I feel like I'm spoiling you with so many updates š I literally went from writing about 1 chapter a year to 10 in a month. I practically stopped doing everything else in my life (except work) though, so that's not necessarily a good development, but what do you do about it š
Chapter 20
The next day, Penguin was at Shachi's home. They were sitting in front of the TV, playing a video game together, when he felt Shachi's eyes shift towards him.
"So, how are things going between you and Killer?" he asked, and returned his gaze to the screen to kick Penguin's ass. "Did you meet little Killer yet?" he asked with a suggestive tone to his voice.
Penguin snorted and pressed the pause button, trying to fight a blush off his cheeks. He turned his head towards his friend. "You're trying to distract me."
Shachi grinned at him. "Maybe. So, did you?"
Penguin looked his friend in the eyes, which was possible for a change, now that he had his sunglasses resting on top of his hat. Penguin felt that he was losing the battle from his embarrassment. "None of your business," he tried. But he knew it wouldn't work anyway.
"So, that's a no," Shachi said, and Penguin knew he was challenging him.
He was quiet for a few seconds, debating if he would tell his friend, but then Penguin realized he had no reason not to. Shachi was his best friend, after all. "That's a yes."
A shit eating grin took over Shachi's face, and he slapped Penguin's arm playfully. "Look at you, getting some! Tell me more! But, like, I don't want to know the details, butā¦ how far did you go?" His eyes went big. "You didn't go all the way yet, did you?"
Penguin laughed. "No! No, we didn't go that far yet." He took a deep breath, trying to tell himself that he shouldn't feel ashamed talking about this to his best friend. "It was just a hand job."
"Just a hand job?" Shachi rolled his eyes. "That's still ten times more action than I'm getting. I wish I was getting hand jobs. Or giving them, for that matter. Not to Killer, of course," he quickly added, making Penguin snort. "But there are a lot of pretty girls that I wouldn't mind doing that with."
Penguin shook his head. "Your time will come," he said playfully.
Shachi looked curiously at him. "Soā¦ was this like a one-way thing, or was it mutual, your meeting with little Killer? Did he meet little Penguin as well?"
Penguin couldn't help but smirk, as he thought back to the previous day. "It was mutualā¦ and little Killerā¦ isn't so little."
"Oh geez," Shachi looked away. "I knew I was asking for too much information." He put his shades back on, despite still being in the dark living room. "Well, good for you, I guess. Wait, is it? Wait, no, I don't wanna know."
Penguin laughed. "You asked about it!"
"I realize my mistake," Shachi said, his eyes returning to the TV screen. "But you'll tell me if you have like real sex, right? I mean, if you go all the way. Without any details, of course," he hastily added. "But I gotta know when you're not a virgin anymore."
Penguin shook his head, still not able to wipe the grin off his face. "Virginity is a social construct and it's bullshit anyway."
Shachi snorted. "Well, yeah, but there is a period in your life before you put your dick into someone's hole, or someone puts their dick into your hole, and there's a period after that. And I wanna know when that happens."
"Shachi, that's no language I want to hear in this house!" his mom, who just entered the living room, called him out.
"Sorry mom," Shachi said, obviously not meaning a word of it. "But Penguin's got a boyfriend."
"Shachi!" Penguin looked at him accusingly.
"Oh yeah." Shachi scratched his neck, seeming slightly embarrassed that he forgot. "That's supposed to be a secret."
Penguin felt a hand on his cap, and he knew it belonged to Shachi's mom. "You know you don't have to keep secrets in this house, right? We accept you no matter who you are or who you like."
Penguin smiled. "I know." He had known Shachi's mother since he was a little kid, and she almost felt like a second mom to him. "But he doesn't want anyone to know."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," she said. "I will keep my mouth shut."
Penguin knew he didn't have to worry about that, as she didn't even know Killer's name. It was okay if she knew he had a boyfriend, as long as she didn't know who it was. But he appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless.
"But no putting your penis into anything, until you're eighteen," she added. She waved her hand at her son. "Or, you know, what he said."
Penguin couldn't help but laugh.
Shachi's mother grabbed their empty glasses. "Refills?"
Both of them nodded, and Penguin muttered a quick 'thank you', before she left them alone again.
