(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Who is the kinkiest?

Chapter 70: Who is the kinkiest?

She’d never seen him on the front lines, and her parents had refused to tell her any of the information they had gotten about him while he was on the front lines, but she’d seen the press conference, and had friends in the business now.

She knew how persistent he was.

Kellen had broken rules in High School so that they would define their terms better.

That’s the legacy Gwen had come into, which meant she was watched like a hawk as she completed school.

Kellen was a good kid, but also set in his ways, and very soft.

So soft, in fact, she was surprised he was wearing a turtleneck.

He didn’t normally like things touching his neck the whole way around.  Suspicious, Gwen rushed her older brother.

Kellen hadn’t been expecting it, and was shocked when Gwen pulled down the neck of his turtleneck.

He hadn’t turned his back to her while he changed for this exact reason.

They struggled, but Kellen really didn’t want to rip his clothing, so Gwen eventually won, getting to see the deep, swollen teeth marks on the back of her older brother’s neck.

She gasped, before a shit eating grin crossed her face.

She stepped back, releasing the hold she had on the fabric and Kellen covered his neck, his face red and his glare hot.

Gwen’s grin grew.  “What the fuck was that for?” He asked, a little too loudly, and Gwen laughed.

Neither of them noticed how the door to the bedroom opened quietly behind them.

“I wanted to see how badly that Captain of ours marked you.

You never wear turtlenecks.” She laughed harder.

“But hoooooooly shit, Kellen.

He’s kinky if he left that deep of a mark on you.

I should have expected that from an S Class.” She got great joy out of teasing her brother.

He was bright red, his hand covering the mark like he was protecting it, and his glare just made him look cute.

Gwen opened her mouth to now tease him, when a soft knock sounded behind them.

The two siblings spun as one, their eyes wide as the Captain spoke.  “You are mistaken, Gwen.

I’m not the kinky one between your brother and I.” The Captain kept his voice low enough that it was clear he was trying to keep this conversation between the three of them.

Gwen and Kellen, who had previously had the same expression, both shifted dramatically.

Kellen’s soured, while Gwen’s brightened.

“Forgive me, I only asked where Kellen was.

I didn’t hear any of the rest of your conversation, only the last part.” Kellen could feel that his face was slowly heating, and was already regretting wearing the turtleneck since his body was now on fire.

Plus, if Gwen noticed that it was out of character for him, who knows who else would figure it out?

Kellen began to feel the tug of the side effects, and he frowned.

He was in no mood to move towards the man who was lying to his sister.

He clenched his fists tightly, and blurted out a little too loudly, “I am not the one who is kinky!” The two Esper’s in the room blinked, staring at the trembling, flushed man.

Kellen turned his angry gaze towards the Captain, but he only had a serene, happy expression on his face.

It was then that Kellen really took in the Captain, as he hadn’t truly looked at him since he’d arrived.

Kellen blinked.

He had a nice, long sleeve shirt on, that he’d rolled up the sleeves on until they hugged his forearms.

The dark blue colour complemented his skin tone and his eyes.

The pants he wore were casual dress pants, and a nice leather belt.

He looked…Kellen swallowed, his anger slowly draining from him when faced with a prettily packaged Captain Thatcher.

He looked very attractive.  “Mr.

Woods, I don’t think you want for us to have this conversation with you sister present, do you?” He kept his voice low, and Kellen shook himself, forcing himself to not be distracted by the man.

He was right, but he also hated that he was the one calling him kinky.

That wasn’t true!

The Captain was obviously the kinky one, since Kellen had no experience in this area.

The Captain stared at Kellen, who had paused in his shaking anger as he had scanned the Captain from top to bottom like a laser, but was back to clenching his fists angrily.

The Captain couldn’t help the way his lips quirked up into a smirk, and that only seemed to anger the man more.

Gwen had taken a step back, fully aware she was now witnessing a lovers spat, and loving every minute of it.

She covered her mouth, solely so Kellen wouldn’t get angry at her for the large, goofy grin that was crossing her lips.  “Oh, please, don’t stop this conversation on my behalf.” Gwen muttered, and Kellen tossed her an angry look.

Gwen had to force herself to keep the rest of her face neutral.

Kellen was rarely worked up like this, and she loved watching it.  “Captain Thatcher,” Kellen started, and the Captain raised an eyebrow.

His smirk didn’t leave his lips though and he stared down at the Guide with a deep, golden gaze.

“I can’t be the kinkier one between us.

You have far more experience in this area then I do.” The Captain was surprised that Kellen was bringing it up with his sister around, but at the same time, wasn’t.

The Captain had every intention to make him regret that.

He moved towards his pair, his smile unchanging.  “Mr.

Woods, while that may be true, I’m going to have to kindly disagree.

While I know, like most S Classes,” his gaze slid towards Gwen who squeaked before looking away, “that we tend to like things a little rough, previous partners have never, ever laid still as soon as my teeth gripped their skin.” Kellen’s eyes went wide as the Captain’s flashed before turning a deeper shade of gold.

“You are the first to beg me without words, Mr.

Woods, and you clung to me so tightly when I went to pull back.

You were begging me to keep hurting you, Mr.

Woods.” Kellen gasped, his lips trembling as the Captain stared down at him, smug.

The Captain reached out, touching Kellen’s trembling bottom lip with his thumb.

