Chapter 31

Penguin had spent the previous evening cutting his videos of Killer into perfect TikTok-sized clips, and he had created an account especially for those videos. Making sure his privacy settings were so that no one would be able to find him through his phone number and no one would be able to figure out it was him who posted the videos, he had named the account 'myguitarplayingboyfriend'. He didn't want to make people think he was the one playing in the videos, and he thought that username would make it clear enough.

He posted a first ABBA video just before bed, and used all the useful tags he could think of. He had waited about ten minutes to see if people reacted to it, but when that didn't immediately happen, he decided to go to sleep and check again in the morning.

When he checked in the morning, he was happy to see the video had gotten quite a few views, 52 likes, two comments and even a share. He had gotten seven followers. Penguin smiled when he read the comments one the video. One said 'Awesome!' and the other was just two flame emojis. Not bad, for a first video, Penguin guessed. He had decided not to post the next video too quickly after this, though. Since he had only four of them, he wanted to give them a little more time. If they blew up after all, Penguin thought he might have a chance of convincing Killer to film more. But as long as they didn't do that well, and he hadn't gotten a whole lot of followers yet, he didn't want to bother Killer with it. He didn't want to risk it getting in the way of the fun he had while playing.

Penguin was about to leave for school, when he cast a quick look in the hallway mirror. Apparently, it was for the first time that morning, because it was only then when he was reminded of the way his neck looked. Shit. It wasn't as bad as it had been yesterday, but there were still some very clear hickeys visible. However, he didn't have a lot of time left if he didn't want to be late for school. Fortunately, his father had the day off.

"Dad?" Penguin yelled, as he walked towards the kitchen where he had last seen Law. "Do you have anything to cover this up? Like, I don't know, make-up or something?"

Law looked up from his bowl of muesli that he was eating at the kitchen table, while doing something on his laptop. "Do I look like I own concealer?"

Penguin looked at the dark circles underneath his father's eyes. Yeah, probably not. "Anything else? I can't go to school like this."

"You should have thought of that before you let Killer suck your neck like a vampire." Law looked amused at him.

Penguin colored red as he remembered very vividly that his neck was not the only thing Killer had been sucking. But he wasn't going to let his father know that, of course. "Very helpful, thanks," he said sarcastically, and he walked away.

"Just wear a scarf," Law called after him.

Penguin sighed. That was all very well for outside, but in class? That was just weird, and probably quite hot too. Still, it seemed like the only option for now, so he quickly grabbed his scarf from the coat rack, put on his coat, and said goodbye to his dad.

Once he was at school, he decided to keep the scarf on anyway. It wasn't a particularly cold day today, but winter was around the corner, so it wouldn't be that weird either, he tried to convince himself. He put is coat away in his locker and got his books out for the first couple of hours that day. When he closed his locker, Shachi appeared from behind the door, and Penguin jumped. "Geez, don't sneak up on me like that."

"Why not?" Shachi grinned. "It's too much fun."

Penguin rolled his eyes. "Yeah, for you."

"That's all that matters, isn't it?" Shachi stuck out his tongue playfully. "So, you're cold, or what?" He asked, pointing at Penguin's neck. "You're still wearing your scarf."

"Yeah," Penguin answered, not meeting his friend's eyes. "It's a bit chilly, isn't it?" He tried really hard to keep a poker face.

Shachi looked curiously at him. "Not real–" He started, but then he snorted loudly. "Oh my God… Show me."

Penguin pulled the scarf a little tighter around his neck. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Peng, you never wear a scarf inside," Shachi pointed out. "Show me the damn hickey."

Penguin groaned, but started removing the scarf. His friend knew him too well.

When the scarf was gone, Shachi burst out laughing. "Holy shit, that's not a little one, or even just one."

"Yeah, I know." Penguin hung the scarf around his neck again.

"Oh no, put that thing away," Shachi pulled on the scarf. "You look just as ridiculous wearing it as you do showing your battle wounds. At least this way people will know you're getting some action."

"I don't need people to know…" At that moment Penguin thought back at exactly what kind of action he'd been getting yesterday, and he couldn't help but smirk. He was contemplating if he should tell Shachi. He kind of wanted to tell him – he needed to tell someone – but he didn't know if Shachi would appreciate it. It might be a little too much information for his liking… But, oh, to hell with what Shachi thought. He pulled his friend closer. "God, Shach, he gave me a blowjob yesterday."

