Chapter 49: Honest in his desires (m)
"What do you need, Kellen?" The Captain asked, his lips continuing to kiss the Guide’s skin below him. Kellen tightened his grip on the hands above him to almost bruising.
"My boxers. Your boxers. I-I need them off. Please." He could feel his eyes watering as his voice wavered. The Captain didn’t hesitate. Between one blink and the next, both sets of boxers were gone without either of them moving. They were now fully skin to skin. It was too much for poor Kellen, whose whole body shook at the contact. He gasped as he came, clinging to the hands that kept him on his feet. The Captain froze.
"Are you alright?" He asked tenderly while Kellen gathered himself.
"Y-Yes." He inhaled a shaky breath, before exhaling. Kellen’s head felt a little clearer, and he was able to string another sentence together. "I normally have to jerk off to calm down. That’s why Taylor was being vague about it. Partners usually...help each other." He muttered, his cheeks burning. He was slightly embarrassed now, but not enough to complain about how tightly they were pressed together. The Captain, who had been worried he’d done something he shouldn’t have, pressed his face against Kellen’s shoulder, and wasn’t able to stop the grin that formed on his lips. He pressed a kiss against the skin, pleased when Kellen shivered at his touch.
"Ah, it makes sense now. Good thing we’re in the bathroom then, eh?" He pulled away from Kellen’s shoulder, and when he met Kellen’s gaze he could tell that as much as Kellen had regained a part of himself, he wasn’t whole. He chuckled at the anxious man before him. "Relax, I’m not going far. I want to start the shower." Kellen felt frantic at even the mention of him leaving his sightline for a second.
"It’s so hard to breathe without you Captain. I get scared." He confessed and the Captain’s chest tightened. He exhaled, lowering their joined hands until he took Kellen’s hands and pressed them against his chest.
"Just 15 seconds, I promise. Then you can cling onto me like I’m some kind of saint once you’re wet and warm, alright?" Kellen didn’t want to let go, but knew that the Captain wasn’t a liar. It might even be less than 15 seconds.
He nodded, taking in a deep breath before he removed his hands from the Captain’s chest on his own. His leg snagged on the Captain’s as he took a step back, and the man smiled down at him for a second before striding over to the large shower. The shower was huge, taking up half of the room, and Kellen only vaguely thought it was bigger than the one he had in his own apartment. Kellen’s eyes watched the Captain’s movements like a man starved, and he hoped the Captain felt it.
As soon as the shower was turned on, and he had checked the temperature, he was spinning on his heel towards Kellen. Moving quickly. he covered Kellen’s body with his own again, threading his fingers into the younger man’s dark hair and pulling his mouth towards his. He devoured his mouth in an all consuming kiss. Kellen kissed back, holding only his neck with a bruising grip. He knew his nails had to be digging into him, but the Captain said nothing. The Captain pulled away mid kiss and was blessed with the image of Kellen, lips kiss-bruised, confusion awash in his blue eyes.
"Captain?" He asked and Kellen was greeted with the golden gaze of a beast.
"If you ever look at another man like that Kellen, he’s dead." He warned, and that only made Kellen’s confusion deepen.