This is officially my longest fanfic to date now!

Chapter 29

Killer sat on his motorcycle, ready to leave, but stayed where he was while he followed Penguin with his eyes. It would be suspicious if they left school together, so he waited for a little bit. As Penguin turned the corner, he wasn't visible from school anymore. Killer hung his spare helmet around his wrist and started the engine.

Even though Killer drove slowly, he caught up with his boyfriend within half a minute. He slowed down as much as he could, and positioned his bike next to Penguin, who was still walking, seeming lost in thought.

"Hey, handsome," Killer said, and only then Penguin stopped in his tracks and looked up. Killer held out his spare helmet to him. "Hop on."

Penguin gave him a good look over and smirked. "You often pick up guys like that?" He took the helmet from Killer's hands.

Killer smiled, amused – not like Penguin could see it under his helmet. "All the time," he joked.

Penguin chuckled. "I can imagine. Who wouldn't want to take a ride with a hot stranger on a bike?" Still, he hesitated to put the helmet on. "Is it safe?"

Killer huffed. "Are you saying I can't drive? Of course it's safe."

"No, that's not what I meant," Penguin defended himself. "I've just never been on a motorbike before."

"If you put on that helmet and hold on to me, nothing can go wrong," Killer reassured him.

Penguin seemed convinced by that and pulled off his cap to replace it with the helmet. He quickly put the cap in his backpack before he climbed on the back of Killer's bike.

"Put your hands around–" Killer started, but Penguin had already wrapped his arms around him, hugging him from behind. Killer couldn't help but smile, and then he carefully checked his surroundings. They weren't that far from school, after all, but Killer wasn't too worried, since no one would probably recognize Penguin with the helmet on anyway. "–my waist," Killer finished his sentence.

Penguin placed his arms a little lower, and Killer started the engine again. But one of Penguin's hands didn't stay there, and traveled even lower, towards his crotch. Jesus. "My waist, Peng! Can't you wait like two more minutes until we're at your home?"

Penguin quickly removed his hand from Killer's crotch. "Sorry."

Killer drove off and went a bit faster than he had initially planned. In a little over one minute, he had reached Penguin's house, and parked his bike in the same place he had the last time.

Penguin got off the back and removed his helmet. "Okay, that was awesome."

Killer smirked. He knew Penguin would like it. "Just a few more months and you can get your driver's license too." He got off his bike and put the lock on it.

Penguin laughed. "Yeah, my father would never let me."

"Why not?" Killer removed his helmet and ran a hand through his hair out of habit. "He said he liked my bike, so why wouldn't he let you drive one?"

"He said that?" Penguin asked surprised, while he was reaching into the pocket of his coat for his keys.

Killer nodded. "Yeah, after he caught us on the couch… so, he didn't even have a reason to be nice to me."

Penguin snorted. "That doesn't mean he'd be okay with me driving one, though. You're not his son." He turned the key in the lock and opened the front door.

"Do I need to take your dad for a ride to convince him too?" Killer followed his boyfriend inside.

Penguin laughed hard. "I'm sorry," he said. "That looked hilarious in my head."

Killer could barely hold in his own laughter. Seeing Penguin laugh just made him happy. When Penguin laughed it seemed like all problems in the world disappeared for a moment, and everything was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Killer took a moment to roll his eyes at himself. Fucking hell, when had he become such a sap?

Penguin had placed the helmet he'd been wearing on the entryway table, and Killer followed his example. "But I'm not even sure if I would want to drive one myself. I guess part of the charm was getting to hug you in public anyway," Penguin said, smiling cheekily at him. "So, if you'd ever wanna take me for a longer ride… I'd be up for that."

"If we go somewhere where no one will recognize me, then… sure." Killer took his jacket off and hung it up on the coat rack. "But not today."

"Not today," Penguin agreed. He took off his coat too, and continued taking off his shoes in silence.

Killer did as well, and suddenly the silence felt a little heavy. Both of them were probably thinking about the same thing – what Killer had promised to do today – but neither of them spoke about it. Killer cursed himself. Why had he had to say what he had said? Now he couldn't go back. Not that he'd changed his mind, but now it just felt like he had to, because he had said it out loud. Even if he was sure Penguin wouldn't blame him if he didn't go through with it. It still created a tension between them, and not necessarily the good kind of tension.