Shachi choked. "Jesus, Peng, don't drop that on me out of nowhere." He took a step back and handed Penguin the scarf that he had pulled away. "So, was it any good?"

"It was amazing." Penguin bit his lip. "It felt so good. You don't know what you're missing. Whatever you imagine it to feel like, it's ten times better."

Shachi looked at him, his lips pursed together. "Good for you. And thanks," he added sarcastically. "'I don't know what I'm missing.' Why don't you find me a girl who wants to give me head then?"

At that moment, Killer walked past them, and threw them a questioning, but guarded look. It was clear he had overheard the last bit of their conversation.

Shachi snorted. "Yeah, I know what you did," he said to Killer. "Penguin couldn't keep his mouth shut."

Penguin hit his friend with the back of his hand. "Shut up," he hissed, and he felt his cheeks heat up. When he looked at Killer, he noticed he was equally red.

Still, Killer stepped closer to them, so he could talk in a hushed tone. "Yeah? And what is that?"

"That you sucked him off," Shachi said quietly, sounding slightly annoyed he had to repeat it.

Killer cast a quick look at Penguin, before the corner of his mouth curled up the slightest, and he turned to face Shachi "Hm, and did he tell you it was the best orgasm he'd ever had?" He leaned over to Shachi and whispered something in his ear.

Penguin became bright red, and pulled on his boyfriend's arm. "Killer, what the hell?"

"Jesus Christ, you guys are crazy!" Shachi stepped away from them, a horrified look on his face. "I do not need to know that! Don't tell me that, I start visualizing it!"

"What did you say to him?" Penguin asked his boyfriend, curiosity winning it from his embarrassment.

Killer shrugged, but smirked. "I just painted a complete picture for him." He looked at Penguin. "Maybe you shouldn't have told him in the first place," he said, but he didn't seem angry that Penguin had.

Killer kept looking at Penguin, and let his hand wander to Penguin's neck. "Don't you have a shirt that covers it more?"

Penguin leaned into the touch. "I honestly forgot about it until the last moment," Penguin admitted. "Then it was too late to look for something else to wear." Killer's slightly calloused fingers on his neck felt so tender, and so nice. He wanted to melt into his touch.

"Okay, I gotta intervene," Shachi said. "You're doing it again. You're looking at each other again like it's the best thing you've ever seen." He shook his head. "I don't even know why I'm saying this, I should just let you do this and the whole school will find out about it in no time, and I won't have your stupid secret to carry around anymore."

Killer's fingers were gone from Penguin's neck immediately, and he looked away. "I gotta go."

Penguin wanted to stop him, wanted to say he shouldn't listen to Shachi too much, but Killer was already leaving. Penguin sighed as he watched Killer go. "Be a little patient with him," he said to Shachi.

Shachi huffed. "I'm plenty patient with him. But he should know where to draw the line."

"What did he say to you?" Penguin asked while the two of them also started making their way towards class.

Shachi looked unamused. "Not something I wanna think about again." Then he looked thoughtfully at Penguin. "If it's too weird, will you break up with him?"

Penguin frowned. "No, I don't think so."

"Then there's no point in telling you."

"Wait, you want me to break up with him?" Penguin's chest tightened. He just wanted Shachi and Killer to get along. It wasn't that much to ask, right?

Shachi sighed. "I don't know, Peng. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you, but I don't know if he's the right guy. TMI is one thing when it's coming from you, but I don't need it coming from him too."

Penguin raised his eyebrows. "What did he say?" he tried again.

Shachi shivered visibly before mumbling, "Something about you coming all over his mouth."

"What the…" Penguin stopped in his track, only to run after his friend when he noticed Shachi continued walking. "He did not!"

"I wish," Shachi answered.

"I don't believe you." Penguin really couldn't imagine Killer saying that to Shachi.

Shachi scowled at him. "Would I make something like that up?"

His friend did have a point. "I'm sorry," Penguin said. "I'll talk to him, make sure he doesn't say things like that again."

Shachi huffed and continued walking in silence for a few seconds before he opened his mouth again. "I take it you didn't use a condom then."

