Chapter 15

It was the next day when they spoke each other again. That is to say, Killer received another text message when he was working in the school library.

'I liked touching your arm yesterday.'

Another one quickly followed. 'You've got really nice arms.'

Killer smiled. 'I liked it too, your touch on my arm,' he sent back, his heartbeat speeding up. He really hoped no one would accidentally read his chat with Penguin.

'But who tf wears T-shirts in this weather?' was the message he got back. Killer looked at his own arm. He was wearing a T-shirt today as well. He just wasn't cold quickly. However, he had noticed he was one of the only ones at school who didn't wear a long-sleeved shirt yet.

He couldn't help but smirk. 'Are you complaining?'

'Only when other people flirt with you.'

Killer rolled his eyes. 'I can't help that.'

It was quiet for a while, but after a few minutes, Killer received the next text. 'I miss kissing you.'

Killer double checked if no one was watching him, then he sent a kissing emoji back.

'That doesn't count,' the immediate answer came. 'I want the real deal.'

Killer was thinking about what to send back for a moment. Of course, he wanted to kiss Penguin too, but he didn't know when he'd had the next opportunity for that. His father probably wouldn't go out for an emergency again anytime soon, and he usually worked while Killer was at school. Sure, sometimes a little longer, but…

'I wanna kiss you. I wanna feel your arms around me,' Penguin texted him.

Killer raised his eyebrows, his heart racing. Damn, he wanted Penguin too.

But apparently, there was more where that came from. 'I want to feel you body pressed against mine.'

'I want to feel your lips, your tongue…'

Killer bit his lip and he felt his dick twitch. Shit, he was getting horny.

'I want to run my hands through your hair.'

'Sit on your lap…' Penguin continued, immediately bringing Killer's memories back to last Sunday.

Killer looked around; afraid someone would notice his heated state. But no one was paying him any attention. When he looked back at his phone screen, he saw Penguin was typing again.

'Stop,' Killer texted back, before Penguin could send anything else. 'Fuck, Peng, we're at school.' He didn't know exactly where in school Penguin was, but it was short after lunch break, so Killer didn't think he was home yet. And since Penguin was texting him all this, he was probably pretty horny himself.

'What time are you free?' was Penguin's next message.

'After seventh period,' Killer texted back. He continued typing 'but my father…'

The next message came before he could finish his. 'Meet me behind the gym after seventh period.'

Killer stared at the message. Boy, did his body want to. Part of his mind as well. But another part of his mind was very aware that even though the suggested place was one where hardly anyone came, it was still a public place, and literally everyone could, theoretically, walk past there. It really wasn't a risk he was going to take.

So, 'No,' he answered.

Penguin sent a sad emoji. 'Please?'

'No, it's too public.'

'Do you know a better place where I can kiss and touch you?'

It that moment, Killer could only picture Penguin's hands roaming his body, and he felt himself getting hot again. Unfortunately, he didn't know a better place. He wrote back, 'Not atm.'

'Then I'll be waiting for you behind the gym.'

Killer sighed irritated. 'I won't be there.'

When he didn't get a reaction, he stood up and went to the restroom. He had to splash some cold water into his face.

The rest of his day at school, Killer regularly glanced at the messages. He had wondered what had brought on this change in Penguin. Before they'd kissed, Penguin had looked rather shy at times. Now there seemed no trace of that shyness left. At least not in his behavior towards Killer. Not that Killer minded. He liked seeing this confident side of him.

When the bell rang to end seventh period, Killer packed his things and made ready to leave for home. When he'd reached his locker and got out his bike helmet, he wondered if Penguin would really wait for him behind the gym. If he'd be smart, he wouldn't.

Killer slipped into his black leather jacket. But what if Penguin did wait for him?

It'd be his own mistake, a voice inside his head said. Sure, but would it do any harm to check? If nobody was there, nobody would see him either, right?

It wouldn't hurt to check, he decided. He'd feel bad if Penguin was waiting there for a long time while he just went home.

It took him a few minutes to get from his locker to the gymnasium, making sure he wasn't followed by anyone. The gym was just outside the main school building, and no one ever had a reason to be behind it. There were fences around the terrain, so you couldn't get to the school from that side. There was a sports field beside it, but it was pretty much always empty at this time of year. PE classes were mostly given inside. People only ever went behind the gym to smoke weed sometimes. Or to make out. Though most people didn't bother going all the way over there.

When he was sure no one followed him, Killer walked quickly along the side of the building. Reaching the end, he took a deep breath and turned the corner.

Penguin was there, leaning against the wall with one foot up against the stone, looking at his phone. He was the only one there. They were all alone.

Penguin looked up from his phone and a smile broke through on his face. "You came!" He put his foot down and pushed himself off the wall. "I was sure you'd go straight home."

"Me too," said Killer. He carefully put his helmet down on the ground and his backpack next to it. Then he shrugged. "But I felt bad for leaving you here."