Killer sighed quietly. He really wanted to give Penguin head, but now the mood wasn't right, and he began to get nervous about it too.

"So, ehm, you want something to drink?" Penguin asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, sure," Killer answered. "Let's get something to drink and then go up to your room." He followed Penguin to the kitchen.

Penguin grabbed two glasses and opened the fridge. "What do you want?"

Killer eyed the beer bottles at the bottom of the fridge. He could use some alcohol to calm his nerves right now, but he didn't want to get Penguin in trouble, in case Law would notice that a bottle or two were gone. So, Killer shrugged. "Water's fine."

Penguin filled their glasses, and they went up to Penguin's room, again not saying anything. Killer opened the door for him and made sure it was firmly closed when they were both inside. There was no lock, but Killer was confident Law would knock if they were still here when he got home. After all, his bike was in the driveway, so he would know Killer was here.

Penguin had placed their glasses on his nightstand and looked at him as if he was unsure what to do next.

Killer let his head fall back against the door and groaned. "I made it awkward, didn't I?"

"No, not at all!" Penguin was quick to say, but Killer knew he felt the awkwardness too.

"Really?" Killer looked at him. "'Cause you haven't even kissed me yet."

Penguin chuckled and walked towards him. "You're right, that's very uncharacteristic of me." He pressed his lips on Killer's.

Killer leaned into the kiss, and immediately some of his nervousness faded away. He pulled Penguin into a hug while deepening the kiss, and he felt Penguin's arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

When they broke their kiss, Killer let his forehead rest against Penguin's. "Peng," he said. "Thank you for what you did today, in the showers."

"Of course," Penguin smiled. "Wait, that isn't why you wanted to…"

"No, I wanted to do that even before that," Killer assured him. "But don't say 'of course'. If you had just let everything happen, I might have been forced to come out. Isn't that what you want?"

"I want you to be able to be yourself openly, yes." Penguin looked him in the eyes. "But I want you to come out on your own terms, not because some douchebag forces you."

Killer chuckled, glad to hear those words come from Penguin's mouth. "God, I wanted to punch him."

"Same," Penguin smiled, but then looked seriously at him. "But the only one you're allowed to fight with a boner, is me."

Killer snorted, kissed Penguin, and lifted him from the floor, dragging him towards the bed. Penguin wrapped his legs around Killer's waist, and they collapsed together on the bed, Killer on top. Only when they were lying on the mattress, they parted.

"Who do you think I was looking at when I got that boner in the first place?" Killer said teasingly.

Penguin huffed. "It'd better be me."

Killer kissed his jaw. "Were there any other guys there then? Didn't see them." He kissed Penguin's neck. "You're the only one who makes me feel that way." He placed another kiss on his neck, this time sucking lightly.

"Ohhh, fuck," Penguin moaned softly. "What way? Horny?"

Killer smirked, pleased that the mood started to shift, and please that he had found another thing that Penguin liked. He tried it again, this time sucking a little harder.

"Ahh, shit, Killer," Penguin put his hand in Killer's hair. "That's so good."

Fuck, Killer loved the way Penguin moaned. He hummed while he licked the base of Penguin's neck. "Yes, you make me very horny." It wasn't the only thing Penguin made him feel, but it was what counted now. He bit down and sucked again. Penguin's moan went straight towards Killer's dick.

Making a trail by kissing, licking, biting, and sucking up and down Penguin's neck, he eventually reached his collarbone, and Penguin's shirt got in the way of going lower. Killer reached down with his hands, towards the bottom of Penguin's shirt, but couldn't help himself and let one hand wander a little further down, and he palmed the growing bulge in Penguin's pants.

Penguin bucked his hips at the touch, searching for more friction, but Killer pulled back his hand so he could use both of them to pull Penguin's shirt up. He liked to tease Penguin a little.

