Yes, I literally posted 10 chapters within a month 😂 I didn't know that was possible for me.
Also, this chapter got about twice as long as usual, so I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 21

Penguin spent the whole Sunday thinking about what he discovered the day before. His father had had sex. Yuck. And it had probably been with Killer's father. Double yuck.

Penguin wondered if his assumptions were really correct, though. His father hadn't wanted to say who it was, but it just had to be Kid, right? Law had told him he liked Kid, after all, and Penguin still thought it was unlikely Kid actually had a meeting on Saturday. Sure, it wasn't impossible, some people did have meetings on the weekend, but it just wasn't likely either… Especially since Killer had said his father mainly worked during the week. Except for emergencies… Though Penguin started to doubt it had really been an emergency as well.

He wondered if Killer knew. He probably did, right? He would know if it was weird his father had a meeting on the weekend. Maybe Kid hadn't even said he had a meeting, but that's what Killer made of it, because he thought it was awkward to say the real reason Kid wasn't home. Penguin could imagine it, because every time he thought about asking Killer, he felt like it was too embarrassing to talk about. And he wasn't even a hundred percent sure it was Kid, so if he said anything about it to Killer while he was wrong… Well, he didn't think he would survive that embarrassment. Besides, even if it was Kid… Killer would know. He had to.

It just wasn't a subject you brought up. He could just imagine it. "Hey, so, our fathers had sex…" Nope, Penguin would not be able to talk about that. He wasn't even sure why he was still thinking about it. He just wanted to forget about the whole thing as soon as possible.

Yeah, easier said than done.

Killer retrieved his math books and equipment from his bag. He was one of the first to enter the classroom that Monday. He hadn't seen Heat in their break, who had texted him that he had to stay longer after his previous class, so he'd meet him at math. However, Heat still wasn't there yet.

He did see Penguin come through the door, and couldn't help but smile. He looked cute as always. When Penguin saw him, he smiled back, and walked towards him.

He dropped into the seat next to Killer, and Killer's smile disappeared almost immediately. However much he wanted to sit next to Penguin, he couldn't. "Heat sits there," he said, loud enough for bystanders to hear, if they were listening.

Penguin looked around him. "I'm earlier than Heat, so I get to pick first." He shrugged.

"All very well, but I'm saving the seat for Heat," Killer pressed, and he saw a look of annoyance on Penguin's face. Killer wasn't sure if it was feigned or real.

Still, Penguin didn't seem to be planning to leave, so, Killer thought this was a good excuse to grab his shirt and pull him towards him in a threating manner. He brought his mouth up to Penguin's ear. "Too bad you couldn't come Saturday," he said, barely louder than a whisper.

He heard Penguin chuckle. "I'm sure you came nonetheless." It was said on an equally low volume.

Killer could barely suppress a snort. It was true, but… "Still, I'd much rather have you…" Killer saw Heat entering the classroom from the corner of his eyes, and pushed Penguin roughly back. "So, beat it," he said out loud.

Penguin, who almost fell off the chair because of the force of Killer's push, scrambled to his feet. "Fine!" he said, after which he went to find another seat, and Killer knew they were okay.

Killer saw Heat following Penguin with his eyes, until he had reached his friend. "What did he want?"

Killer huffed. "He thought he could just take your place. I made clear he couldn't."

Heat nodded. "Why would he want to, though? You've been fighting pretty much every time you saw each other."

Killer shrugged. "Maybe he's a masochist and likes to be beaten up."

"A what?" Heat asked.

Killer wasn't that surprised his friend had never heard of the word. He waved his hand. "Someone who likes pain," he said, not feeling like giving a proper explanation right now. He was glad when Heat let it rest.

It was a few minutes later when he received a text from Penguin. 'It kinda sounded like that last sentence wasn't finished… You'd much rather have me… what? What would you have me do?'

Killer cursed inside his mind. Did Penguin really want to start sexting right here right now? He shook his head. 'Better not think about that during math,' he sent back. It wouldn't do to get a boner in class, after all.

