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.