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.