(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 290

Chapter 290: I need a different kind of comfort (m) Chapter 290: I need a different kind of comfort (m) Kellen wasn’t sure how long the two of them lay there, but Kellen wasn’t counting.

After all that had happened, it was nice to just…feel Rhys around him.  If he was honest with himself now, he could say that he had been a little scared.

He had worried about what the outcome of today could have been, but honestly, this was probably the best he was going to get.

He was lucky, but he’d never been super lucky.

Getting shot while wearing several layers of protection was probably the best he could ask for.  Kellen continued running his hands through Rhys’ hair, thoughtful as the man slowly stopped crying.

Kellen didn’t mind, especially since he held him so tightly against him.

He would admit it in a heartbeat if Rhys asked him about it.

He liked feeling their skin rub together, and he wanted to be able to comfort him.  Kellen always had.  The Captain had always looked so lonely before.

When they had been on the front lines together, Kellen often would see him standing alone after he had sent everyone else running around to do his bidding.  And now, he had that man wrapped around him as he found comfort in him.

Kellen knew that this probably wasn’t the right time, but he felt satisfied with this outcome.

What he had wanted, what he had dreamed of, had come true.  He was there for Rhys to find comfort in.

Now he just needed to get his act together and do some more research about relationships.

He doubted that what Hill gave him would help him anymore.

Maybe now he could ask his Mom or Dad about it.

Or maybe there were more books he could read.  A sniffle from Rhys, and a shift in his weight had Kellen’s thoughts turning back to the man pressed against him.

Rhys raised his head slowly, his face looking awful and puffy, his yellow eyes making everything pop in contrast and Kellen smiled softly, his fingers gentle in his hair.  “How are you feeling?” He asked and Rhys sniffled.  “Like a big baby.

I can’t believe I cried like this.” Rhys murmured and Kellen leaned forward to press a kiss against his forehead.

“It’s okay.

I didn’t mind.

You can cry like this whenever you want.

Tears are usually all about pent up emotions.” Kellen told him with a grin.

“Or, am I not allowed to tell you to rely on me to cry?

Would that ruin your hardass image?” Kellen teased and Rhys sniffed.  “I think, because we are still in the car, my image is still intact.” Rhys told him, his voice still a little hoarse from his tears.

The damp spot on his skin was a constant reminder of what Rhys had just done, and Kellen felt such a wave of tenderness for the man he couldn’t help and pressed his lips against his for a soft, warm kiss.

When Kellen pulled away, Rhys seemed a little shocked.  “Can I do that again?” Rhys asked and Kellen flushed before he nodded.

Rhys leaned in, a little more forceful, but his kisses were light, feathery, and Kellen shifted under him anxiously.

Kellen wasn’t a big fan of these types of kisses, but he didn’t hate them.

They just didn’t feel…like they were enough.  Rhys wasn’t getting the memo today, and continued to only press their lips together briefly over and over, his lips moving from Kellen’s lips to his cheeks and forehead.

He even pressed a kiss against Kellen’s eyes, of course, when they were closed, before his lips dropped to Kellen’s throat.

Out of his line of sight, Kellen bent his head back to give him more access, staring up at the ceiling of the car.  He might have been wondering when this was going to be over, slightly impatient until Rhys sunk his teeth into his throat, pulling a gasp from Kellen’s lips.

When Kellen glanced down at Rhys, his eyes had shifted into gold, and he pulled up with a smirk.

His gaze dropped, roaming Kellen’s body and Kellen flushed as his hand left from behind his back to trace over the tent he was pitching in his pants.

“You’re hard.

Do you want help with that?” Rhys asked and Kellen flushed.

Kellen’s fingers would have still been in Rhys’ hair had he not pulled far enough away so that he could look at him.

Kellen used the back of his hand to cover his mouth.  “I was-we were doing just fine until you bit me!” Kellen protested and Rhys pouted, his lips dipping down and with his already swollen and red eyes it stabbed at Kellen’s heart.  “You don’t want to?

I need some comfort, Kellen, and touching your cock would bring me great comfort.

Can we?

I promise I’ll only do what you like.” He was begging.

Kellen was a sucker whenever he did that, especially right now.  “I can’t bend right now.” Kellen muttered and Rhys’ eyes narrowed and a smile touched his lips.  “Who said you need to bend?

You stay right there, and I’ll do all the work.

You already did so much today, I should earn my keep.

After all, you found one of the D.E.C.

members I was supposed to find today.” Kellen heard Rhys’ belt unbuckle and where he had been ignoring his feelings before, he felt everything come rushing in at full force.  Kellen swallowed thickly, his full attention on Rhys’ fingers undoing his belt and pulling out his cock.

Fuck.

He’d never been like this before.

He had never really…yearned for another like this before.

He’d wanted the Captain, he’d always had, but it hadn’t really been…sexual before.

Now?

He was pretty sure it was.  Kellen let out a shaky breath as he stared at Rhys’ cock, watching it bob as it saw the light of the car.

A small bit of common sense snuck into his head as he licked his lips.  “W-What if someone comes into the garage?” Kellen asked and Rhys chuckled.

He bent, his lips on Kellen’s throat as he worked on Kellen’s pants.

