Hunter turned around, "Why am I attracting Bt fans?"
"You are too simple, there is no sense of distance from unnecessary people, and everyone feels that you can be obtained. You gave Merlin hope, responded to Merlin's expectations, let him develop a beautiful imagination, in his heart You belong to him. Now, when he shouts loudly that he loves you, you will be soft-hearted and you will feel that you should respond. "
Hunt knew that Winston was right.
"Did you think Merlin was abnormal when you washed the sand in the Dubai desert?"
Don't look at Winston's cold look, but he is more accurate than his own vision.
"I don't know if he's normal, but I know he feels more about you than so-called fans. So I'm jealous."
Winston's answer was calm.
"Are you jealous? You're Vann Winston ... you're jealous?"
Hunt felt incredible. This guy has fewer fans than Shire and Irving who have dominated Formula One for more than a decade. Will he even be jealous of having a more passionate fan?
"I'm jealous of your patience with him. I'm jealous of your affection for him. And for so many years I fell in love with you, I have never been treated like this."
"You ... you've fallen in love with me for many years? Impossible, this is my first year in Formula One! Did you ... you used to pay attention to karts? I remember you came from F3!"
Winston didn't answer the question, but raised his hand to straighten Hunter's cocked hair.
"Today, I know what I really envy Merlin."
"what?"
"I'm jealous that he can go mad unscrupulously. Even if he wants to do everything, I want to do it ... Watch you all the time, take revenge on everyone who approaches you, sneak into your room ... I want to do it."
Hunter remembered wryly that they often joked with the dialogue in Speed ​​Murder.
Maybe every sentence is the real answer from Winston.
"I want to be rude to you, I want to get revenge on everything that made me lose myself ... I want you to cry for me, I want you to ask me for mercy, and say to me ... 'Sorry, Winston, sorry for me I can't love you enough '. But I can't, because being hated by you is fatal to me. "
Winston didn't go on talking.
This was the longest paragraph he had ever said to Hunt.
When the man stood waiting for himself under the blue sky of Singapore, and his hair was gently lifted by the passing wind, Hunter suddenly knew where the biggest gulf between him and Winston was.
Winston is much deeper than he loves, so what Winston paid and devoted, now he is completely dissatisfied.
Hunter stepped out, walking side by side with Winston, unhappy.
Actually, Winston, every second I find that I love you more than the moment before.
Hunt held out his hand and lightly clasped Winston's fingers. The other side said nothing, but bent his knuckles.
The next day, the free practice session of Marina Bay Circuit kicked off.
At present, the temperature in the city is about 30 degrees, and the track temperature is about 33 degrees. The team led by Shen Chuan adjusted a series of functions of the car according to the influence of the track ground temperature and air density. The race car in this race carries more fuel, which increases the burden on the tires. This also means that Hunter must make at least two stops. If special circumstances occur, it is not possible to rule out four stops.
"This track has nearly a quarter of retirement data every year, and it's very challenging." The technical officer reminded Hunter, "I know you're a lunatic ... but this time, be strict. We are the biggest The expectation is not that you can surpass Shire's driver again, but that the race will be completed safely and maintain the existing points ranking. "
"Okay, I see." Heng nodded.
The technical officer was a little surprised. If it was the first few races, Hunter would be reconciled between the eyebrows and felt that the team didn't trust themselves enough.
But this time, he saw the rationality and maturity that had settled in Hunter's eyes.
"It seems to be beneficial to stay with Winston every day," said the technical officer with a smile.
"Ah? What good?"
"When you think quietly, you become more and more like him."
"Don't say this in front of Marcus. His sensitive heart will feel that I am going to join Ferrari." Hunter whispered to the technical officer.
The technical officer stunned for two seconds and immediately laughed.
By the end of the third practice session, Hunter was already familiar with the track.
Qualifying was about to begin, and Hunt had found a place to smoke as usual.
But this time he forgot to bring a lighter.
With a sigh, he felt the phone was about to send a text message to ask where Winston was, but the other person was already sitting next to him and was about to light a cigarette for him.
I used to think it was a tacit understanding, but now Hunter understood that it was Winston's spoiling of himself.
Hunter lifted his cigarette and took a soft sip: "I think this should be the last time I smoked with you before the game."
