(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 243

Chapter 243: To be a good boy, or a bad boy?

That is the question.

Chapter 243: To be a good boy, or a bad boy?

That is the question.

“Rhys, um, you aren’t doing that.” Kellen told him, trying to restrain his smile.

He had a feeling that Rhys wasn’t going to take it well, given how…odd he was at the moment.

Rhys laughed.  “Oh, I can’t agree.

I feel, god, fuck, I feel like I’m a kid again.

Okay.

Calm down Rhys.

It’s just a jacket.” Rhys stepped away suddenly from Kellen, and Kellen swayed at the loss.

Rhys looked him over, trying to steel his expression.

“It’s just some fabric.

That I’ve worn.

That I’ve imagined you wearing, and nothing else.” Rhys’ eyes began to glow.

A vibrant golden colour and he groaned, closing his eyes.

“Fuck.” Something snapped inside of him, and Kellen felt his whole body begin to tremble before he started laughing in earnest.

He bent over, much to Rhys’ confusion, and laughed.

He couldn’t breathe, he was laughing so hard.  “Why are you laughing?” Rhys asked, and that only made him laugh harder.

He couldn’t explain it.

Something about this whole situation just…tickled him.  “I just.” Kellen had to cut himself off.

He couldn’t speak through the laughter.

Rhys watched Kellen as he laughed, his expression growing more and more strained as he watched him.  “Go ahead.

Keep laughing.

The longer you do it, the more of your clothes that are going to come off.” His threat didn’t even make sense to Kellen.

Why would it be a problem if his clothes came off?  Kellen hunched over, wheezing, and Rhys’ eyebrow twitched.

He tried to keep a straight face, with firm lips, but Kellen could tell that they were twitching.

He was trying not to laugh himself.  “I’m sorry.” Kellen gasped.

“I don’t know what came over me.” Rhys grumbled.  “Well, I know what is going to come all over you if you don’t behave yourself.” He warned, and Kellen snorted.  “That’s not a good threat.” Kellen told him, slowly reeling in the fit of giggles that had overtaken him.

“I don’t mind if you do that.” Kellen replied, and Rhys’ eyes narrowed.  “You don’t, do you?” Kellen nodded, but then hesitated for a second.  “Uh, well, as long as you clean the jacket after.

I really like…I really like wearing it when you aren’t around.” Kellen muttered, his face burning.

He felt more embarrassed discussing this than the dirty things that Rhys wanted to do to him.  “You do huh?” Rhys said, and Kellen nodded.

“Do you like it more than me?” He demanded, and Kellen furrowed his brows.  “They aren’t comparable.” Kellen said.

Rhys was about to be smug until Kellen opened his mouth again.

“The jacket can wrap around me whenever I want.

You can’t.” Rhys frowned, while Kellen shrugged.

“What?

Is that wrong to say?

I know it’s not, well, romantic, but you’re a busy guy.

I know this.

This is what led to…some problems already.

So, the jacket.” He ended lamely.

Kellen fiddled with the end of the handle on the cane, unsure what to do.  Especially as Rhys looked him over calmly, his arms crossed and his gaze still the simmering, dangerous gold.  “You’re playing a dangerous game.” Rhys told him.

It wasn’t a warning, just a statement of fact.

Kellen swallowed thickly.  “Did you want me to apologise?” Kellen asked, and Rhys smirked.  “Are you just going to apologise to appease me?” He asked in return, and Kellen winced.

“Then no, I don’t, but in return,” Rhys moved suddenly, bending until his shoulder was aligned with Kellen’s stomach.

Kellen only had a second to prepare himself before he was hoisted up, his stomach on Rhys’ shoulder, and his ass firmly gripped by Rhys’ hand.

“You are going to be punished.

How dare you take advantage of a poor Esper in love?

I’m a delicate creature, and it isn’t just my fault that I couldn’t see you.

Someone didn’t come to visit.” Kellen flushed as he stared at Rhys’ ass.  “Rhys!

Put me down!” Kellen protested, and Rhys smacked his ass.

Kellen stilled immediately, and Rhys laughed.  “Oh no you don’t.

I am not putting you down until you’ve learned your lesson.

Without all your clothes on but my jacket.” Kellen felt panic fill him.  “I-I’m not fully healed!” Kellen protested.

“Taylor will be very upset with you!” Rhys’ hand stroked Kellen’s ass through his sweats, and Kellen flinched.  “Oh my sweet, naive child.

I’m not going to do anything that’s going to hurt your injury.” Kellen didn’t know what that meant, but it did not sound good for him.

Rhys began to move, and Kellen knew damn well where he was going.  “No!

I wasn’t-I don’t need to be punished!” Kellen protested, and Rhys laughed, tapping Kellen’s ass.  “Are you sure?

Don’t you want to know more about what being a Good Boy is all about?” Rhys asked, and Kellen froze.

What the hell was he saying?  “What?

