Chapter 30

They lay cuddling naked in Penguin's bed for a long time. At a certain point, Penguin had thrown the covers over them, because they were getting slightly cold, but if it were up to Penguin, they'd stay there the rest of the day. It just felt so good to lay in Killer's arms, their naked bodies pressed together. He felt at ease, and powerful, like they could handle the whole world together.

Penguin placed a kiss on Killer's collarbone. "I wish I could show the whole world that you're mine."

Killer sighed. "Me too."

"Then let's show them," Penguin tried, though he already knew the answer.

"No."

Penguin groaned and buried his face in Killer's neck.

There was a sound coming from downstairs, followed by a voice. "I'm home!" It sounded muffled, but it was obviously his dad.

Penguin groaned again. There went their peace and quiet.

He felt Killer stir beneath him. "Should we…"

"No," Penguin said. "Let's stay like this a little longer."

"Hmm, fine by me." Killer hugged him a little tighter.

Penguin looked up at his boyfriend and kissed his jaw. "I wish you could stay in my bed forever."

Killer smirked and looked down at him. "We can try, see how long it takes for your dad to drag me out of here." He kissed Penguin on the lips.

Penguin snorted, but kissed back, letting his tongue run over Killer's lips. Killer parted them almost immediately to let him in. Penguin moved his body and popped himself on his elbow to get better access, and deepened the kiss. Yes, this was what Penguin wanted to keep doing. His tongue in Killer's mouth, Killer's tongue in his, as if they were made for each other. It was the best feeling there was. Penguin felt his cock slowly awaken again.

There was a knock on the door. "Penguin? I'm home."

Penguin broke their kiss, slightly annoyed by his father's interruption. "Yeah, we heard you."

It was quiet for a second before Law spoke again. "Can I come in?"

"No," Penguin immediately answered.

It was silent for a little longer this time, and then Penguin could swear he heard his father sigh. "Are you being safe at least?"

Penguin felt a blush creep on his face as he remembered how they had very much not used a condom earlier. He was low key regretting that now. "Go away!" he said to the closed door.

"Penguin…" There was a warning tone to Law's voice. But then he seemed to change his mind and tried another tactic. "Killer, I'm counting on your responsibility. And remember what we talked about."

Penguin saw the shocked look on Killer's face, and tried not to laugh. He decided to come to his boyfriend's aid. "Dad, leave us alone, we're just kissing." God, it was so embarrassing to have to say that to his father. But technically it was true; they had been just kissing when he interrupted. Law did not have to know what happened before he got home. Penguin felt like he wouldn't leave if he'd know they were naked.

He could hear Law chuckle. "As long as that's all…"

Penguin held his breath.

"Be down in half an hour. Is Killer staying for dinner?"

Penguin looked at Killer questioningly, but Killer shook his head. "My dad's gonna get suspicious if I stay for dinner again," he said quietly.

"No, he's going home," Penguin said loudly, so his father would hear him.

"'Kay. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Law said, and Penguin heard his footsteps move away towards the stairs.

He let out a relieved breath. "Well, that sets the bar particularly low," he mumbled. Then he kissed Killer again, and Killer kissed back.

Penguin climbed on top of his boyfriend to feel as much of him as possible, never breaking the kiss. He softly started to rock his hips, creating a bit of friction between their crotches. He knew his dick was getting hard again, and the more he moved, the more he felt that Killer was getting aroused too. Penguin broke the kiss, slightly panting. "We've still got half an hour."

Killer looked at him with lustful eyes. "Do you want me to blow you again?"

That took Penguin by surprise. It wasn't necessarily what he had in mind, but his dick twitched at the prospect. "Do you want to blow me again? 'Cause I'd be totally fine with a hand job or something too."

Killer smirked. "Hell yeah, I want to."

Before Penguin knew what hit him, he had been throw back on the bed, and Killer made his way down towards his crotch again. Fuck yeah.

It was about half an hour later when they were getting dressed. Penguin felt a little light-headed from his second orgasm that afternoon, and was hungry as hell, but he couldn't stop smiling. He looked at his boyfriend and praised himself lucky. Sometimes he still couldn't believe Killer liked him back. Killer, who was so hot, and so sweet at the same time, liked him; a nobody who looked like any other guy and wasn't much special in any way? It sounded unbelievable, but it definitely seemed that way, and if Killer said he liked him, he wasn't going to doubt it. Besides, would he have given him head twice if he didn't like him? Penguin doubted that.