“You’re so pretty when you’re trembling, Mr.

Woods, and especially when you say my name while shaking in pleasure.

I know that most who stay on the front lines for a long period of time have some…particular desires, myself included, but it soothes a part of myself that we truly, a great pair.

I am more than happy to give you whatever you want.

Maybe next time we should play with some rope?” He suggested and Kellen shook.

He could not believe that the Captain had continued with his sister in the room.  No.

Kellen had started it, he just wasn’t willing to continue this argument with his sister in the room, knowing damn well where the Captain wanted this to go.

They were in his bedroom, after all, and Kellen wasn’t an idiot.

The alarms were blaring in the back of his mind.

Frowning, he stepped away from the Captain.

He glared at the older man and crossed his arms.

It was to hide how they were trembling.  “You just proved that you’re kinky, Captain Thatcher.” The Captain’s smile felt victorious, and that only made Kellen more upset.

“I’m dropping this only because everyone is downstairs waiting, not because I’m agreeing with anything you’ve said.” Kellen stated angrily, and the Captain nodded, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.  “Of course, Mr.

Woods.

I would never take that as you backing down from a challenge, unlike someone.” Kellen opened his mouth to argue, closed it, and shook his head.

The man was purposefully working him up.

Kellen had no idea why he would want to.

It wasn’t winning him any favours.

Kellen glanced down at his outfit, and frowned further.

Compared to the Captain, he felt underdressed.

Sure, he was wearing a pair of dress pants, but the way the Captain wore his pants with his shirt made Kellen feel like a fool.

The turtleneck was from his Father, so it was of good quality, but he felt like he was inferior standing next to the Captain.

Even more grumpy now, Kellen shoved his feet into his bedroom slippers before he stormed for the bedroom door, opening it and stepping out onto the hallway/landing.  “I’m not apologising for teasing you.” Kellen whispered, knowing the Captain could hear him.  “Well, then I won’t apologise for teasing you either.

You make it so easy I sometimes have to restrain myself.” Kellen, ready to open his mouth and argue about that, glanced over his shoulder at the Captain.

The Captain’s eyes were watching Kellen with a quiet, but hungry gaze.

The alarms blared in the back of his mind again and Kellen cleared his throat instead, breaking eye contact.

Kellen headed for the steps.  “Smart of you to restrain yourself then.

Arguing all the time isn’t healthy.” Kellen said, not really sure what words were leaving his mouth.

He was feeling confused, overwhelmed.

It had been a long day.

Where was Gwen?

She was being awfully quiet, which was unusual for her.

Was she still in the bedroom?

The Captain’s voice cut through Kellen’s disorganised thoughts.  “Oh, I don’t mind the arguing, because I really enjoy when we make up, Mr.

Woods.” He said it loud enough that Kellen was sure the Espers downstairs could hear it.

Kellen swore he heard his Mother sputter.

Kellen reached for the handrail, tightening his grip on it, but didn’t look behind him at the Captain.  “I don’t recall ever making up with you, Captain Thatcher.” He got out through grit teeth, and the Captain chuckled.

Kellen could feel the Captain coming to a stop behind him on the stairs, his body heat radiating from him.  “That’s cruel Mr.

Woods.

Am I just a tool for you to use then?

I’m heartbroken.” Don’t react.

Do not react to his words.

Hill’s burst of laughter is what did Kellen in.

He spun on the stairs, about to give the Captain an earful when his lips descended on Kellen’s, silencing him.

The Captain’s fingers slid into Kellen’s hair, holding him in place with a tight, almost painful grip on his hair.

The kiss wasn’t soft, but instead it was a deep, all consuming kiss that made Kellen’s toes curl into his slippers.

When the Captain pulled away, Kellen felt himself sway on the stairs.

By sheer will he kept himself upright, as he remembered where he was, why he was upset, and what he was supposed to be doing.

Kellen’s face heated while the Captain laughed.

His lips were only a few breaths away from Kellen’s when he spoke.

“Well, I am glad to know that we are both susceptible to each other.” He raised his other hand to run down Kellen’s face to his neck, giving a gentle squeeze.

He tugged on Kellen’s hair a little tighter, and Kellen’s eyes widened as his knees went weak.

The Captain gave him a knowing look before he released him, and passed him as he headed downstairs.

Kellen, not wanting to watch him leave, turned his gaze upward, and met the wide-eyed gaze of his sister.

Who had witnessed everything.

She rushed down the stairs, stopping near Kellen, but not where the Captain had been standing.

She leaned forward.  “Oh, you’re fucked, Kellen.

I don’t think you’re going to make it till the end of the year before he has you wrapped around his little finger.” She whispered, and Kellen gasped.

“Why are you saying I’m wrapped around his finger, and not the other way around?” He demanded, and she rolled her eyes.  “If you were anyone else, Kellen, maybe, but you’re you.” She snorted.

“You always needed someone to chase you, and the Captain sure knows what he’s doing.

I gotta go say hello to my brother-in-law.” She patted Kellen’s shoulder with a wicked grin on her face before dashing away out of his range.

Kellen shook his fist at her, but his head was still a little fuzzy.

Kellen was sure he hadn’t noticed, but Kellen had guided him while they kissed.

That had to be the reason that his heart was racing in his chest.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB Poor little Kellen has no idea that he’s had the Captain wrapped around his finger for years.

Now it’s his turn.