So, apparently I didn't slow down as much as I thought, lol. So here's the new chapter!

Warning: This chapter contains smutty bits ;)

Chapter 17

Killer parked his motorbike on the side of the driveway, where it was partly hidden from the street by a tree. He took a good look around to see if nobody was watching, before taking off his helmet and locking his bike. With racing heart, he ran a hand through his hair to remove any flatness the helmet had caused, and walked up to the front door.

He was slightly nervous, even though he didn't know why. He was really looking forward to being alone with Penguin, but being alone with him in an environment he wasn't really familiar with, was somehow different. Of course, he'd been to Penguin's house before, but that time their fathers were both present. Now they'd have the whole house to themselves. Killer had no idea what would happen, but he was eager to find out.

He rang the doorbell, and after a second, he heard Bepo barking. It sounded like someone was hurrying down the stairs, and a few moments later, the door was opened.

Penguin stood there, holding Bepo back, and smiling. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," Killer answered, a smile appearing on his face as well, as his previous nervousness slid off him.

"Come in," Penguin said, stepping aside while holding the door open.

As Killer walked past him, he gently took Penguin's cap from his head. "Hmm," he hummed. "Much better."

Penguin blushed and mumbled something incomprehensible as he closed the door behind Killer, making the latter smile even broader. God, he was cute. Killer placed his helmet on the entryway table and put Penguin's cap on top of it. His bag he put on the floor beside it.

He opened the zipper of his jacket when Bepo walked towards him and started circling him. Killer laughed. "Hey buddy." He crouched down and ruffled the dog's fur.

He caught Penguin leaning against the closed front door, watching him with a tormented look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" Killer asked.

Penguin sighed. "Yeah, that jacket." He shook his head. "Take it off, you look way too hot in it."

Killer chuckled, standing up, and did as his boyfriend said. Putting his jacket on the coatrack, he asked, "Better?"

Penguin walked towards him and sighed dramatically again. "Surprisingly, no. It must be you, who's hot."

Killer snorted and when Penguin was within reach, he pulled him in for a long and passionate kiss.

After a few moments, Penguin tried to move them while they kept kissing. Killer didn't resist, but when the back of his legs hit something and they heard a small whine, they quickly broke apart.

"I'm so sorry, Bepo," Killer apologized to the dog he had just bumped into.

Penguin groaned. "Don't pay attention to him, he's a drama queen." He clicked his tongue. "Bepo, go to bed." He pointed to the dog bed that was in the back corner of the hallway, and Killer was impressed when the dog immediately went there and lay down in it.

"Good boy," Penguin said, and he took Killer's hand to lead him to the living room.

Killer smiled when he saw the burning candles on the coffee table. It seemed like Penguin had made an effort to make the place look nice for him.

Penguin led them to one of the couches. "Now, where were we?" he said as he pulled Killer down with him on the couch.

Killer landed with one knee next to Penguin and one between his legs, and he could just stop himself from crushing his boyfriend underneath him. Penguin was half lying down on the couch, his head on the armrest and looking up at him with dark eyes.

Killer returned his gaze, strands of his hair falling down to from a curtain between them and the rest of the world. "Well, not here," he answered jokingly. "But I don't mind." Using one hand to keep his hair out of both their faces, he bent down to kiss Penguin. First softly, but he soon started using his tongue and the kiss became more passionate.

Penguin sneaked his hand into Killer's hair and deepened the kiss some more. After a while, Killer felt the hand move to his back, trying to push him down, but Killer kept leaning on his arms to keep a bit of distance between them.

"I want to feel your body on mine," said Penguin hungrily, after breaking their kiss.

"I don't want to crush you with my weight," Killer brought in.

Penguin frowned. "You're not going to crush me."

He tried pushing Killer down again, and this time Killer let him. For half a second there was an expression of slight discomfort on Penguin's face, and Killer smirked. "Told you so."

"No, this is fine," Penguin said, but Killer didn't believe him.

"Wait," he said. He shifted his weight and pushed Penguin slightly more to the side, so Killer was half lying on top of him, half next to him, against the back of the couch. This position was more comfortable for him, and it had to be more comfortable for Penguin as well. He pushed his arm underneath Penguin, so he could sort of hold him. "Better?"

"Oh, just kiss me again," Penguin said, and Killer gladly complied.

They lay kissing on the couch for a long time, when Killer felt a hand move over his back, lifting his shirt a bit. He gasped when he felt Penguin's fingers on his naked skin. Penguin's hand moved under his shirt, and everywhere he touched, it sent sparks trough Killer's body.

Deepening the kiss some more, Killer let his own hand wander up to the front of Penguin's shirt and let it slip underneath the fabric. A squeak escaped Penguin's throat.

Killer broke their kiss, first chuckling, then full out laughing. He hated how his laugh sounded, but he just couldn't stop himself. "Are you ticklish?"