Penguin's gaze landed on the shirt Killer just pulled over his head, a band logo printed on it. It reminded him of something he'd been wanting to ask. "I was wondering… are you on TikTok?"

Killer looked curiously at him. "No. Why?"

"I was looking for you, but I couldn't find you." Penguin shrugged. "But that explains it. Why aren't you?"

Killer shrugged. "Don't feel the need to. It's mostly bad music and kids doing stupid dances anyway." He leaned against the door. "No offense if you like it, but it's just not for me."

"I mean, it's not only bad music on there… You could bring good music," Penguin brought up. "With your guitar, I mean. I think you'd have the potential to go viral."

Killer snorted. "You think so?"

"Yeah, you're good."

"You're biased."

"I'm not. I objectively think you're good," Penguin tried to convince him.

Killer shrugged. "I don't know… I don't really feel like putting it out there. Seems like such a hassle to film it and put it on there and trying to get views and stuff. I don't want it to take the fun out of playing."

"Hm, yeah, I get that." Penguin thought about it. It did seem like a waste of Killer's talent to not show it to the world. "What if… I started an account for you? You'd just have to play, and I'll do the rest. I already have some videos on my phone, anyway."

Killer looked doubtful. "I don't know."

"Come on, it's a shame if your music stays inside your room." Penguin crossed the distance between them and kissed him on his lips. "You're really great. Let me at least show that to the world." He looked into Killer's eyes.

Killer looked back at him and sighed. "Fine, but just the one you already filmed."

"Technically, I filmed the ABBA medley too, so if I cut that one into each separate song, I'll have four clips in total." Penguin had already thought it out.

Killer grabbed his chin and looked slightly annoyed at him. "You're lucky you're so cute. Don't film me without my knowledge again."

Penguin couldn't help himself and kissed him again. "You're cute," he threw back.

Killer snorted. "Let's go downstairs before your dad really kills me."

Penguin sighed. He guessed they had to, didn't they? "Yeah," he agreed.

Killer moved away from the door and took out his phone. "Gotta text my dad real quick to let him know I'll be home soon."

Penguin nodded and opened the door. Apparently, Killer needed only a few seconds, because he soon put his phone away again, and followed Penguin downstairs.

The stairs lead to the living room, where Law was reading a magazine on the couch. Bepo was lying next to him, his head resting on Law's lap. Both of them looked up when they heard the couple come down. Law looked calculating from Penguin to Killer and back again, but then he suddenly burst out laughing. Penguin looked surprised, and a little worriedly at him. He didn't often see his father laugh like that. What was so funny?

"You call that keeping a secret, Killer?" Law said, when he had stopped laughing. His face still looked amused, and while he talked to Killer, he looked at Penguin. "Good luck hiding that at school tomorrow."

Penguin felt the heat in his cheeks rise, and brought his hand up to his neck, having an idea what this was about. "Is it that bad?" he mumbled.

Law smirked at him. "You haven't looked in a mirror yet, have you?"

Killer wrapped his arm around Penguin's shoulder and pulled him close, almost protectively. "I'm sorry for damaging your son, Mister Trafalgar." Penguin felt his blush become deeper.

"Law," his father corrected Killer. It wasn't the first time. Law had asked him to call him by his first name since he'd caught them kissing, a few weeks back, but Killer still had trouble with it.

"Sorry, Law," Killer corrected himself.

Law shook his head, still amused. "As long as that's the only damage you've done…"

"Wouldn't dare to do anything else," Killer answered.

"I'm right here," Penguin said, feeling extremely embarrassed. "And I'm not damaged. It's just a hickey, no need to freak out about it." At least that's what he guessed, since he hadn't seen himself yet.

"Penguin," Law said in a serious tone. "It's not just a hickey. Please take a look in the mirror."

Penguin felt like his face would burst into flames, and he quickly got out of Killer's embrace to walk towards the hallway where a mirror hung above the entryway table. He turned his head so he could take a better look at his neck. Fucking hell. His neck was ravished. There were at least five hickeys, and when he pulled his shirt away a little, he discovered two more. Shit, that was bad. Still, when he remembered how he'd gotten them… Penguin bit his lip. It had felt so good.

