Chapter 409: Going to the front lines with the Captain, part 1
Rhys hated leaving Kellen for even a second. He hated that he was still in the bed as he dressed in his uniform at an ungodly hour in the morning. Even with all of the guiding that Kellen gave him the day prior, Rhys still wanted to make sure he had as much time to poke around on the front lines and then come back before nightfall.
If he did, he was sure that Kellen would worry. He’d like to limit that. The man was already a worrywart, he could at least do his part to make it better for him.
Rhys stood over Kellen, watching the man as he slept. Kellen liked to sleep nude, which certainly helped Rhys out, but he made sure to tuck the blankets around the man as he slept. He was on his stomach, his arms sprawled, his leg up as he breathed softly. Staring at his back, Rhys sighed.
He wanted to touch him. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to surprise him, have the taste of Kellen on his tongue to get him through the day. However, he knew that Kellen needed his sleep more. Kellen’s skin wasn’t exactly free from his possessive touch. Bruises, kiss marks, and other hazards that came from them being together covered his skin. Some fresh, some old. The several healing bite marks that littered the back of his neck were a good sign of that.
His sweet man. He’d miss him. He would have loved to see the look on Tom’s face when Kellen showed up with Rhys in tow in the place he had fled to to avoid them. Rhys smiled evilly. Well, he’d just have to be his worst nightmare. That was fine.
Finally, Rhys sighed. He couldn’t stall anymore. Gently, carefully, he touched Kellen’s shoulder, rousing him from sleep. Kellen’s eyes fluttered before they opened. He didn’t wake up confused. He’d never had.
Instead, Kellen blinked, before an emotion washed over his face and he steeled himself.
"Is it time?" He asked. It sounded so formal, so official. If Rhys couldn’t see the way his blue eyes were scanning him, his blue gaze burning his skin hidden by his uniform, he would have thought the man didn’t care. Kellen just tried to hide it well.
"Yeah. I have to go. Be good, alright?" Rhys said, leaning in and kissing his boyfriend. Before he kissed him again. Kellen let out a soft exhale when he pulled away, turning so that he could stare at Rhys properly. He was on his side now, his bare chest on display.