(BL) Hunting The Field Guide-Chapter 463: A soft day in (suggestive)

This felt like a very surreal moment for Kellen.

It was so domestic that it felt like a contradiction to everything that was going on. Kellen didn’t hate it. He liked that he was in his home clothes, in their apartment together as Kellen made lunch. Rhys wasn’t sitting at the island, but instead standing behind him, his arms wrapped around his waist. They rested on his stomach, Rhys’ chin on his shoulder as he moved around the kitchen with Kellen, not against.

It felt more like a dance than anything else.

Rhys’ soft breath against Kellen’s neck as he went about cooking made everything feel like a dream. Like he hadn’t had his whole life flipped on its head and now he had to go fix it all.

Kellen forced his thoughts away from what was going to happen after tonight. He instead turned his attention to the man behind him and how warm his hands on his stomach felt. It was strange, but also welcome to have Rhys like this. He liked it.

In another life, if he hadn’t discovered his love for being a Field Guide, he could see him having a cushy in town job, like running a bakery or a restaurant or something while Rhys worked as an Esper. Something significantly more safe that would put Rhys’ mind at ease. There was a chance that Kellen could still do that, but it would be years from now.

"What are you thinking about?" Rhys asked into the silence and Kellen chuckled.

"An alternate timeline where I never found Field Guide work and I opened a bakery instead of going to the front lines. We still end up meeting and falling in love, but it’s different." Kellen told him, a smile on his face. "It’s a nice thought. One where I had no problems with who I was." Rhys let out a sigh before he pressed a kiss against Kellen’s shoulder.

"I wish it was this timeline where you didn’t have any issues with who you are. You’re a wonderful person now." Rhys told him and Kellen turned his head, smiling at him.

"You’re a sweetie, you know that? Lunch’s almost ready, do you want to get the table ready?" Kellen asked and Rhys nodded. He separated from Kellen, even if it was obvious he didn’t want to.

He didn’t set the counter, instead setting the coffee table with two place settings, some glasses of water, a bottle of cider and a bottle of beer. Kellen had a feeling he knew what Rhys wanted to do, but still dished up two plates.

He felt the smile touching his lips as he pulled off his apron, hung it up and wandered over to the couch. Rhys was sat there, the plates on the table before him, and he was patting his lap expectantly.

"I’m heavy." Kellen told him. Rhys stared at him.

"So? Come over here." Rhys said in turn, and Kellen smirked.

"You are a glutton for punishment." Kellen told him and Rhys snorted.

"No I’m not. I just want to hand feed my boyfriend in our own home. Is there something wrong with that?" Rhys was getting slightly defensive, but Kellen just shook his head. He stared at the man, happy to see that for a moment the two of them were ignoring what was looming over their shoulders.

"No, not at all. I’m coming." Kellen told him and watched as Rhys’ gaze dipped deeper, richer. Golden.

"You better remember that for later." He told him and Kellen laughed as he settled across the man’s lap. Rhys was comfortable, plush. Kellen didn’t mind sitting on him, and Rhys clearly didn’t mind either. The man wasn’t hiding his boner, hadn’t while Kellen had been cooking either. It wasn’t at full force, just in the room with them. Kellen had found it soothing.

"Alright, I’m here in your lap. What’s next?" Kellen asked, feeling a little playful. Rhys’ eyes darkened.

"You do what I say. You eat what I give you, and you get some wonderful praise in return." Rhys told him and Kellen felt his smile spread wider across his face.

"Is praise all I get?" Kellen asked and Rhys narrowed his gaze.

"What else could you want, Kellen?" He asked and Kellen stared at Rhys for a long moment before he grinned.

"I want you to shove your cock down my throat later. Can we agree on that as a reward?" Kellen asked, knowing what the answer would be. Rhys’ grip on Kellen’s waist tightened, pulling the other man closer to him. Rhys huffed out a deep breath, as if he was already tired of Kellen’s behaviour.

The man had no idea what Kellen was going to get up to tonight. He’d been crafting a monster, and Kellen was going to let it completely loose tonight.

"Damn it Kellen, we’re eating lunch." Rhys sounded like he was complaining, but his eyes were giving him away. Even as if he was frowning, trying to be serious. Kellen leaned in, pressing his lips against Rhys’.

"I know. We have to be full. Wouldn’t want to do anything on empty stomachs." Kellen agreed. Rhys groaned, but grabbed the first plate Kellen had made and a fork. Kellen kept his comments to himself, just enjoying the time that they were spending together.

