(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 125

Chapter 125: B.D.D.

to the rescue Chapter 125: B.D.D.

to the rescue Kellen didn’t know how long the two of them remained glued together, kissing and holding each other, but in his opinion, it wasn’t long enough.

The Captain was the one who stopped them.

He had removed the dazed, kiss-swollen Kellen from his grasp, and taken a hand towel and cleaned them both up.

He’d placed Kellen in one of the stools against the island, found his shirt, put it back on him, and kissed him on the forehead.

True to his word, he had reheated the food, and Kellen found himself seated at the island with steaming tea, steaming food, and the Captain beside him with a hand on his thigh.

Stunned, Kellen felt like the moment they had shared just a few minutes before was a dream.

It was the gold of the Captain’s eyes that gave away what had truly happened.

“Eat, Kellen.

You burnt a lot, and you need to keep your body weight up.

I hated seeing you so skinny when I saw you again after a few months.” He was being quite bossy, but his eyes were teasing.

He was rubbing Kellen’s thigh soothingly while eating his own food, but his touch was quite distracting.  Kellen took a sip of his tea before trying to focus on his own food.

He wasn’t used to others touching him, especially on his thigh, but he did eventually get used to it enough to eat calmly.

The Captain finished before Kellen, and had turned himself so that he could use both of his hands to touch Kellen.

At some point he had switched what hand was on his thigh so that he could play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Kellen couldn’t make eye contact with him, so he focused on finishing his food to end the small touch that the Captain was giving him.  When he finally glanced at him, wiping his mouth with a napkin, he found that the Captain had a smug, happy look on his face and his eyes were soft.  “When did you finish?” Kellen asked, and he smirked.  “Oh, after you, like a gentleman.” Kellen’s jaw dropped, before he blinked and grabbed his tea, pouring the liquid into his mouth in an effort to stop himself from saying anything rash.

“If you were asking about dinner, about five minutes ago.

I don’t have to eat as much as you, so I enjoy watching you when I’m done.

You’re a very enthusiastic eater.” Kellen felt his face heat up at his smirk.  Kellen knew what he was implying, and he was going to ignore it.  Sure, they’d…jerked each other off, but that was just practise!

Just.

Practise!

He was sure that it could be used as a form of guiding.

Absolutely.

Even if he found the Captain incredibly attractive, and good with his hands and tongue, that didn’t mean that they were anything beyond a pair.

This was normal for a pair.

Totally normal  The Captain bent forward, his lips grazing Kellen’s ear as he spoke.

“I wonder how deep you’ll be able to take my cock into your mouth, Kellen.

You didn’t try to go that deep.

Do you have a gag reflex?

We can always do that kind of training too, if you’d like.

I can give you first hand experience, because I don’t.” Kellen spit tea all over the counter, coughing.  “C-Captain Thatcher!” He leaned back, an unrepentant grin on his face.  “Ah, back to Captain Thatcher, are we?

How cute of you.

You were really cute against the counter too, but I do enjoy getting you flustered the old fashioned way.” He grinned.

“Really, Kellen, you should let me touch your cock more.

You did seem to enjoy it, and it helped me relax too.” Kellen was stunned by this man.  “Y-You can’t just say stuff like that!” He protested and the Captain laughed.  “Why not?

Is it because you’re embarrassed?

You shouldn’t be.

It’s not the first time I’ve touched you, and gods willing, it won’t be the last.

Plus, your cock is so pretty.

I just want to give it kisses.

Is that alright, Kellen?

Can I give it kisses?” The Captain moved into Kellen’s direct line of sight, and Kellen swore he was trying to be cute.

He swallowed.  “W-We’ve done enough practise for today.

I thought you wanted to have a serious conversation.” Kellen darted his gaze away from him, his face red.

He didn’t notice the Captain’s hand leaving his nape until his nails grazed his scalp.

Kellen’s eyes rolled back into his head as he shivered.  “Alright, if you say so.

I would never want to force you, but I do hope the time comes soon where I can wake you up the way I would like to.” Kellen knew he was fishing.

He wanted Kellen to ask him how he wanted to wake him up.

Kellen wasn’t going to fall for it.  “Thank you for not forcing me.” Kellen told him hotly, and the Captain laughed.

His fingernails dug in a little deeper, and he tugged on his hair.

Kellen felt a sweat break out down his back.

Fuck, that felt good.

He couldn’t find out how much he got turned on by his simple touch.  The Captain’s chuckle caused Kellen to open his slightly closed eyes and glance over at him.

His eyes widened at his smirking look.

Fuck!

He already knew.  Kellen pushed his hands away, clearing his throat as he stood up and gathered the containers the food had come in.

“I’ll clean up since you ordered and picked up the food.” He told him, busying himself by cleaning.

The Captain remained in his seat, watching him and Kellen know that this wasn’t going to last long if they didn’t talk about the issue at hand.

If Rhys kept looking at him like that, Kellen wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to stop him if he approached him again.  Thankfully, he stayed on his side of the island while Kellen finished cleaning up.

He was finishing wiping up the mess from when he had spewed tea everywhere when the Captain cleared his throat.

Kellen glanced up at him.  “Well, we should discuss why I wanted to have you alone in private.” Kellen straightened up, tossing the cloth into the sink as he met the serious gaze of the Esper.

