"What did I do to deserve this?" Rhys asked, sounding suspicious. "Did I win the lottery? Fuck, you mean to say that if I confirmed that it was just me, you’d be naked under that apron?" Rhys asked and Kellen nodded. Rhys groaned. "I’m an idiot. I will not be making that mistake ever again." Kellen laughed.

The man sounded like he was truly remorseful, as if he hadn’t just had a taste of Kellen’s body and they had needed Taylor’s help for Kellen to recover. Kellen’s smile was bright as he fully turned around, resting his hip against the counter.

"You’re so dramatic, Rhys. You’re behaving as if I would never wear anything like this again." Kellen told him, and Rhys let out a shaky breath.

"You’ll do it again?" Rhys sounded so hopeful. Kellen swore even his eyes lit up.

"Why wouldn’t I? I cook and bake a lot, Rhys. Of course I’m going to continue to wear aprons." Kellen could see the man pout at Kellen’s words.

"That’s not a promise to wear just an apron for me." Rhys muttered and Kellen slowly pulled himself away from the edge of the kitchen counter and began to take a few steps towards Rhys. Rhys paused, his eyes wide as he watched and waited for Kellen to approach.

Kellen got close enough to put his hand on Rhys’ stomach, feeling the man tense under his touch.

"It isn’t?" Kellen asked softly and watched as Rhys’ gaze dipped dangerously into the swirling vats of gold that Kellen realised he was starting to love.

"You are a tease, Kellen Woods." Rhys whispered and Kellen’s lips curled up.

"That’s not something I’ve ever been accused of before. I think you’re the only one who thinks so." Kellen told him and Rhys gave a shaky breath.

"That’s not true. I bet there are a lot of Espers, Guides, anyone on the front lines who would beg to differ, but wouldn’t dare to do so because you’re my Guide now." Kellen stared at him, surprised that he would bring up the front lines right now.

"What?" Kellen asked and Rhys reached for him, carefully cupping his cheek. His hand was shaking slightly, his bottom lip trembling. Kellen wanted to close the distance between them and pull it into his mouth, but he held off. Rhys seemed to know what he was thinking and groaned.

"Fuck. Don’t look at me like that when I’m trying to be good." Rhys muttered, his shoulders shaking. "Kellen, you were unaware of others hitting on you. You were unaware of me hitting on you on the front lines. You worked out all the time, topless, all of your beautiful body on display. Of course you were a tease. The greatest tease of all time because you would stare those who hit on you subtly down without mercy." Kellen stared up at the man who was aching to touch Kellen more, and yet was explaining things to Kellen carefully.

Kellen bent forward, pressing his lips against Rhys’ in a soft, gentle kiss that had Rhys lingering, chasing his lips when Kellen pulled away. Rhys’ hand slid passed Kellen’s cheek, going around to cup the back of Kellen’s neck. His fingers were warm, kneading the skin there as he continued to kiss Kellen.

Soft, gentle kisses, not deep, not forceful. He was pleading to be able to do more. Kiss him more. Kellen’s hand on Rhys’ stomach clenched the fabric there, pulling them even closer. Kellen’s arm in the sling was the only thing truly keeping them apart.

Kellen was the one who opened his mouth first, Rhys letting out a small sound of victory as he delved into Kellen’s mouth. Their tongues twirled against each other, slow, measured, teasing. Rhys was taking his time, slowly seducing Kellen as his body began to warm and he felt his body begin to stir.

His fingers slid up into Kellen’s hair, gripping the hair there in teasing bursts. Tugging it gently, carefully, pulling the soft, needy moans from Kellen’s soul.

When he pulled away, pressing wet, open-mouth kisses against Kellen’s throat and neck, Kellen felt his eyes flutter open, his eyes drifting to the meal that he’d made, the cheese waiting and ready to be grated, and felt his lips curl up slightly.

"Can you make it to the bed?" Kellen asked sweetly, his voice breathy and Rhys moaned.

"Sugar, are you saying that I’m impatient?" Rhys asked, his hand tugging on Kellen’s hair painfully in a good way. Kellen let out a laugh.

"I’m saying I am." Kellen told him. Rhys shuddered.

"Fuck that’s hot." Rhys whispered, sucking against Kellen’s collarbones. "You’ve lost a lot of weight over the last two days." Rhys sounded a little upset at that. Kellen wouldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t actually happy. He wasn’t in a gate, he didn’t need the extra storage at the moment, and it was tedious to worry about how he had been inching closer to needing a new wardrobe.

"I’m not upset. I don’t have to buy more clothes now." Kellen said. "Plus, it was put to good use." Kellen told him. When Rhys raised his gaze to meet Kellen’s sparkling eye, Rhys paused. "I got to use it to guide you." Kellen told him, smug, pleased and Rhys’ face went up in flames.

"Alright, maybe I am impatient." Rhys muttered and Kellen laughed.

"Come here." Kellen ordered and Rhys came, raising his head to let Kellen capture Rhys’ lips. Kissing him carefully, softly, slowly exploring Rhys’ mouth in a teasing way that had Rhys shaking, his golden gaze glowing like a damn monster when Kellen pulled away. Kellen knew what that meant.

The man was worked up to a fever pitch and that was all because of Kellen and his kisses. It was a power that Kellen loved knowing that he had. That he could control him in this way. Kellen tightened his grip on Rhys’ clothes, his eyes scanning him and Kellen felt his body tighten. His ass squeezed tightly as he realised what he wanted.