Now, Penguin's face became really red. "I… Well…" He scratched his neck, embarrassed. "No, we didn't."

Shachi hit him against the back of his head. "Be safe at least, dammit. Did he force you to do it without condom?"

"No! Of course not!" Penguin straightened his cap. "You really don't know Killer at all, do you? He would never force me to do anything. He might have convinced me, but if I would have insisted on using one, he would have agreed." Penguin was sure of that.

"So he pressured you," Shachi concluded.

"No, he did not." Penguin became slightly annoyed. Shachi seemed out to make Killer look like the bad guy, while he was everything but that. "It was just as much my fault. He would never force me, he's too sweet for that."

Shachi snorted. "I'm sorry, sweet?!" He lowered his voice. "Killer?!"

"Yeah," Penguin got a tiny smile on his face. "Killer is actually very sweet once you get to know him. He always makes sure I'm comfortable with everything and he doesn't do anything I don't want. If we've been in a mock-fight at school, he makes sure he hasn't hurt me for real, and when we're alone, he gives the best hugs – it might surprise you, but he's a real hugger." Penguin felt his heart speed up when he thought about Killer like that. "I honestly couldn't wish for a better boyfriend."

Shachi made a gagging sound. "Ugh, you're annoying when you're in love."

Penguin's smile became broader, and he looked at his friend, realizing he was right. "I am, aren't I?"

During the rest of the day, the smile didn't leave Penguin's face. Yes, he really was in love with Killer, wasn't he? Just thinking about him made the butterflies flutter in his chest.

He also regularly checked his phone to see if any notifications popped up on his newly started TikTok account, and to watch the video of Killer all over again – without sound, of course. He hadn't told Shachi yet, as Penguin felt like his friend wouldn't think positively about Killer today. He'd show him tomorrow, and force him to follow the account, of course.

Halfway through the day, he gained two more followers, and there was another comment from one of them. It read, 'You're good! Would love to see more!'

Penguin had to reply to that, even if it was only to make sure the person knew he wasn't the one playing. 'Thanks! It's not me playing though, it's my boyfriend. But I think he's really good too!' That wouldn't be problematic to say, right? Nobody knew who was behind the account anyway, not even that a guy was running it.

However, since the commenter asked for another video, it was hard for Penguin to not immediately post the next. But he didn't want to do it during school, as he wanted to make sure the video was as good as possible, and he wouldn't make any typos in the text and tags. He would also love to show the comments to Killer, but decided to wait a little longer with that as well. He wanted to have as many nice comments to show him at once as possible. Penguin decided he would post another one that evening, and show Killer the comments tomorrow during, or after, biology, if that video would get some nice comments too.

Killer didn't ask him about the account anyway; he probably didn't even know Penguin had already started posting the videos. So, it would be a nice surprise when Penguin showed him all the positive reactions.

Fortunately for Penguin, not many people seemed to notice the hickeys in his neck. This was probably partly due to the fact that Penguin casually tried to cover his neck with his hand as much as possible. Still, he noticed two girls looking at him and giggling. But that was about it, until his last break. He was walking towards the auditorium to meet up with Shachi, when he was suddenly pulled into a side path. His chin was grabbed, and his head turned aside so his neck was exposed.

"Shit, he isn't subtle, is he?" Bonney said, and she started to laugh. "Did anyone guess who gave you these yet?"

Penguin pulled his face away from her hand. "No, not yet." He was just glad he didn't have class with Drake today, because if Drake saw this… he might just come to the right conclusion. He knew Penguin liked Killer, after all, so it wouldn't make a lot of sense if Penguin let someone else kiss his neck. Drake wasn't that stupid.

"Man, he's so bad at keeping his secret," Bonney commented. "It's only a matter of time before people find out like this, he must realize that."

"I don't think he did it on purpose," Penguin defended Killer. "It was more a heat of the moment thing."

Bonney smirked and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I bet it was."

Fortunately, he only had two more periods after that, and no one else commented on it. However, Thursdays always lasted a little too long to Penguin, so he was happy when the bell rang to end eight period, and he could finally go home. He grabbed his books for English and biology from his locker, as he still had to do some homework for both of those subjects, and went home.

