Chapter 125: B.D.D. to the rescue
Kellen didn’t know how long the two of them remained glued together, kissing and holding each other, but in his opinion, it wasn’t long enough. The Captain was the one who stopped them. He had removed the dazed, kiss-swollen Kellen from his grasp, and taken a hand towel and cleaned them both up. He’d placed Kellen in one of the stools against the island, found his shirt, put it back on him, and kissed him on the forehead.
True to his word, he had reheated the food, and Kellen found himself seated at the island with steaming tea, steaming food, and the Captain beside him with a hand on his thigh. Stunned, Kellen felt like the moment they had shared just a few minutes before was a dream. It was the gold of the Captain’s eyes that gave away what had truly happened.
"Eat, Kellen. You burnt a lot, and you need to keep your body weight up. I hated seeing you so skinny when I saw you again after a few months." He was being quite bossy, but his eyes were teasing. He was rubbing Kellen’s thigh soothingly while eating his own food, but his touch was quite distracting.
Kellen took a sip of his tea before trying to focus on his own food. He wasn’t used to others touching him, especially on his thigh, but he did eventually get used to it enough to eat calmly. The Captain finished before Kellen, and had turned himself so that he could use both of his hands to touch Kellen. At some point he had switched what hand was on his thigh so that he could play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Kellen couldn’t make eye contact with him, so he focused on finishing his food to end the small touch that the Captain was giving him.
When he finally glanced at him, wiping his mouth with a napkin, he found that the Captain had a smug, happy look on his face and his eyes were soft.
"When did you finish?" Kellen asked, and he smirked.
"Oh, after you, like a gentleman." Kellen’s jaw dropped, before he blinked and grabbed his tea, pouring the liquid into his mouth in an effort to stop himself from saying anything rash. "If you were asking about dinner, about five minutes ago. I don’t have to eat as much as you, so I enjoy watching you when I’m done. You’re a very enthusiastic eater." Kellen felt his face heat up at his smirk.
Kellen knew what he was implying, and he was going to ignore it.
Sure, they’d...jerked each other off, but that was just practise! Just. Practise! He was sure that it could be used as a form of guiding. Absolutely. Even if he found the Captain incredibly attractive, and good with his hands and tongue, that didn’t mean that they were anything beyond a pair. This was normal for a pair. Totally normal
The Captain bent forward, his lips grazing Kellen’s ear as he spoke. "I wonder how deep you’ll be able to take my cock into your mouth, Kellen. You didn’t try to go that deep. Do you have a gag reflex? We can always do that kind of training too, if you’d like. I can give you first hand experience, because I don’t." Kellen spit tea all over the counter, coughing.
"C-Captain Thatcher!" He leaned back, an unrepentant grin on his face.