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Chapter 13

It was a slow Sunday. Penguin was lying on the couch, playing a game on his phone, while his father was occupying the other couch, also engrossed by something on his phone. It seemed like he was texting someone, but Penguin couldn't really care. He wished he himself was texting with Killer, but he still didn't have his phone number, nor had he gotten any indication Killer had saved his.

At a certain point Law cleared his throat. "Why don't you go take Bepo for a walk. And make it a long one?"

Penguin put his phone away and raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"You don't get out of the house enough. Just hanging on the couch isn't doing a lot for you," his father answered. "A nice long walk will do you good, and Bepo will enjoy it too. Why don't you go visit Shachi? His mom loves Bepo."

Penguin wanted to tell him that Shachi wasn't home, but then he thought of something else he could do. He could let his father think he was going to Shachi. He sat up. "Fine."

"Great. Let me know when you're headed back," Law said. "So I'll know when to have dinner ready."

Penguin cast a look at the time. It was barely 3 o'clock, so that said enough about how long his father expected him to be gone. "Yeah, fine," Penguin said. He didn't know if his plans would last that long, but he sure hoped so.

He put on his coat and called Bepo, who immediately came running towards him at the prospect of a walk. Penguin put the leash on his dog and opened the door.

"Have fun! See you later!" he heard his father say while he pulled the door close behind him.

Instead of going left, towards Shachi's home, he went right, in the direction Bepo had led him a few weeks back. This time he knew where he was going, and it took him only about ten minutes to reach Killer's street.

However, this was about as far as his plan went. Go to Killer's home. And then what?

As he reached the right house, he noticed that the hideous car of the family wasn't in the driveway. So, that either meant Killer wasn't home or that he was home alone, Penguin deduced. After all, Killer had said he wouldn't be driving it himself.

As Bepo walked up the driveway, Penguin decided to let the dog lead and followed him. He walked up to a window and peered inside. It was quite dark in the living room, and he didn't see any sign of life. He decided to walk around the house. If nobody was home, there would be nobody to see him either. He carefully explored the side path and the back yard of the house and let Bepo wander around freely. Penguin peered inside again and saw that he had found the kitchen, where one single light was burning, which someone probably had forgotten to turn off.

He turned around and saw Bepo urinating against a small tree in the middle of the yard. "Bepo, no!" he said punitive. He put Bepo back on his leash and walked towards the front of the house again, hoping the dog's actions would go unnoticed by the owners of the tree.

At the front, he cast another look inside, but nothing in the living room seemed to have changed.

Someone cleared their throat behind him. Penguin spun around and saw an unfamiliar lady looking at him.

"Can I help you?" she asked. Only now Penguin realized how suspicious he must have looked. This was probably a neighbor who was ready to call the police on him.

"Oh, no, I was just looking to see if my friend's home," Penguin hastily explained himself. "I'm not a burglar, I swear."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "It's only because of that cute dog that I believe you. But know that I live across the street, and I won't hesitate to call the cops if I see anyone breaking in."

Penguin smiled sheepishly. "I'm glad to hear it."

He waited until she was back in her own home before he let out a deep sigh. He should have thought this through.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and got it out. It was a message from a number he hadn't saved in his phone. 'Want to come in?' it said. It took Penguin a moment to realize from whom the message could be. Then he turned back to the house, and when he still didn't see anyone in the living room, he looked up. Killer was looking at him from behind a window on the second floor.

Penguin's heart sped up and he couldn't help a grin breaking through on his face. Of course, he wanted to come in! So, he texted back: 'Sure'.

Killer disappeared from the window, and half a minute later, the front door opened. Killer leaned against the wall near the door. "You could just ring the doorbell, you know."

Penguin didn't want to tell him that he hadn't mustered up the courage to do that, and at the same time he wondered how long Killer had known he was there. "I wanted to check if I saw your father first," he explained, it being only half a lie. "Are you home alone?"

Killer nodded. "My dad just left. Said I shouldn't expect him back within two hours." He shrugged. "Probably an emergency at work. He left quite suddenly."

Penguin nodded and after a short, awkward silence, asked: "So, can I come inside?"

Killer made room for him to pass. "Yeah, come in. Bepo is welcome too."

Penguin smiled as he walked inside. "You remembered his name."

"Of course," Killer replied as he shut the door behind them. "Who could forget such an adorable face?"

Penguin's smile got even bigger, and as the dog leash slipped from his hand, he pressed Killer against the wall and kissed him on his lips.