Killer pulled Penguin's shirt over his head and let his eyes roam over the body he uncovered. When Killer's eyes landed on his neck, he suppressed a laugh. "Oops," he said, bringing his lips towards Penguin's chest. "I hope you have a high collared shirt to wear to school tomorrow." He continued his trail of leaving kisses and love marks on Penguin's chest.

He noticed how Penguin brought his hand towards his own neck. "What did you do?"

"Don't blame me," Killer said between kisses. "You obviously liked it."

He let his teeth rake over Penguin's nipple and got a gasp in return. Fuck, playing with Penguin was so arousing. The way he quivered, gasped, and moaned underneath Killer's touch… It gave Killer such a powerful feeling. He was the one who made Penguin feel that good. He was the one who could arouse Penguin every time again. He wanted to make Penguin feel more and more of that pleasure.

As Killer slowly made his way, kissing and biting, licking and sucking, down Penguin's chest towards his stomach, Penguin let out multiple gasps and moans, and Killer's own pants became painfully tight. But even though he longed for a little friction, he decided to focus completely on Penguin. He placed a few more kisses on Penguin's belly, each one closer to the brim of his pants, and then he looked up at Penguin's face.

Penguin had popped himself up on his elbows and looked back with big, lustful eyes. He seemed obsessed with Killer's every move, and Killer smirked as he breathed heavily above the obvious bulge in his pants. He brought his hands towards Penguin's belt to open it.

"Wait," Penguin said, his voice raspy. "It's not gonna happen again, that I'm the first one to get naked, while you still have all your clothes on." He licked his lips. "Strip."

Killer let his mouth come closer to Penguin's clothed erection, almost touching it, before smirking and pulling away. "Yes, sir," he said teasingly. He went to sit up on his knees between Penguin's still spread legs. God, he was a sight to see.

Killer decided to put up a little bit of a show, and flexed his stomach muscles while he pulled his shirt slowly up and over his head. If Penguin's stare was anything to go by, it had the desired effect. Killer dropped his shirt on the floor and brought his hands towards the fly of his pants, softly rolling his hips. He opened the button and pulled the zipper down, but he couldn't help but let his hand rub over his dick a bit. He let out a soft moan. Finally, some fucking friction.

He opened his eyes, not even having noticed he'd closed them, and slowly pushed his pants down.

"Fuck, Killer, you could be a professional stripper. I'd pay to see this," Penguin said, watching him with open mouth.

Killer smirked at him. "You don't have to. This is for your eyes only." He pushed the fabric of his jeans down to his knees. Not being able to pull it down further in this position, he stood up next to the bed, and continued ridding himself of his pants in one fluent movement. When he straightened up again, he threw his head back so his hair, which had partly moved towards his chest, fell to his back again.

"Fuck, dammit, Killer," Penguin cursed. "Take those boxers off and get back here."

"Tch, so impatient," Killer teased him. Yet, he wasn't much better himself, so he hooked his fingers behind the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down, not wasting too much time teasing his boyfriend anymore. When his erection was freed from its confinements, he saw Penguin look at it, biting his lip.

Killer climbed back on the bed and took on his former position between Penguin's legs, bringing his hands back to Penguin's belt. "Am I naked enough to have your permission to take off your pants?"

Penguin nodded, breathing heavily, and Killer opened the belt and the fly of his pants. Not wanting to waste any more time, he pulled Penguin's boxers down together with his jeans. He pulled them all the way down his legs and dropped them on the floor before putting each leg on one of his sides again. Killer leaned down and kissed the insides of Penguin's thighs, starting just above the knee, and kissing his way up slowly.

He heard Penguin gasp, and he began to whimper as Killer came closer to his crotch. Killer saw his erection jerk in anticipation, but he loved teasing Penguin some more, so just before his mouth reached its destination, he switched to Penguin's other leg and started kissing his left thigh.

"Oh my fucking God, Killer," Penguin groaned, frustrated. "Stop teasing me."

Killer smirked and let his tongue run up Penguin's thigh, gaining another pleasured gasp. "Hm? I just realized…" he said, slightly nervous that he was actually about to suck Penguin's dick, but at the same time also very much looking forward to it. "I told you what I wanted to do, but… I never asked if you wanted that too." Even though Penguin's body language screamed that he wanted this, it didn't hurt to ask.

