(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Keep your eyes on me, Captain Chapter 139: Keep your eyes on me, Captain Kellen felt his heart race as the Captain came closer and closer.

He was so shocked he didn’t notice the duo of Espers who had come over to dry his uniform and hair and make sure he was in perfect working order.

Once that was done, they removed the chair from the shoot area, and cleaned up the water as well.  They then had Kellen stand in the middle of the area, and had the Captain come behind him.

He wrapped his arm around his shoulder, and his other arm they had him stick in through his jacket, and into his shirt, until he was touching Kellen’s stomach.

They had them look at the camera directly first, before they had the pair look at each other.

Kellen felt incredibly awkward, and wasn’t sure what he should do with his hands.  They then had Kellen turn around and the Captain palm his ass, and as soon as he felt the Captain get a good grip on him he felt his face flush.

Whoops went around the room, with Hill leading them.

Kellen felt the Captain’s grip tightened, and worried his pants might rip.  He ducked his head into the Captain’s chest, unable to make eye contact with him.

They hadn’t touched like this in weeks, and Kellen wasn’t sure what to think of this, but his heart was racing in his chest.

He was worried that it was so loud that the Captain would be able to hear it with his S Class Esper hearing.  They had a few more…tame photos of both Kellen and the Captain in their full uniforms, before moving on the next set of photos.

This one had Kellen in just his shirt and pants, and it was a lot of suggestive poses, hinting at something deeper.

Kellen was beginning to feel like a pretzel, even with his clothes on.

Slowly, with each change, Kellen found himself with less and less clothes on, while the Captain kept his whole uniform on.

It came to head when Kellen was practically in his underwear and shoes only, and Pamela had asked the Captain to put on his fucking hat.

Kellen felt something snap inside of him.

“Why am I the only one undressing?

And why is Captain Thatcher the only one in these photos who appears to hold power?

Why is it being implied that he’s undressing me?” Kellen demanded, sitting up from the position where the Captain had him pressed against the floor, his hands above his head, with his lips hovering over Kellen’s.

Kellen was covered in oil, and he was fucking pissed.  Pamela stared at him, along with the photographer.

Even the Captain was staring at him, as Kellen yanked his shirt from where it was on the floor just out of frame and pulled it on to give him some decency.

It felt like the room held its breath.  “O-Oh.

I didn’t even think about it.

Alright, what would you like to do, Kellen?” Pamela asked hesitantly, and Kellen felt a swell of something inside of him.

He knew he had anger and rage inside of him, but there was something else mixed into it too.

Kellen opened his mouth.  “I want to do everything over, but I want to be the one undressing him.” He demanded hotly, glancing at the Captain, just to see if he would protest.

Instead, he found the Captain covering his mouth, his face flushed.  “I don’t oppose this.” He said rather quickly, and Kellen huffed.

He got dressed once more, and the Esper assistants dried him off again.

They reworked the set back to the original scene, and this time, they switched positions.

They provided Kellen with a box to stand on, just so that they could get the exact same shot that they had done, and Kellen got into position.  A slow, rolling rage had been building inside of him.

For what felt like hours, he had been rolling around with the Captain, holding positions he’d only ever had in dreams, and the Captain hadn’t reacted once.

No teasing, no jokes, not even a fucking smile in his direction.

It was taking everything inside of Kellen to not explode more, honestly.

From anger, from something else, he wasn’t sure.

But this feeling inside of him was enough to drive him insane.

If he wasn’t going to react because he’d mostly not had his hands on him, well, that was going to change right fucking now.

Kellen was going to make him feel the way he had felt this whole goddamn time.  Kellen started with the first shot, wrapping his arm around the Captain’s shoulder and his other hand deftly undoing the buttons in his way on the Captain’s jacket and shirt till Kellen touched bare skin.

He stared at the camera over the Captain’s shoulder, his chest tight with his emotions.

Someone gasped, but no one said anything was wrong, so Kellen paid it no mind.  They moved through the same positions that they had put Kellen through, but instead it was the Captain now, but there was a slight shift in the atmosphere of the studio.

Kellen didn’t know what it was, but he ignored it.

He was slightly pleased with the turn of events as the Captain got more and more undressed, and Kellen remained fully clothed.