About ten minutes later, Penguin closed the front door behind him and after hanging up his coat, he walked towards the living room. He didn't see his father, but he heard muffled noises coming from upstairs, so he guessed that was where Law was. He didn't mind being alone for a bit, and didn't feel like letting his dad know he was home. He'd find out whenever he came down. Bepo looked miserable at him from his bed, but didn't get up from it when Penguin walked past him. He hoped nothing was wrong with the dog, but Bepo was probably just tired.

Penguin put down his bag and let himself fall onto the couch. He grabbed his phone to check TikTok again, but before he could unlock his screen, he noticed the noises from upstairs became louder. "Ahh!"

A shiver went down Penguin's spine. That was definitely moaning, he concluded with disgust.

"Fuck!" Another moan. "Is that all you got?"

Penguin's eyes went wide as he recognized his father's voice. It was followed by a loud cry of pleasure.

What. The. Fuck. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck! His father was having sex?! Like, right now?! Was he fucking serious?!

Grossed out, Penguin stared at the phone in his hand, without actually seeing it. When he heard another sound, he got up and walked to the kitchen, hoping the sounds wouldn't follow him there. Unfortunately, the kitchen was right underneath Law's bedroom, and the moans only became louder. It was obvious his father wasn't alone up there.

Penguin filled a glass with juice, trying very hard to ignore everything he heard. But it was impossible to tune out the sex sounds. "Ahh, yes!"

He felt a stirring between his legs, and Penguin looked down, horrified with his own body. "Seriously?!" he said, as his dick reacted to another moan from upstairs. "Those are not sexy sounds!" he berated his penis. But it wouldn't listen. "That's my dad. That is fucking gross." He groaned as his dick twitched again. What the hell was wrong with him?

Penguin grabbed his glass and quickly walked back to the couch. There he retrieved his headphones from his bag and plugged them into his phone as fast as he could. He selected the first Spotify playlist he could find and increased the volume so that every other sound was driven out.

At last, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and after a while he felt his dick calming down as well. Good. Something had to be seriously wrong with him for his body to react that way. He shook his head wildly. No, it was just the sounds. It had to be just the sounds. His body reacted to the sounds, disconnected from the fact that they came from his father and his partner. It had to be that, because Penguin was still incredibly disgusted by the idea of his father having sex. He shivered.

Great. Now he was picturing it. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried really hard to think of something else. The thing was, the more you thought about not thinking about your father having sex, the more you thought about your father having sex. Penguin clenched his fists. "Stop it!" he said, frustrated. Think of something else. Anything else! Think of Killer! Think of Killer. Think of Killer… Slowly, his mind started to picture his boyfriend, and Penguin let out a relieved breath. He smiled as he started picturing himself running his hands through Killer's long hair. Killer was always a good distraction.

Penguin didn't want to open TikTok right now, as it would interrupt his music, so he took his biology book and notebook out of his bag instead, with the intention of doing some homework. But now his mind was on Killer, and he couldn't concentrate at all on said homework. So, he started sketching. First his hair, then his shoulders, his muscular arms, and his back. God, Penguin thought himself so lucky to have literally the hottest guy in school be his boyfriend. He continued drawing Killer's perfect butt, and was pretty happy with how it turned out – almost as good as the real thing. Penguin was drawing for a long time, and he hadn't even noticed his playlist had ended and the music had stopped. It was only when he heard a door open upstairs, that he awakened from his thoughts, and looked up.

From his place on the couch, Penguin had a perfect view of the stairs and whoever came down from them. He first saw a pair of boots coming into view, and his suspicions were finally confirmed when he saw they belonged to Killer's father. When Kid was almost at the bottom of the stairs, he saw Penguin, and froze. Penguin stared him straight in the eyes, an unamused look on his face. Suddenly, Kid didn't look so intimidating anymore.

It took about four seconds for Law to bump into Kid. He looked confused at him. "What's the matter, why did you–"

Only then he saw his son. "Oh, Penguin," he said surprised. "I hadn't expected you home yet."

Penguin looked at his father, incredibly annoyed, and narrowed his eyes. "Yes, you did. I'm always home around four on Thursdays. You just lost track of time."

