I'm slowing down a little bit, and it seems like the (partial) lockdown will be lifted where I live next week too, which would mean I can go back to work again, but... I hope I'll still be able to post at least one chapter a week for a while. I'm going to try my best anyway!
But for now, enjoy this new chapter!

Chapter 16

"You look happy today," Law commented at breakfast.

Penguin couldn't stop his smile from broadening. "I am happy today."

His father smiled as well. "I'm glad to hear that. I take it things are going well with Killer then?"

Penguin blushed. Should he tell his father about that? He already knew Killer was gay, after all, so it wouldn't matter, right? He nodded. "Yeah… He's my boyfriend now," he said, but didn't dare to look his father in the eyes.

Law chuckled. "He is? Good for you, congratulations."

Penguin stared at his toast, not sure how to react. "Thanks," he mumbled.

"Did he tell his father yet?" Law asked.

Penguin snorted. "No, and that's not gonna happen any time soon either."

"Hm," Law said, as he placed his empty breakfast bowl in the sink. "That's too bad."

"Why?" Penguin ate the last bit of his toast.

Law shrugged. "Well, it would be nice if he could just be himself at home, wouldn't it?" He let the tab water run. "How is he at school? Is he out there?"

Penguin emptied his glass of juice and put both the glass and the plate next to the sink, hoping his father would clean up. "Nope. He's terrified to be seen with me. He's got only one friend who knows he's gay and he wants to keep it that way."

"Why?" This time it was Law who asked it, as he took Penguin's plate and glass into the sink seemingly unnoticing. "I thought everyone your generation was so accepting."

Penguin felt a little victorious for tricking his father into cleaning up his dishes, but pretended not to notice it. He shrugged. "Most are, but not everyone. But to be honest, I don't really get what he's afraid of either."

"Does everyone at school know you're pansexual?' Law asked him.

Penguin shrugged again. "Probably not, but I'm not hiding it. I just don't think people really care."

Law placed his hand on Penguin's shoulder and smiled. "I wish I'd had half your courage when I was your age." He thought for a second. "Except of course, then I wouldn't have had you, so maybe it was for the better."

"Honestly," Penguin said with a smirk. "I can't believe anyone ever even believed you were straight."

Law snorted. "I'll take that as a compliment." He started drying off the dishes. "But I want you to let Killer know that he's always welcome here."

Penguin nodded happily, glad his father accepted Killer so easily. "I will."

"Great." Law gave him the clean plate. "You tricked me into washing your dishes, now you will put them away."

Penguin snickered. "Fine." It wasn't that much work to put away two glasses, a bowl and a plate anyway.

"By the way," Law said. "I'll have to work till seven on Friday, so you'll have to cook for us. Is there anything you want to make? I'll buy groceries later today."

Penguin thought about it for a while. He had been cooking meals since he was 12, since having a single dad who worked irregular shifts meant Law wasn't always there to cook for him. But Penguin didn't mind that much. He knew it couldn't be easy, raising a son on your own. "Hm, burritos?" he suggested.

Law nodded. "Okay, but we're having the whole-wheat ones. Gotta eat enough fiber."

"Yeah, yeah." Penguin knew his father held fiber in high esteem. Penguin had bought regular burrito's once, and was reminded of it ever since.

"Now, don't you have to leave for school?" Law commented.

Penguin looked at the clock and cursed. He was going to be late.

He didn't see Killer a whole lot on Wednesday and Thursday. Penguin also decided to not send him any more spicy text, because the only thing that did, was getting himself horny, while he couldn't do anything about it. He'd just have to wait patiently until they'd have a moment alone together.

It was only Friday morning, when his father reminded him of his absence later that day, that he realized that moment might be sooner than he'd expected. He couldn't wait to tell Killer they could have the house alone. But he wanted to tell him in person, so he waited until biology, where Penguin would see him again.

When he stepped through the doorway, Penguin's face brightened when he saw Killer. However, his smile almost immediately disappeared again, when he saw the seat next to Killer was already occupied – by Drake. What the hell. Why was fucking Drake sitting next to his boyfriend?