“Kellen, why didn’t you call for me?” He blinked, unsure of what he meant.  “Why didn’t I call for you?” He repeated, confused and the Captain sighed.  “Yes.

Why didn’t you call for me when you realised something was wrong?

It was clear to me after talking to Casper that you had an inkling of what was going on before he did.

So, why didn’t you call me?” Kellen stared at his not serious face and knew he was in between a rock and a hard place.

So, he went with the answer he knew.  “I don’t have your number.” He admitted, slightly embarrassed and the Captain made a face of displeasure.  “You do have my number.

I put it into your phone ages ago.” Kellen scoffed, shaking his head.

He turned, fumbling for his phone before pulling it out.  “No you didn’t, otherwise I would have found it.” The Captain stared at him, clearly upset.

He yanked the unlocked phone out of Kellen’s grasp and scrolled through his contacts.

The name he pulled up made Kellen’s head spin.  He’d saved himself under Big Dick Daddy.  Kellen didn’t even have words.

The Captain watched as emotions crossed his face, before he finally settled on flushing and burying his face in his hands.  “Why would I think-When would I have gone through-Why?

Just why is that what you chose?” He grinned at him, clearly enjoying his reaction.  “You aren’t denying it.” He told him, unrepentant.

He frowned angrily.  “Your dick isn’t even that much bigger than mine!” He protested and he laughed, smiling at him.  “But it is bigger.” He said and Kellen wanted to scream.  “Not by much!

Like, you’re just wider than mine!” Fuck, why the hell was he arguing about their dick sizes right now?

What was wrong with him?

“That’s called girth, Kellen, and it isn’t just that.

I’ve already said you have a pretty cock, and it’s a shame that such a pretty cock won’t get to be seen by anyone else, but that’s a sacrifice we’ll have to make.

Either way, I am also at least an inch longer than yours too.

Would you like to compare again?” Flustered, Kellen stumbled away from the island.  “Oh no you don’t.

Absolutely not!

This wasn’t even an argument I wanted to get into today.

You keep your dick in your pants.” Kellen pointed a finger at him, and he laughed, his eyes crinkling up at the corners and Kellen swallowed thickly, feeling his cock thicken in his pants.

Fuck.

The man was going to be the death of his good intentions.  “I never said I was going to take it out.

Here, you can put your hands down my pants to confirm the truth.

It’s only fair that I can put my hands down your pants too.” That fucking little smirk of his.

Devilish.

He was the devil.  Feeling himself shaking, Kellen straightened his shirt, smoothed out his hair, and took a few deep, calming breaths.

Rhys watched him with bright eyes, and foolishly, Kellen turned his back to him to turn on the kettle again.

Kellen grabbed two fresh mugs, before trembling as he reached for the tea he wanted.

Rhys’ arm reached past his own, grabbing the tea as he caged Kellen in against the counter.  “When you tremble so delicately because of my teasing, Kellen, it makes me want to make a mess of you even more.” His teeth sunk into the fleshy part of his ear and he shivered.

“I especially like it when you try to gather yourself back together after.

It’s sexy as fuck to know that only I make you that disheveled.” At first, Kellen didn’t think anything of what the Captain said, but then his behaviour, the fact that he was so insistent today, and how he had been fine up until this point made something click in his mind.  “Wait, are you teasing me this much because something said something to you?” He froze, and Kellen froze as his actions confirmed it.

“Captain Thatcher, are you fuckin-” His hand wrapped around Kellen’s mouth, preventing him from speaking.

“I would never, ever, tease you as a joke.

Do not think that for even a second.” He sighed, his breath fanning over Kellen’s exposed neck.

“I just hadn’t realised how much their words had affected me until you said something.” Kellen could feel his anger beginning to grow.

“Well, I guess we should discuss it now since it feels like I owe you an explanation.” Kellen was vibrating and the Captain chuckled.

“And I feel like I’ll be in danger if I don’t.”  The Captain helped Kellen get the next round of tea ready, not commenting on the fact that many of the teas in his cupboard were called some version of calming or relaxing.

Once the tea preparation was done, he took Kellen’s hand in his and led him to the couch.  Once the two of them were settled there, both of them facing each other with the tea on the coffee table.

Even when Kellen was angry at him, the Captain insisted on having his hand on Kellen’s thigh.

Kellen would have protested, but the man seemed to need physical contact with him.  “You are aware that because of the gate we’ve been having quite a few meetings with other Captain’s and Guilds, right?” Of course Kellen knew.

He’d participated in a few of these meetings.

The Captain sighed, his grip tightening for a second before he relaxed.

“Well, both Sergei and Sakura were saying things that made it sound like…you have been rather intimate with them before you had been intimate with me.

I knew it wasn’t true, since you aren’t a liar, but I guess it did get me worked up.” Sakura, Kellen could understand, but Captain Sergei?

They’d never been like that.

He was a passing acquaintance, who he had a good work relationship with.  That was exactly what the Captain had been before now.

Yet here he found himself with his hand on his thigh, about half an hour after they’d been pressed against each other touching each other’s cock.  Fuck.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB That inch really means a lot to the Captain.

He takes his titles very seriously.