Killer swore he could hear Penguin sigh somewhere behind him. '😩 you're probably right.'

It was Wednesday when Penguin dragged himself to PE class. He wasn't a fan of PE. Not because he disliked sports per se, but because he hated running, and wasn't very good at most sports. If it was hockey, he was okay with it, but it almost never was. Especially not during the colder months of the year when they had most classes inside.

However, in recent weeks, a student had to teach a sport every class, so you never knew what kind of sport it would be, up front. Sometimes it was something you normally never got to do during PE, so that could be nice. But then again, the fact that a student was teaching it, usually meant that they were much better at it and got to be a smartass to everyone else. That was less nice. Penguin was looking forward to the day it was his turn, and he could drag the whole class to the ice rink to see half of them failing to even stay on their feet. That was still weeks away though.

When he entered the changing room, he was surprised by how crowded it was. There seemed to be twice as many people as usual, and it took a moment before Penguin remembered getting an e-mail about PE class. One of the PE teachers had been fired and some classes had merged until a replacement was found. Penguin hadn't thought about it until now.

He scanned the room to see who had been added to his class, and was delighted to find a familiar blond boy, just pulling his sport shirt over his head. Well, he would have liked it more if he'd found him a little bit earlier, when he was less dressed, but Penguin wouldn't complain. He dropped his gym bag on an empty spot at the bench, his cap on a clothes hook, and cast another look at Killer, who had apparently not seen him yet.

Killer retrieved a hair tie from his bag and pulled his hair together to tie it into a big, loose bun on his head. Penguin looked at it, wide eyed. He had never seen Killer with anything but his hair down. He looked completely different like this, but just as hot.

Suddenly, a voice spoke near Penguin's ear. "Never seen him with his hair up before?" The way it was said, sounded like the speaker had seen Killer with his hair up before, and that made Penguin one step behind on him.

Penguin turned his head around. "Drake," he said, unamused. "You're in this class as well?"

Drake shrugged. "I'm always in Killer's PE class," he said smugly.

Penguin wanted to punch him in the face. He hoped they'd do kickboxing or something today.

At that moment, Killer walked past them, and gave them a look over, his face unreadable. He didn't stay to chat, and kept walking towards the sports hall.

"You'd better hurry up," Drake said to Penguin, turning around to go after Killer. "Or we'll start without you."

Penguin had never felt the need to change so fast into his sportswear in his life. He was not going to let Drake get the upper hand in whatever they were going to do this class. He'd better keep his dirty hands away from Killer.

Someone came back into the changing room and yelled at the people still there, that they could leave their shoes off, making Penguin wonder what kind of sport they would do. When Penguin reached the hall, he noticed the entire floor was covered with mats. Near the entrance, two students were handing out white jackets. When Penguin asked what they were going to do, the guy handing him a jacket, told him, "Judo."

Penguin had never seen judo being practiced from up close, but he had seen it on TV some time, and remembered it to be some kind of martial art which involved lots of touching. While putting on his jacket – an uwagi, as the guy handing them out told him – he searched with his eyes for Killer. He found him on the other side of the hall, Drake lurking not far away from him. Penguin made his way towards him when the teacher blew his whistle.

"Okay everyone, listen up!" the teacher yelled. As everyone stood still, Penguin didn't dare to keep walking towards Killer, and instead waited for what the teacher had to say. "We're with a slightly bigger crowd than usual, but we have two students who both wanted to teach judo, so they'll do it together. Please listen carefully to what they have to say." He pointed at the boy and girl standing next to him. "Sabo, Koala, take it away."

"Okay, listen up, everyone, we're going to start with a warming-up," Sabo began. "You'll start running in a circle, on my sign, and when I call 'one' you'll jump. When I call 'two' you do a squat, and at 'three' you do a push-up."

Penguin groaned, and he wasn't the only one. These kinds of warming-ups were the worst. He'd be tired before they'd even start the real thing.

"Okay, ready? Start running!" Sabo yelled.

