So... enough public dates, right? Are you ready for some music and sexy times?

Chapter 26

Penguin carefully walked into the street that was slowly becoming familiar to him. He wasn't a hundred percent sure it was a good idea to just visit Killer unannounced. Saturday at the ice rink had been great, and this morning at school he had seen Killer again, of course, but Penguin wanted to be alone with him. So, he had decided to visit him this Monday after school. It had been a bit of a last-minute decision, and he had thought about asking Killer over to his house for a moment, but then Penguin realized he had a perfectly fine reason to visit him, even if Killer's father was home – which Penguin half expected, or else Killer would probably have let him know he was home alone.

Still, he was afraid Killer wouldn't approve of it, because he was afraid his father would find out, even if he had no reason to. That was why he hadn't let Killer know that he would come. Sure, maybe Killer wouldn't be home, maybe he was at a friend's or family member's house or elsewhere, but that was a risk Penguin was willing to take. He was fairly sure Killer wouldn't send him away once Penguin was at his home. Fairly sure, but not a hundred percent. But he had made his decision, and he wouldn't hesitate any further.

When he walked up to Killer's house, he noticed the car standing in the driveway, and muffled guitar music coming from upstairs, indicating that both Killer and his dad were probably home. He took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

It was followed by a few moments of nothing happening, as far as Penguin noticed. He was just about to ring it again, thinking no one might have heard it over the music, when the door was opened and Kid looked at down at him, seeming surprised to see him.

Penguin suddenly lost his nerves a bit under the intimidating stare of Killer's father. He hadn't seen him since that day Killer and he had been forced to talk about the cause of their fights – which had lead to their first kiss. He had forgotten how intimidating he looked.

"What are you doing here?" Kid asked.

Penguin cleared his throat. "Uhm, hi, mister Eustass, is Killer home?"

He saw Kid's eye twitch. "Please, call me Kid. Or Sir, or whatever. Not that."

Penguin wondered why he was allowed to call him by his first name, while he had denied principal Shakky that, when she had asked. Penguin wasn't sure if he could call him Kid, as he looked too intimidating to just call by his first name and Penguin barely knew him. 'Sir' it was.

Kid cocked his head towards the stairs next to him. "Sounds like he's home, doesn't it?"

Penguin nodded, as he had already expected the guitar sounds to come from Killer. He eyed the clothes Kid was wearing. Underneath his open jacket, he wore a tank top. Not red, but black, though Penguin was pretty sure it was the same model as the red one he had found at his home, a week ago. He could be imagining things, though.

"What do you want with him?" Kid asked him, making Penguin realize he hadn't announced the reason for his visit yet.

"We need to work on a school project," he explained himself.

Kid raised his barely visible eyebrows. "I thought you hated each other."

Penguin shrugged. "We made up."

"Enough to work on a project together?" Kid seemed hesitant to believe him.

Penguin shrugged again. "Yeah. It's for biology. We have to research the effects of something other than light or water on the growth of plants," he felt the need to explain further. Kid's stare was making him slightly nervous.

But Eustass senior just hummed and stepped aside, nodding towards the stairs again. "Well, he's upstairs. Door on your right. Don't kill each other."

Penguin nodded gratefully and dashed past him, up the stairs. He looked curiously around, as he hadn't seen anything from the second floor yet. Last time he had been here, they'd stayed on the first floor the entire time. He smiled at the memory.

Walking towards the door most on his right, he heard the guitar music become louder, and he thought he recognized the song. Was that… ABBA? Not the music Penguin had thought Killer listened to, or played for that matter. Though, the guitar riffs weren't the ones he usually heard in the song.

Penguin carefully opened the door and peeked inside. He saw Killer sitting on a chair, eyes closed, and a pretty cool electric guitar on his lap, connected to an amplifier. His laptop on his desk played some music, to which Killer was playing along. It seemed like he hadn't noticed Penguin coming in, and Penguin closed the door quietly to keep it that way. He wanted to see and hear Killer play some more.

He took of his coat and placed it on the edge of the bed that stood against the wall. Carefully, he sat down on the bed, and he took off his shoes so he could pull his feet up to the mattress, hugging his knees. Killer kept playing to what was definitely an ABBA song.* And he was good. Very good, Penguin thought. But the guitar sounds were only partly following the melody of the song, and it seemed like Killer was improvising a more metal-like guitar riff to it. Metal wasn't a genre Penguin usually listened to, but this he could appreciate, this slapped! And it wasn't even because it was Killer who was playing it, though Penguin loved seeing him in his element like this.

