(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: It is not supposed to be an activity for two (suggestive)

Kellen was having a hard time meeting his gaze. He felt it was fair. He was having a lot of his personal history being put on blast. His hands were sweating, and he wiped them on his pants. His mouth felt dry, and he tried to swallow before he glanced at Rhys, and then turned his gaze towards the boxes on the bed.

"Do you...remember when we didn’t talk for two weeks?" Those damn two weeks. They were haunting him.

"I do. Was it then?" Rhys asked and Kellen jerked his head up and down. "With words, Kellen." Rhys ordered gently. Kellen’s heart was a drum in his chest. Damn it. When he used that voice, Kellen had a hard time resisting telling him everything.

"Yes." Kellen croaked.

"Good boy." Kellen glanced at him, his gaze narrowing, but Rhys’ gaze was burning. He was staring at Kellen like a beast, starved, and Kellen didn’t know what to make of it. He had to look away, his breath caught in his throat, before he turned his gaze back to the boxes on the bed.

Any protest about Rhys calling him that was gone. There was no way he could argue with a man who meant the words. He wasn’t teasing him. A shiver ran down his spine.

"Where?" Rhys asked next. Softly, carefully, and Kellen let out a shaky breath. He raised his hand and pointed to the closet. Rhys turned his head, his headlights for eyes turning to stare at the smaller room. "The closet? Why?" Rhys asked and Kellen swallowed.

"I-In case anyone came into the apartment. I could hide it quickly." Kellen told him.

"Hide what? My photos? What were you doing in the closet, Kellen?" Kellen felt his face grow hot. Damn it. He had wanted to have a reasonable conversation with Rhys, or that was what he thought he wanted. The more Rhys spoke to him like this, barking orders like they were on the front lines, the more Kellen’s knees felt weak. His breathing came out in ragged breaths, and his head was growing a little fuzzy.

He wouldn’t even talk about his cock. His pants felt too damn tight. _{freёwebnovel.com}

"I was masturbating." Kellen muttered, nervous, shaking.

"How were you masturbating that you were so worried that someone would walk in on you?" Rhys asked and Kellen closed his eyes for a minute. He could see where this was going. He could feel in, and a shiver ran down his spine.

He knew Rhys well enough by now that he could tell what he was getting at. Kellen couldn’t come out and say it. There was no way right now. He was too much in his feelings. Shit.

"I had...do I really need to say this?" Kellen cut off, his lips shaking. Under normal circumstances, he would have had no issue telling it all. He might be flushed, and flustered, but masturbation was completely normal. Everyone did it.

But he was just...feeling vulnerable today. That was it. That’s what he was feeling.

So having to reveal all of this to Rhys, right now? Embarrassing. He was very embarrassed.

"Why are you hesitating to say this? You normally have no problem with this." Rhys countered and Kellen bit his lip. Rhys’ body jerked, but he remained in his spot. "Kellen." He warned and Kellen felt his gaze begin to dart around.

"I-I’m embarrassed, okay? I know I wouldn’t normally have issues with this, but I just feel sensitive, and it’s been so long, and this is all from those fucking two weeks when you wouldn’t even look at me and I-" Rhys was across the room, his hands cupping Kellen’s face.

"Shh. It’s okay. Sorry. I didn’t mean to push you this far. It’s okay. I didn’t forget that you don’t have good memories of that time, I just..." Rhys closed his eyes, the bright beams giving relief to the room around them before he opened his eyes again. Rhys’s expression was a little softer this time. "I just...I want to know what you did. I’m jealous of you masturbating, alone, without me." Kellen snorted, nervous.

"That’s the whole point, isn’t it? It’s called masturbation. It’s kinda meant for only one person." Rhys grumbled.

"I don’t like that. I would rather you masturbate in front of me than alone. I don’t like you being alone." It would be heartwarming in any other context. His care and consideration would be appreciated. Not when it came to Kellen wanting to stroke himself in private.

"Am I not allowed to?" Kellen asked and Rhys sighed heavily.

"No. You are allowed to. You are allowed to do lots of things. I just don’t like the idea of you being lonely and masturbating to me alone. I hate that idea. If you don’t want me to touch you, fine. Whatever. But don’t do it alone. I could even be in another room. Just call me, video call me so that I can see. I want you to know that your desires are okay, they are fine, and I would never, ever reject you for having them." Kellen’s eyes watered. Damn it.

The man was a pervert, but he understood what he was trying to say.

"So, what did you do, Kellen? How did you touch yourself while thinking about me, looking at me? What were you wearing? What made you cum? Tell me everything. I want to know every last little detail about you."