(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: A promise worth keeping

Rhys had gone all out. He wore a stunning red button down with shiny gold buttons that matched his eye colour. The dark gray dress pants hugged his thighs nicely, and he finished the look off with shiny, black shoes. A thick gold watch sat on his right wrist, and his hair was soft and looked very touchable.

It was his face that really captured Kellen though. He looked at him like he held everything he could ever want.

Stunned, Kellen held onto the door and he chuckled. Reaching out, he wiped at his cheek.

"You have white stuff all over your face, Kellen." He felt his face flush, and embarrassed, stepped back, wiping at his cheek with the back of his hand. Kellen glanced away from him as he stepped inside the apartment and closed the door behind him.

"It’s just flour." He told him and Rhys grinned.

"I know. I doubt you would leave anything strange all over your face, and I would have been very concerned if that was cum. It should never be that powdery." Kellen frowned even as he felt his face heat. The Captain laughed, reaching out and kissing his forehead. "I tease. You clean up very well, Mr. Woods. I like when you get so focused you get a little dirty." His grin was wicked when Kellen meet his gaze, and feeling a little bold, Kellen pulled him closer and kissed him into silence.

"You’re a menace. Did you bring anything with you?" Kellen asked against the Esper’s lips and he swallowed.

"I brought some red wine. Is that acceptable?" Kellen stepped away from him as he presented the bottle to him. Kellen only knew the basics that his Dad had taught him, which meant that with a red wine, they were going to have a red sauce with their pasta. He turned a smile towards the Captain, taking the bottle and placing it on the counter before turning back to his task.

"Perfect. If you want you can-" Kellen cut off as two large hands palmed his ass in his pants. He was so forceful Kellen had to reach for the counter for support. He was gripping and squeezing, and it was all fun and games until he felt himself harden. "Um, Rhys?" He asked, his voice strained.

"Do you know how hot it is to see you in something I bought for you while you cook dinner for us? Fuck. I think I’m going to cum." His whispered words in Kellen’s ear made him shiver. "You’ve really filled out over the last two weeks. Is that why you aren’t wearing a shirt with sleeves?" He asked, still squeezing and palming Kellen’s ass.

"W-Well, I was worried that the shirts were going to tear." He admitted and he chuckled.

"These pants are begging for relief. The seam is so tight. Would you be upset if I tore them off of you?" Kellen gulped. He hadn’t expected him to be so horny right off the bat, but this was the Captain. He should have expected this in some ways.

"Uh, we should eat first before you get any ideas, Rhys." He chuckled at Kellen’s curt tone, or his attempt at one. If the Rhys had just reached around and under his apron, he would be able to tell what having his hands on him like this really did to him. He kissed Kellen’s bare shoulder and Kellen couldn’t stop the shiver that took over his body.

"Alright. We’ll get food into you first. You might need it, after all." He gave his ass one last squeeze before stepping back and going to the fridge. "Did you want anything to drink besides wine while we work on dinner?" He asked, and Kellen took a moment to gather himself. He was hard as a fucking rock, and he was still in the middle of making pasta. He needed to calm down.

"Um, why don’t we have a cider or something?" He suggested, and the Captain made a thoughtful noise from the fridge.