Killer still hadn't opened his eyes when the song changed; apparently it was an ABBA medley. Penguin fished his phone from his pocket and started filming him. God, Killer looked hot like this, moving his head to the music and his fingers running swiftly over the strings of the guitar. He was completely lost in his own world. As the Dancing Queen part of the song transitioned into Mamma Mia, Killer still didn't open his eyes, and Penguin smiled amused at the fact that he was sitting on his boyfriend's bed for a few minutes already, without him noticing it. But he would keep filming until either Killer stopped, or his memory card was full.

The song transitioned one more time, and Killer changed the key to match the song, and he nailed it. Penguin was thinking Killer could get a lot of views on Youtube or TikTok if he'd post it on there, because this was too amazing to stay inside his bedroom. After another minute, the medley ended, and the last notes of Killer's guitar echoed through the room. Penguin captured every last bit of it before he put his phone down next to him.

Eventually, Killer opened his eyes and leaned towards his laptop. When he saw Penguin, he jumped. "What the fuck are you doing here, and how the hell did you get in?" he asked, obviously startled.

Penguin chuckled. "Through the front door."

Killer stared at him. "What do you mean 'through the front door'?"

Penguin had to laugh because of Killer's confusion and slight panic. "Your father let me in. We have to work on our biology project, don't we?"

Killer looked passively at him for a few more seconds, before sighing. "He bought that?"

"Well, it's technically not a lie. Why wouldn't he buy it?" Penguin said.

Killer shook his head, but he was chuckling. "You've got guts."

"Because I dare to face your father?" Penguin shrugged. "He doesn't scare me." That wasn't technically true, but Kid didn't scare him enough to keep him away from Killer.

He looked up into Killer's eyes. "But you look pretty hot when you're playing the guitar." He gave him what he hoped was a flirtatious smile. "Play me another song?"

"How long have you been watching?" Killer asked him.

Penguin smirked. "Since 1815," he joked. When Killer looked confused at him, he clarified. "The battle of Waterloo? You were playing that song when I came in. Didn't know you listened to ABBA." He let his eyes wander over the posters on the wall and wardrobe. They all seemed to be from bands, but he only recognized the name of Redhair, a famous enough band that Penguin had heard of them, even though he didn't listen to them.

Killer snorted. "I don't, usually. But I felt like jamming to it, making it a bit more interesting."

"It was good." Penguin bit his lip. "One more song?"

Killer looked at him, a slight smirk on his lips. "Does it turn you on?"

"A little," Penguin admitted.

Killer chuckled softly. "Okay, then I'll play another." He leaned towards his laptop and selected a new song. Dramatic organ music began to play, and it took Penguin a few moments to recognize it as the title song of that one movie… The Phantom of the Opera.**

As Killer got his guitar in the right position to play again, Penguin quickly picked up his phone and he could press the record button just before Killer started playing. As soon as his hands hit the strings, and the sound of the guitar was added to the original song, Penguin's mouth fell open. Holy shit, this was amazing! Who had ever thought that a metal version of an opera-musical song would sound so good? Well, Killer, apparently, but he completely surprised Penguin with it.

Killer seemed to become one with the song, and whether or not he noticed it, he had closed his eyes again. Slowly, the guitar music became heavier and more passionate, and when he started playing harder, Killer got out of his chair. Lifting his eyelids, he slowly walked towards Penguin, not bothered by this in his playing. At the shaking of his head, Killer's hair fell partly over his shoulder to the front, but even this didn't seem to bother him. Penguin looked mesmerized at him, his mouth slowly becoming dry.

Killer played the last few chords while standing in front of the bed, and while the sound slowly died out, he looked down at his boyfriend. "Are you filming me?"

Penguin looked at the phone in his hand that he had completely forgotten about. He quickly pressed the stop button. "Maybe. You're amazing, I had to record this."

Killer smirked. "Thanks." He pulled the strap of his guitar over his head, and placed the instrument in its standard, next to his desk.

Penguin watched as Killer walked towards him, pushed his knees down, and straddled him without hesitation. Knocking off his cap, Killer's lips were on Penguin's within a second, pulling him into a long and passionate kiss. Penguin didn't complain.

"I missed being alone with you," Killer said, when there was a little bit of space between their lips.

"Me too," breathed Penguin, before putting his hand in Killer's hair and closing the distance between them again. The kiss deepened soon, and Penguin felt how Killer guided him down until he was lying with his back on the mattress. Killer was still on top of him, kissing him passionately. Penguin knew for sure he would never get enough of the sensation of Killer's tongue rubbing against his. Fuck, they really didn't do this often enough. He let out a soft moan when he felt Killer's fingers in his hair.

After a few minutes, Killer broke the kiss, out of breath. "We shouldn't be doing this," he said, but he didn't make an effort to get off of Penguin, and instead looked heated at him. "My father could walk in at any minute."

Penguin bit his lip. "That idea kinda turns me on," he said before he could stop himself. Well, not necessarily the idea of Killer's father walking in on them, but the idea that someone could catch them while they were doing things… Yes, that definitely turned him on a little.