Penguin scanned the room and saw that the seat on the other side of the aisle next to Killer was still available, so he quickly walked towards it. When he reached Killer, he softly let his hand brush against his arm, in a way he was sure no one would notice.

Killer looked up at him, and Penguin sent him a look that said, 'What the fuck?' But Killer just shrugged.

Penguin sat down on the other side of the aisle and immediately grabbed his phone. 'Why are you sitting next to him?' he texted Killer. A moment later, he saw Killer getting out his phone as well.

'I was here first, he just sat down next to me,' was his response. 'I couldn't really give a good reason why he couldn't.'

Penguin frowned at him, and Killer sent another message. 'I could hardly say I was saving the seat for my boyfriend.'

Killer calling him his boyfriend made him feel warm inside, and Penguin's anger melted away almost completely. He sighed. 'Fine.'

'But you'd better make it up to me.' After Penguin send his text, he started taking his books out of his bag. Next to him, he heard Killer snort.

During the lesson, Penguin frequently cast a look at Killer and Drake, but both of them seemed to be paying attention to what the teacher was saying, except for one time, when Drake whispered something to Killer, and the latter chuckled.

Penguin clenched his teeth. He couldn't let this continue. He had to do something about Drake. Without letting him know Killer was his boyfriend, of course.

He tore a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote on it: 'Stop trying. He's not interested.' Now he just needed to get it to Drake discretely, without anyone seeing it came from him.

When it was time for their five-minute break, Penguin saw to his relief that Drake stood up to take a walk. Penguin didn't waste any time and took the empty place next to Killer. As unsuspiciously as he could, he dropped the little folded note into Drake's open pencil case.

"Hey," he said to Killer.

Killer looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing? You hate me, remember?" He said as quietly as possible.

"Oh, I hate you, all right," Penguin said, a little annoyed. Then he lowered his voice a bit. "I just wanted to let you know that my father has to work till seven today. So I'll be all alone when I get home after this class."

Killer looked through his bangs into Penguin's eyes, a blush on his cheeks. "I've got one more period after this."

Penguin nodded in acknowledgement. "Well," he said with a sly smile on his lips. "You know where I live."

And with that he stood up and went back to his own seat. He didn't want to make the mistake of staying next to Killer for too long and Drake finding out he'd been sitting in his seat.

Penguin looked at his boyfriend, but found Killer just staring ahead. Penguin wondered if he was thinking about what would happen after school…

Drake returned and the class started again. Penguin was keeping an eye on him, to see if he'd find his note. He didn't have to wait long. With a surprised face, Drake took the piece of paper from his pencil case and unfolded it. He stared at it for a few seconds, and then glanced at Killer from the corner of his eyes. Penguin saw everything.

Then Drake started to look around. After a second or two, their eyes locked, and Penguin held his gaze for only a short moment, before looking away, so he wouldn't know it came from him. He just hoped the message had gotten through.

Penguin tried to concentrate on the text they had to read and the matching assignment. It was going relatively well, with Killer sitting just a few feet away from him. The prospect of seeing him in private after school probably made it easier to focus on something else right now.

He was halfway through the assignment when the person behind him tapped on his shoulder. Penguin turned around and his classmate gave him a folded piece of paper without saying anything. He took it, surprised to see his name written on it, and when he turned back, Penguin carefully opened it.

He suddenly went cold. The note read:

'You're so obvious.

X Drake'

Penguin's heart pounded in his chest, and he didn't dare look up. Shit, was he really? It couldn't be that Drake knew about them, right? No, that couldn't be. That probably wasn't what he meant. He meant it was obvious Penguin had written the note. Obvious maybe even that Penguin liked Killer. But there was no way he could know Killer reciprocated his feelings. Right?

Penguin tried to calm down. He hadn't exposed Killer's secret. He couldn't have, he was convinced of that. Still, it might be better if Killer didn't find out about this.

He quickly crumpled up the paper and checked to see if Killer had noticed it. Fortunately, Killer seemed to be working on his assignment. Drake, however, was staring right at Penguin and raised an eyebrow, looking smugly. He didn't look the least bit as if he would back off.