"Stop laughing at me, it's not funny!" Penguin tried to look angry.

This only made Killer laugh more. "You're adorable," he said, kissing Penguin's jaw.

"I don't want to be adorable," Penguin complained. "I want to be hot."

Killer grunted. "You can be both." He kissed him on the side of his neck. "You are both."

He heard Penguin gasp. "Shit, that feels good."

Killer smirked and kept kissing his neck, while sneaking his hand back underneath Penguin's shirt. This time Killer felt his stomach muscles spasm, but only for a moment, and Penguin didn't make a sound – to Killer's slight disappointment. He slowly let his hands wander upwards, towards his chest, and he felt Penguin's hand on his back move again too.

When Killer placed a kiss right above his collarbone, Penguin let out a soft moan, which went straight to Killer's groin. His hand had reached Penguin's chest, and he let a finger rub experimentally over his nipple.

"Ahh," Penguin moaned, arching his back slightly. Killer bucked his hips involuntarily.

"Killer," Penguin said hoarsely. "Let me take off your shirt."

Killer let go of Penguin and leaned on his arm again, to give his boyfriend some room to do what he wanted. Penguin's hands went to each side of his shirt and pushed it up. When he wanted to pull it over his head and arms, Killer helped him a little, and then the shirt was gone. Killer felt the cool air around him, but wasn't really bothered by it, since he was already feeling pretty hot.

Penguin staired at his chest with hungry eyes. "Fuck, you're sexy."

Killer bent down and slowly started to push up Penguin's shirt as well, while placing little kisses on his stomach, up to his chest as he revealed more skin. "You're not so bad yourself." He pushed and pulled the shirt over Penguin's head and dropped it next to his own on the floor.

He lay down and started kissing Penguin on the mouth again, their half-naked bodies pressed together. Killer let out a quiet moan. The skin-on-skin contact felt so good! Penguin's chest felt hot, and he knew his own body temperature was going up by the second as well.

He let his hand go to Penguin's nipple again, and rubbed the sensitive skin he found there. Another moan escaped Penguin's throat, making Killer harder than he already was.

As if Penguin could feel it – though, maybe he could – his hands went over Killer's stomach towards the button of his pants. Without hesitation, he opened it, followed by the zipper. Penguin put his hand inside his jeans, letting it rub over the bulge in his boxers. Killer let out a moan, breaking their kiss.

"Damn, you're hard," Penguin said, lust evident in his voice.

"Fuck." Killer breathed heavily. He quickly moved his hand towards Penguin's belt and started undoing it, while trying to stay sane. Penguin's hand kept slowly moving over his dick.

When the belt was loose, he opened the pants and pulled them down slightly. It was obvious that Penguin was in the same state as he was. Killer met Penguin's intense lustful gaze.

"Can I touch you? Like, really touch you?" Killer asked.

"Fuck. Yes!" Penguin said, almost sounding annoyed. "Please, touch me already!"

Killer chuckled, after which he spit in his hand. "Sorry, I just wanted to make sure." He stuck his hand inside Penguin's boxers and carefully wrapped it around his hard cock.

"Ohhh," Penguin moaned as Killer slowly started to move his hand up and down, and moving the fabric of Penguin's underwear out of the way. He wasn't sure if he was doing it right, but tried to do what he did when he was pleasing himself, even though Penguin's cock felt slightly different in his hand from his own. But Penguin threw his head back, moaning more and more, so he probably did something right.

"Fuck," Penguin moaned. "Fuck, Killer…"

Killer watched his boyfriend mesmerized, and bit down his lip when Penguin moaned his name. Fuck, this was hot. Watching Penguin come undone was the single best thing he'd ever witnessed. Although, Penguin's hand still moving over his own clothed erection might also have contributed to his arousal. However, those movements became slower and slower the closer Penguin came to his own orgasm.

"Ohh…" Penguin's moans became louder. "Ohhh, fuck!" His eyes rolled back, and his mouth went wide open. "Ahhhh!"

Killer looked at Penguin's dick in his hand and saw cum squirting out of it over his stomach and chest. As Penguin regained his breath, Killer kept watching him with hungry eyes. His mouth had gone dry. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said hoarsely.

Penguin smiled, while he lay there with his eyes closed, panting heavily. His hand on Killer's crotch had long stopped moving. "Really?" He asked, disbelieving.

Killer's eyes had moved back to his stomach, covered in semen, and he suddenly wondered how it would taste. "Definitely," he confirmed, as he brought his lips down to Penguin's chest, kissing it, and letting his tongue lick up a bit of semen. Interesting, he decided. Not bad at all. Slightly metallic.

Penguin looked at Killer. "Did you just… lick up my cum?"

Killer placed another kiss on his chest and looked him in the eyes. "I wanted to know what you taste like," he said huskily.