Killer snorted. "What doesn't turn you on?" he said teasingly, probably referring to the fact that he'd said the same thing just a little while ago, about Killer playing the guitar. Or he was referring to the judo exercises they'd done the week before…. Yeah, Penguin had to admit Killer had a point.

He shrugged. "As long as you're involved… not much probably."

Killer let his tongue run over his lips. "Fuck, that opens up possibilities."

"Like what?" Penguin said, looking into his eyes, breathing heavily.

"I don't know yet." A grin appeared on his face. "But I'll think of something." He brought his mouth down on Penguin's again, and they continued their kissing for a few moments. Then Killer pulled back again. "I'm serious though, about my father barging in. It could happen."

"Doesn't he knock?" Penguin asked.

"Sometimes," Killer answered, sitting up. "Not always. If he thinks we're just working on a school project, he might not feel the need to knock."

Penguin looked up at the door, noticing a keyhole underneath the handle. "Can't you just lock the door?"

"I wish," Killer groaned. "The key has been lost for as long as I can remember."

Penguin looked around the room for a moment. "I've got an idea." He softly pushed Killer aside so he could get up, and walked towards Killer's desk chair. Sitting on it, he pulled the handle underneath and put the chair in the lowest possible position, after which he rolled it towards the door. Placing it underneath the door handle, the backrest was barely an inch lower, and with a quick pull, Penguin adjusted the chair's height again, so it was now pressing against the bottom of the door handle. He tried to push it down, but the chair made sure he wasn't able to.

Victoriously, he turned around to Killer. "Problem solved."

"Well, what're you standing there for then?" Killer smirked from his position on the bed. "Come back here."

Penguin gladly obeyed and walked back to the bed, forcing himself to go slowly even though he wanted to cross the distance as quick as possible. He didn't want to seem desperate.

Killer sat straight up with his knees on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on Penguin's stomach when he'd reached him. "Wait," he said with a deep voice, looking up at Penguin with an intensely lustful gaze, making Penguin's breath hitch in his throat. "Take off your clothes."

The command went straight to Penguin's dick. He raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something back, but he couldn't find the words. Killer's gaze and the way he had spoken left Penguin's mind empty of all coherent thought. He swallowed hard and nodded. "Okay."

He brought his hands to the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it upwards, noticing how Killer's eyes followed their every movement. The shirt went up more and more, until Penguin pulled it over his head, and he found his boyfriend staring into his eyes again.

"You're so hot," Killer grunted as he brought his lips towards Penguin's chest. He began to leave a trail of kisses all over his torso, slowly moving towards his nipple. Penguin let his eyes fell shut to enjoy the feeling of those hot lips on him.

"Continue," Killer said, and then he let his tongue dart out to play with Penguin's nipple.

Penguin gasped and let his head fall back. Oh, this was good. Every flick of Killer's tongue against his nipple sent a bolt of pleasure right down to Penguin's cock. Only after a few moments, Penguin realized what Killer had said, and he brought his hands towards the fly of his pants to follow his instructions. He opened it slowly, restraining himself from palming his quickly hardening dick.

Pushing his pants past his hips, they fell down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them carefully, so the movement would not disturb Killer's magical tongue. "F-fuck," he whimpered. "Killer… don't… don't stop."

He could feel Killer smirk against his skin, and suddenly, his teeth bit softly down Penguin's nipple.

"Ahh!" Penguin cried out, bucking his hips.

Killer immediately stopped what he was doing, and send him a warning look. "You gotta keep quiet, or I'll stop." He let his finger run over Penguin's other nipple that had previously been neglected. "You think you can do that?"

Penguin bit his bottom lip hard and nodded. Fuck, he wanted Killer to continue so badly, he would try his very best not to make a sound.

"Hm, good," Killer said. He looked Penguin up and down, before gazing into his eyes again. "Now…" he said, moving his mouth to the nipple his finger had been playing with. "Continue." His tongue darted out again to rub the sensitive skin.

Penguin breathed in sharply, both at the sensation of Killer's tongue and the implication that Killer wanted to see him completely naked. Fuck, he was a little nervous about showing his whole body to Killer, but at the same time he couldn't wait to find out what Killer would do with him once he was naked. So, he hooked his finger behind the elastic of his boxers, and slowly pushed them down, freeing his erection. For the last bit he used his feet to pull the fabric down and stepped out of it. Penguin used his toes to pull off his socks as well.

Killer let go of him and moved backwards a little, letting his eyes run over the completely naked body of his boyfriend. Penguin felt slightly nervous and vulnerable under his stare. Sure, Killer had seen and held his dick, but he had never seen him without any clothes before, and somehow that felt more intimate. What if he didn't like what he saw?