Penguin sighed and started jogging. However, soon he decided to run a little faster. Because if he actually started running, he might be able to catch up with Killer. At least that's what he thought. He soon noticed that that was futile, as Killer was faster than him. While they must have run at about the same speed – when Penguin was making an effort – Killer was way quicker with the exercises in between. Especially the squats and push-ups. Soon, Killer was on the opposite side of the hall, when Sabo shouted 'three'. Penguin stared at Killer as he dropped down, doing a push-up with ease. He completely forgot to do one himself. Fuck, why was Killer so hot, even in that uwagi? This was going to be a long and hard PE class.

At the end of the warming-up, Penguin was barely going faster than a quick walk, and Killer had almost caught up with him. He was relieved when Koala blew her whistle to signal the end of the warming-up.

"Okay, we're going to start practicing some actual judo techniques now," Koala announced. "I want everyone to choose a partner for these exercises. Try to find someone who is more or less the same high and weight as you, preferably boys with boys and girls with girls."

Penguin suddenly found a new rush of energy and sped towards Killer, mainly because he saw Drake making his way over there too. Penguin was faster by only a little. "I'm going to be your partner," he announced to Killer, slightly out of breath.

Killer looked back at him, and then moved his gaze to Drake, who came standing next to them as well. Before he could give Penguin his answer – not that he'd asked a question, but Killer would have to agree anyway – Drake spoke. "You're hardly his size, don't you think?"

Unfortunately, Drake had a point. Penguin was almost a foot smaller than Killer, and definitely less muscular. Drake came closer. Still, he wasn't going to let that stop him. Penguin looked at his boyfriend with begging eyes.

"True," Killer said, and for a second Penguin thought he would pair up with Drake. "But I still have a score to settle with him, so I don't mind beating up his scrawny ass."

Penguin raised his eyebrows at him, but didn't say anything. Drake huffed. "Fine, suit yourself."

As Drake walked away, Penguin couldn't help but feel victorious. 1-0 for him. Even though, he had to keep reminding himself, he had already won. Killer was already his. Still, he wouldn't give Drake a chance to steal him away.

Penguin returned his attention to Killer. "My scrawny ass?"

Killer grinned and grabbed Penguin's uwagi to pull him closer. "You know I love your ass," he said quietly.

Penguin smirked and leaned in, wanting to kiss him. Killer abruptly let go of him and pulled back. "What are you doing?" He sounded almost angry.

A blush appeared on Penguin's cheeks. "I'm sorry," he said. He had wanted to kiss Killer, almost out of habit, without realizing that they were in public. "I didn't think."

Killer sighed. "Well, think, or I'll kick your ass for real."

Penguin couldn't stop the corner of his lips from curling up a bit. "I'd like to see you try."

"Okay, everyone," Koala called. "Now that you've all got a partner, we will explain the first techniques and show them to you. First take a good look at what we do, then try it yourselves." Koala and Sabo took their position opposite of each other. "First, take your positions. Feet slightly apart, right foot a little before your left, and your hands in the same position to begin with."

Penguin went to stand next to Killer. "I've never seen you with your hair up before," he said softly, not paying too much attention to what Koala was saying. "It's kinda hot."

Killer glanced at him. "Hotter than when it's down?"

Penguin thought about this for a moment before shrugging. "Equally hot, just in a different way."

Killer chuckled. "Well, it's practical. I always put it up in a knot or a ponytail when I'm exercising. But it's too heavy to comfortably keep up for long."

They watched how Koala threw Sabo on the ground and pinned him down on the mat with her body, as if it were nothing. She helped him up and showed the move one more time, before announcing, "Now you can try it. One person starts trying this move on the other, and when we give the signal, you switch positions. Sabo and I will make rounds to help you if you need it."

Everyone took their position opposite of their partner, and so did Penguin and Killer. "Did you pay attention?" Penguin asked, while putting his right foot slightly in front of his left. It was about the only thing he remembered.

"I got most of it," Killer said. "Didn't you?"