Penguin gave him a good look over, and bit his lip. "You look so hot in that jacket."

Killer looked around one more time to check if there really wasn't anyone lurking around, and then crossed the distance between them. He lifted Penguin off his feet, and pinned him against the wall, catching him in a kiss.

Penguin moaned and immediately pushed his tongue inside Killer's mouth. Killer hungrily returned the favor. Fuck, he loved kissing Penguin. Their kisses felt so much better than his kisses with Bonney. Bonney had been a great kisser, but kissing Penguin? It just felt so right, it was heaven. Killer deepened the kiss some more, trying to feel as much of Penguin's mouth as possible.

After about a minute of kissing, they broke apart, panting for air.

"Fuck." Penguin chuckled. "Who are you, and what have you done to Killer?"

Killer suddenly became very aware of the fact that they were in public again, and quickly looked around. "You're right, this isn't like me," he said, taking a step back. "This is way too risky."

"No!" Penguin groaned. "Why did I say that?" He took a step forward, grabbing the edge of Killer's jacket, looking up at him. "I meant it in a positive way. There is no one here, come on."

"Not now, but someone could come around that corner at any moment," Killer voiced his fears.

Penguin let go of his jacket. "Then take a look around the corner to check if you see anyone."

That sounded reasonable. Killer walked to the edge of the backwall and carefully peeked around the corner.

No one. There was no one in sight. But what if…

"And?" Penguin asked, right beside him.

Killer looked at him and pushed him a little further away from the corner, so they'd be better hidden. "It's clear," he said with pounding heart and brought his lips down on Penguin's, pushing his cap from his head. This time the kiss wasn't as hungry, but instead much softer than the previous one. It was just as passionate, though.

Killer wrapped his arms around Penguin, letting one hand run from the back of his head, slowly down his back. When he reached the lowest part of his back, he hesitated for a moment, making sure he gave Penguin time to stop him. When he gave no sign of displeasure, Killer let his hand continue to Penguin's ass. He let his hand rub over the perfect butt a few times, before squeezing it softly.

Penguin let out the quietest moan, but Killer heard it and it made him feel slightly victorious. It also made him feel excited and he knew he was already half hard. They should probably stop it right there, but Killer didn't want to. It just felt like this was where he belonged.

While they kept kissing, he noticed Penguin's hand on his chest also went down slowly. When he'd reached Killer's crotch, he started slowly rubbing it through his pants.

Fffuuuck! For a moment, Killer lost himself in the sensation, but then he broke their kiss, and created a bit of space between them. "Not here," he said, panting.

Penguin looked away, his face red – whether that was from excitement or embarrassment, Killer couldn't tell. "You started it," Penguin said accusingly.

Killer took a deep breath to calm himself. "I know. I got carried away." He looked around. They were still alone.

Penguin looked back at him. "Well, now I'm horny."

Shit. It took all Killer's willpower to not kiss him again. "Yeah, well, you're not the only one." He took a step away from Penguin, just as a safety measure. "Let's both just go home and take a cold shower."

Penguin sighed. "Fine." He bent over to pick up his cap that had fallen onto the ground, sticking out his ass towards Killer.

Killer felt his dick jerk. He was sure Penguin was making a show on purpose.

Killer tore his gaze away from him and picked up his bag and helmet. When he turned back around, Penguin had his backpack over his shoulder as well.

"Killer?" Penguin started. He was hiding his eyes behind his cap and suddenly looked shy again. "I know you said we are dating… in secret… but, like…" His face reddened. "Does that mean, like…" He cautiously looked up into Killer's eyes. "Can I call you my boyfriend?"

Killer's heart made a little jump. Why was Penguin so freaking cute? He took the risk and stepped towards him again. With his free hand, he lifted Penguin's chin and kissed him softly on the lips. Who could say no to such a face?

"Not that there are many people you can say it to," Killer said as he let go of Penguin. "But you can call me your boyfriend… if I can call you mine."

A huge smile broke through on Penguin's face, giving life to the butterflies in Killer's chest. God, Penguin just had the most beautiful smile.

"Oh, I'm yours," Penguin confirmed.

Killer chuckled. "I'm glad we've got that settled. Now, I'm gonna leave first, and you wait here for at least two minutes before you go too, so no one will see us together." He kissed Penguin again. He just couldn't stop himself. "Promise?"

Penguin's smile didn't falter. "I promise."

The smile was still present on his face long after Killer was gone. Penguin waited a minute, resting against the wall and trying to get the butterflies in his chest under control. But they wouldn't calm down.

He opened his bag and got his pencil case out. After locating the permanent marker and uncapping it, he turned towards the wall. Quite a few people had written on there already, but there was still room enough for more. So, he wrote with big letters on the wall: 'P❤K'. He smiled happily. No one would know it was about them.

TBC~!

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