(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: A pocket what? (suggestive)

With Kellen’s directions, it didn’t take long for Rhys to find what he was looking for. Embarrassed at the box, and how quickly the Captain came back with it, Kellen wanted to be anywhere but here. The long, low whistle from Rhys as he pulled the lid off really sealed the deal that Kellen wanted to be anywhere else.

"What a bad boy you are Kellen. I didn’t realise that you had such desires hidden inside of you. I’m sorry it took me so long to bring this up, and find this box." Kellen was distraught. The man had worked himself into a jealous rage over sex toys that he now held in his hands. Kellen was lying on the bed on his back, with lube between his thighs as he buried his face into a pillow. He had a pretty good idea how whores felt now, but he was pretty sure they didn’t get as embarrassed as he currently felt.

"I didn’t know what I liked." Kellen admitted softly, and Rhys whistled again.

"These aren’t cheap. How much does this little box cost?" Kellen wanted to die.

"I went for quality over quantity." Kellen muttered. Rhys burst into laughter.

"So I’m assuming these all had good reviews then?" Kellen didn’t want to answer verbally. He wasn’t even sure if he could. His mouth had dried up. He nodded, the pillow moving with his movement. There was silence for a moment, before Rhys spoke up again. "Kellen?" He prompted and Kellen tensed. This was not how he’d seen the night going.

He had seen them maybe kissing, falling asleep cuddling each other, maybe the Captain thrusting his cock between his thighs until they both came. Simple, easy stuff. Not being interrogated by his S Class Esper partner over a box of sex toys that he, admittedly, spent too much money on. He only used one or two of them, since the others hadn’t really appealed to him.

"Yes, they did!" Kellen finally answered, a little snippy. The lube was running down his thighs now, and he shivered.

"No need to be embarrassed. I have some sex toys of my own. Granted, I bought them with plans to use them on you, but I am pleasantly surprised to find a few that I had been on the fence about that you had bought for yourself." He spoke so casually as he moved towards the bed. It took Kellen a second to wrap his head around what he had said, before he sputtered.

"W-What?" Rhys finally sat on the edge of the bed again, and Kellen could hear him shuffling around in the box. The lights weren’t on still, proving to Kellen that he could see in the dark.

"Well, that pretty penis of yours isn’t going to see action from anyone else, and if I’m honest, I’m not fond of bottoming, so I was planning to get you something to fuck while I fucked you. Maybe get it molded after my own ass, you know? It was going to be the perfect mix. I also wanted to see what you looked like drenched in a different kind of pleasure then the one I could give you. I’m glad to find out that you have a couple pocket..." Rhys’ tone changed, going from a cheerful, bumbling tone to sounding as if he was chastising Kellen. "These don’t look like pussies, Kellen." Kellen flushed, gripping the pillow close against his face. He groaned.

"I have no interest in women. Why would I get fake females, when I have no interest in them?" He full out laughed at Kellen’s tense tone, and Kellen flinched as his hand wrapped around Kellen’s ankle. Kellen was sure he meant it in a comforting way, but Kellen’s body was on high alert. This was a very awkward situation for him, and they had been about to do something that...Kellen had been excited about. He was nervous now.

"Oh Kellen, I know. I just wanted to see your reaction. Honestly, I’m glad. This way you can imagine you’re penetrating me while I penetrate you." Kellen nearly swallowed his tongue at the words coming out of his mouth.

"We...We aren’t doing that today, are we?" Kellen asked, the words tumbling out of his mouth nervously. Rhys laughed.

"No, and that question alone tells me you aren’t ready for us to go to the next step. I’m just telling you so you can wrap your head around it. I know it takes you a while to warm up to certain ideas. After all, it took you seven years to realise you were in love with me." He was so smug, happy to be able to tease Kellen like this. Kellen wanted to bury himself in a hole. This was exactly what he meant when he’d spoken to Taylor about it earlier in the day. He was going to rub this into his face for the rest of their lives.

But, Kellen wasn’t a liar, and he felt he needed to correct the small, tiny, not at all a big deal problem that the Captain had stumbled into. Something he had come to understand in the time between talking to Taylor, and now. He sighed heavily.

"...It wasn’t seven years." He muttered into the pillow against his mouth.

"Hmm? What was that Kellen? I couldn’t hear you." That damn fucking smug tone. Fuck me.