Penguin stared at him with a lustful, but also an almost angry gaze. "Fucking hell, Killer. You have my consent to do whatever the fuck you want with me."

Shit, that was hot. While teasing Penguin was fun, he was teasing himself with it as well, and Killer had had enough of it. He placed his tongue at the base of Penguin's dick, and slowly licked upwards. Penguin took a sharp and ragged breath, which already send shivers down Killer's spine. Killer used his right hand to grab the base of the delicious cock in front of him, and lifted it from Penguin's stomach to get better access.

"Wait!" Penguin said suddenly.

Killer looked up at him, confused. Had he changed his mind?

But Penguin looked flustered at him. "Shouldn't we use a condom?"

Shit, Killer hadn't thought about that. Of course, you could get STDs from oral sex too. That much their biology teacher had explained. But he didn't bring a condom, and if he was honest, a condom in his mouth didn't sound that appealing. "Do we have to?" he asked, he let his lips brush over the shaft of Penguin's cock, and he could see Penguin bite his lip. Killer continued his argument. "I mean, you haven't had sex with anyone else, right? And I haven't either, so… we probably don't have STDs anyway."

"I mean, I haven't, but… can't it be…. Isn't it possible that–" Penguin started to bring in.

"I honestly really want to taste your dick, not a condom," Killer interrupted him, keeping his mouth against said dick while he talked.

"Fuck," Penguin moaned softly. "You've convinced me. Carry on."

Killer smirked and licked the underside of the tip of Penguin's cock, before wetting his lips and wrapping them around it. He slowly let Penguin's dick slide further into his mouth, letting his tongue rub along the underside.

Penguin moaned loudly. "Holy fucking shit!"

The sounds and curses of obvious pleasure made Killer more confident, and he started moving his head up and down, sucking lightly. He remembered to make sure his teeth didn't scrape over Peguin's cock, but that was surprisingly easier than he had thought. As he moved his head up and down, he tried to get as much friction as possible with his tongue. And oh, did he enjoy this. The way Penguin moaned went straight to his own dick, accompanied by the feeling of Penguin's hard cock in his mouth. Fuck yeah. Killer decided there and then that he fucking loved giving head.

There was just one thing all the articles and YouTubers failed to mention, though; this was not a good position to give a blowjob in for people with long hair. His hair kept falling into his face, and kept getting in the way. Killer used his left hand to flip his hair back each time, but it fell forwards just as quick again. He released Penguin's cock from his mouth and tried to get the hair out of his face again. "I should have tied my hair back," he grunted.

"Let me…" Penguin said, sounding slightly out of breath. He used both hands to move Killer's hair out of his face and brought it together at the back of his head, where he held it all up in one hand. He used the other arm to lean on his elbow, so he could watch Killer better.

A few shorter strands escaped, but Killer wasn't bothered by that. This was a lot better. He felt how Penguin's hand pushed him ever softly back towards his dick, and Killer smirked. "You want more, huh?" Killer didn't wait for an answer, and took Penguin's cock in his mouth again, as far as possible, until he felt it hit the back of his throat and his gag reflex set in. He quickly pulled back a little.

"Fuuuck," Penguin moaned. "You sure you haven't done this before?"

Killer kept moving his head up and down. "Uhuh," he hummed with his mouth full of cock. He moved his tongue around a bit and used his right hand to stroke the base in rhythm with his mouth.

"Ahh, fuck!" Penguin didn't hold back, and honestly, that was how Killer liked it best. "You're so fucking, fucking good!"

Killer was so hard by now, he couldn't stop himself and brought his left hand towards his own leaking cock and started stroking it. Fuck! He moaned around Penguin's cock.

"Ohh, yes!" Penguin slightly bucked his hips. "You touching yourself right now?" he said between moans. "It feels so good… ahhh! When you moan… with my cock in your mouth."

God, Killer didn't realize he'd be so turned on by Penguin talking dirty, but fuck, the last bit of that sentence made his hand speed up his pace. He tried to burry Penguin as deep inside his throat as possible again, and moaned loudly before pulling back.