It took a second, but then Killer was kissing him back. Penguin's cap fell off his head, but he didn't care. It didn't take long before he felt Killer's tongue asking for entrance, and Penguin gladly let him in. Their tongues rubbing against each other was the best thing he'd ever experienced. God, he was in heaven.

After a while, Penguin felt Killer's hands on his back, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss even more. Their bodies were now pressed close together, and Penguin began to feel a stirring between his legs. Fuck, he hoped this moment would never end.

And it didn't end for a long while. They didn't know how much time had passed when Bepo barked loudly. The couple broke their kiss, panting, and looked at the dog, but Killer still held his arms around Penguin.

"Seems like someone's missing attention," Killer said.

Penguin never wanted to leave Killer's embrace. "I'd be jealous too, if you'd give someone else this much attention," he said softly.

Killer looked at him and kissed him again. This resulted in an almost immediate bark from Bepo, and they broke apart, chuckling.

"Just give him a bowl of water and he'll probably be okay," Penguin advised him.

To his dismay, Killer let go of him. "Okay." Killer gestured toward the coat rack. "You should probably take off your coat."

Penguin nodded and gave him some room to move, while he started unbuttoning his coat. He would probably have taken off way more if Killer had asked.

When he had hung up his coat, he followed Killer, who had walked into the kitchen to get a suitable bowl for Bepo's water.

"So, what does your father do, that he can be called away on a Sunday?" Penguin asked him when he reached the kitchen.

"He's a car mechanic," Killer answered him. "It doesn't often happen that he gets called in for an emergency, but sometimes if something bad has happened, or if it's a very demanding customer he doesn't want to lose…" He had found a bowl and placed it in the sink. Meanwhile, Bepo had arrived in the kitchen as well, watching them curiously. "He didn't say what it was or where he was going this time though."

Killer placed the filled bowl on the ground. "Here you go, buddy." Bepo looked at him with suspicion at first, but when Killer petted him, he seemed to decide the boy was okay, and carefully started to drink from the water.

"So, what does your father do?" Killer got two glasses from the cabinet. "Want something to drink?"

"Sure, water is fine." Penguin answered the second question first. "He's a cardiologist."

"Sounds fancy." Killer filled up both glasses with water. "That's like a heart doctor, right?"

"Yep, he works at the hospital."

Killer took the two glasses and let the way to the living room. "Yeah, I think you've mentioned that before." Penguin followed him, wondering what was going to happen next. To be honest, he didn't want to talk about their dads anymore. He wanted to talk about Killer if they were going to talk at all. But he'd much rather go back to kissing.

Killer put the glasses down on the coffee table and sat on the far left side of the corner sofa. When Penguin hesitated for a moment, he smiled and gestured him to come closer. "Sit. Like I said, my father won't be home for a while."

Penguin chose to sit down as close to him as possible. "So when there's no one here to see you, you suddenly want to be with me?" He knew he shouldn't have said it, but he couldn't help himself.

Killer sighed, but brought his hand up to Penguin's hair, letting his fingers run through the short strands. Even though Penguin disliked his hair, he loved the touch of Killer's fingers on his head, so he didn't say anything about it.

"I do want to be with you, but it's just way easier if we don't have to care about what others think," he said.

"Then just don't care," Penguin replied. Sure, he'd be a little afraid that people would start bullying them, but he could handle that, if it'd mean he could kiss Killer whenever he liked. Besides, he thought the more people showed different kinds of love, the more people would get used to it.

"I don't know how you can say that. How you can not be afraid of people finding out." Killer still played with his hair. "I thought you were very brave when you asked about gay sex, during sex ed. Aren't you afraid people will treat you differently when they find out?"

Penguin shook his head, carefully, so he wouldn't chase Killer's hand away. "Not the people I care about."

"It's especially the people I care about!" Killer shook his head. "Maybe it's because of your father that you aren't afraid of that."

"What's my father got to do with it?" Penguin was getting a little annoyed. They were talking about his father. Again.

"He's just so relaxed and open minded and gay, you think everybody is like that, but they aren't."

"I should hope not!" Law could be a little too open minded for Penguin's taste. He groaned. "Can we just not talk about my father, please?"

"Let's just not talk about it at all anymore, and just enjoy it while we can," Killer suggested, and Penguin couldn't agree more. He leaned forward and kissed him before he could change his mind.

Killer moaned softly into the kiss, sending pleasant vibrations through Penguin's body, making him deepen the kiss. When they parted for air, Killer breathed heavily. "I like your hair. You should show it more often."