They spoke quietly to each other, telling each other how much they cared for each other with their actions, small touches. Kellen was still a little awkward with them, but Rhys made up for it. The simple act of being in his lap, being fed by the other man soothed a part of Kellen that he knew was anxious. Worried.

He could tell that it was also soothing Rhys. Rhys didn’t bring up what was coming next after this, nor did Kellen. They just took this time for themselves. No phone calls, no texts, no knocking on the door. The time didn’t even matter.

They just spent the time lost in each other.

The sunlight coming in through the windows made for a beautiful backdrop to Kellen’s Esper. He was all dark hair, yellowish eyes, and soft expressions. His lips looked incredibly kissable, his arms looked succulent. Kellen wanted to eat the man alive, but was doing his best to be on his best behaviour. He could tell he was failing as Rhys’ eyes kept catching Kellen’s and each time they were a deeper shade of gold.

They were almost done when Rhys finally let out a soft exhale.

"Kellen, sugar, you need to stop looking at me like that." Rhys told him and Kellen blinked slowly.

"Like what?" He asked, his arm tensing where he had it wrapped around Rhys’ shoulder, his fingers playing with his hair at the base of his neck. Rhys put his fork down on the plate before him, meeting Kellen’s gaze.

"Like you’re already imagining me naked, Kellen. Every inch of me." Rhys told him. Kellen felt his face bloom with heat, his fingers tingling as his heart accelerated in his chest. He knew Rhys could hear it too.

Rhys’ slow tilt of his lips turned the already handsome man devastatingly handsome and Kellen tucked his head into his shoulder, hiding from him.

"I wasn’t doing that." Kellen told him, being honest. He hadn’t imagined the man naked, but that didn’t mean his thoughts had been innocent either. Kellen felt his body shift, moving as Rhys bent, putting the plate on the table before sitting upright again. Kellen knew the man wouldn’t drop him, so he didn’t look up to notice.

"Oh? So what were you imagining then? My cock down your throat?" Rhys asked softly and Kellen swallowed. That was exactly what he’d imagined. Well, he’d actually been thinking about where he’d want to do it. Here? The bedroom? The closet? The bathroom? The shower? The kitchen? There were so many options, and Kellen didn’t know what he wanted to try first.

Now that he was faced with a timeline, he kind of felt like he was running towards an end. He wanted to do everything with the man, all right now.

"I was just thinking about where." Kellen told him softly and Rhys gave him a squeeze.

"Where? I’m a little confused. Care to elaborate for me?" Rhys asked and Kellen sighed.

"Where you’d shove your cock down my throat. Like, here? Or the bedroom? Bathroom? Those kinds of thoughts." Kellen told him. "I know I should be focusing on other things, but I am suddenly filled with a worry that I’m not going to be able to try out everything. I know it’s false, but I also...it’s hard to put it into words." Kellen said. It was hard to explain his knowing without sounding crazy. He also didn’t want to ruin the moment right now. He really didn’t want to put that sad look on Rhys’ face again. This wasn’t the time.

"Hmm. I understand. We have plenty of time, and besides, I want your cock down my throat as well." Rhys told him. Kellen jerked, then gasped as he realised what the man was saying.

"You want to...69?" Kellen asked carefully and Rhys laughed. Kellen was scanning his face, all shock and surprise when Rhys reached up, carefully cupping Kellen’s face. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against Kellen’s, rubbing their noses against each other. It was such an affectionate hold that Kellen was momentarily distracted by it.

"Yes sugar. I want to explore your body too. We should shower first. Do you...need help getting ready?" Rhys asked softly and Kellen felt his face warm. It was so strange to hear Rhys ask that. It made everything feel real. They were going to do this. They were really doing to take the next step.

Kellen swallowed.

"I think I want to take it alone, just to get my nerves under control." Rhys opened his eyes, staring at Kellen with a bit of surprise.

"You’re nervous? Do you not-" Kellen leaned in, kissing him to silence him. He pulled away quickly.

"No, I’m not scared or anything like that. It’s just...we’re finally taking the next step. I just want it to be...perfect?" Kellen suggested and Rhys’ smile was bright as it touched his lips.

"Oh. I understand that. Alright, but you aren’t allowed to have a long one. I’ll come knocking if I get worried you’re getting cold feet." Rhys warned and Kellen nodded.

"That’s...fair." Kellen admitted, his heart picking up speed in his chest. He was ready, and...nervous. freewёbnoνel.com

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