(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372: This feels like it’s inappropriate (suggestive)

"So, this is how you normally dressed?" Rhys’ words washed over Kellen as he adjusted. Kellen cleared his throat, nodding as he tugged on the sleeves of his jacket. He was wearing the jacket that Rhys had given him forever ago. It was also the jacket he had gotten used to wearing around the house.

That was all he was wearing.

It was also open, not buttoned up, and Kellen was comfortable in it beyond the fact that he was being stared at by Rhys. He felt a bit like a piece of meat with the way that he was watching him, but what else could he say?

Rhys was supposed to watch him right now.

Kellen shifted, swallowing as he reached out and gripped onto the dildo he had selected. It was the one with a suction cup and the one he had used while thinking about Rhys. He had put it next to him as he sat on the bed, but Rhys had convinced him to shift back on the bed until he was up against the headboard, a few pillows behind him. It wasn’t exactly perfect for what he had planned, or what had been asked of him, but he could at the very least attempt to do it.

He did think riding the dildo would be harder on the bed since it was a soft surface, even with him sitting on the box, but it would probably be nicer on his knees. That he could look forward to.

Rhys’ gaze was warm, piercing him as he shifted awkwardly. He could feel Rhys’ gaze on his cock especially. Kellen didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Kellen was hard. He would be willing to accept more semi hard, but he was hard. His mouth was dry as he squeezed the dildo.

"Yeah. It was easier to clean up if I was like this." Kellen told him and Rhys made a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat.

"I see. Very practical. I like it. Sounds like you." Rhys told him and Kellen freaking hoped it sounded like him. He really didn’t want Rhys to even suggest he was comparing him to someone else right now.

Rhys was sitting at the other end of the bed. He had put as much distance between him and Kellen as the bed would allow. It felt more like he was at an art gallery than in bed with him, if it wasn’t for the fact that his cock was out, hard, and was drawing Kellen’s attention with every little shift Rhys made.

Kellen slid his gaze to the boxes which had been put to the side. Kellen was a little nervous still and hadn’t grabbed one. He would need one if he wanted to ride the dildo properly and show Rhys what he had done exactly.

"Um, could you grab me one of the shoe boxes? I need it if I’m going to show you what I was doing properly." Kellen asked and watched as Rhys’ gaze flared, his nostrils widening as he inhaled sharply, but he nodded.

Rhys got up, his cock still out, and bent, grabbing the first box on top. It looked to be the newest box and Rhys’ grip on it left dents as he handed it over to Kellen.

"Is this what you need?" Rhys asked, and Kellen met his intense gaze before he nodded. He couldn’t stay looking at Rhys in the eyes for too long otherwise he felt he was going to lose his ability to do this.

"Thank you." Kellen whispered, and Rhys chuckled.

"It’s so strange to see you this meek. Take your time, Kellen. I can wait. You just...stay like that, and I’ll figure something out on my own." Rhys murmured, and Kellen felt his stomach tense. He knew that Rhys liked the way he looked. He wasn’t an idiot, and Rhys had made it clear before.

Kellen glanced down at his body. His thick thighs, covered in scars, his muscular calves, and the fact that his abs were on full display. They were tense, fully defined, and that was because Kellen hadn’t drank enough water today. He’d been a little lost in thought, more focused on consuming food then drinking enough water. Kellen had rather large pecs, and his nipples had always been a problem. They had always been perky, but it was clear that Rhys had no problem with that.