(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: What are you wearing?

Chapter 242: What are you wearing?

Kellen was able to calm down and finish his work in record time.

Part of it was he was waiting for Rhys and wanted to have as much time available to them as possible, and the other part was that he was just focused on getting these contracts out.  Especially after the stairs.

Taylor needed access to her whole powers.

Pronto.  He couldn’t do that shit in front of others.

Not unless he wanted to end up in actual chains.

The Captain could only be pushed so far.

Hell, even his Mom would have chained him up after seeing that display of pain.  So, with his newfound free time, Kellen grabbed the tablet he had been reading the romance novels that Hill had suggested to him, and did some relaxing reading while he waited.

It wasn’t the first time he’d done this.

He’d had some free time when everyone else had been busy for the time he hadn’t seen the Captain, and it took his mind off of things.  All in all, it wasn’t a bad way to burn time while he waited for the Captain.

And he could settle down on the couch, stretch his leg out, and drink tea while doing so.

It was a great way to calm down.  That was where he was, about an hour later when he heard movement at the door.

He went to go get up, but was surprised when the door…opened.

When did he get a key to his apartment?

Did he always have a key to his apartment?

Could he have always just…strolled inside while he was asleep or something?

That was weird, right?

Why wasn’t he freaked out about that in the slightest?

The Captain looked tired.

Not just tired, exhausted.

His hair was a mess, his perfect look was slightly ruffled, and he sighed as soon as he stepped in through the doorway.

Kicking off his shoes, he was pulling off his jacket when he looked towards the couch.  “Was work that rough after you left?” Kellen asked, staring at him as he stood in the doorway.

That wasn’t quite what he wanted to ask.

He wanted to ask about the keys, but he thought asking him as soon as he stepped in through the door was rude.

He’d at least wait until he was in the apartment proper.  Or, he would have, if Rhys hadn’t frozen stiff.  He stopped moving, and Kellen worried he’d stopped breathing.

His jacket fell out of his hands before he was able to hang it up, and that had Kellen truly worried.  Putting the tablet down, Kellen tossed his legs over the side of the couch, and with the assistance of his cane, got to his feet.

Slipping his feet into his slippers, he moved towards the Captain, concerned.  “Rhys?

Is everything alright?” Kellen asked, staring up at him.

As he got closer he realised that Rhys’ eyes weren’t leaving him, and they were quite bright.

It wasn’t a yellow or a gold distinctly, and instead it felt like the two were mixing.

Was he feeling…conflicted?

Or was something else going on.  He didn’t pick up his jacket, and instead covered his mouth with a shaking hand.

The other he wrapped around himself, and Kellen could tell it was a firm grip from the way the fabric crinkled under his hand.

His face was turning red, and Kellen had no idea why.  “Rhys?” He asked again, peering up at him, checking him.

He wanted to touch him, to make sure his levels were okay, but something was warning against it.

He’d avoided listening to the little voice the last few times it had warned him, but right now?

He thought it was a safe time to do so.  Rhys stumbled back until his back hit the closet.

Kellen frowned.

That was very unusual for him, and Kellen also noticed that his chest was rising and falling quickly.

Rapidly.  When he met his gaze again, his eyes looked…dazed?

Confused?

What on earth was going on?

“W-W-W-What are you w-w-wearing?” Rhys’ stuttered, the words catching in his throat.

Kellen frowned further.  “Clothes?” He offered, confused, and Rhys shook his head.  “No!

On top!” He practically shouted, and Kellen was having a hard time wrapping his head around this hot and cold behaviour.

What was going on?

Why was he behaving this way?

Shifting on his feet, Kellen gripped onto his cane.  “A t-shirt?

Why are you reacting this way?” Kellen asked, confused.

He was wearing what he’d normally wear for the last two weeks.  What he would…normally wear…for the last two weeks… His whole face went bright red.

Now he understood why the Rhys was reacting so..scandalised.

Hell, Kellen felt scandalised now too.  “T-T-This is-I can explain-It’s not what it looks like!” Kellen blurted, and the two of them stood in the entryway of the apartment flushed faced.

Neither said a word for a long, awkward moment.

Kellen wasn’t even sure what to say.  He’d never expected to get caught wearing this.

Especially not like this.

Maybe in a more…compromising position, but just casually wearing it around the house when he was absent?

Fuck.

He was a fool.  Closing his eyes, he sighed.

He was so fucked.

He had no idea what the Captain was thinking, but from his reaction, it probably wasn’t good.

He might even want the jacket back, even after telling Kellen that it was his.