"You didn't smoke too much. Are you trying to quit?" Winston asked lightly.
Hunt turned to his side and spit out a ring of smoke at the other side, but Winston didn't even blink.
"What do you think of kissing?" Hunt asked.
"Are you comforting me? Because you think I'm not happy because of Merlin?" Winston said.
"No." Hunter shook his head. "I spend time with you like a cigarette, and it burns shorter and shorter. In this case, why not use time for kissing?"
Winston took Hunter's cigarette and took a sip.
"Are you sure?"
"what happened?"
"I thought you preferred to see how I smoke." Winston replied softly.
"..."
Hunt froze.
Does this guy actually know that every time he watches Winston smoking? Maybe still enjoying it?
Indeed, the guy's low-eye-smoke look, and his fingers placed lightly between his lips, were very sexy.
Winston turned over and sent half of the cigarette back to Hunt's lips. As soon as Hunt opened his lips, Winston moved the cigarette away and kissed him.
His lips were warm, and no matter how many times that touch had passed, Hunt felt hopeful.
"See you on the track."
Winston shook the cigarette against Hunt's lips. Hunt bit his cigarette and said with an unpleasant expression, "Be careful to squeeze me out this time."
"Really? Then I'll squeeze in."
The word "go in" was clear and clear, and Hunt twitched.
Winston already knew that he was afraid of his "big guy", and he would have some scruples before Merlin's incident. And now he's going to make it clear to Hunter that he wants to go to him, this guy still minds the things that he and Owen "plan".
Hunt felt that he had fallen into that pit, and most likely could not get out.
That evening, qualifying kicked off.
Formula One is not a very high-profile race in Asia, but there are many car fans coming from all over the world. More than 80% of the tickets were sold and all three famous stands have been sold out.
Hunt took a breath and raised his eyes to see the banner with his name in the dense crowd.
"Your fans are really growing." Instrumentalist Mark said with a smile.
"Haha ..." Hunter smiled helplessly.
The more fans, does it mean that there are not as many extreme and crazy fans as Merlin?
... and Winston, he said about madness, and he was better than Merlin.
Hunt looked at the sky in Singapore, closed his eyes and murmured his wish: I wish I could keep pace with Vann Winston this time.
In the first quarter, the marina bay circuit gave the team dismount. Colt of the Williams team made a mistake in the seventh corner, which almost affected India's Maiden. Winston stayed ahead, Irving followed closely, followed by Hunt and Shire's three or four. In the last three minutes, Hunter bit the Shire and saved the third place.
At the beginning of the second quarter, Owen and Hunt's position battle became more fierce. After replacing the soft tires, he scored amazing results, surpassing Hunter, and even surpassed Winston at the end of the second quarter .
Competition in the final quarter was even more fierce. Winston tried to catch up with Irving, while Hunt struggled to catch up with Winston's lap.
Qualifying made the audience nervous. In the last minute, McLaren's Duchovny lost control of his direction and crashed into the buffer zone after a right turn.
The audience screamed again and again.
But Hunter's spirit is extremely concentrated, and he has consistently locked his goal-Vann Winston.
The person I want to surpass in this world is you.
If I'm destined to let you have me, then at least in another area we care about, I will have your sight and direction.
Winston feels like Hunt's determination. Even in the last thirty seconds, there is no slackness, and he keeps the lead to the end.
The starting order of the race is thus determined. In pole position is the Shire of Mercedes-Benz, followed by Irving, followed by Winston and Hunt.
Driving the car back, Hunter lifted his head, took off the racing suit, hung it on his waist, unscrewed the water bottle and drank.
At this time, the clap sounded, and Hunt lowered the water bottle, only to discover that it was Nicky.
"Are you here to send flowers?" Hunt asked with a smile.
"Haha, if it is an ordinary fan to send flowers to you, it's okay. If I was found to give you flowers, Vann Winston would kill me." Nikola crossed the chair and looked up at Hen. special.
This guy is the major shareholder of the team, it is estimated to determine whether his investment is worth it.
"You just gave me flowers, and Winston will kill you?" Hunter pulled the other chair funnyly, sat down in front of Nicky, put his legs on the armrests of the chair, and there was no one on the other. Dangling.