Killer kept working that delicious cock with his mouth for a few more minutes, getting all kinds of wonderful sounds out of Penguin. But too soon he felt a familiar warmth build up in the pit of his stomach. He forced himself to slow down his hand. He didn't want to come before Penguin. But fuck, sucking Penguin was so hot. Even with his hand slowing down, he still felt his orgasm nearing.

Penguin's hand tightened in his hair and his hips trembled. "Fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, I'm close…"

Killer couldn't hold it anymore, and his eyes rolled back when he felt his climax wash over him. His jaw went slack, and he let Penguin fuck his mouth until he came a few seconds later. Killer felt Penguin's semen hit the back of his throat and the roof of his mouth, and tasted it on his tongue. He made sure to catch as much cum as he could before sucking on the tip of Penguin's cock and releasing it. Penguin moaned loudly, and some of his semen still landed on Killer's lips and dripped down his chin.

Killer swallowed. Fuck yeah, it felt good to swallow Penguin's semen. The idea that he had been able to make Penguin come with just his mouth, and had taken in almost all that Penguin had to give, made him somehow feel powerful. And it didn't taste bad either.

Penguin was panting heavily, lying flat on his back again. "I'm sorry," he said between pants, "for coming in your mouth."

"Don't be," Killer smirked and moved from between Penguin's legs to lay at his side. "I wanted that." He wiped some semen from his chin with his thumb.

Penguin chuckled, eyes closed, and a look of pure bliss on his face. He was still trying to catch his breath. "How do I taste?"

Killer, who just licked the cum off his thumb, smirked. "Good. Wanna taste for yourself?" He didn't wait for an answer, and pressed his lips on Penguin's, invading his mouth with his tongue immediately.

Penguin let out a surprised yelp, but kissed back, letting his tongue rub against Killers. After a minute of lazy, wet kissing, Killer pulled back and lay down beside him.

"That was weird," Penguin said, but he was smiling at him. "Tasting my cum on your tongue and lips."

Killer chuckled softly and pulled him closer, laying Penguin's head against shoulder. "I thought it was pretty hot."

Penguin chuckled too, and shifted a bit so he could drape one of his legs over Killer's body. "But fuck, that was the best orgasm I've ever had."

Killer smiled. "I'm glad."

Penguin looked up at him and kissed his jaw. "You want me to do that for you too?"

Killer hugged him a little tighter. "Next time maybe – if you want to. I've taken care of myself for now." That was when he realized something. "You might have to change your bedsheets, though."

Penguin hummed contently, not seeming the least bit bothered by this. He snuggled a bit further into the curve of Killer's neck, and Killer felt his own heart beat loudly in his chest. He was sure Penguin felt it too. God, he wanted to stay here in bed with Penguin forever. Forget school, forget their parents, forget the world. Penguin was the only thing that mattered.

"Can I ask you something?" Penguin said quietly after a while, almost seeming shy all of a sudden.

"Of course." Killer let his hand wander to Penguin's head and started playing with his hair.

"How… did you know what to do?" Penguin's voice had become even quieter. "And do it so well?"

Killer smiled. "I guess I'm a natural," he joked. But when Penguin didn't laugh, he added, "That, and I did some research."

When Penguin let out a relieved breath, Killer realized he was just insecure. He pressed a kiss on Penguin's hair. "You know, I just tried some things, and whenever I noticed you liked something, I knew to repeat that." Killer moved and lifted Penguin's head, so he could look into his eyes. "Peng, I want you to know that I'm not expecting anything like that from you. Just because I wanted to do this, doesn't mean you should too. If you're not ready for it, or don't want to do it at all, that's fine with me. Don't do anything you're not comfortable with."

"Shut up, will ya?" Penguin said, blushing, and he softly punched Killer's chest. "Stop being so damn considerate."

Killer snorted. "Or what?"

"Or I'll… I…" Penguin's blush deepened, and a scowl appeared on his face. "Fuck you!"

"Or you'll fuck me, huh?" Killer said teasingly. "Sounds promising."

"That's not what I meant!"

"You sure?"

Penguin glared at him. "I hate you," he said, while snuggling closer to him.

Killer chuckled and wrapped his arms close around him. I love you too.

TBC~!

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