Penguin smiled. "I was distracted by someone's looks."

Even though Killer's bangs were still in his face, Penguin could see he rolled his eyes. "Alright," Killer said. "Hold my collar like this, and my sleeve like this." He grabbed both the left side of Penguin's collar and his right sleeve, and Penguin did the same with Killer's uwagi.

"This feels kinda intimate, for being so public," Penguin said teasingly.

Killer groaned. "Focus! It's just how judo is. Everyone is doing it." Next to them, someone was thrown on the ground already. Killer smirked. "Well, since you didn't pay attention, you'll be uke first."

Penguin blinked at him. "I'm sorry?"

Before he knew it, Killer had taken a step and hooked his leg behind Penguin's knee, throwing him on the ground and landing on top of him. Their heads almost collided, but Killer managed to move his head just in time, so they were practically hugging now.

"Yeah. Yeah, this is much better," Penguin commented when he had recovered from the impact. "No problem at all. Everyone is doing it." He had to admit, he didn't mind this position at all.

Killer quickly got up, his face slightly red. "Shut up." He looked around him, but Penguin had already noticed no one was paying attention to them.

Killer held out his hand, and helped Penguin up. "Let's try again," he said. They took their stances and grips, and Killer made his moves again.

This time, however, Penguin was prepared, and he wouldn't go down so easily. That's what he thought, at least. Sure, it took a little more effort, but when Killer applied enough pressure at the back of his knee, Penguin fell on his butt anyway. Killer's body pressed him down with his back on the mat, while Killer's leg stayed between Penguin's. It was less of a hug and more of a hold this time.

Penguin was breathing heavily, but not from exertion, or even really from the impact. Somehow, he thought the way Killer was throwing him down, was super hot.

"Not bad at all!" Sabo's voice sounded next to them, making Penguin jump – again he'd forgotten the rest of the class for a moment. "Next time try to get your leg on his side and pull it underneath you, so you can turn your body, and your leg ends up next to his head, instead of between his legs. That way your hold on him will be stronger, and your opponent can't throw you down, if you used this in competition."

Killer got up and pulled Penguin up with him. At Sabo's sign, they tried again. But Penguin held his stance better this time, and Killer didn't get him to the ground immediately. Before Killer could try harder, Sabo interrupted. "You're the uke," he said to Penguin. "That means you gotta move with Killer's actions. Don't resist. This is not a competition, but an exercise to practice a technique. In competition there's no uke, but in practice there is. So, just act the natural way your body would act without resisting."

Penguin sighed. "Fine."

They tried again, and Penguin fell to the floor in no time. He felt a stirring between his legs, but tried to ignore it as much as possible. This time Killer managed to get both his legs on the same side of Penguin, and after a short struggle he managed to get into the position Sabo had told him.

Sabo looked impressed. "Well done. Do you have any experience?"

"I took a few classes in the past," Killer admitted as he got up.

"Of course," Penguin mumbled as he stood up himself. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Killer shrugged. "You didn't ask. Besides, it was only a few classes."

Sabo chuckled. "Well, keep practicing. It'll be a few more minutes and then we'll change positions." He walked on to help the next duo.

Again, they tried the technique, and within seconds Penguin was with his back on the mat again, Killer pinning him down. Fuck, he was definitely aroused now. The fact that Sabo had been watching just now, hadn't even made a difference.

Killer stood up, apparently not noticing the state his boyfriend was in, and helped him up. "Okay, again," he said, grabbing Penguin's uwagi again. "This time, look at my feet, so you'll know what to do when the roles are reversed."

They both looked down, and Penguin immediately noticed the bulge in his own pants. He closed his eyes in embarrassment.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Killer staring into them. "Are you serious?" Killer asked in a low voice. "Why are you getting turned on by getting your ass kicked?"

Well, that was the million-dollar question, wasn't it? Penguin had no idea. "It's only because of you," He managed to bring out. "It's the positions, not the fact that you're throwing me on the ground and pinning me down with that hot body of yours…" He looked at Killer with lustful eyes. "But please, throw me down again."