"Well, you heard her," Shachi said with a quasi-serious look on his face. "You'll have to stay a virgin until you're eighteen."
Penguin chuckled some more. If things kept going as they were, there was not a chance that would happen. "Shall we continue the game?" he asked to change the subject.
Shachi grabbed his controller and took a better position on the couch. "Let's."
But before Penguin could press the pause button again, he felt his phone vibrate in his pants pocket. "Just a sec," he said, as he pulled his phone out. It was a message from Killer, and he opened it immediately.
'My father left for a meeting. Want to come over?'
Penguin stared at the message as he debated what to do. Yes, of course he wanted to come over. But at the same time, he didn't just want to leave Shachi as soon as Killer asked him to come. That didn't seem fair to his friend.
Penguin only noticed Shachi had leaned closer to read his message when it was too late. "Hey! Ever heard of privacy?" He scowled at Shachi.
But Shachi looked at him accusingly, ignoring his comment. "You're not leaving me to have sex with Killer."
Penguin's scowl became deeper, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he started typing a message he wasn't planning to send, but was expecting Shachi to read.
'Shachi doesn't want me to have sex with you.'
Shachi snorted and slapped his arm. "You can have sex whenever you want, just not now."
The slap on his arm moved Penguin's hand slightly, and he looked in horror as his thumb hit the send button and the message appeared in the chat. Two blue checkmarks showed immediately, indicating Killer read the message, and Shachi burst out laughing.
"Shut up!" Penguin hissed at his friend, as he quickly typed his next messages.
'No, I'm sorry.'
'I didn't mean to send that.'
'I'm with Shachi.'
'He's annoying.'
'And reading my messages.'
'He's a dick,' he sent his seventh message in a row, as Shachi still hadn't stopped laughing, even though he calmed down a little to read his messages.
Penguin was waiting nervously while he saw Killer was typing. He felt so stupid for sending that message. As if he expected to have sex if he went to Killer. As if sex was the only thing he cared about. As if Shachi had forbidden him to have sex with Killer at all. And as if Shachi was the boss of him. So many implications in that one stupid message.
After a few seconds, the response finally came. 'So come have sex with me.'
That effectively shut Shachi up.
But it shut Penguin up too. He stared at the message, his cheeks heating up. Was Killer serious? No, it was probably just a joke, but what if he was partly serious? He could be partly seriousā¦ What did he mean by 'sex'? Just the kind of things they had already done, or did he want to go further? Whatever was the case, Penguin kind of wanted to find out.
But he heard Shachi lift his glasses again, and felt his eyes burning holes in him. "You're not seriously considering it."
Penguin looked at his friend, feeling slightly ashamed that he was considering it. "Iā¦" he started, but at that moment Shachi's mother came back with their refilled glasses, which was an excuse for Penguin to stop talking. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say anyway.
"Momā¦" Shachi started in a complaining tone, and Penguin just knew he was going to rat him out.
"Fine!" he hissed. "I'll stay." He saw Shachi's mom look at them for a second, but she seemed to realize that this was between them, and left the room again.
Shachi huffed and crossed his arms. "Please, only if you like spending time with me."
Penguin smiled at him. "Are you jealous?" He wrapped his arm around Shachi's shoulder and pulled him in for a hug. "Of course I like spending time with you!"
Shachi wrestled to get out of his grip. "Let go of me, you bastard!" Eventually he got free, but his hat and shades fell off his head into Penguin's lap. "Why would I be jealous? I just don't want you to forget about me."
"I could never." Penguin said, putting Shachi's hat back on his head, purposely the wrong way around. "You're stuck with me until I die."
Shachi glared at him and turned his hat around. "I'd better be."
"I'll text Killer back and then I'll kick your ass in the game." Penguin handed him his sunglasses and then turned towards his phone again. He took a deep breath, before he typed, 'I wish, but I can't just leave Shachi.'
'š' Killer replied. 'Guess I'll have to entertain myself thenā¦'
Immediately Penguin's mind conjured up an image of Killer touching himself. That was not something he would mind watching. He bit his lip. 'I won't get that image out of my headā¦š'
A third slap against his arm that evening abruptly awoke him from his thoughts. "Stop sexting!" Shachi said in a tone as if he couldn't believe his friend was doing this right now.
