Chapter 264: A condition most Guides complain about
It took Rhys several loads to bring all of the liquor in, and once he had, he laid it all along the living room walls. That way he wasn’t taking up kitchen space, and he could wave his hand and bring it to him. Kellen didn’t understand how that worked, and it didn’t seem like the Captain was in the right mood to explain his powers.
He was nervous, fidgety, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when the doorbell rang. Kellen didn’t even attempt to go answer it, especially since now that he’d sat down on his soft couch his thigh was causing him some pain. He also didn’t want to get into a fight with Rhys over it, so he just sat back and watched the man carry everything over to the living room coffee table.
He even brought over non alcoholic drinks and unpacked everything. Kellen watched him as he shuffled around, determined, and when he was finally done, he stood back at his full height, his hands on his hips. He hadn’t said anything to Kellen in the 10 minutes it had taken for him to get everything, unpack it, and lay it out nicely.
Kellen watched as he looked over his work and nodded to himself. Kellen did his best not to laugh.
"Are you ready now?" Kellen asked him, leaning against the couch as he watched him. Rhys glanced towards Kellen and nodded.
"Mostly. The rest can wait." He said before making his way to the couch. Once he’d sat down, he grabbed Kellen and pulled him close until they were back to chest and Rhys had his arm around Kellen’s waist.
Kellen was flushed, his heart racing in his chest as Rhys moved behind him. Everything that had been set out nicely on the table moved with a wave of Rhys’ hand and soon Kellen found a drink in his hand, a fork in Rhys’ one hand and a plate of food in the other.
"Since we’re a little close, I hope you don’t mind me feeding you, right?" Rhys’ soft words against Kellen’s ears had his head spinning, and before he knew it, they’d moved so that Kellen was sat across Rhys’ lap, his back against the couch as Rhys had moved them into the corner spot. Rhys had a soft, caring look on his face and he held a forkful of food up against Kellen’s lips, and Kellen felt a little woozy.
Rhys had done something with his powers again, and hadn’t waited for Kellen to agree or disagree with him. Kellen knew he should have been mad with him. It was clear that he was taking advantage of Kellen’s injury to do whatever he wanted, but Kellen couldn’t find it in him to be angry with him.
Not when the man was looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars in the sky, and his damn yellow eyes were soft like butter in his face. Kellen found himself allowing Rhys to feed him food again, but this time it felt even more intimate.
"Good boy." Rhys murmured when Kellen opened his mouth and took the fork inside. Kellen jerked.