(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Moving onto the next course Chapter 151: Moving onto the next course “To our first date.” Kellen repeated, taking a sip of the wine.

Kellen was pretty sure he didn’t taste it as Rhys’ hand slid up his thigh, closer to his crotch.

He almost choked on the wine, in fact, but saved himself the embarrassment of coughing uncontrollably at the last second.

Rhys didn’t seem to notice, and turned his attention to the food.  “I’m excited to try everything.

It smelt so good when you were cooking everything.” He told him and Kellen nodded.

Trying to forget about the hand on his thigh.  “I hope the beanballs taste okay.

I kinda just whipped them up.” He said, and the man squeezed his thigh with his hand.

Kellen froze.  “I’m sure they’ll be delicious.” He said, glancing at him with that damn sparkling honey gaze of his.  They spent the next few minutes just eating, but Kellen knew the damn Esper was moving his hand closer and closer to his crotch.

He wasn’t even sure if it was a conscious act on his face, but it was making Kellen’s heart jump into his throat.

He barely tasted anything he put into his mouth, he was so focused on where his hand was at all times.  Kellen finished eating before Rhys, and then had the pleasure of sitting, sipping his drinks, and watching the Captain enjoy his food.

He seemed to be enjoying himself, and Kellen was happy about it too.

Smiling, he watched him, finishing his cider and moving onto the wine.

He noticed eventually that Rhys’ cheeks were going red.  “What’s wrong?” He asked, and Rhys finished his bite, then took a sip of his wine before answering.  “Well, you’re looking at me with some pretty heavy eyes there, Kellen.

What’s on your mind?” He asked and Kellen flushed.  “Oh, I was just happy you were enjoying what I made.” He admitted and he sighed heavily.

Kellen grew confused as he put down his fork, turned, and wrapped his now free hand around Kellen’s neck.

Pulling him closer, he kissed him deeply, and wetly.

Kellen could still faintly taste the wine and sauce from the kiss, and Kellen found himself leaning into him, trying to get closer.

He wrapped his own hand around his neck, his other one still holding the glass of wine.

Rhys only pulled away once he had made Kellen’s toes curl into his slippers, and he had a dazed look on his face.  “You looked like you wanted to eat me up, Kellen.

I’m not opposed, but you’re the one who suggested we eat before we do anything.” Kellen felt his heart pick up pace at his words, and he swallowed.

He licked his lips, and found that he couldn’t take his gaze away from the Esper’s own kiss-wet lips.  “Oh, I’m sorry.

I did say that, and I did mean it.” The Captain chuckled, stroking Kellen’s neck with his fingers.

Everywhere he touched stirred Kellen.  “Well, I’ve eaten what you’ve made with your hands.

Am I okay to move onto the next course?” Kellen lifted his gaze from his smirking lips to meet his gaze.  “Next course?

What did you have in mind?” He asked, slowly melting at his touch.

He felt the hand on his thigh move closer to his crotch, and he sucked in when his fingers gently touched him.

“R-Rhys, what-” His lips tasted the Guide’s slowly, even as his fingers traced patterns into the tented fabric below.

Kellen squirmed, his touch something he wanted so bad, but he was distracted by the wine glass in his hand.

As a last resort, he tightened his grip until bruising on Rhys’ neck and chuckling, he pulled away.  “Something wrong?” He murmured, and Kellen nodded.  “Let’s move this to the couch.

I’m too distracted here.

I’m worried I’ll fall, or spill my wine.” His molten gaze softened, turning from the sharp gold shade they were taking on to liquid vats of gold.

He gave Kellen’s neck a squeeze before he retracted his touch.

Kellen must have made a face because he laughed.  “Don’t worry Kellen, I’ll touch you as much as you want in a minute.” Kellen swallowed the saliva forming in his mouth from the heated look the Ca-Rhys was giving him.

Rhys looked ready to eat him alive, and when he licked his lips, it only sealed the deal in his mind.  Taking the glass of wine out of his hand, Rhys raised it to Kellen’s lips, nudging him slowly to take a sip.

Keeping eye contact with him the whole time, Kellen took a sip.

