(BL) Hunting The Field Guide 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 apartnt 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 et his gaze, and feeling a little bold, Kellen pulled him closer and kissed him into silence.

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

"I brought so 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 ant 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 pald 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 gas until he felt himself harden. "Um, Rhys?" He asked, his voice strained.

"Do you know how hot it is to see you in sothing 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 so 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 mont 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 sothing?" He suggested, and the Captain made a thoughtful noise from the fridge.

"Sounds good. Do you care what one you have?" Kellen shook his head, exhaling slowly before picking up where he had left off in the pasta making process.

"No, not at all. While you are in there, can you pull out a tube of herb paste? It should be in the left door of the fridge." Kellen heard him shuffle around in the fridge before his arm ca around his waist and Rhys put the tube of herb paste into his line of sight.

"Is this what you were looking for?" He asked, his lips close to Kellen’s ear. Kellen nodded, and the Captain planted a kiss against his shoulder again. He placed the tube on the counter, but out of Kellen’s way before extracting his arm from Kellen’s waist. Kellen didn’t want to admit that loss hurt him, and he didn’t have to because re seconds later, he was back. This ti he pressed himself against Kellen, and showed Kellen his options for cider. "We have a classic apple cider, or an apple pear cider. Your choice?" He asked and Kellen swallowed.

"Uh, apple pear please." He told him, not used to him touching him so casually after the two weeks of nothing, but Kellen wasn’t hating it either. He just felt shy.

Rhys set about getting them actual glasses instead of drinking out of the bottles before basically planting himself next to Kellen whenever he was moving around the kitchen, or had his arm around him whenever he was working in one place. They didn’t really talk, but Kellen could tell that both of them were slowly relaxing the more ti they spent touching each other.

Kellen made a quick red sauce, using so tomatoes along with the herb paste, and tomato paste. For the pasta, he used the past roller his Dad had gotten him to make long fettuccine noodles. He planned to boil them right before they needed them. For protein he blended up a can of beans with a bunch of spices, an egg for binding, and a little bit of flour as well, before shaking them into balls and pan frying them.

Rhys seed to be interested in everything that Kellen was doing. Even though he wasn’t asking questions, Kellen could tell that he was watching everything he was doing with rapt attention. He’d press a kiss against his shoulder or cheek every so often, almost like an afterthought. Kellen found himself kind of doing the sa thing.

Whenever he was about to take his hand away, Kellen couldn’t stop himself from watching him, and when his hands were clean, he would reach up with one hand and grab Rhys’ face. Pulling him close, he’d plant a kiss on his cheek and he would watch as Rhys’ cheeks would flush, and his eyes would lt into a warr yellow shade. By the ti that dinner was almost ready, his eyes were the colour of honey, all warm and sweet.

Then, once everything else was ready, he began to cook the pasta while Rhys set the counter for dinner.

Rhys found everything he needed without much of Kellen’s help, and had the wine poured for both of them as Kellen plated their food. Kellen wasn’t sure where the wine glasses ca from, but had a sneaking suspicion it was probably his Father. Given that his parents had permission to enter the Guild whenever they wanted, and there were not many people who would tell them no, there was a chance they could have snuck into his apartnt.

He knew it was nothing malicious, and given his Mom’s powers, who could really stop them?

Kellen hadn’t finished his cider by the ti dinner was almost ready, but Rhys had, so Kellen just slid his nearly empty glass towards his spot at the counter after he had plated the food. He began to at least get everything into the sink so he could put it into the dishwasher after. Rhys had taken out placemats, cutlery, napkins, everything, and had placed the fully loaded plates into place once Kellen had finished them. He then waited patiently behind Kellen as he loaded everything into the dishwasher.

Kellen made sure that the counters were wiped down, and everything was clean. This wasn’t a delay tactic, no, Kellen just knew that he wasn’t going to be coming back to the kitchen once he sat down, and he wanted to make sure everything was good before that. Knowing what normally happened, he didn’t want to leave Rhys to have to clean everything up. He pulled off his apron, and hung it up. It was the last thing he needed to do before he sat down.

Kellen turned, moving around the pillar that blocked his view for a brief second to find that the man who had been hovering behind him now stood in front of him, pulling out the stool for him to sit. Kellen’s heart lted at the eager, excited expression on his face. Kellen felt his palms begin to sweat, and wiped them on his ass before he approached and sat in the offered stool.

The Captain ca behind him, slowly pushing him in, his chest pressed against Kellen’s back and his breath fanning Kellen’s neck. A shiver went down Kellen’s spine as he remained there for a second too long, before moving the collar of the turtleneck down to plant a kiss on the spot he’d left a bruise on before.

He then sat down, placed his right hand firmly on Kellen’s thigh, with a bright, content smile on his face as he turned towards Kellen. He grabbed his wine glass and raised it. Kellen scrambled with his own, rushing to et Rhys’.

"To our first date." He said, and Kellen felt like his heart was going to lt out of his chest.