Chapter 151: Moving onto the next course
"To our first date." Kellen repeated, taking a sip of the wine. Kellen was pretty sure he didn’t taste it as Rhys’ hand slid up his thigh, closer to his crotch. He almost choked on the wine, in fact, but saved himself the embarrassment of coughing uncontrollably at the last second. Rhys didn’t seem to notice, and turned his attention to the food.
"I’m excited to try everything. It smelt so good when you were cooking everything." He told him and Kellen nodded. Trying to forget about the hand on his thigh.
"I hope the beanballs taste okay. I kinda just whipped them up." He said, and the man squeezed his thigh with his hand. Kellen froze.
"I’m sure they’ll be delicious." He said, glancing at him with that damn sparkling honey gaze of his.
They spent the next few minutes just eating, but Kellen knew the damn Esper was moving his hand closer and closer to his crotch. He wasn’t even sure if it was a conscious act on his face, but it was making Kellen’s heart jump into his throat. He barely tasted anything he put into his mouth, he was so focused on where his hand was at all times.
Kellen finished eating before Rhys, and then had the pleasure of sitting, sipping his drinks, and watching the Captain enjoy his food. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and Kellen was happy about it too. Smiling, he watched him, finishing his cider and moving onto the wine. He noticed eventually that Rhys’ cheeks were going red.
"What’s wrong?" He asked, and Rhys finished his bite, then took a sip of his wine before answering.
"Well, you’re looking at me with some pretty heavy eyes there, Kellen. What’s on your mind?" He asked and Kellen flushed.
"Oh, I was just happy you were enjoying what I made." He admitted and he sighed heavily. Kellen grew confused as he put down his fork, turned, and wrapped his now free hand around Kellen’s neck. Pulling him closer, he kissed him deeply, and wetly. Kellen could still faintly taste the wine and sauce from the kiss, and Kellen found himself leaning into him, trying to get closer. He wrapped his own hand around his neck, his other one still holding the glass of wine. Rhys only pulled away once he had made Kellen’s toes curl into his slippers, and he had a dazed look on his face.