Law looked at the clock, which showed him it was almost 5 o'clock. "Fuck," he muttered. He walked past Kid down the stairs. "I'm sorry, we were just–"

"Don't bother," Penguin stopped him. "Even the neighbors could hear what you were doing."

This was the first time ever Penguin saw his father blush. Good. It reassured him that Law had at least some sense of shame left.

Kid, however, recovered himself, and a shit eating grin took over his face as he walked the last few steps down the stairs. He placed his hand on Law's shoulder. "Good luck with that," he said amused, and walked away. Law looked annoyed after Kid, probably not liking the fact that he left him alone in this, but let him go anyway.

When they heard the front door close a few moments later, Law walked towards his son. "I'm sorry," he said, as he sat down on the couch next to him.

Penguin removed his headphones that weren't doing much anymore anyway, and scoffed. "No, you're not."

Law looked seriously at him. "Yes, I am. I'm not sorry that I'm having sex, or that you even know that I'm having sex, but you shouldn't have had to hear that." He looked at Penguin with a genuine look in his eyes. "That must have been awkward for you."

Penguin looked away, not really angry anymore, now that his father had apologized and acknowledged his feelings, but he was still not happy about the situation. "It was."

"Do you… want to talk about it?" Law asked.

Penguin looked at his father as if he'd gone crazy. "Talk about what? That you're having sex with Killer's dad? No thanks."

Law sighed. "You're right. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Penguin crossed his arms. "Yeah, not talk about it anymore."

His father chuckled. "Sounds good." He stood up. "I'll go make us something to eat." Before he walked away, however, he looked down at Penguin. "Nice drawing, by the way. Is that just from your imagination or…?"

Now it was Penguin who blushed. He didn't meet his father's eyes, but tried not to show his embarrassment at the same time, so he shrugged. "I've seen Killer naked… We've got PE together, and sometimes people take a shower after that."

The corner of Law's mouth curled up a bit. "So, is that the only time you've seen him naked?"

"Was this the only time you've seen his dad naked?" Penguin flung back, his cheeks burning, but he already knew the answer.

"No," Law answered honestly.

"The second?" The words left Penguin's mouth before he realized he didn't actually want to know the answer.

"No," Law answered again, and the smirk on his face only grew.

Penguin looked disgusted at him. "The third?" Ew, ew, ewww!

"I thought you didn't want to talk about it?" Law asked with raised eyebrow.

"Then why are you still talking about it?!" Penguin said accusingly.

Law's smirk disappeared. "You're asking the questions here, smartass."

"Weren't you going to make dinner?" Penguin reminded him, pulling his knees a little closer to his chest. Law walked towards the kitchen and Penguin sighed. If anything, at least he had avoided having to answer questions about how often he'd seen Killer naked. But he wasn't sure which was worse.

Later, when Penguin was lying in bed, he was trying to distract himself by going through TikTok again. Killer's first video had ended up getting nearly 500 views and 81 likes, but there hadn't been another comment yet. He did have ten followers already, and they were all people Penguin didn't know, and probably people Killer didn't know either. So, all in all it wasn't a bad score for the first day.

Penguin decided to post the Phantom of the Opera video next, to see if a different kind of song would score better. After deciding where to cut it – the whole video seemed a little bit too long to do well on TikTok, and besides, near the end the camera wasn't that well focused on Killer anymore, as Penguin had been distracted when filming it – he made sure to add some relevant hashtags to the text and posted it.

It was only after five minutes when he got the first comment already. It was from the same person who had commented that afternoon. "Amazing! Tell your boyfriend he's got a fan!"

Penguin smiled as he liked the comment and replied, 'Will do!' But he couldn't help but add, 'He already had a fan though (me) 😉 But I'll let him know he's got another one!' Just so they would know he was Killer's first and biggest fan.

He got a reply back almost immediately. 'Of course! You're so lucky he's your boyfriend!'

The smile on Penguin's face only got broader. He was lucky. Still, he thought it better to check out this person's account, just to see what kind of person they were, in case they liked Killer for more than just his music. It became clear within seconds that the account belonged to a girl – a pretty girl, but a girl nonetheless – and Penguin sighed relieved. She could like Killer all she wanted; she was no competition.

TBC~!

(shouts into the void: Is anyone still reading this on here? ...here? ...ere?)