Kellen had no idea how these kinds of things worked.  “I-” Kellen opened his mouth to speak, to apologise, but the Captain beat him to it.  “You need to warn me about these kinds of things.

Shoot me a text or something.

My heart wasn’t ready.” Rhys muttered, and Kellen’s eyes widened.

He raised his face and found that Rhys was staring at him.

His eyes had finally settled on a colour, and Kellen felt his dick stir as the golden gaze roamed over him.

He swallowed.  “W-Warn you?” Kellen asked softly, and Rhys nodded.  “If you plan to seduce me, send me a text saying something like ‘waiting for you’ with a winky face or something.

A code for us.

God.

I thought my heart was going to fall out of my chest seeing you in my jacket.

Fuck.

It’s a little bit too big for you, huh?

I didn’t think there was that much of a size difference between us.

Fuck.

It’s so fucking hot.” Kellen felt his jaw drop, and this time, he was the one covering his mouth in shock.  “You…aren’t mad?” Kellen asked, and Rhys gave him a confused look.  “Mad?

Am I a fucking idiot?” He asked in return, and Kellen swallowed.  “Well, it was a strange reaction, so I wasn’t sure-” Rhys took several steps towards Kellen until he had both of Kellen’s shoulders in his hands.

His grip was a little too tight, and Kellen did his best not to wince.

Rhys’ eyes looked a little wild, a little unhinged.  “If I ever, ever make you think that I don’t like something you’ve done and it’s along the lines of this?

It’s not me.

Kill me.

I’ll deserve it.

Fuck.

I could die and go to heaven happy.

I’ve wanted to see you in this since, god, I don’t know how long.

Can you…can you give me a spin?

I want to see you from behind in this.

Fuck.

I should ask you to wear this again sometime while you have your Field Guide uniform on.” Rhys was rambling, his cheeks still flushed, and Kellen didn’t know what to do.  He’d seen him excited, but this… “D-Do you really like this?” Kellen asked, surprised, and Rhys jerked his head in a nod.

“Fuck yeah I do.

Holy shit.

I always knew you looked good in uniform, but my uniform?

I am so fucking hard.

You want to feel?” Kellen didn’t get much of a choice as Rhys grabbed his free hand and thrust it towards his crotch.

Kellen gulped, feeling the hard outline of his cock in his pants.  He was…very hard.

Kellen couldn’t help himself and gave the Captain’s cock a probing squeeze.

Rhys groaned.  “Kellen, don’t play with me.” Rhys warned.

Kellen felt his pulse begin to race.

He hadn’t expected things to escalate so quickly, and licking his lips, he glanced up to find Rhys watching his every move.  “I’m not trying to.

I’m just…wrapping my head around this.” His cheeks warm, he glanced down.

“I know you find this…hot, but I’ve been wearing it because I…” He bit his lip, and got a warning growl from Rhys.

He quickly released the flesh, and was grateful that Rhys actually let him speak instead of punishing him.

“I missed you.” Kellen finished.

Rather lamely, he thought, until Rhys pulled him against him tightly.  “Oh fuck.

You’re so fucking precious.” He grumbled.

“How am I supposed to stay hard when you’re such a fucking cutie?” He protested, and Kellen felt slightly hysterical at his response.  “You can’t stay hard because I’m cute?” He repeated, and Rhys grumbled more.  “When you say it like that, it makes it sound like I’m not attracted to you.

Don’t even let that thought linger.

Delete it from your mind.

I’m just saying I shouldn’t be as hard as I am when you’re being fucking adorable.

Goddamnit.

I knew living with you was going to be bad for my heart, but you just fucking attacked me from day one.

I’m in goddamn bliss.” His words weren’t making sense to Kellen, and they probably didn’t make sense to Rhys either.  The only reason Kellen thought this was because he could feel how fast Rhys’ heart was beating in his chest since his face was pressed against it.

The rhythmic beating of his heart soothed something inside of Kellen, and sighing, he wrapped his arm around him, giving him a squeeze.  “I’m sorry.

I just…it was a habit.

I’ll warn you next time.” Kellen murmured, and Rhys’ grip on him tightened.  “Fuck.

You don’t…don’t change on my account.

I’ll adjust.

This is your home first, and I’m just pestering you.

Fuck.

That’s what I should be saying.

Goddamnit Rhys, really putting your whole foot in your mouth.” Kellen’s shoulders shook with laughter as he heard Rhys ramble to himself.

He didn’t think he would catch him this off guard, but apparently he was wrong.  It was actually quite cute.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB You know when characters in anime and manga get the swirly, dazed look in their eyes?

Yeah, just imagine that for Rhys this whole chapter.