(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Some things do change

When Kellen showed up to the gym about half an hour later then he normally would, slightly dazed, and met Brent’s gaze, he had a fucking look on his face. He held it together through their first set, but when they took a brief water break, he let it loose.

"So...no longer Kellen the celibate?’ He asked, and Kellen thanked a higher power that he wasn’t drinking water at the moment of his question. Kellen took a moment to gather himself, shaking his head before he sighed, glancing at the damn sparkling green eyes on him, and smirked.

"Hate to break it to you, but we haven’t had sex." Brent’s eyes went wide, and at first, Kellen thought it was because he confirmed he was still a virgin.

"Oh my god, you just called it sex. You didn’t-I honestly didn’t expect this kind of development." What the hell did that mean? Why was he reacting this way?

"Brent, what the hell are you on about?" Kellen asked, and Brent grinned. He leaned against the bar of the bench press they had been using and took a sip of the water bottle he had been using.

"Kellen, you used to blush like a virgin and call it intimate skin relations or some shit like that. You wouldn’t even call it sex unless really pressed about it. For years I had to pussy foot around talking about it. Blew my mind, since you were the picture perfect Guide on the outside, but so fucking innocent on the inside." He gestured broadly. "But anything else related to it, you had no problems discussing. If I discussed eating a man out, not a problem. You just always never said the word sex." Kellen blinked, stunned he’d noticed something like that about Kellen that Kellen hadn’t realised himself.

"Oh. I had no idea." He muttered, and Brent laughed. His hand smacked Kellen’s shoulder before he clasped onto it and gave Kellen a shake.

"Why the fuck would you? I’m the horny pervert between the two of us, you clearly didn’t give a fuck about it. Get it, give a fuck?" Kellen rolled his eyes as Brent laughed. "It also didn’t impact anything. I’m just surprised at this development. I fully expected you to be like, ’no, the Captain and I didn’t go the whole way’ or some shit." Kellen felt his face flush as Brent attempted to fake his voice.

"I wouldn’t say it like that." Kellen protested and Brent laughed as Kellen shook off his hand.

"Oh yeah? How do you think you would have said it?" He teased and Kellen huffed.

"The Captain and I...well, I don’t need to think about how I would have said it, I already did." Kellen stated, realising he didn’t have to go along with him. Brent grinned at him, before getting up from the bench press and headed for their next destination. Kellen grabbed the towels they used to clean themselves up with from the bench press and followed him. Towards the sparring arena.

"Oh shoot, you didn’t fall for it. Maybe rolling around in the hay with Captain Thatcher has made you more aware of my teasing." He joked.

"We didn’t-ugh, I just know talking to you about this is going to make me lose brain cells." Kellen said, tossing the towels onto a post nearby to keep it off the floor. Brent pouted. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

"Awe, come on Kellen. You know that’s not my preferred method of loss of brain cells. And I would never do that with you, now, since I don’t have a death wish, and I don’t poach. Now come on, let’s go through the movements we want to teach those cute little Field Guides today." He pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side.

Normally, Kellen would do the same thing, but given the sneaking suspicion that Rhys had left more marks on him than even Kellen knew, he was hesitant to do so. Brent, like a shark sensing blood in the water, latched on. "Why aren’t you taking your shirt off, Kellen? You’re usually the first to go topless." He was louder than normal, and Kellen knew damn well it was because others were starting to trickle into the gym now. There was always the usual morning crowd, but Kellen swore he could hear Kill’s voice somewhere behind him, entering the gym.

Caught in a trap of his own making, Kellen sighed, and with one movement, pulled his shirt off and tossed it behind him. He knew his cheeks flushed as Brent whistled. He pretended to fan his cheeks.

"Can we focus, please?" Kellen asked, embarrassed, and Brent shook his head. He started to circle Kellen, clearly amused, while Kellen wanted this embarrassment to end.