He wanted Rhys, on the couch, inside of him with his uniform still on. Kellen let out a shaky breath.

"I put condoms on the coffee table." Kellen whispered. "I was really hoping you weren’t bringing someone with you home." Kellen admitted shyly, staring into Rhys’ monstrous gaze. Rhys blinked. Once, twice, and then Kellen found himself in the living room. Rhys was about to push him down onto the couch, but Kellen stopped him. He shook his head slightly and Rhys paused.

"What? What do you want, my love?" Rhys asked, his body held still with control that he had honed over the years. Kellen smirked.

"I want you on the couch." Kellen told him. "Sitting. Undo your belt, your buttons, and pull your cock out." Kellen told him. Rhys’ eyes widened at his words. Then he nodded, swallowing.

"Yes sir." Rhys let go of Kellen, slowly sitting down. He didn’t take his eyes off of Kellen, the sound of his belt buckle loud in the silence. Kellen watched him, entranced as the man did as he was told, his hard cock kissing the air shortly after. Kellen couldn’t breathe for a second.

When he’d sucked him off on the couch it had been a lot then. Now? In his flimsy apron and boxers? Kellen’s face felt warm with his own desire.

"Put a condom on." Kellen ordered and Rhys’ lips spread into a wide smile.

"Can you grab it for me, my love?" Rhys asked and Kellen nodded. He turned, grabbing the condoms in a fist. No elegance, no tact, just desperation. Kellen tossed them towards Rhys, watching as Rhys caught them in the air with his powers, his eyes molten as he stared at Kellen.

Kellen then took that moment to reach for his boxers. It was a harder thing to do, pull them off, but he couldn’t wait much longer. He wanted the man, now, his body literally shaking just because he wanted Rhys that bad.

Rhys’ gaze didn’t come off of Kellen as he shimmied and shaked out of the boxers, stepping out of them until he was only in the apron.

"Turn around for me, sugar. I want to see." Rhys’ voice was sweet, cloying. He was begging in the softest way possible. Kellen licked his lips, watching as Rhys rolled the condom down his cock. He was ready for Kellen, so this was the least he could do.

Kellen gave a slow spin, showing off the view that Rhys could have had if he had let Kellen know he was coming home alone. Rhys let out a groan.

"A foolish man I am." Rhys muttered as Kellen completed his turn. Kellen didn’t hesitate. He moved towards Rhys, placing his hand on Rhys’ shoulder as he raised one knee up, sliding it along Rhys’ thigh and then did the same with the other until he was resting in Rhys’ lap, his erect cock rubbing against Kellen’s ass. Rhys’ face was flushed, his pupils wide and Kellen was sure he didn’t look much different.

Kellen raised his hand, reaching up to run it through Rhys’ styled hair with a small smile before he slid his hand down to cup Rhys’ face. He leaned in, kissing him softly, carefully, raising his hips up as he did so. Rhys followed his lips, continuing to kiss him even as he reached for his cock, rubbing it against Kellen’s ass.

"Wait." Rhys whispered. "I didn’t grab any-" Rhys tried to stop and Kellen, greedy, plotting Kellen, nipped at Rhys’ bottom lip. Finally pulling the juicy thing into his mouth and silenced him.

"I prepped, waiting for you to come home." Kellen told him and watched as Rhys stared at him helplessly. Rhys kissed him deeper, pulling Kellen closer as Rhys slid his cock slowly, inch by inch, inside of Kellen. They moaned into each other’s mouths, the sound making Kellen’s body shake and shiver.

When Kellen knew that Rhys was fully inside of him, their skin flushed, Kellen pulled away from Rhys’ lips, a proud smile on Kellen’s face.

Rhys stared at him, his chest heaving, his face flushed and his lips a little puffy. Kellen had done that. Kellen was the one that had Rhys all tense, aching, and at his beck and call. Kellen licked his lips, squeezing his thighs tight against Rhys’, his ass clenching around the man inside of him. Rhys’ eyes fluttered closed for a second, a moan leaving his lips as Kellen reached out, running a hand over his clothed, uniformed chest.

He looked so handsome, so delicious, ruffled and his. Kellen knew his eyes were beginning to glow, the tell-tale sign of Rhys slowly lighting up with a blue colour.

"Mine." Kellen whispered. "This is all mine." Rhys’ gaze snapped open, his eyes flying to Kellen’s. Rhys’ chest rose and fell, his body twitching under Kellen’s for a moment.

"Yours. Always yours." Rhys replied and Kellen felt his body relax. He gave Rhys a warm smile, bending to let Rhys capture his lips again, kissing him deeply, lovingly, and Kellen slowly rose up before slamming his body down to meet Rhys’. That was the first of many times that Kellen and Rhys’ body met, grinding, clashing, melting into each other, their kisses just as desperate as their movements.

This wasn’t the desperate love-making they’d had when they had first laid together, but instead a gentle love-making that confirmed their feelings for each other. Kellen was supposed to seduce Rhys, and instead he found himself completely seduced by the other man. Kellen didn’t mind. Not when it meant he got to see him flushed, his moans loud in Kellen’s ears as he found sweet release all because of him. Kellen’s possessiveness was running wild, but Rhys seemed to like it. The same way Kellen was growing to like his.