Killer looked back at him and licked his lips, before quickly trying out the judo move again and working Penguin to the ground. This time his leg ended up between Penguin's again. "Fuck, Peng," he said quietly, while holding him down. "Stop being so horny all the time."

Penguin didn't know what it was, but every time Killer took control and pinned him down, he got more aroused. His dick twitched involuntarily. Penguin wasn't in his right mind to feel embarrassed anymore. "I can't help it; you just make horny." He softly started moving the leg that was between Killer's legs, rubbing it against his crotch. "I wanna kiss you so bad right now," he whispered.

Killer looked into his eyes and was breathing heavily too. For a second, Penguin thought – or hoped – that he would lean down to kiss him, but of course that didn't happen. Killer closed his eyes. "If you wanna keep that leg," he started in a deeper voice than usual, "you stop that, right now."

Somehow, even a threat like that sounded incredibly arousing to Penguin. Still, he had enough sense left to stop.

Killer got up from the floor, pulling Penguin with him, and holding him at his uwagi, a little closer than necessary. "You can't go on like this."

"I can't," Penguin agreed. "But can go to the toilet, and if you follow shortly after, we could solve this problem real quick." It was his dick talking, he knew that, but he couldn't care less. He felt like he was about to burst.

Killer stared at him, and Penguin was unable to tell what he was thinking, though he liked to imagine him considering his offer. After a few seconds, Killer chuckled and shook his head. "You're crazy." But the tone in which he said it, implied that he liked it. "There's no way that wouldn't rouse suspicion."

"But you want to," Penguin whispered.

He saw Killer clench his jaw. "I'll manage."

Koala blew her whistle. "Okay, everybody, time to switch positions!"

Penguin got out of Killer's grip. "Well, I'm gonna go to the toilet. If you're not there a minute after me, I'll have to help myself." He looked challenging at him. He meant it, though. There was no way he could continue these exercises with Killer like this. It would only get worse if he didn't do something about it.

Killer sighed. "Don't wait for me, I'm not gonna be there." He shook his head. "Just make it quick."

Killer took a deep breath as he watched Penguin walk away with his hands strategically placed in front of his crotch. Yes, of course Killer was horny now too. But he wasn't that far gone. It wasn't as if he didn't want to join Penguin. If he were honest, he'd probably have done it if the rest of the class hadn't been there to witness them both leaving shortly after each other. But it was just too suspicious. Hell, he would probably have done it with the class present, if Penguin had been a girl and he had been straight. But the thought of them finding out he was gay this way, made sure he stayed where he was.

Still, the image of Penguin jerking off inside the bathroom, kept forming in his head now, and wasn't making his own situation a whole lot better.

He pulled his uwagi a little lower, hoping it would cover enough of his crotch, while he took a few deep breaths. He had to think about something else. Anything but Penguin. Like the test he would have within two hours.

Killer groaned. He was not ready for that test. He had studied some, sure, but he knew it hadn't been enough. He would have to open his book to check a few more things in his next break, just to be sure.

"Where did your partner run off to?" Koala asked him. Killer was glad the thoughts of his upcoming test had distracted him somewhat.

"He had to pee," Killer answered. "He'll be back any minute."

Koala nodded and walked on to the couple next to Killer.

Sure enough, it was only a few minutes later when Penguin came back, looking at the floor.

Killer raised his eyebrows. "Have you taken care of it?" He asked when his boyfriend had joined him.

Penguin nodded, his cheeks turning red. He didn't meet Killer's eyes. "Yep, I'm back."

Killer snorted. "Oh, now you're getting embarrassed…" He couldn't deny Penguin looked incredibly cute when he was embarrassed, though.

Penguin pushed Killer softly against his chest, still trying to hide his face. "Shut up." It took a few more seconds before he grabbed Killer's uwagi at the collar and sleeve, and finally looked up at him. "Show me how to do the move."

TBC~!

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