Penguin returned his look defiantly. He was ready for war.

"Penguin, could you read the assignment and the answer you've got, for us?" The teacher startled him from his thoughts.

Penguin's head snapped towards the teacher, his face getting red. "I'm sorry, sir, I haven't finished it yet."

"Well, let's hear what you did get then," the teacher pushed him. Penguin hated it when they did that. He hated it whenever he had to tell his answer before the whole class, but especially when he hadn't finished yet.

Still, he couldn't say nothing, so he answered as best as he could. At least it had taken his mind off of Drake.

When Penguin got home, he quickly started to make things ready for Killer's arrival. He had about an hour before he could expect him. So, he took Bepo out for a quick walk, and made sure everything was looking tidy in the living room and kitchen.

He fluffed up the pillows on the couch and started thinking of what they would do when Killer would arrive. They would have about four hours together before his father would come home. That was quite a lot of time. Maybe Penguin should make an effort to make the place look romantic? Where had Law hidden the candles? Did they even own candles? Penguin remembered having candles burning on special occasions, and after a short search, he found a few big ones in a cabinet. He placed them on the coffee table but hesitated before he lit them. Wouldn't it be too much? What if Killer thought it was lame? But on the other hand, what if Killer was disappointed that he didn't do anything special? And more importantly, wouldn't candles set the right mood?

Penguin nodded. Yes, he needed to make sure the mood was right. He lit the candles. If the mood was right, who knew what would happen. Penguin smirked as he thought about the possibilities. Something sexual was bound to happen. At least he hoped it would or he'd go crazy.

Suddenly, Penguin realized he didn't have any condoms. Not that he expected them to go all the way yet, but you never knew… It was better to be prepared. Then he remembered something his dad had said. "You can find it in the top drawer of my nightstand. As long as you use protection." Penguin shuddered. He didn't want to know where his father's condoms were. He didn't want to know his father even had condoms. Because if his father had condoms, that probably meant his father was having sex… Penguin shook his head to get rid of the disgusting thought. No, it was probably just a precaution that his father had condoms. In case he would need them one day… Not that that was a whole lot better.

Penguin walked up the stairs and took a deep breath before opening door of Law's bedroom. He probably wouldn't miss it if he took one, right? He probably never even looked at them.

Somehow, Penguin felt like an intruder when he walked into his father's bedroom. Which was odd, because he had been here a billion times. But never before had it been to take a condom, and even though his father had suggested it himself, he still felt like he had to sneak around. Penguin sat down in front of the nightstand and sighed. Let's get this over with. He opened the top drawer.

His eyes widened when he saw the contains of the drawer. Horrified, he shut it again. What. The. Fuck.

He stared at the nightstand for a while, in shock. But after he had a moment to recover from the horror, curiosity took over. Carefully, he reopened the drawer and peaked inside.

Yep, those were definitely sex toys. Lots of sex toys. The dildo was the first thing that caught his attention. It was pretty big, Penguin noticed, though there was also a slightly smaller one lying in the drawer. He also saw something he thought was a butt plug, and a whole lot of things he couldn't identify, which he was glad about. Because even though he didn't know exactly what they were or what they were used for, they had the unmistakable aura of sex toys. He didn't want to know what they were used for, and Penguin didn't dare touching any of them.

In the front of the drawer he saw a box and two bottles. Carefully he picked up the box, and let out a relieved sigh when he saw it contained condoms. Thank God it was nothing else. He opened the box and took one square package from it. He noticed the box was half empty already. Checking the expiration date, he saw they could still be used far into the future. Penguin quickly closed the box and placed it back again, forcing himself not to think about the implications that held. He checked the two bottles. Toy cleaner and a lubricant.

For a moment Penguin was contemplating if he should take the lube with him as well, but then decided against it. They probably wouldn't go so far that they'd need it today. Penguin wasn't sure he was even ready for that. And if they would go there after all… He could always come back to grab it.

He closed the drawer, put the condom into his pants pocket, and stood up. He had barely closed the door of his father's bedroom behind him, when the doorbell rang.

Penguin smiled. Killer was here.

TBC~!

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