(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 372

Chapter 372: This feels like it’s inappropriate (suggestive)
“So, this is how you normally dressed?” Rhys’ words washed over Kellen as he adjusted. Kellen cleared his throat, nodding as he tugged on the sleeves of his jacket. He was wearing the jacket that Rhys had given him forever ago. It was also the jacket he had gotten used to wearing around the house.

That was all he was wearing.

It was also open, not buttoned up, and Kellen was comfortable in it beyond the fact that he was being stared at by Rhys. He felt a bit like a piece of meat with the way that he was watching him, but what else could he say?

Rhys was supposed to watch him right now.

Kellen shifted, swallowing as he reached out and gripped onto the dildo he had selected. It was the one with a suction cup and the one he had used while thinking about Rhys. He had put it next to him as he sat on the bed, but Rhys had convinced him to shift back on the bed until he was up against the headboard, a few pillows behind him. It wasn’t exactly perfect for what he had planned, or what had been asked of him, but he could at the very least attempt to do it.

He did think riding the dildo would be harder on the bed since it was a soft surface, even with him sitting on the box, but it would probably be nicer on his knees. That he could look forward to.

Rhys’ gaze was warm, piercing him as he shifted awkwardly. He could feel Rhys’ gaze on his cock especially. Kellen didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Kellen was hard. He would be willing to accept more semi hard, but he was hard. His mouth was dry as he squeezed the dildo.

“Yeah. It was easier to clean up if I was like this.” Kellen told him and Rhys made a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat.

“I see. Very practical. I like it. Sounds like you.” Rhys told him and Kellen freaking hoped it sounded like him. He really didn’t want Rhys to even suggest he was comparing him to someone else right now.

Rhys was sitting at the other end of the bed. He had put as much distance between him and Kellen as the bed would allow. It felt more like he was at an art gallery than in bed with him, if it wasn’t for the fact that his cock was out, hard, and was drawing Kellen’s attention with every little shift Rhys made.

Kellen slid his gaze to the boxes which had been put to the side. Kellen was a little nervous still and hadn’t grabbed one. He would need one if he wanted to ride the dildo properly and show Rhys what he had done exactly.

“Um, could you grab me one of the shoe boxes? I need it if I’m going to show you what I was doing properly.” Kellen asked and watched as Rhys’ gaze flared, his nostrils widening as he inhaled sharply, but he nodded.

Rhys got up, his cock still out, and bent, grabbing the first box on top. It looked to be the newest box and Rhys’ grip on it left dents as he handed it over to Kellen.

“Is this what you need?” Rhys asked, and Kellen met his intense gaze before he nodded. He couldn’t stay looking at Rhys in the eyes for too long otherwise he felt he was going to lose his ability to do this.

“Thank you.” Kellen whispered, and Rhys chuckled.

“It’s so strange to see you this meek. Take your time, Kellen. I can wait. You just…stay like that, and I’ll figure something out on my own.” Rhys murmured, and Kellen felt his stomach tense. He knew that Rhys liked the way he looked. He wasn’t an idiot, and Rhys had made it clear before.

Kellen glanced down at his body. His thick thighs, covered in scars, his muscular calves, and the fact that his abs were on full display. They were tense, fully defined, and that was because Kellen hadn’t drank enough water today. He’d been a little lost in thought, more focused on consuming food then drinking enough water. Kellen had rather large pecs, and his nipples had always been a problem. They had always been perky, but it was clear that Rhys had no problem with that.

In fact, Rhys seemed to like to pay attention to them. Kellen didn’t mind, since it was a new sensation to him, and he was growing to like it, but it was strange. He had thought it was only a female thing. That was what all porn he had seen prior to this was about. Only women felt something from it, but apparently, Kellen was wrong.

Shifting, Kellen took the box and put it to the right of him, on the same side that the dildo was on. On his left was the lube that they normally used and Kellen swallowed. It was time. He had everything that he needed, and Rhys had settled back onto the edge of the bed. He was watching every movement of Kellen’s like a hawk, and that only made Kellen more nervous.

Kellen reached for the lube, and the box of condoms he had next to him. They were opened, and Rhys’ eyes widened at first. He didn’t say anything, but Kellen could see how his stance changed. Kellen wanted to laugh at him only in this situation. Who would Kellen have used the condoms on? Brent? Another Esper? Absolutely not.

Kellen had his hands full with one Esper.

Rhys’ body was tense as Kellen broke one of the condoms off, and then opened it. He rolled it over his fingers, laying back and spreading his legs. Rhys swallowed as he watched Kellen pour lube over his fingers covered in the condom before he began to prod at his own ass.

This was to make sure he didn’t tear anything and that everything was nice and warmed up. He’d once tried to do this without preparing himself and it had been a disaster. His asshole had hurt for days after, and had felt like he had damaged something inside of him. Even going to the bathroom had been uncomfortable. Not quite painful, not certainly not enjoyable.

Since then, he had taken great care in stretching himself. It felt like it took forever, but at the same time, he noticed a difference. He’d also taken some time to learn himself. Kellen knew he was soft inside, and it felt different when Rhys had his fingers inside of him versus his own.

The angle was one thing he noticed the most. Rhys was able to get more of his fingers inside of him where Kellen had a bit of a harder time just because of the angle he had to do everything at. Rhys was able to hit the spot that Kellen liked easier, while Kellen, even after doing this by himself without Rhys’ help, had a hard time finding it.

Kellen’s fingers rubbed against his entrance, making sure it was nice and lubed up before he exhaled and began to sink one of his fingers inside. This was to test how he was feeling, if this was even a smart idea, and any other issues he might have.

Sometimes, Kellen had started this probing process and he’d stopped. He had just not felt up to it, and so he’d stopped. That was a rarity, and Kellen didn’t feel like today would be one of those days.

Shivering, feeling Rhys’ gaze on his fingers, Kellen exhaled slowly as he moved his finger slowly in and out, never fully pulling it out. He found that he didn’t put up much resistance, so he went in with the second finger. Kellen closed his eyes, leaning his head back as he slowly finger fucked himself, moving his fingers nice and slow.

It was a slightly strange sensation. The feeling of a part of himself that he normally wasn’t aware of, being stretched and spread with his slippery, rubber-covered fingers. He shifted slightly, getting more comfortable and Rhys exhaled sharply.

“Do you do this every time?” Rhys’ voice had dipped. It was rougher, deeper, and Kellen snapped his eyes open, catching the way that Rhys was looking at him. Kellen’s eyes widened as he realised that the other man was stroking himself, and it took a few moments to realise that he was doing it in time to Kellen’s pace.

Kellen flushed, his semi hard cock jerking to attention.

“Uh, yeah. I do. I want to make sure I’m fully stretched out. I don’t want it to hurt.” Rhys nodded, before his lips twitched.

“That’s the only place you don’t want to hurt, huh?” He joked, colour high on his cheeks as his golden gaze watched Kellen’s movements like a hawk. Kellen sputtered.

“That’s not-Rhys!” He protested, and Rhys laughed.

“I’m teasing, of course. You should be nice and stretched. Why don’t you add another finger, Kellen?” Rhys asked, his lips quirking up for a second before they fell down again. His expression wasn’t quite serious, but it was very focused. Kellen swallowed. He needed to add another finger, he didn’t need Rhys to remind him, but at the same time…

Kellen slowly slipped another finger in.