Kellen felt a smirk touch his lips as he stared at the camera, and the lights flashed.  The next thing he knew, the Captain was getting oiled up and they were pressed against each other, his hands holding him with such ownership that if Kellen wasn’t still riding his own powerful emotions he would have been flustered from having so many eyes on him.

The photographer had a strange look on her face, and so did Pamela when he glanced at the two women.

The two had a quick chat, before the motioned to the pair that this portion of the shoot was over.

Kellen relaxed his tense shoulders, moving so that he wasn’t looming over the Captain.

The Captain quickly got to his feet, and Kellen followed suit, stretching out his shoulders.  “Woo, alright.

That’s enough in this outfit.

Uh, Kellen, can you come over here for a sec?” Pamela asked, and Kellen nodded, approaching her.

The Captain came with them, and Kellen glanced in his direction, before turning his attention to Pamela.  “What’s up?” He asked, and she fiddled with her clipboard before she spoke.  “Have you ever modeled before?” She asked, and Kellen blinked, surprised she would ask that question given what he assumed was a pretty awful photo shoot before.  “No.

I never have.” Despite what Gwen had said earlier, taking a couple of photos as a kid with his Dad didn’t count, especially since they hadn’t done anything like that since.

The tension in the room solidified, and Kellen finally grew confused.

What was going on?

Did he do something wrong?

He wasn’t sure what was going until the Captain cleared his throat.  “Shall we look at the photos while they get the next model ready?” He asked, an easy smile on his face.

Kellen nodded, surprised he’d suggested it.

No one had reviewed anyone else’s photos yet.  He took Kellen’s hand in his, his chest bare and covered in oil, and practically dragged Kellen towards the photographer.

She was going back in her photo gallery rapidly, and Kellen could feel Pamela looming behind him.

The photographer finally found the beginning of the photos, and spun the screen towards them.

For some reason, it felt like the three of them were in on something, while Kellen was in the dark.

They started at the photos where the Captain was the one in control of the framing for the photos.

They were good photos, and you could tell that Kellen was a little nervous in all of them, but the Captain made up for that.

Then we got to where Kellen had taken control.  Stunned, Kellen stared at his own face, his hands possessively on the Captain, and felt his face heat.

The Captain sucked in, his hand squeezing Kellen’s.  “I look feral.” Kellen said out loud, and Brent snorted.

Kellen hadn’t realised that he’d joined them.

He’d been so engrossed in the photos.  “Un, not the word I would have used there Kellen.” He said, and Kellen glanced at him, and his dancing green eyes.  “What would you have used then?” He asked, clearly unsure.

He grinned.  “You look like a man starved.

You’re possessive, but it only got worse from this point on.

I swear, your eyes had to be glowing at some points during the shoot.” Kellen wanted to cover his face in embarrassment, but he also couldn’t stop looking at the photos.

They were mesmerizing.  The photo where he had been on top of the Captain on the floor, fully clothed with his jacket undone while the Captain lay beneath him, looking ready to be devoured stuck with him, since Kellen had the smallest of smirks on his face.

The Captain had looked ready and willing for Kellen to have his way with him.  Kellen covered his mouth as he stared at the photo, but they continued scrolling.

Another stuck out to him for a similar reason.

The Captain had half of his shirt off, his bare shoulder and some of his abs exposed.

They were both standing, and Kellen had his shirt open as well with his arm around the Captain.

Kellen’s face was shadowed, but his eyes were glowing and the Captain was looking back at the camera, over his shoulder.

He had his hands placed on Kellen’s shoulders, the fingers tight enough that you could see the imprints of his large fingers in the thick fabric.

His eyes were glowing bright yellow, only he seemed to have a little smirk on his face while Kellen was possessive.

Kellen looked…starved, famished.  Oh my god.  “Go get changed you two.

We’re going to want to do some Field Guide shoots next.

We’ll take photos of you two together, then alone, and then once more with Captain Thatcher, Kellen.” Pamela ordered, breaking Kellen’s concentration as he stared, stunned at the photos he had just taken.  He let go of the Captain’s hand stiffly, unaware until that moment that he had been holding onto it tightly like a lifeline.

He couldn’t meet the Captain’s gaze, even though he could now feel his gaze on his face.

Swallowing, he turned and led the way to the changing area, Brent in tow.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB That’s it, let the rage consume you Kellen.

You’re doing great.