Chapter 27
"Killer, is everything alright?"
Killer stared at Penguin in horror. Fuuuck, why did his father choose this very moment to come and check up on them? His body went rigid while his mind worked on full speed. How could he make the situation look normal if his father decided to barge in at this moment? Both he and Penguin were completely naked! Maybe Penguin could hide inside his closet really quickly, but then Killer was still naked, and their clothes lay all over the floor. Besides, his father already knew Penguin was in his room, so it wouldn't really be an option for him to hide. Killer could always throw his bedsheets over them to cover their naked bodies, but then he was still in bed with Penguin, and that left hardly anything to the imagination either.
"You haven't killed each other, have you?" Kid spoke again, and Killer heard his hand land on the door handle.
"We're fine!" he quickly answered, as he realized the only option was to keep his father on the other side of that door. Killer heard how his father was trying to push the doorhandle down, but he saw to his relief that Penguin's solution of putting his chair underneath it worked. At least somewhat, as he was sure his father could easily break down the door if he wanted to.
"We're just busy," Killer added. "Working on our project." He glanced at Penguin and saw his face become amused. Killer quickly and worriedly looked back to the door handle, making sure it really didn't get pushed down. "Nothing to worry about." He hoped his father went away as soon as possible.
Suddenly, he felt hot lips on his neck, and a shudder went down his spine. Fuck, he wanted to lean into that kiss, but now really wasn't the time! He grabbed Penguin's shoulder with his free hand – his other still frozen in place on their dicks – and pushed him back. "Stop that!" he whispered.
"Hm," he heard his father say. "So, Penguin's still alive too?"
"Yes, Sir," Penguin replied, after which he leaned forward to kiss Killer's neck again.
Shit, it felt so good, this time Killer let him.
It was quiet for a moment, until his father spoke again. "'Kay, don't forget to drink something." After that, Killer heard his footsteps walk away and then down the stairs.
Killer let out a relieved sigh and closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of Penguin's lips that were still placing soft kisses on his neck. But his heart was still racing from the shock of almost being caught.
Suddenly, he felt that Penguin started to move their hands up and down their erections again. Killer didn't stop him, but didn't quite move with him either. "I don't think…" he started, but the second half of the sentence died on his lips as he felt the pleasure build up again.
"No, you do think," Penguin said against his skin. "And that's the problem. You think too much." He kept his hand moving, urging Killer to move with him. "Your father is gone; we can finish what we started." He softly bit down Killer's neck.
Killer gasped. He was weak. "Fuck, fine," he said as his hand joined his boyfriend's in its movements. "But only if you're really, really quiet."
"Ohh, I'll be good," Penguin said breathily beside his ear. "I promise."
Shit, why did that sound so arousing? Killer involuntarily bucked his hips, creating a little more friction between their cocks and their hands. "Fuck, Peng…" he moaned softly.
"Yes," Penguin breathed, his mouth still at Killer's ear. Every word, every breath, went straight to Killer's dick. "Do that again."
Killer thrust up his hips as much as their positions allowed it and let his head fall back against the wall in pleasure. Penguin moaned so quietly that Killer felt the vibrations of it more than he heard it.
Killer repeated the movement, again and again, in rhythm with their hands. "Fuck, you're so hot," he whispered.
Soon, Penguin couldn't hold his hips still anymore either, and the friction was so, so good. The feeling of their joined hands around them, Penguin's cock rubbing against his own… Fuck, Killer couldn't hold back a moan.
It didn't take very long before Penguin became a quivering, panting mess in his lap. Killer opened his eyes and pushed Penguin's shoulder back so he could look his boyfriend in the eyes. A second later, he smashed their lips together and let his tongue enter Penguin's mouth. Fuck, so hot!
A few more thrusts into their hands, and Penguin moaned loudly into his mouth. Killer felt a warm, wet substance hit his chest and hand, and the realization that Penguin came, drove him over the edge as well. He felt Penguin bite his lip when he spilled his semen, and his mind went blank.
When Killer slowly got back from high, Penguin kissed him lazily for a few seconds. "Fuck, Kill, that felt really good," he said eventually.
"Fuck, yeah," Killer agreed. "If my father heard you, you're dead."
Penguin snorted. "Because he's gonna kill me or because you're gonna kill me?"
"Me," Killer answered. "Though maybe he too."
Penguin kissed him shortly on his lips. "You don't mean that."
Killer smiled. "No, I don't." He grabbed the back of Penguin's head and kissed him again, long and lovingly. Yeah, lovingly… He felt the words come up, but quickly pushed them down again. Nope, it was way too soon for those kinds of feelings. It was just the post-sex glow that made him feel that way.