"This is his strength. He can make people who don't know him feel calm and rigorous, can make people who know him know his madness and not cross the border, and you can think that you are safe by his side. . "
Nicky lowered his head and smiled.
"Am I not safe by his side?" Hunt asked.
"Do you really understand this guy's possessiveness? Do you know that he has invested in various bars, clubs and high-end clubs around the world? Of course, some of them also have shares, and some of Lawrence Owen also have investments ... "
Hunt narrowed his eyes. "What bar club?"
Nicky laughed out loud: "Like the club where I met you. Later the staff told me that when I got along with you, Winston looked at us before monitoring."
"What?" Hunt frowned, "I thought he was waiting for me at the door!"
"No. You should be glad that you weren't seduced by me or pushed me down, otherwise Winston would definitely rush in and kill you directly in that room."
"What—" Hunt's expression was a precursor to frizz, "that bastard!"
Then he heard everything he said at the time!
At that time, those words were words that he hid in his heart!
Winston just listened!
"He invested in these things ... wouldn't it just be looking at me in the surveillance room?"
"It should be that you always have a heart that you want to sway, so Winston puts you in his jurisdiction, no matter how your heart ripples, no one dares to provoke you. He can use these places you like Approaching you and keeping you in check ... I have to say that this plan is both burning money and owing money. "
Hunt clenched his fists.
If this is the case, Winston really planned these things before meeting them in the washroom of the Spanish Grand Prix.
"Now do you really want to rush out and punch him?" Nicky asked with a crooked smile.
"Did you tell me this to make me angry with him?" Hunt asked, squinting.
"Aren't you angry? You should be upset about this feeling of being planned and put in your pocket for a long time?"
"Nonsense! Since those clubs and bars were run by him, why did n’t you give me a VIP card! Why did you pay me! I was tricked by you and paid tens of thousands of dollars! Winston also said he helped me pay Owen! For a long time, my money went into his pocket! "
Hunter stretched out his for a comparison.
Nicky looked at Hunter, then turned his face and smiled two seconds later.
"What the are you laughing at?"
"You really like him. So he counts everything about you and you are not angry."
Hunt froze, took a breath, and shrugged his shoulders and answered, "I'd rather be counted by him than I have never met him."
"Hunt, do you know I was attracted to you the first time I saw you?" Nicky braced his chin, his eyes seeming to remember something unforgettable.
"Don't tell me ... you're going to confess." Hunt was a little helpless.
"At that time, you were so naive and that I wanted to see you look fascinated for me. Now you are different. When I watched you come out of the passage, you were like a man who returned from the blood , Mature and decisive, when speaking of Winston in front of me, it was calm and enviable ... So, drive farther and speed faster. Run out of my imagination, I no longer need to look at Chasing you. "Nicky smiled and reached out to Hunt.
"Thank you." Hunter shook hands with Nicky.
"Thank you for being a fan of me, or for telling you Winston's secret?"
"Both." Hunter stood up with a smile. "The race starts tomorrow night. Remember to see."
"of course."
Hunt followed the convoy to the hotel.
Because the Merlin incident has ended, and Winston said before that he would not sleep together before the game, tonight, Hunter will sleep by himself.
Entering the hotel lobby, it happened that the Ferrari team also returned, including Winston.
He was wearing sportswear without any expression on his face.
But Hunter knew that the guy looked at himself several times with the light of his sight.
Why did he fall into his routine every time?
And it turned out from the beginning?
Even now that Hunter feels willing to be trapped by him, there is still a little joy, but think about this guy's calm face and feel ... still angry.
He and Irving were taken a few photos that were obviously not rolled sheets, and Winston could not sleep with him that night, and Hunter decided to make him feel awkward.
Otherwise, when you really get caught up in this guy, you may feel imbalanced and unable to correct it.
Hunt carried his pockets to Winston's side and kicked his ankle with his toe: "Hey, I have something to tell you."
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Winston: Actually you already love me.
Hunter: You are so easy to satisfy.
Winston: Because you have already imagined how to achieve psychological balance after being taken by me.
Hunter: ...
Winston: Actually you don't need to be imbalanced. Think of it from another angle, that is, you eat me underneath.
Hunter: ...