(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Tormenting the sweet boy with the Captain

The next stop for the two was a nice, private café within the shopping district known for their fruit tarts and tea selection. The Captain had specifically chosen this location because he had heard of the tea selection, and wasn’t disappointed by the child-like wonder that originally crossed Kellen’s face when he’d seen the rows upon rows of glass jars upon the shelves behind the counter. He was a little disappointed when his face shifted from wonder to calculating as he looked over the menu, but he held his tongue, watching the younger man. Kellen, however, was trying to remember if he’d heard of this café before. Something about it just felt...familiar.

Everything became clear, including the strange behaviour of the shopkeepers in the area, when Kellen caught a pamphlet out of the corner of his eye. He went pale, before nudging the Captain. The Captain, who had been enjoying his time observing Kellen, was a little upset to have to stop even for a second. As soon as he picked up the pamphlet which had been just out of Kellen’s reach, he laughed. Kellen’s parents were plastered all over the advertisement for the shopping district. They had even visited this café before and were quoted saying "they had the best tea selection across 10 nations". The Captain could tell that Kellen was now uncomfortable being here, but he wasn’t going to let his silly worries about being noticed get in the way of the great time they were having. The Captain would have to distract Kellen.

And so he did.

He ordered a tasting flight of teas, along with the tasting flight of desserts. They were both exclusively for Kellen, and when they arrived, he took all of Kellen’s cutlery and forced the man to move closer to him so that he could feed him by hand. The man was a mess, and a shade of red that really, truly, complimented his blue eyes. The Captain could have sworn his eyes had gone sky blue a few times as the Captain licked the fork he’d been feeding Kellen with, but he kept that to himself. Playing with Kellen brought out a side to himself he hadn’t had for a long time, and he enjoyed it. Almost as much as Kellen’s reaction.

The man thought getting back at him was stealing the fork from him and feeding him by hand in return. He was too cute for his own good. The Captain made sure to draw the fork out of his mouth extra slow to watch how flustered Kellen became. It was easy to tell that Kellen had never been in a relationship prior to him, and as much as the Captain wanted Kellen to experience everything good in life, he was quite glad that he hadn’t. He liked being Kellen’s first, probably a bit too much. He also knew that if Kellen ever asked, he would tell him in a heartbeat. In fact, he wanted Kellen to ask. There was a nagging part of him that wanted Kellen to know everything about him. He wanted him to know how much he desired the man, body and soul, but was worried his feelings would be too overwhelming for him.

So he let his feelings out in small gestures, knowing full well that the need to consume him, become everything Kellen desired, needed, and thrived on pulsed beneath his skin until his flesh itched. He had desires to have the man under him, panting and needy, his eyes hazy with desire only directed at him while the man whined only for him. But he also knew he was new to this, and he wanted Kellen to know that every step they took, every movement into the direction where Kellen ended up in his bed, covered in cum and sweat, wasn’t in the direction of just a pairing. The Captain was out here working, begging, pleading with the man to realise that being in a romantic relationship, where this ended with them happy and in each other’s company for the rest of their lives, was the right outcome.

He just also knew he’d been pining after the man for so long there was a chance he could fuck this all up.

He was good at controlling himself, but Kellen’s night of side effects was a good example that his control could slip. It had only happened for a second, but the bite mark was a testament to how much he wanted Kellen for his own. He wanted to mark him, squeeze him, possess him, own him. He wanted that man to wear his brand for the rest of his life, and he was having a hard time not being like other S Classes. They had just claimed the people that they had wanted, like monsters. Hell, he knew he was one, but he was lucky. He had the ability to turn the crank back on his insanity, even when it felt like an overwhelming pulse in the back of his mind. But he knew he was one mistake away, at the wrong time, from whisking Kellen away against his wishes and having his way with him. It wasn’t something he truly wanted, at least, he believed so, since seeing fear in Kellen’s eyes directed towards him would shatter something inside of him.