(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 265

Chapter 265: Comforted in our loneliness (suggestive) Chapter 265: Comforted in our loneliness (suggestive) Kellen knew that Rhys was no liar, but he didn’t really put that into perspective for when the man was on the edge, had Kellen in his lap, and needed a distraction mentally and physically.  Kellen was willing to do whatever Rhys needed, within reason, and Rhys seemed to know perfectly where Kellen’s line was without verbally asking him.  Kellen felt like putty in the man’s hands.  Somehow, Rhys was able to feed Kellen by hand, take swigs from bottles of alcohol, all while keeping Kellen in his lap and whispering encouraging words to him.

At one point, Kellen shifted, trying to awkwardly adjust his cock in his pants, and Rhys noticed.  That was when all hell broke loose.  It was like something unlocked inside of Rhys, and he put down the fork in his hand and with a golden eyed glance at Kellen, he unbuckled Kellen’s pants before leaning Kellen back against the couch and stroking his cock like a man on a mission.  He didn’t let Kellen escape, didn’t let him even get a chance to breathe.

His grip and focus was intense and Kellen found himself wiggling in Rhys’ lap but unable to do anything.

If he moved in the wrong way, he’d get a jolt of pain from his wound, and the bruises on his ass.  Rhys’ soft, whispered words against Kellen’s ear was really did him in, and Rhys kept squeezing and jerking him off as Kellen came with a choked gasp, his whole body shaking since it was quick, so sudden, and Kellen felt his eyes roll back in his head.  Holy shit.  “Kellen, sweetheart.

We were together yesterday and this morning.

That was a little quick, wasn’t it?” Rhys was teasing him, Kellen knew that, but Kellen was still shaking.  “I, uh, was it?” Kellen felt a little numb, and when he opened his eyes to meet Rhys’ golden ones, Rhys softened.  “Ah damn it.

No, you look so fucking hot all loose and flushed.

Damn it.

You get sexier by the day.

I’m worried.

The more I show you pleasure, the more I’m going to have to fight off others.” Kellen furrowed his brows, reaching for Rhys’ hair and running his fingers through it.

He could feel his cum pooling against the little pocket of exposed skin of his crotch, but he didn’t care.  “Rhys.

I’m only like this for you.” Rhys shuddered, closing his eyes at Kellen’s words.  “Fuck.” He exclaimed and Kellen glanced down his body.

Rhys looked like, and felt like he was hard too.

Could Kellen…?

“Rhys.” Kellen said softly and Rhys shuddered.  “Damn it, no, I’m not letting you touch me yet.” Rhys warned and Kellen frowned.  “But you’re hard.

I want to help.” Kellen said and Rhys glared at him.

It was softened by the fact that Rhys raised his hand, covered in Kellen’s cum, and licked it clean.

Kellen felt his whole face go red.  “No.

I already told you.

I’m taking care of you.” Kellen inhaled shakily.  “And so I’m not allowed to take care of you?” Rhys shook his head.  “No.

Not until I’ve reset myself a few times.

I feel like I’ll break you if I touch you right now.” Kellen frowned at him.  “I’m a lot stronger and sturdier than you give me credit for.

And I’ve gone up in Class.

Twice.

I know you’re still going to be stronger than me, but that’s no excuse to not let me touch you too.” Kellen knew he shouldn’t be fighting the man about this.

It was for his own protection.

The Captain was looking out for him.  But he hated it.

He really did.

He wanted to be able to touch and comfort him in the same way that he was doing to Kellen.

He wanted to watch Rhys as he lost himself in Kellen’s touch, in Kellen’s body.

He didn’t want it to be a one way street.  It was frustrating because Kellen couldn’t even get on his knees or bend in certain ways because of his injury.

He wanted to give Rhys pleasure as well, even if he was new to this.  Kellen knew he had to be pouting, because the hardness in Rhys’ expression softened, and Rhys reached out, taking Kellen’s face in his hand.

Kellen, slightly angry, turned his face away from his hold and Rhys chuckled.  “Hey.

None of that.

I don’t want to hurt you.

Why are you being so insistent?” Kellen held his tongue out of frustration and Rhys chuckled.

“Kellen.

If you don’t tell me, I’m just going to make guesses and I know you aren’t going to like them.” Kellen grumbled, and Rhys shifted.

“Kellen, sweetheart.

I thought you understood that I was going to be too rough right now.

What changed?”  Kellen looked at him, taking in his handsome face, his handsome body, and the way every muscle in his body was on edge.  “I just want to give you what you give me.

I’m frustrated.

I can’t even be forceful right now because of my damn leg, and I just-I want to be a good partner.

I want to be able to be there for you, but I feel like I’m not even good at that.” Kellen sighed, closing his eyes.

“I’m not even the one drinking, and yet, here I am, talking like I am.”  Rhys, who had been hard, anxious, and flustered, relaxed.

He cupped Kellen’s face, his grip tightening so that he could turn the other man’s face towards his own.

Kellen swallowed as he met his gaze.

They were close, their bodies sharing heat as Kellen sat in his lap, his cock exposed to the open air of the room and neither of them spoke of it.  “Kellen, I don’t think you understand how much worse off I would be without you here.

I’d probably be down in the S Class training room trying to blow off steam.

Doing incredible acts of violence to everything in my head, but instead, I’m here, on a soft couch, with an attractive, ripped man in my lap, drinking casually and feeding and taking care of him.

I don’t think you understand just how much you’ve changed my life in the month we’ve been…I’ve been able to touch you.” Rhys’ voice grew raspy, and Kellen realised that the man was close to tears.  “Rhys.” Kellen said and watched as his throat worked, his eyes watered and his breathing became unstable.

