Chapter 79: The fear begins to set in
Kellen opened his eyes, his alarm blaring, and drowsiness filling his muscles. He reached out, slapping the alarm off as he stared up at the ceiling. He hadn’t been this tired in a long time, and he had a feeling it had something to do with the Captain and his antics.
Yesterday, he had proven to Kellen just how thirsty he had been. Kellen had been unaware of the Captain’s actual appetites, and had made assumptions. He’d known that Espers could probably get...hungry. But, he had also read textbooks in preparation. He knew averages, and assumed that, you know, Espers would be slightly higher than that. He’d also experienced side effects with the Captain, and he had wrongly assumed that the Captain had gotten uh, everything he needed done when with him.
He had been wrong.
Very, very wrong.
When Kellen had used the word attentive to describe the Captain to Terry, he was far off the mark. Kellen should have used the word competitive. The Captain did care about Kellen, he had made that very clear yesterday, but he had also made it clear that when it came to Kellen’s pleasure, and the Captain’s pleasure he derived from giving Kellen pleasure, it was a competition. A competition against Kellen’s own body and how far it could go.
Kellen vaguely remembered begging the Captain to stop yesterday, and the Captain had only chuckled. Telling him he could go farther, he could go one more time. Oh, how many times had he whispered those sweet, poisoned words. Only to immediately whisper them again once Kellen came. The man was relentless.
Kellen felt sore in ways he’s never had before, and it wasn’t as if they had gone further. The Captain had respected Kellen boundaries on most things yesterday, except when Kellen wanted to put an end to things. He felt that the Captain had murmured something about "training" but Kellen wasn’t sure what kind of training it was. Who would want to do that kind of training?! Kellen had pushed himself to the limits many, many times. Physically and mentally, and this was the worst he’d felt the day after before. He was fairly certain he passed out yesterday and the Captain had brought him up to room.
The alarm blared again and Kellen realised he’d hit snooze, and didn’t turn it off. Groaning, he rolled over and grabbed the phone, turning off the alarm proper. He had planned to go work out, but that just didn’t seem feasible given how his body felt.
Weakly, Kellen sat up, his legs shaking as he moved until he was sitting with them over the edge of the bed. He sighed, his muscles shaking. He wanted to curse the man who did this to him, but he was his pair. The curse would eventually bounce back on him, so he held it in. At most, raising his fist and shaking it in the direction of the Captain’s room.
"You have driven me up the wall." He muttered to himself, groaning as his muscles protested him getting to his feet. His legs shook like a newborn baby deer, and he wondered what it would be like when they went the whole way. Kellen went white. He was not ready. He was very much, in no way, ready.
Pulling on a T-shirt, and a pair of slightly baggy sweatpants, Kellen made his way down the steps. Holding onto the railing like his life depended on it. It was as if he had done a very hard leg day, but worse.