His fingers were dexterous, dangerous, and Kellen wanted them on his skin right now.  “No one would dare come close to us right now.

Everyone who would dare, knows better.

Who would interrupt a pair after something so shocking happened?

They’ll question us when we come back, but they aren’t going to interrupt us.” Rhys told him, his lips pressed against Kellen’s skin.

The vibration of his words against such fragile skin had Kellen shivering.  “O-Okay.” Kellen said on an exhale, Rhys finally undoing his pants and without hesitation, releasing his cock.

Kellen shivered, his hands going to Rhys’ thighs as the man rubbed the cocks against each other with a thrust of his hips.

Kellen held on tightly, liking the feeling a lot and Rhys chuckled, continuing to kiss his throat.  “Do you like that?” Rhys asked and Kellen swallowed.  “I-I do.” Kellen admitted softly and Rhys sighed.  “Can you imagine how good it’s going to feel when I’m inside of you?

God, I think I’m already leaking just thinking about that tight little hole wrapped around my cock, squeezing tightly around me as you scream my name.” Kellen felt a moan leave his lips.  “I-I wouldn’t-” “I would be careful with what you say next, Kellen.” Rhys warned and Kellen paused.

Kellen flushed, swallowing as Rhys continued to rock his hips, their cocks rubbing against each other like a tease.  “I wouldn’t call your name because we’d be kissing.” Kellen muttered quietly and Rhys groaned.  “You really like that, don’t you?” Kellen let out a shaky breath as Rhys’ tongue licked his pulse.  “I like when you have your lips on me.

I feel close to you.” Kellen told him, his fingers digging into Rhys’ thighs.

He knew that it was probably painful, but Rhys said nothing about it.  Instead, he rewarded Kellen by moving his hands until they wrapped around both of their cocks.  “Give me your hands, Kellen.” Kellen, drunk on the pleasure flowing through his veins, released his grip and gave Rhys his hands.

Rhys groaned, but didn’t make a comment.

He took Kellen’s hands, putting them on the bottom before he wrapped his hands around Kellen’s.

He squeezed, squeezing Kellen’s hands and his cock until it was near painful and Kellen’s breathing came out in pants.  When he bent over again, he took Kellen’s mouth in a deep kiss, his favourite, and began moving their hands together.

Fast, aggressive, just like Rhys.

Kellen felt his toes curl in his shoes as Rhys swallowed every little noise and twitch Kellen made.  Kellen only felt pleasure, unable to fight against the rapid way Rhys was moving their hands, nor the tight grip.

The warmth, the texture of having Rhys’ cock against his own was a stimulation all on its own.

Being able to feel how the man was twitching with him made Kellen shiver.

Kellen felt like he was close.

He honestly didn’t think he stood a chance against Rhys in this regard.

Kellen wasn’t this aggressive when he jerked himself off.  Kellen tried to break his lips away to warn Rhys, to let him know, but Rhys chased his lips, shifting even closer, even tighter until Kellen couldn’t take it anymore.

Rhys swallowed Kellen’s cry as he came, his hips jerking and twitching as Rhys continued to move his hands.

He sped up, his grip tightening and Kellen gasped into the kiss.  Rhys seemed greedy for any noise Kellen was making, and Kellen couldn’t stop making noises.

He was still so sensitive from cuming and Rhys hadn’t stopped and given him a rest.

Then, it was Kellen’s turn to swallow Rhys’ groan as he came, his cum filling their joined hands and covering Kellen’s chest.

He trembled, continuing to kiss Kellen, but his hands slowly stopped moving, milking every last drop out of his cock.  Rhys pulled away from Kellen’s lips to press feathery, light kisses all over Kellen’s face and shoulders.

He seemed desperate as Kellen laid on his back, trying to gather his thoughts and breath.  “That was good.” Kellen told him and Rhys chuckled.  “Just good?” Rhys asked and Kellen nodded.  “I’ll…let you do that again.” Kellen told him and Rhys paused, before he pressed his forehead against Kellen’s shoulder and his body shook.  “Wow.

I’m so glad to hear that.” Rhys replied, his shaking shoulders telling Kellen that he was doing better.

If he could laugh right now, then he was going to be okay.  “Now, clean me up.

I have to go make sure Brent hasn’t killed any of the students.” Rhys laughed harder.  “I can’t spend more time with you?” He asked and Kellen sighed.  “We’ll have tonight, won’t we?

I think you can wait until tonight, can’t you?” Kellen asked softly, his gaze soft as Rhys met it.

Rhys’ face flushed as he stared at the way Kellen was looking at him.

He swallowed thickly.  “O-Oh.

I can do that.

Yup.

Uh huh.” Kellen smiled.

He really wanted to run his hands through his hair, but with his hands so dirty, he wasn’t going to do that.

Cum hair would be the worst thing he could ever do to Rhys.  “Good.

Do we have a cloth or something?” Kellen asked and Rhys grinned.  “A cloth?

Why would I have something like that?

I have a better option.” Rhys’ grin held a hint of something to it, and Kellen narrowed his eyes.

He didn’t trust him when he got like this.

What on earth was he planning?

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB Rhys could pretty much talk Kellen into anything if he promised pleasure.

Don’t think Kellen is aware of that fact yet.