His grip on Kellen shifted, fluctuating between a tight, firm grip and a soft one.  “I barely imagined that there would come a day where I could hold you like this, touch you like this, and I…I wanted this for everyone.

Being an Esper is lonely, Kellen.

So fucking lonely.

Every other person I’ve talked to with my powers is gone.

They’re dead, because they weren’t strong enough to handle them.

I don’t have any blood family left and I wouldn’t even want them if they were.” They were finally getting to the edges of the issue bothering Rhys, and Kellen shifted closer, leaning into Rhys’ touch.  “I don’t understand it completely, but I understand the loneliness.” Kellen told him, and Rhys’ expression shifted.  “Why would you?

You’re a Guide.

Everyone wants Guides, Kellen.

Especially Guides like you.” Kellen stared at this man and realised that he didn’t know he had…different tastes.  With guys like Brent, who were still pretty and had an alluring aura to them, it was easy to see why others would want to sleep with them.

Kellen wasn’t ashamed of his body.

It was a good body.

It got him from one place to another, and working out soothed him.

The muscles he gained were a testament to his hard work and his dedication.  But that didn’t mean that others liked him the same way that they liked Brent, or any other Guide, honestly.  “Captain,” Kellen began, and Rhys’s gaze narrowed.

“I think there is something that you don’t realise.

Your taste in men, or at least, in desiring me, is rather specific.” Kellen told him with a slight, knowing smile.

Rhys’ gaze narrowed further.

“I wasn’t anyone’s type before you.

I know that Brent will say that others were trying to hit on me on the front lines and how oblivious I was and all that, but I…” Kellen darted his gaze away for a moment, sighing as he was brought back to a few of the darker memories he had from that time.

“I wasn’t a small Guide.

Ever.

I’m happy to be a Guide now, but when I was a kid and I awoke, I was devastated.”  Kellen hadn’t spoken about this part for a long, long time.

It was something his therapist had to pry out of him with their whole hands, and it still stung to speak about it.

He was settled into his powers now, and content with being a Guide, but it had taken nearly the full 7 years on the front lines to get there.  “Devastated is uh, a pretty harsh word.” Rhys said slowly and the laugh that fell out of Kellen was harsh, cruel.

“No one was excited that I was a Guide.

Not even my parents.” Kellen told him and Rhys’ gaze was shocked.  “They would never have said anything cruel to you about it.” He was defending Kellen’s parents, and it made Kellen want to laugh.

Even Rhys, who didn’t know them that well, knew that was true.  Kellen had been a fool when he was younger, but he couldn’t deny the way he’d felt.  “Yeah, I know that now, but when I was younger I let what everyone else was whispering to me affect my relationship with them.

I didn’t go home for the first 2 years I was on the front lines.” Kellen told him.

“But back to what I was saying earlier.

I know what loneliness feels like.

No one wanted to be around me on the front lines before I made a name for myself.

I was just some nobody without any power, no powerful people backing me, and poor compatibility with everyone.” Rhys wanted to argue, Kellen could tell by the way his body tensed.  “You didn’t have no powerful people backing you, you’re the son of-” “I was really trying not to rely on anyone.

I hid from everyone that I knew, Rhys.

Everyone.

I got caught by Taylor once, but that was it.

I was stubborn, didn’t want to rely on anyone.

I didn’t even touch much of the money my parents sent me because I thought it would make me look weak if I used money given to me by someone else, and not money I’d earned through jobs.” Kellen shook his head, Rhys’ hand going with his movements.  “Kellen.

That’s not-Fuck.

That’s what I would consider normal for a kid who had a lot of pressure placed on his shoulders.” Rhys tried to comfort Kellen, but Kellen shook his head.

His smile was soft as he looked up at Rhys.  “It’s okay.

You don’t need to comfort me about it.

I’m just stating the facts of the situation right now.

Besides, I’m trying to comfort you.

I can’t feel what it feels like to be the only Esper or Guide of your kind, but I can sympathize with the loneliness that comes from having powers that others don’t really understand.” Rhys sighed, pulling Kellen close to press a soft, warm kiss against his lips.

It wasn’t deep, but held a tenderness to it that made Kellen’s eyes water.  “You are worth so much more to me then I think you’ll ever understand.” Rhys told him and Kellen chuckled.  “I think I understand how much I’m worth to you.

Enough to put your Guild on high alert after I’ve been injured, enough to plan to give me a car for my birthday, and enough to try and tempt me away from my ‘dream’ job with whatever you could think of.” Kellen told him and Rhys held his breath.

Kellen really wanted to bring up the potential kidnapping, but didn’t think now was the right time.  “It’s even more.” Rhys murmured and Kellen chuckled.  “Well, I guess I’ll just have to figure it out.

Because you aren’t getting rid of me.” Kellen warned and Rhys laughed.  “Why on earth would I be foolish enough to push you away twice?

If I ever do that, you have full permission to shoot me.” Kellen couldn’t help but lean in and kiss the man again, much to Rhys’ surprise.

Rhys didn’t fight him when Kellen wanted to deepen the kiss, pushing against him urgently, his tongue clumsily colliding with Rhys’ as he tried to mimic what Rhys had done to him.  Kellen pulled away, his face flushed, his gaze a little dazed and Rhys’ breathing was ragged.  “I won’t shoot you.

I’ll tie you up like you probably want to do to me, and I’ll punish you.” Kellen’s grin grew a little sinister and Rhys gulped.

“You’ll be the one needing the safe word then.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB Kellen being forceful and insistent that Rhys can’t get rid of him is so sweet.