Penguin looked at him with disbelief. "No. I hate my hair."

"Okay, then show it more often just to me," Killer said, as he let his hand run to the back of Penguin's head. "Because I really like it."

Penguin leaned into the hand. It felt so good. "Fuck, fine. Only for you."

Killer grunted approvingly and kissed him again. After a while, the kissing became more hungrily, and Penguin moved, so he could straddle Killer. He brought his hands to Killer's head, partly to deepen the kiss, partly to feel his long blond locks between his fingers. Penguin couldn't help but smile. "I like your hair too," he said, breaking the kiss. "It's as soft as it looks."

Killer chuckled and kissed him again. Penguin got lost in the pleasure of that wet, hot mouth, that strong tongue, and those soft lips. He completely lost track of time. He wanted to stay there forever.

The longer they kissed, the more he felt a stirring in his groin, and without thinking, Penguin started to move his hips. The friction made him moan quietly.

Killer bit softly on his lower lip, before breaking the kiss. "Fuck, Peng, what are you doing?"

With effort, Penguin stopped his hips from moving. "I'm sorry, I can't help it, you're just too hot," he said, hazy with lust.

"No, don't be sorry," Killer said, moving his own hips up. He opened the button of his pants, while bringing his lips back to Penguin's. "Don't stop."

When they continued kissing, Penguin started rolling his hips with newfound passion. He could feel he wasn't the only one who was rock hard by now. Fuck, this felt so good. Both he and Killer moaned into each other's mouth, as their kiss became uncontrolled and sloppy.

Killer was the first to break the kiss, panting heavily. "Fuck," he managed to say between breaths. "Fuck, Peng, I'm–" He bit hard on his own bottom lip, while throwing his head back.

Penguin barely registered it, as he kept moving his hips and the pleasure soon overwhelmed him. He came with an embarrassingly loud moan. Panting, he laid his head on Killer's shoulder. "Fuck."

Killer laughed, exhausted. "That's what I said." He stroked Penguin's back. "I'm just glad I'm not the only one who came that fast."

Penguin chuckled, because he was right; they hadn't lasted very long. And that only by dry humping. This was really embarrassing. Or it would be, if they hadn't both been in the exact same situation.

After they'd had a moment to regain their breath, Killer softly nudged Penguin in his ribs. "Let me get some tissues."

Penguin climbed off his lap and let himself fall into the cushions of the sofa, a smile on his face. Damn, this visit had turned out better than he'd expected.

It didn't take long for Killer to return with a box of tissues. He took a few out and then threw the box on the table, next to the untouched glasses of water. "Clean yourself up," he said, as he started to do the same. Penguin first decided to drink some water, before taking out a few tissues and following his example.

Killer looked at the clock. "Shit, it's already past five. You gotta go before my dad returns."

Penguin looked disappointed at him. He still wanted to hide it? After all this?

"Don't give me that look," Killer said. "We can keep doing this… if you want. But only in secret." He walked towards Penguin and gave him a kiss on the lips. "And isn't it kinda exciting? Dating in secret?"

Penguin's heart made a little jump when he said 'dating'. So that was what they were doing now? That didn't sound too bad. He sighed. "Fine, but on one condition. I can tell Shachi about us."

"That's not how secrets work." Killer shook his head.

"But I have to tell someone. And you can trust Shachi for 100% with your secret." When Penguin saw that Killer was still in doubt, he continued, "Haven't you told Bonney about us then? You said she knew you were gay."

Finally, Killer sighed defeated. "I have. Fine, you can tell him, but if he ever tells anyone else, I will kill him."

Penguin smiled. "I will mention that to him." He placed a kiss on his lips. "It will be hard to pretend there's nothing going on when I see you at school though."

"Pretend you hate me then," Killer said. "That might make it easier, and people will easily believe it."

Penguin laughed shortly. "Okay, I'll try that."

Killer took Penguin's hand and let him to the hallway. "You really gotta go now though."

Penguin accepted this and called Bepo. The dog came immediately, from the direction of the kitchen. Penguin wondered if he had been sleeping there.

As he put his coat on, he gave Killer a good look over and laughed. "You've done a poor job of hiding the damage." He let his finger run from Killer's chest, down to the bottom of his shirt, near the fly of his pants, where a big wet spot was still visible. "You'll probably want to change your shirt before your dad arrives." He gave Killer one last, tender kiss, before opening the door. "See you tomorrow."

Killer smiled at him and put Penguin's cap back on his head. "See you at math."

TBC.

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