He kept kissing Penguin, and lifted him up to lay him down with his back on the mattrass. Killer leaned on his elbows to make sure he wouldn't crush Penguin under his weight, but never stopped kissing him. God, kissing Penguin was the best. He didn't even mind the stickiness between them.
They lay kissing on Killer's bed for several minutes, forgetting everything around them. Killer's whole world was Penguin at this moment, and it seemed like Penguin felt the same way. Penguin's soft lips on his, his wet, hot tongue sliding against his own, it was too good. Killer felt his dick twitch. Fuck.
He finally broke their kiss. "We should stop," he said, panting slightly.
"Why?" Penguin looked at him with those big brown eyes, that Killer couldn't resist. Then the corner of Penguin's mouth curled up. "Because you're getting aroused again?"
Killer felt his cheeks heat up. "I'm not," he said, but his treacherous cock jerked again.
Penguin's smirk became bigger. "Uhuh." He lifted his head and licked at Killer's bottom lip, making Killer's dick react again. "You know I can feel that, right?"
"Okay, okay, fine." Killer climbed off him and stood beside the bed with nowhere to hide his half hard cock. "I'm getting aroused again."
Penguin sat up, but still smirked at him. "I don't mind." He reached out his hand towards Killer's crotch.
Killer quickly took a step back, out of his reach. "Don't," he said, taking a deep breath, because his dick screamed 'do!'. "Don't encourage this little piece of shit," he said, gesturing vaguely towards his cock, annoyed with his own body.
Penguin's smirk only grew. "I wouldn't say it's little…"
Killer groaned and silently cursed his dick for betraying him like that. "We should clean up and get dressed. I don't want to give my father a second chance to walk in on us."
"Hey, my chair idea worked!" Penguin brought in. "He couldn't open the door, and he won't be able to a second time."
"Penguin, please," Killer said, opening his desk drawer and taking out the box of tissues he had hidden there. "How can you be so carefree? I almost got a heart attack when he tried to open the door."
Penguin shrugged. "Me too, until I noticed the chair thing worked."
"Yeah, well, that's already kinda suspicious, don't you think?" Killer started to clean himself. "Why would we block the door if we're just working on a biology project?"
"Well, he didn't ask about that, did he?" Penguin stood up and walked towards him. "Maybe he didn't even really try and didn't notice the door was blocked."
Killer really hoped that was the case. He took a deep breath when he felt Penguin's fingers run over his chest. He wanted Penguin to keep touching him, but at the same time he really needed him to stop. Killer lifted up Penguin's chin so he looked him in the eyes, but before he could say something, Penguin opened his mouth.
"You've missed a bit here," he said, letting his finger rest on the side of Killer's stomach. "I'll stop touching you," he added, guessing what Killer had been about to say. "For now."
Killer kissed him. "Thanks." Then he looked at the place on his body where Penguin had pointed and saw that there was indeed a bit of semen left – who's, Killer could not tell. He got another tissue and removed as much as he could. Unfortunately, it had already partly dried and some places on his body remained sticky. He would have to take a shower as soon as Penguin was gone.
"Next time I'll come to your place again." Killer picked his trunks up from the floor while Penguin was cleaning himself. "At least your dad knows about us. He will know not to barge into your room if we're there, right?"
Penguin looked doubtful. "Right… except the first time, when we were kissing."
"True, but back then we were still fighting. Now he knows we could be doing things he doesn't want to see." Killer put on his underwear and grabbed his jeans.
"Or he'll make sure we keep the door open, so we won't do anything he doesn't want to see." Penguin started to get dressed as well.
Killer sighed. That was very much an option, seeing as he'd warned Killer not to go too fast. Killer didn't think they were going too fast, but Law might have another idea about that.
"But this Wednesday I will have the house to myself for a few hours before dinner, so you could come over then…" Penguin suggested.
"Deal," Killer agreed a bit too fast for his own liking. He buttoned up his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head. Then he looked at Penguin, who was just bending over to step into his pants. Damn, he had a nice ass. Killer definitely wouldn't mind doing some more things with that ass, one day. He shook his head. He really shouldn't be thinking those things right now. His arousal had just been ebbing away.
"We should talk about biology for real, though." Killer pulled his desk chair away from the door. "We still have to come up with something." Maybe taking Penguin as partner in this project hadn't been the wisest decision if they got distracted every time.
"I already have an idea." Penguin was just done getting dressed, and sat back on the bed.
Killer sat down on his chair and looked expectantly at him.
"Music," Penguin explained. "We could research the effect of music on the growth of plants."
The next day, Killer sat on his bed, laptop in his lap, but he couldn't concentrate on the homework he was supposed to do. His mind kept going back to the previous day. He let his hand touch the mattrass when he remembered the things Penguin and he had been doing on it. Damn, he couldn't wait until he was alone with Penguin again.