A Good Boy?” Kellen asked, and Rhys reached behind him and yanked Kellen’s cane away from him.

He tossed it to the side, and Kellen grew angry.

“Captain!

I need that!”  “No.

You don’t need that thing when I’m around.

I’ll fucking hold your cock if you need to pee.

Or you can lean back against me.

But I am not going to let that thing be in the bedroom with us.” He growled.  Kellen had no idea what to make of that.

He was still upset that he’d tossed his cane away before they’d even begun to climb the stairs up to the bedroom.

What had the cane done to him?

It was just something to aid him in walking.  Brent had been weird about it too.

Actually, everyone had.

It was just a fucking metal stick!

“That is no reason to just toss it aside.

Also, you are not holding my penis while I pee.

I am more than capable of doing that.” Kellen muttered.

“And I don’t mind sitting down if I need to.” He added.  “You hate sitting down right now.

It clearly hurts you.” Rhys said, and Kellen held his tongue for a minute as Rhys carried him up the stairs.

Kellen wanted to protest more, but the words wouldn’t leave his lips.  “Yeah, but-” “-Plus, what I plan to do to you is going to leave you unable to sit down for a while.” Kellen’s eyes shot wide at his words.

He’d even cut Kellen off to say them.  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Kellen demanded, and Rhys gently tapped Kellen’s ass.

A shiver went down his spine.  “I’m sure you’ve heard of spanking before, haven’t you Kellen?” He asked sweetly, and Kellen glowered at the firm ass below him.  “Yes.

But I was never punished like that.

My parents were super strong, and I was a child.

I got time outs like any other child.” Kellen replied dryly, wondering where he was going with this.  “So you’ve never thought about what it would feel like if I spanked your ass while stroking your cock?” Kellen felt his whole body flush.  “What?

No!” He rushed into saying, and that only made Rhys laugh heartily as he stepped onto the landing of the bedroom.  “Well, you are about to find out if you like it right now.

Because you’ve been a bad boy, and bad boys get punished with pain.” Kellen shuddered.

He had no idea why those words affected him so greatly, but they did.  Maybe it was the way that Rhys said them.

All sultry and low.

Or it was the way Rhys was tapping his ass with each word, accentuating them.

Kellen shuddered.  “Uh, R-Rhys, do we really-” “-I think our safe word should be…crochet.

It’s never going to come up in conversation, and it’s intentional.

So, my little bad boy, are you ready?” Kellen sucked air into his lungs, his head beginning to spin.  “Uh, can I say no?” Kellen asked softly, and Rhys’ hand gripped Kellen’s ass firmly.

Kellen knew he probably felt Kellen’s cock harden, but he didn’t say anything about it.  “You can, but are you sure you want to miss out on the pleasure?

I promise to stop if you mean no.

We’re just beginning, and you’ve never been in a relationship before.

I just want to test the waters.

See if you like spanking.

I think you will, especially with how hard you like me to bite you.” Kellen felt like he was losing his mind.  “Uh, I can’t think upside down like this.” Kellen muttered, and with gentle hands, Rhys placed him on his feet.

Kellen stumbled, but Rhys was there to catch him.

Rhys’ gaze was still gold, still harsh and watching him, but he wasn’t as on edge.

Glancing up at him, Kellen stared at him for a long, long moment.

“You want the jacket to stay on?” He asked, and Rhys snorted.  “Obviously I want the jacket to stay on.” He agreed, and Kellen bit his lip.

“Hey.

Don’t think I forgot about the other one.” Rhys warned, and Kellen frowned.  “Then I want your jacket to stay on.

Just the outside.” Kellen declared, and Rhys’ eyebrows shot up.  “You like my uniform?” He sounded surprised at Kellen’s request, and it was Kellen’s turn to be flustered.  “Uh, um, yeah.

I-I do.

I uh,” Kellen glanced towards the closet, kicking himself for doing so as soon as Rhys turned his head.

“Fuck.

Wow, um.” Kellen fumbled over his words.

He didn’t ramble like Rhys did, and instead got stuck on his own thoughts.

Feeling like something was going to explode inside of him, Kellen squeezed his eyes shut.

“I-I’ve jacked off thinking about you in just your jacket!” Kellen admitted rather loudly.

He was afraid to look at Rhys, and he’d also been afraid to tell him the whole truth.  He’d had the shrine set up at the time, and Rhys had been in pants and his Captain jacket, but no shirt underneath.

It had been one of the first photo shoots he’d done for the Guild.

Kellen had two copies of that calendar for a reason.  “Well, now I have to show you what you’re missing.” Rhys whispered, and Kellen opened his eyes just in time before Rhys kissed him senseless.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB Rhys being so enthusiastic about getting Kellen into bdsm should be a worrying sign, but he also just knows that Kellen is going to flourish in it.

If he’s shown it in an accepting place.

It’s just getting him there that is going to be hard.