Killer licked his lips, and his breath became heavier. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He let his hands run over Penguin's hips to his sides and towards his back, pressing him closer, and letting Penguin's cock rub against Killer's stomach.

Penguin had to suppress a moan when he felt Killer's fingers digging into his lower back and dragging down to his butt. Killer kissed his upper chest and hummed appreciatively when he squeezed Penguin's buttocks, pushing their bodies closer together and creating more friction around Penguin's erection.

"Killer…" Penguin moaned softly.

Killer placed a kiss on his collarbone before looking up. "Hmm, yes?"

Penguin looked at him and leaned forward to kiss him, immediately pushing his tongue in his boyfriend's hot mouth. Fuck, he was so horny now. Killer responded with his own eager tongue and moaned quietly into Penguin's mouth.

When they broke apart, Penguin complained, "It's not fair."

Killer smirked at him, and brought his left hand towards Penguin's cock. "What isn't?" he asked, as he wrapped his fingers around the tip and slowly started stroking him.

Penguin bit his lip to muffle the moan that escaped his throat. "Fuck," he said breathily. "I'm completely naked, and you're completely dressed," he managed to bring out more or less quietly.

Killer still smirked. "You can change that."

Penguin didn't hesitate and started clawing at Killer's T-shirt, pulling it up. Killer let go of his cock just long enough so Penguin could remove his shirt, after which he went back to stroking him again. Fuck, this felt good. Penguin had to force himself to keep his hips still and to not start fucking Killer's hand. He didn't want to risk coming before Killer's clothes were even off.

In that light, Penguin took a step back, removing his dick from the warmth of Killer's hand. "I can't take off your pants like this."

The stupid sexy smirk didn't leave Killer's face, and he got up from the bed to stand before him. He grabbed Penguin's hands, and led them towards his fly. "Now you can," he said with a deep voice, next to Penguin's ear.

A shudder went down Penguin's spine, and his hands started to unbutton Killer's pants. He could already feel the bulge underneath the fabric, and Killer's arousal made Penguin even more excited. He got down on his knees to pull the fabric of the pants down, and Killer helped him by lifting up his bare feet one by one, so Penguin could remove the clothing completely. Now there was only one piece of clothing left, and Penguin wasn't going to wait any longer. He carefully, but quickly pulled Killer's trunks down as well.

As he removed the piece of underwear, he looked up at his boyfriend. Fuck, he was so incredibly hot. Especially with his erection standing proudly to attention at the level of Penguin's face. Penguin looked at it and licked his lips. Could he…? Should he…? Penguin wrapped his hand around Killer's cock and started stroking it, but he hadn't made up his mind yet. It was perfectly aligned with his mouth… He would just have to open it…

With a blush on his cheeks Penguin rose to his feet, realizing that he had no idea how to give a blowjob. He didn't want to do it wrong. He just kept stroking Killer's cock, and when he fully stood up again, Killer lifted his chin to kiss him hungrily. Penguin was kind of glad he didn't seem too disappointed he hadn't taken Killer into his mouth, even though the thought must have occurred to him.

Killer's tongue rubbing his own in an attempt to feel as much of him as possible, eased Penguin's mind, and he let himself enjoy the pleasure of it. He felt his own dick pressing at the underside of Killer's, and Penguin tried to take them both in his hand, but it wasn't easy, due to their height differences.

Killer grunted. "Come," he said, moving to the bed again, pulling Penguin with him. He sat down with his back against the wall, moving Penguin on top of his lap. This way, their erections aligned better. Killer moved Penguin's hand back to their cocks, and made sure he wrapped his fingers around both of them. Killer placed his own hand on the other side, covering Penguin's fingers as well, and he started to move their hands up and down.

"Fuck…" Killer moaned quietly.

Penguin bit his lip hard to keep his own moans in. He looked down at their joined hands. This was so fucking hot! Not only did it look hot, it felt incredible too; both their hands stroking them, but also the sensation of Killer's dick rubbing against his own. Fucking amazing!

He felt the heat rise between them, and Penguin couldn't hold all his moans in anymore, but he did his very best to keep them as quiet as possible. "Fuck," he whimpered softly. "This is s-so good."

A sudden, loud knocking on the door startled them. "Killer, is everything alright?" they heard Kid's voice come from behind the door.

Killer stared at Penguin with wide eyes, his hand frozen in its place around their cocks, just like the rest of his body seemed unable to move.

It was very silent for a few seconds, before Kid spoke again. "You haven't killed each other, have you?" Then, they heard the sound of a hand coming down on the door handle.

TBC~!

* The playing to ABBA songs was inspired by zotheguitarist on TikTok.
** The Phantom of the Opera was inspired by the version of Nightwish (and since Killer secretly likes musicals in this story, I thought it was fitting for him).