"Stop reading my texts!" Penguin put his phone away and grabbed the controller that was still in his lap. Without warning his friend, he pressed the play button and beat the crap out of Shachi's character, his friend being too late in grabbing his own controller.
When his phone buzzed again, it took all Penguin's willpower to ignore it.
When Penguin got home a few hours later, he found his father in the kitchen. He was softly humming a tune while stirring the vegetables in the pan. Penguin looked at him curiously. He couldn't remember ever having heard his father hum before. He didn't sing, or hum, or even acknowledged music as far as Penguin knew. Sure, he listened to music, but that was the extent of it. As Penguin watched him, he wondered what had gotten his father in such a good mood.
"I'm back," Penguin said, and saw to his satisfaction that his father jumped the tiniest bit at the sound of his voice. It didn't happen often that Penguin managed to sneak up to him.
"Ah, right on time," Law said. "Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes."
"Great," Penguin said. "Smells surprisingly good."
Law shook his head at his son's teasing, but his smile lingered. "How's Shachi?"
"Yeah, fine," Penguin said, not in the mood to give an extensive report of his day. He moved to the living room and dropped down on the couch. Bepo immediately followed him and jumped next to him on the sofa as well.
As Penguin rearranged the pillows and took on a comfortable position, he noticed an irregular shape underneath his ass. He lifted his butt and felt with his hand to locate the object. His fingers found crumpled fabric. He pulled it from underneath him, and as his hand came up, he saw that it was a dark red piece of clothing.
Penguin frowned. It wasn't his. He unfolded the fabric and noticed that it was a tank top. Still not his, and definitely not his father's, as he was pretty sure Law didn't even own anything red. He was also a hundred percent sure Killer hadn't been wearing anything like this, the day before. He looked at Bepo. "You know whose shirt this is?"
The dog sniffed at the fabric for a second, then quickly pulled back his head and barked shortly.
Penguin raised his eyebrows. "Is that a yes?"
He looked at the top in his hands again and suddenly a dreadful feeling came over him, as everything started to click. Frozen in place, he stared at the piece of clothing for a few seconds, before he got back to his senses. "Dad!" he yelled, half in horror, half in anger.
Within a few seconds, Law appeared in the doorway, spatula still in his hand. "What's wrong?"
"What the fuck is this?" Penguin said, looking straight into his father's eyes while holding up the shirt.
"Languageā¦" Law started to correct him, but the word lost its power as his gaze fell on the piece of clothing in his son's hand. "Oh." The corner of his mouth curled up in amusement. "That's where that was. We couldn't find it."
"We?!" Penguin crumpled up the fabric again and threw it angrily at his father, who caught it with ease. "Please tell me you didn'tā¦ do itā¦ on the couch."
Law chuckled. "We didn't do it on the couch." He raised an eyebrow. "Unlike some people, we did make it to the bedroomā¦ eventually."
Penguin didn't know what embarrassed him more; the fact that his father admitted to having sex, or the fact that he was referring to the previous day when he had caught Killer and himself half naked on this very same couch. He tried to pretend he didn't know that his father was referring to him, and ignored that part. "Why?" he asked eventually. "Why did youā¦ do that?"
"Why?" Law repeated, confused. "Seriously?"
And at that moment Penguin knew it had been the wrong question. He was too late to stop the answer coming from Law's lips. "Because we were horny."
Penguin didn't know what to say and stared at his father in disbelieve.
Law shrugged. "If you don't want to know the answer, don't ask the question."
So, Penguin thought long and hard before asking the next question that came up in his mind. Did he really want an answer to it? Did he really want to know whoā¦? When he tried to imagine who would wear a tank top like that, there was only one man who came to mind, and then the final piece of the puzzle clicked. 'My father left for a meeting.' Killer had texted him. It was Saturday. Who the fuck has a meeting on Saturday?
Penguin took a deep breath. "Who was it?"
A big, telltale smirk appeared on Law's face. "You'll meet him when and if I think he's worth it."
It was quiet for a few seconds, until Law's eyes widened in shock. "Fuck, dinner," he said, and quickly returned to the kitchen, leaving a shocked Penguin behind.
TBC~!
(so, apparently FFnet does support emojis if you copy them from a posted story on AO3 but not when you copy them from text or when you enter them new in the text? Interesting...)
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