The way that Rhys was watching him made his stomach flip, but as much as he was nervous, he was excited too.  He lowered the glass, placing it on the counter before waving his hand and every dirty dish was suddenly in the sink.

Kellen didn’t know what to say to that.

Rhys got to his feet, and when he did, he took Kellen’s hand in his.

He raised his hand to his lips, planting a kiss there, staring into Kellen’s eyes the whole time.

He swallowed, watching him as he stood at his full height.  The more he looked at him, the more he realised how much of an idiot he had been.

He had always had a crush on him, it was obvious to him now.

Who else would look at a man like him, all danger and pride, and want to stay close to him?

To let him touch him as he wanted to, like he had?

Kellen hadn’t even protested too hard when the man had coaxed him into a kiss on his couch.

That wasn’t ‘normal’ behaviour.  Kellen met the Captain’s gaze after roaming over his body and felt his heart jump into his throat.

He should have washed up more.  “T-That was a really cool trick.” He got out, his voice a little louder than he had anticipated, and Rhys’ eyes widened.

He smirked.  “I am full of tricks.

Would you like to see another?” Kellen opened his mouth to respond before he found himself with his back against the couch cushions, Rhys on top of him.

He felt the air leave his lungs as he stared up at the Esper, his hair falling into his eyes as he stared down at him.

His arms caged him in on either side of his head, and Kellen sucked in as he stared up at him.  He looked gorgeous.  He licked his lips nervously, and watched as the Captain’s gaze zeroed in on his now damp lips.

His eyes deepened in colour, and Kellen had the sudden urge to beat him at his own game.  Reaching his hand out, Kellen grabbed onto the back on his neck, pleased as shock crossed his expression as he brought their lips together.

Rhys groaned into the kiss, and a wave of pleasure went through his body at the sound.

He shifted his hold, wrapping one of his arms under Kellen’s back so that he could hold him in place while he settled on top of him firmly.

Kellen could feel the outline of his cock against his ass, and he was sure that Rhys could feel his as well.  Kellen didn’t care about that, beyond the thrill of knowing that Rhys found him attractive enough to get hard.

His grip tightened on the back of the Ca-Rhys’ neck as he tormented him with his tongue.

It was a wet kiss, but it wasn’t as deep as he wanted.

He found himself wiggling in his hold.

He made a needy sound in the back of his throat that had him flushing, embarrassed he’d made such a sound.

Rhys pulled away from his lips far enough that he could feel the smirk against them.

“What do you need, Kellen?” He asked and Kellen shivered.  “Nothing.

I-I like what we’re doing now.” He admitted, and Rhys groaned, kissing him again.

Kellen could have lost himself in his kiss for hours.

At some point, Rhys changed the kisses into nibbling bites and Kellen found he didn’t like those as much.

He felt his face contort, and Rhys pulled away enough that Kellen could take him in.

His lips were swollen, his eyes a dark, swirling vat of gold, but sparkled.

His collar was a mess, but he looked pleased.  “Let’s change positions.” Kellen was a little upset, since he liked the feeling of the other man on top of him, but was ready to do whatever he wanted.

So far, the man hadn’t led him astray, even if he hadn’t listened to his boundaries once.  He pulled both of them up until they were in a sitting position.

He easily, and without making it a big deal, picked up and manipulated Kellen until he was seated in the Captain’s lap, his legs on either side of his hips.

Rhys had his back against the couch cushions, while Kellen’s was open to the air.

Kellen knew his eyes must have been wide, since the Captain rarely showed off how strong he was physically, but Kellen was incredibly attracted to it.

He wasn’t sure if he knew that either.  Kellen tentatively placed his hands on Rhys’ shoulders, giving them a squeeze as he placed his hands on Kellen’s waist.

He gave the flesh there a squeeze.

“This way I can have my hands on you while I kiss you.” He told him, before doing exactly that.

Kellen had thought he had enjoyed kissing him lying down, but this?

The feeling of their bodies close, their breaths mingled in between kisses, his hands warm and sturdy, roaming his body?  He could get addicted to this.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB How many times do you think the Captain is going to make a, “do you wanna see a magic trick?’ joke?