At a certain point, yesterday, the two of them had gone down to get something to drink, and they had to pass by his father, who was sitting in the living room. Kid hadn't said much, but Killer had felt his eyes on him at all times, as if he knew exactly what they had been up to. He couldn't know, of course, Killer had to remind himself, but the feeling was still there. But then again, if Kid actually knew, he probably wouldn't stay silent about it. Killer couldn't see him just accept such a thing and move on.
No, there was no way Kid could know about them.
His mind went back to Penguin, and the happenings of the previous day played in his imagination again. He remembered Penguin stripping him down, and he remembered the way Penguin had looked at his dick for a moment. Fuck, for a second, he had thought Penguin would take him into his mouth. But he hadn't, and Killer couldn't blame him. He had probably had the exact same thought a few moments earlier, when Penguin had stood naked in front of him. He would have loved to give him head, but he had no idea how to go about it. How did you give a blowjob? It had to be more than just putting it in your mouth, right? Sure, he'd seen people do it in porn, but that told him very little about how to actually do it.
You know what? He opened Google and started typing 'how to give a blowjob'. He would just erase his browser history later, in case his father might look into it. It wouldn't be the first time he did that. The first hit he got was an article with the title 'Can dentists tell if you've had oral sex?'. Not really what Killer was looking for, but he got curious anyway. Can they? Killer started reading. Apparently, some dentists claimed that they could indeed tell when you had been giving blowjobs. Creepy. Killer was glad he had just been to the dentist and wouldn't have to go again soon.
But in the article was a link to another article, which did include some information he was looking for. While reading, he quickly came to the conclusion that there were quite a few ways to give a blowjob. Apparently, different people liked different things, and he'd had to try some things out to see what he liked, both in giving and receiving. But one thing became clear to him; teeth were a no go. Still, he wanted some more information, maybe with some visuals, so he opened YouTube and searched for videos on the topic. Apparently, there were quite a few people who wanted to tell you how to give the best blowjob ever. He watched a few of them, and even though they were helpful, he did notice most of them specifically talked about women giving head. It annoyed him a little how heteronormative they were, but in the end, he figured it wouldn't make a difference in the way giving head worked.
Killer was watching his fourth video on the topic, when the door to his room suddenly opened. In a reflex he slammed his laptop shut. Unfortunately, the sound was a little slow and the woman from the video continued saying a few more words before the sound shut off as well. Killer looked at his father, who was standing in the doorway, terrified he had heard anything of importance.
Kid looked back at him, first emotionless, but then a grin broke through on his face. "Were you watching porn?"
Killer tried to put on his best poker face, as he was fighting against the blush that wanted to take over. "No."
"Then why did you shut your laptop so quickly?"
"None of your business," Killer replied, stone faced.
"So, you were watching porn," Kid concluded. "I honestly don't care, Killer. I watched porn at your age too. As long as you realize it's usually not a realistic or healthy depiction of sex."
"Dad," Killer answered calmly, actually kind of glad his father thought he was watching porn, hetero porn probably, and not a tutorial on how to give a blowjob. Still, he wouldn't admit to watching porn, especially when this was not the case at this particular moment. "I was not watching porn, and I didn't need to know that about you." And yeah, of course he knew porn wasn't very realistic. "But I'm pretty sure you're just saying that anyway, because you didn't have internet when you were my age."
The grin disappeared from Kid's face. "I'm not that old, you little shit! And I'll have you know that there were ways to watch porn even before people had access to the internet." He glowered. "But I could very much go on the internet to search for porn back then."
Killer sighed. He shouldn't have challenged his father. Now he kept going on about it, and Killer started imagining his father as a sixteen-year-old behind an old-timey computer searching for some titties. Gross.
"Anyway," his father continued. "Why did you block the door, yesterday, when you had Penguin in here?"
Killer's stomach immediately formed a knot. So he had noticed. Fuck. "What are you talking about?" Killer's first reaction to panic, if fighting wasn't an option, was to play dumb.
"When I knocked on the door, I tried to open it too, but the doorhandle wouldn't move. Something or someone must have been blocking it from the inside," Kid clarified. The way he spoke indicated that Killer shouldn't try to deny it.
Killer shrugged. "I don't know… Oh, Penguin moved some stuff around to make some room," he said as if he just remembered it. "He must have pushed the chair against the door."
Kid just looked at him with a blank stare, as if he was trying to figure him out. "Room for what?"
"Our biology project, of course," Killer lied. "We needed to lay out some things on the floor."
"Hm." Even though Kid didn't seem convinced, he did accept that answer and let the topic rest. "Anyway, dinner will be ready in half an hour." He eyed the laptop in Killer's lap. "Make sure you wash your hands when you're done."
TBC~!