He grabbed his backpack that was still standing next to the table, and retrieved his cap from it. Only when it was firmly placed on his head, he walked back into the living room, where Killer was still waiting for him, looking slightly awkward.

"That doesn't cover it up," Law commented teasingly.

"Shut up! I wasn't trying to," Penguin said, but pulled the flaps of his cap a little further down, nonetheless. "And anyway, I liked what Killer did to me, so you have no reason to attack him."

Law snorted. "I'm not attacking him." He shifted his gaze to Killer. "Am I, Killer?"

Penguin could hear his boyfriend swallow next to him. "No."

"Geez, dad, you're being unreasonable." It was obvious Killer felt pressured to agree with Law, whether he really thought so or not.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Law said. "It wasn't my intention to make Killer feel uncomfortable."

"It's okay, really." Killer grabbed Penguin's hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

Penguin sighed, as he couldn't argue with Killer if he said it was alright, but at the same time he still felt the tension in the air.

After a few quiet seconds, Law broke the silence. "I saw two helmets. Does that mean Penguin drove on your bike as well?"

Killer nodded. "Yeah, on the back. Is that a problem?"

Law leaned back into the couch. "Hm, as long as you're being careful…"

"Of course. It was only a short ride from school to here, I drove slowly, and he was wearing a helmet," Killer confirmed. Once again, Penguin felt like they ignored his presence, talking about him while he was right there.

"So, you're making sure he's always protected?" Law asked him.

Penguin felt Killer's hand squeeze his, and it wasn't reassuringly this time, but rather stressed. They both probably thought about the same thing. "Yes, Sir – Law," Killer quickly corrected himself.

"Hm." Law's mouth set into an easy smile. "That's all I wanted to hear."

"So, did you start on dinner yet?" Penguin asked to change the subject.

Law cocked his eyebrow. "Why, are you hungry?"

Penguin tried to act as casual as possible and shrugged. "A little."

"Well, I've cut all the ingredients, so I can have dinner ready in fifteen minutes," Law said.

"Okay, well, what are you waiting for?"

Law glared at him. "I'm not your cook. Have a little respect."

Penguin shrugged. "You're my father, same thing."

Law stood up, and Penguin felt like he'd gone a little bit too far. "Watch your tongue, young man, or you can cook."

Penguin rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'm sorry. Whatever." He pulled on Killer's hand and made him follow him to the hallway.

Law followed them at a short distance and watched them for a moment, before continuing on to the kitchen. Bepo immediately followed him, probably with the hope of getting some food as well. Killer had quietly started putting on his boots, and only when they heard noises of Law cooking, he dared to whisper. "He's gonna kill me if he finds out…" his eyes shifted towards the kitchen, before he continued even quieter, "…that we didn't use a condom."

"He's not gonna find out," Penguin whispered back. He watched Killer put on his jacket, and Penguin grabbed both helmets from the entryway table.

"But what if he does?" Killer asked, opening the front door. He raised his voice for a moment to shout, "Bye, Law!"

"Drive safely!" Law called back.

Killer stepped outside, and Penguin followed him, pulling the door close behind him. "How would he find out? I'm sure as hell not gonna tell him." Penguin handed Killer's own helmet to him. "Besides, the damage has been done now – if there is any damage – nothing he can do about it."

Killer pursed his lips together. "You don't regret it, do you?"

Penguin shrugged. "Nah, we'll probably be okay." Still, a voice in the back of his mind said, 'But what if we're not?'

Killer sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Besides, it was totally worth it." He pulled Penguin closer and kissed him softly on his lips.

The kiss lasted a few seconds, before Killer suddenly pulled away. "Shit, we're outside." He quickly looked around, but there was no one in their vicinity.

Penguin chuckled. "You really forgot for a second, huh? You should do that more often."

Killer pulled the helmet over his head. "Don't get used to it." He walked towards his bike to unlock it, and then held out his hand to take the spare helmet from Penguin, which he hung on his arm.

Penguin watched as he stepped on his bike and started the engine. Damn, he looked so cool like that.

Killer turned the bike around, so it faced the street and tapped the visor of Penguin's cap. "See you tomorrow."

Penguin smiled at him. "See you tomorrow." Killer drove away and Penguin followed him with his eyes until he had left the street.

He turned around to go back inside, when he realized he had pulled the door close without taking a key with him. He sighed, slightly annoyed he'd immediately have to face his father again, and rang the doorbell.

TBC~!

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