(BL) Hunting The Field Guide

"Rhys, um, you aren’t doing that." Kellen told him, trying to restrain his smile. He had a feeling that Rhys wasn’t going to take it well, given how...odd he was at the moment. Rhys laughed.

"Oh, I can’t agree. I feel, god, fuck, I feel like I’m a kid again. Okay. Calm down Rhys. It’s just a jacket." Rhys stepped away suddenly from Kellen, and Kellen swayed at the loss. Rhys looked him over, trying to steel his expression. "It’s just some fabric. That I’ve worn. That I’ve imagined you wearing, and nothing else." Rhys’ eyes began to glow. A vibrant golden colour and he groaned, closing his eyes. "Fuck."

Something snapped inside of him, and Kellen felt his whole body begin to tremble before he started laughing in earnest. He bent over, much to Rhys’ confusion, and laughed. He couldn’t breathe, he was laughing so hard.

"Why are you laughing?" Rhys asked, and that only made him laugh harder. He couldn’t explain it. Something about this whole situation just...tickled him.

"I just." Kellen had to cut himself off. He couldn’t speak through the laughter. Rhys watched Kellen as he laughed, his expression growing more and more strained as he watched him.

"Go ahead. Keep laughing. The longer you do it, the more of your clothes that are going to come off." His threat didn’t even make sense to Kellen. Why would it be a problem if his clothes came off?

Kellen hunched over, wheezing, and Rhys’ eyebrow twitched. He tried to keep a straight face, with firm lips, but Kellen could tell that they were twitching. He was trying not to laugh himself.

"I’m sorry." Kellen gasped. "I don’t know what came over me." Rhys grumbled.

"Well, I know what is going to come all over you if you don’t behave yourself." He warned, and Kellen snorted.

"That’s not a good threat." Kellen told him, slowly reeling in the fit of giggles that had overtaken him. "I don’t mind if you do that." Kellen replied, and Rhys’ eyes narrowed.

"You don’t, do you?" Kellen nodded, but then hesitated for a second.