Penguin bit his lip. "Fuck, Killer." With his hand he moved some of Killer's hair out of his face. "You'd better be careful you don't get it in your hair."

Heaving himself up, Penguin kissed him, and Killer felt how the hand on his crotch started moving again. However, Penguin apparently didn't think that was enough anymore. He broke the kiss, moved a bit so he could reach Killer's pants better, and pulled them down slightly, together with his boxers.

Killer saw Penguin's eyes widen when his dick was freed from his confinements, a blush appearing on his cheeks. As Penguin looked at his erection as if it was a huge treasure he'd just discovered, he started stroking it, not saying another word.

Killer closed his eyes, completely focused on the feeling of Penguin's hand on his cock. It was amazing. He moaned softly. The pumping motion started slowly and controlled, but Penguin's pace soon sped up.

However, after watching Penguin come, Killer didn't need a lot of stimulation anymore, and within a minute or two he threw his head back as he came himself.

Panting loudly for a few moments, a smile took over his face. He raised his head and put is hand behind Penguin's head. When he pressed their faces together, it was for a long and tender kiss.

When the kiss ended, they both smiled, keeping their foreheads touching for a moment. "That was amazing," Killer said.

"I couldn't agree more," Penguin replied, and then be broke away to lean sidewards and grab something from beneath the coffee table. A moment later, he dropped a box of tissues on their laps and pulled a few out. "Let's get cleaned up, before it dries." Penguin looked cheekily at him, while starting to clean his own hand. "Unless you want to lick it all away…"

Killer chuckled, embarrassed. Now that his brain wasn't clouded by lust anymore, it sounded pretty embarrassing what he'd done. Still, he didn't regret it. "Nah," he said. "I'm guessing I'll get more opportunities to taste you in the future."

A blush spread on Penguin's cheeks, as he got some more tissues and started cleaning the trail Killer left on his own body. Killer looked at it with surprise. He hadn't expected his boyfriend to start cleaning him up, but it made the butterflies flutter around in his stomach for some reason. It was oddly sweet.

Only after Penguin had cleaned up every bit of semen from Killer's body and pulled his boxers up again, he started cleaning himself. Killer watched it all without saying anything.

When Penguin was done, he had his hand full of spend tissues. "I'm gonna throw these away," he said, sitting up. "You want something to drink?"

Only now Killer realized how thirsty he was. "Yeah," he answered. "You got any beer?"

Penguin stood up, but gave him a curious look. "Your father really lets you drink that?"

"Sometimes." Killer shrugged. "Doesn't your father ever allow it?"

"Nope," Penguin answered. "He's got a hard no-alcohol-till-you're-eighteen rule."

This surprised Killer a little bit. Penguin's father had seemed so chill, he hadn't expected him to be such a buzzkill when it came to alcohol. Maybe it was because he was a doctor. "But your father isn't here right now…" he pointed out.

Penguin looked slightly uncomfortable. "No… but I think he'll notice when some bear bottles go missing from the fridge..."

Killer sat up as well. "It's okay, anything else is fine too," he said. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Penguin nodded slowly, turning his face away from him, seemingly embarrassed.

"Really, it's fine," Killer repeated. "You can come drink beer at my place sometime. If you want to, of course," he quickly added. He didn't want to pressure Penguin into anything.

Penguin nodded again. "Sure," he slowly walked towards the kitchen. "If your dad's ever away from home again."

Killer sighed. "Fair point."

"So, anything else you want to drink?" Penguin asked him before disappearing into the hallway that he had to cross to get to the kitchen.

Killer shrugged. "Anything you like," he said honestly. He had no idea what things Penguin liked, but he really wanted to find out.

Killer closed his pants and took on a comfortable position on the couch as he waited for Penguin to return. He put some pillows against the armrest so he could use it to sit against with his back, and laid his legs down on the couch, slightly spread, taking up almost all of the room on it.

When Penguin got back with two glasses filled with a red liquid, he gave Killer a good look over and raised his eyebrows. "Making ourselves at home, are we?" he said jokingly. "And were am I supposed to sit?"

Killer smirked and patted the couch between his legs as an answer.

Penguin smiled. "Fine," he said, obviously not minding it at all. He handed Killer a glass and sat carefully down between his legs. When he had the right position, Penguin leaned back, his still naked back against Killer's equally bare chest.

Killer closed his eyes for a second and breathed in Penguin's smell. Yes, this was good. Life was good like this. He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend and took a sip of his drink. "What is this?" he asked, referring to the drink.

"Cranberry juice," answered Penguin. "Apparently it's good for your health, but I actually really like it."

Killer took another swig. "It's nice." It was not his favorite, but definitely not bad either.

Penguin let his head fall back against Killer's shoulder and smiled. "I'm glad you're here."

Killer's heart was beating loudly, and he was sure Penguin could feel it. He chuckled and brought his lips to Penguin's ear. "Me too."

TBC~!

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