(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 138

Chapter 138: All eyes on me Chapter 138: All eyes on me “So?

Are you excited?” Gwen asked, more of Brent, then Kellen.

She already knew that answer.  “I’m excited to see what happens.” He responded, a slight smile on his lips, but his body was still a little stiff.

Gwen smiled at her brother.  “They wanted to take sibling photos of us first before we did our individual shoots.

Cool, huh?” Kellen gave her a nervous nod and she smacked his back, bouncing back with a grin as Kellen winced internally at the strength of her arm.

“Oh, stop being such a worry wart!

You’ve always been like this.

You’ll do great.” She grinned at her handsome brother, while he seemed more concerned with something else.  He was watching Brent, and how Brent was watching his sister.

As far as he knew, Casper was in charge of Gwen’s guiding, even though Brent had taken on a bulk of the new recruits, both classes.

It had been intentional.

Brent had flat out refused to guide her behind closed doors, and Kellen didn’t know if that was out of fear of what he would do, what Kellen would do to him, or what Gwen would do.

All were plausible excuses.  “You know I’m not good with flashing cameras.” Kellen said.

Gwen rolled her eyes at him.  “You’re a fucking liar.

You just hate how you like them too much.” His cheeks flushed as Gwen grinned at her older brother.

She glanced at Brent.

“Dad did a photo shoot with Kellen when he was a kid, and he was amazing.

Dad sent the photos off to some magazine for kids and they got selected and put into the magazine.

There was a time when Kellen almost became a model, but some kids bullied him about it at school and ever since he pretends he hates cameras.

He gets all nervous, wipes his hands on his pants, and then fucking kills it.

You could tell by the press conferences too.

The man looooooooooves attention.” Brent wrapped his arm around Kellen’s shoulder, pulling him close.  “Awe, don’t tease him too much.

Our little Kellen will get all embarrassed and try to run and hide.” Both of them made noises at Kellen reminiscent of a child sucking on a pacifier, trying to embarrass him.

It worked, and Kellen felt his face heat in anger as well.

He clenched his hand, shoving Brent’s arm off of himself.

He was about to defend himself, when the photographer called out to them.  “Alright, Woods siblings, your turn!” The photographer waved at Gwen and Kellen, and Gwen pranced over without a glance back.  Taking a deep breath, Kellen glanced over at where Hill and the Captain were, and found both of them still engrossed in whatever they were working on.

That familiar twinge acted up in his chest, and he cleared his throat.

He made his way to where Gwen was, all giddy and big smiles.

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and the others were also smiling just as wide.  “Alright, so the directions are simple.

We’ll ask you to get into a couple of poses, but if you’re unsure what we mean, don’t be afraid to ask.

Right now, you two are a big, happy family, so we’re going to get a couple close shots of you two.

Alright?” Kellen and Gwen nodded, with differing levels of enthusiasm.  They then proceeded to boss the two of them around.

They did shots with Kellen and Gwen having their arms around each other’s shoulders, standing back to back holding fake guns, sitting down with their jackets open, glaring at the camera, making silly faces at each other, winking at the camera, and several other poses.  Finally, after much chattering, they were done with the sibling photos.

They then brought Brent in so that the two of them could do photos of the two new Guides.

These photos were similar, but slightly different.

Lots of interchangeable positions, like Kellen having his jacket off but holding it over his shoulder, and Brent doing it in the next set.

Lots of similar poses, but there was a more tense expression.

Kellen and Brent looked serious, instead of like siblings.  Except for one.

It was an accidental photo, where Brent was supposed to be slightly taller then Kellen, but he tripped getting onto the box.

Kellen caught him, and given the seriousness of the situation, it broke the tension and the two laughed, Kellen holding Brent in his arms.

The photographer had snapped a photo of that, and said it turned out well.  After they were done, they sent them away for a bit to give them a break, and get some Esper shots in.

They were…a little more intimate compared to what they had been doing, and it made sense.

They couldn’t really do those shots with Kellen and Brent, with Kellen being the new pair of their Captain.  Some of the Espers carried others on their back, princess hold, like a sack of potatoes, etc.

