(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: A secret for five

"A-Anyways, how is the gate, Hill?" Brent slapped his hand down on the table in between them, his eyes flashing.

"Oh no you don’t! Kellen! You’re in love with the Captain?" He asked, and Kellen knew his whole face went red. He raised his hands to cover his face, but knew he couldn’t hide it. He finally nodded and Hill let out a squeal.

"Oh thank the gods! I was so worried he wasn’t going to be able to woo you." She said, and Brent sat back with a snort.

"I had complete confidence that he would snag him. Kellen’s always had a weak spot for him." Kellen wanted the ground to swallow him up, while Hill gave Brent a confused look.

"What do you mean? Kellen and Captain Thatcher haven’t been-" Brent’s look shut her up. Hill’s eyes widened, staring at how red Kellen was, before she covered her mouth. "Kellen Woods! You liked the Captain?" Kellen groaned.

"My question is, how long have you liked Captain Thatcher? Hmm? Cause I remember when I finally got you to answer who you found attractive you basically described the Captain." Kellen wondered if his face was ever going to go back to a normal colour. The two of them leaned forward, eager to hear his response.

"I...It’s been a long time." Kellen muttered, and Hill let out a squeal. Her grip on Kellen tightened again.

"Oh my god. How long are we talking? The whole time you were on the front lines?" Kellen wasn’t able to control his expression well, and Brent laughed in the face of his discomfort.

"I don’t want to answer that. You’re going to judge me." He admitted softly, and Brent reached out, gripping onto Kellen’s other arm.

"We aren’t going to judge you. I always thought it was cute that you had a crush on him. Whenever either one of you thought the other wasn’t paying attention, you’d follow each other with your eyes. It was really cute." Kellen’s face couldn’t turn anymore red.

"If it makes it easier for you, I can tell you some stories about Captain Thatcher from the front lines. Is that a fair trade?" Hill negotiated, and was pleased when Kellen raised his head and gave her an interested look.

"You have stories?" He asked her, and she scoffed.

"Oh do I! I have so many I don’t even know what to do with them." Brent squeezed his arm.

"Take her up on it. I think it’s a good deal." He said encouragingly, and Kellen hummed and hawed for a minute before giving in. He knew he always was going to, he was just lying to himself for a moment.

"Well...alright. I’ll accept your terms." Kellen told her, and Hill pumped her fist into the air.

"Yeah! You go first." She said, and he winced. Fuck.

"I...I’ve liked the Captain since I was a teen. Right when he joined the D.E.C." He admitted and the two were quiet for a moment, before Hill wrapped Kellen up in her arms and picked him up from his seat, squeezing him.

"This is too fucking precious. Holy shit. Wait." She froze. "Have you told him?" Kellen felt their eyes like brands and he flushed.

"I-I! Of course I did!" Kellen protested, indignant. What kind of person did they think he was? Brent whistled, leaning back and releasing Kellen’s arm. His green eyes were warm as he looked over his fellow Guide.

"I’m actually impressed that you did. I would have thought you would chickened out." Kellen frowned and Brent moved away so that he couldn’t hit him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Kellen demanded, and Hill came to his defense.