(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Everyone has to eat (m)

It was unfortunate that everyone was slowly waking up as Rhys and Kellen headed back to Kellen’s apartment. It meant that everyone saw them in their pajamas, and also saw that Kellen had clearly been crying.

He knew most of them weren’t dumb. They could put two and two together, but he saw the glint in some of their eyes and knew that wild rumours were going to spread about them. It was an exhausting prospect to Kellen, and Rhys seemed very pleased about it.

Getting back to the apartment, Rhys being smart and having grabbed keys when they’d headed down, Kellen decided that there was no time to work than the present. He had a lot he needed to get done today, including his lesson, so getting some of it done instead of going to work out was a smart plan.

Rhys carried him everywhere. Everywhere Kellen needed to go, Rhys was already there, arms open. Kellen should have been embarrassed, but he couldn’t muster it. After all, he did like being in his arms.

One thing he hadn’t anticipated, nor dared to bring up in front of his parents, was how sore his ass was. Rhys had really done a number on him, and he’d let him not thinking that he’d need it for the next few days.

Rhys, noticing that Kellen was having a hard time, gathered a few of the softer pillows around and helped Kellen into the stool onto the soft pillows. It helped, a little bit, and that made something inside of Kellen want to die a little.

Was it going to be like this every time that they did something like this? Was this going to be the norm? Fuck. It sucked, because all Kellen could remember was the feel of Rhys’ hand on his ass every time his sore butt twinged.

Kellen wasn’t sure how to bring it up, and Rhys obviously wasn’t going to. He couldn’t read minds. Instead, the man was getting Kellen a cup of tea, made sure he was warm and secure, and then started making breakfast for him while he worked.

He wasn’t the best cook, but that wasn’t the point. It was the thought and consideration that counted. He made him toast, very scrambled eggs with cheese, peppers, mushrooms, green onions and tomatoes. Some baked baby potatoes and a cup of orange juice. It was very cute, and Rhys was quite pleased with himself.

Kellen wanted to smother him with kisses, and since there was no one to interrupt him, he did just that.

He also somehow managed to surprise Rhys with his affection. Kellen beckoned him over and Rhys came willingly, clearly expecting a hug or something. He froze when Kellen pulled his face towards his own and pressed their lips together. He gladly let Kellen into his mouth when Kellen asked nicely, and groaned into the kiss as Kellen played with his tongue in a cautious, but serious way.

Rhys shifted his weight, so that his one hand was on the counter, while his other was on Kellen’s lower back. Kellen felt himself twitch every time Rhys’ fingers dipped below the waistband of his pants, tempting the bruised, sore flesh of his bottom.

Rhys was the one to pull away, pressing their foreheads together as both of them caught their breath.

"That was the best thank you I’ve ever received." Rhys whispered and Kellen chuckled. Kellen’s fingers, as always, had threaded into Rhys’ hair. He had a feeling he’d never stop doing it. His hair was just so silky to touch, and he loved the way he looked after Kellen and ruffled through it. All tousled and disheveled.

Kellen really liked it.

"There are probably more to come." Kellen told him and Rhys pretended to faint.

"Don’t get me all worked up so early." Rhys’ smile turned wicked. "Oh, but I completely forgot. I haven’t got to have my daily meal yet." Kellen’s eyes shot wide and Rhys dropped to his knees. The stool was almost the perfect height for the man on his knees. He didn’t have to bend forward or hunch his back. That alone worried Kellen.

"Rhys, I don’t think-"

"I can just warm up the food again." He told him, and Kellen felt his face flush. "Besides, we need to get you used to this, and I want to know every spot that turns you on the most. I’m hungry, Kellen. Are you going to let me starve?" He stared up from between Kellen’s thighs, his eyes all big and round and his bottom lip sticking out slightly.

Kellen felt his cock harden, and Rhys’ grin was victorious as he felt it too.

"At least someone likes the idea." Rhys said before turning and kissing the hardening cock and Kellen tossed his head back, clenching his teeth.

"I can’t focus when you’re down there. It’s not fair." Kellen muttered and Rhys laughed.

"Then you should learn. Should we take turns? I blow you while you try to work, and then you do the same?" He pressed another kiss against Kellen’s cock through the fabric of his sweatpants and Kellen felt a shiver run through his whole body. Kellen’s hand slapped against the counter, the noise startling Kellen, but Rhys didn’t budge.

Kellen felt his face flush. He hadn’t meant to make a loud noise. He was just trying to hold onto something as Rhys seduced him so thoroughly.

"I-Is this some home office kind of thing?" Kellen asked and Rhys’ eyes went wide.

"Oh! If you don’t mind a slight scenery change, we can do this behind a desk. I do have an office in my apartment. What a splendid idea, Kellen." Kellen’s eyes widened, and before he could get a word in otherwise, he was picked up, blanket, laptop and pillow and carried off next door.

That, and Rhys was good at this. Too good at this. Kellen wanted to bury his fingers into his hair, but instead he clung to the desk. The cold from the wood sunk into his skin as Kellen fought for his life not to cum.

Rhys was fighting too, and he was winning. Kellen came with a soft, muffled gasp. Rhys had sucked the soul out of him, and continued to suck until Kellen felt tears form in his eyes as he shivered and trembled in the leather chair.

When Kellen couldn’t take it anymore, he whimpered.

"Rhys. Nothing more is going to come out." Kellen’s voice felt rough even though he hadn’t screamed or anything of that sort. He’d actually be the most quiet he’d ever been with the man.

Rhys pushed the chair back slightly so that he could crawl out, licking his lips.

Kellen felt flushed, satiated, and exhausted already. Rhys looked like a cat who’d gotten into the cream, especially with him licking his lips.

"What a great morning feast." He declared and Kellen closed his eyes. He wanted to offer to do the same, but he didn’t think he had it in him. Plus, being on his knees probably wasn’t the best idea right now. Damn. He really wanted to return the favour.

"You’re too good at this." Kellen muttered and Rhys’ eyes crinkled up in the corner as he smiled. He bent, pressing a kiss against Kellen’s cheek since his face was pressed against the wooden desk.

"I just think of it as practise for when I got to be with you. You seem pleased with my skills." Kellen couldn’t deny the truth when it was so clear to everyone. Rhys laughed as Kellen’s cheeks warmed. "You’re adorable. Now, shall we go back to our apartment and finish your breakfast?" He asked and Kellen sighed.

"I wish I could do the same to you right now." He muttered sadly, and Rhys’ cheeks flushed.

"I’ll take an IOU on it. A raincheck if you will. I don’t hate surprise blowjobs Kellen." Rhys told him and Kellen sat up, nodding.

"Okay. When my thigh gets better, prepare yourself." Kellen warned, and a glint entered Rhys’ gaze. He shivered.

"Heard, Sir." He replied and laughed when Kellen smacked his shoulder.