There were shots where rain came down from the sky and two Espers would touch each other’s faces, butt grabs, tit grabs, one was behind the other and pretending to open the other’s pants, slowing running down someone’s abs from behind, pretending to kiss in the rain, oiled up, it was intense.  The amount of skin on skin contact without it being an erotic scene was astounding.

Honestly, if Kellen hadn’t seen as much as he had, he would have been scandalized.

Brent was loving every minute of it.

So was Hill, Kellen found out, as he heard her whistles front eh sidelines.

Watching Gwen be paired up for a group photo was very difficult as her big brother, but he didn’t want to stop her.

She seemed to be…having fun.

He paid less attention to her photos, for his own sanity.  After a few more group photos, and a few snacks and shakes later, they started doing individual shoots.

Pamela pulled Brent aside to speak to him while they were cleaning up from the previous shoots.

Kellen wasn’t clear on what she was asking of him, but when Brent laughed, and grabbed his arm that was his prosthetic one, he was pretty sure he might have an idea.  They had Brent go first since they wanted to get individual shots of them both in their uniforms.

This shoot was a little different, since they focused a lot of their shots on Brent’s gloved hands, and where they were.

They had him take off his jacket, undo the buttons on his shirt, but all of the shots still focused on his gloves.

He never fully took off his shirts, only peeking a shoulder here and there, maybe a strip of his abs.

If they were going for the coy vibe, it was working, doubly so since it was Brent.  They also oiled him up at some point, and had him take basically the same photos when he wasn’t oiled up.

As much as the man had complained, he still had an incredibly set of abs, he just wasn’t as wide as he used to be.

Someone wet his hair at some point, which admittedly was getting long for him.

Then they had him take the shirt off to pull on just his jacket, showing off his chest.

The way Brent looked at the camera without anyone giving him direction…the smirks, and winks, and lip licking….

Kellen was incredibly grateful he never fell for his trap.

There were a couple of Espers around them that Kellen knew weren’t going to be able to resist such a sweet temptation.

The photographer was one of them.

She was eating it up with both hands.

Then, after a shot of him being oiled up, being rained on and slowly licking his lips while sitting in a chair in a spotlight, they said they were done with him.  “Kellen, you’re next.” Pamela’s voice held a particular tone to it, and nervous, Kellen approached as they cleaned up.

Brent patted his shoulder as he passed him, giving Kellen a thumbs up in encouragement.

Kellen appreciated it, but he was no Brent.  They started with semi normal poses, but slowly he felt them devolving into the exact same poses Brent had been doing.

They tried to get him to do the winking and smirking, but Kellen was too nervous to be able to get his face to move in the same way.  At one point, the photographer pulled Pamela aside to have a chat with her, and after about five minutes of what seemed to be a rather serious conversation, they pivoted.  They started doing more shots of his face in the shadows, hiding his expression.

Focusing more on his abs and pecs, instead of his face.

It made the shoot go easier for him.

Finally, he was doing the exact same pose that Brent had done as his finisher, and Kellen was beginning to feel relief.

Then, he heard Pamela raise her voice.  “Captain Thatcher, come over here.” Stunned, Kellen looked up, his eyes easily finding the Captain even as the lights shone on his face.

The Captain had been looking down at his phone, typing away a response to an email or text, when he jerked up, surprised.  “You want some photos with the both of us?

It’s been quite some time since I’ve taken photos, Pamela.” The Captain’s little smirk along with his words did something to his gut.

Kellen clenched his hands tightly against the edge of the metal chair he was still sitting in, before releasing it.

Thankful for the fact he wasn’t an Esper, otherwise the chair could have broken.  “Oh, don’t pretend you aren’t dying to get your hands all over Kellen with the excuse of taking photos with him.

Get over here.” Her voice was teasing, but firm.

The Captain sighed as if greatly put upon, before smiling and making his way over.

Kellen felt his whole body tremble.

He hadn’t done anything besides holding his hand for over two weeks.

He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to handle this.

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