Chapter 39

It was easier than Penguin had thought. Maybe a little too easy? He shrugged. He couldn't see how this would go wrong. He had opened his father's laptop – he had known the password for ages – and his e-mail was already opened. It took Penguin a few minutes to create a simple, but adult-sounding e-mail informing the school that his son, Trafalgar Penguin, was sick and unable to come to school today. He even added his hopes that he would recover quick enough to be back on his feet the next day, and he would make sure Penguin did all the required work, as to not fall behind.

Penguin smiled satisfied, and after signing it with his father's name, he sent the e-mail. He then walked towards the hallway, where he put on his shoes. He had taken a little more time to shower today, and also tried out his douching bulb, just in case he needed to be clean down there. And just in case, he had put the condoms, lube, and even the butt plugs into his backpack. He wanted to be prepared for whatever could happen today.

He put on his coat, said goodbye to Bepo, and left his home. Pulling out his phone as he walked into the direction of Killer's home, he texted Shachi. 'I won't be at school today. I'm "sick".'

He got a reply almost immediately. 'What ya mean "sick"? Why are you skipping class?'

Penguin bit his lip, feeling a little mischievous that he was actually doing this. 'I'll be at Killer's, as long as his father is at work.'

'😒 you serious?'

'I haven't seen him since Friday, Shach, I miss him! Please cover for me if anyone asks?' A drop of water fell on his hand. And another one on his phone. Penguin looked up and saw how the sky had darkened. Shit, he hadn't brought an umbrella.

'...Fine. Get the lovey-dovey feelings out of your system and be back tomorrow, okay?'

'Tnx! You're the best!' Penguin texted back, and he quickly put his phone away, as it really started to rain now.

He sped up his pace a little, but within a minute, it was pouring. He took shelter underneath a tree for a moment, but the tree had lost pretty much all its leaves already, and didn't do that much to keep him dry anymore. Besides, he was already wet anyway, the last few hundred yards wouldn't matter that much, and on top of that, he didn't want to be late. He jogged towards Killer's house, and immediately went around the back, as Killer had said it would be the least suspicious if he came in through the kitchen window. By the time he had arrived, he was drenched.

Killer opened the window as soon as he'd reached it, as if he'd already been waiting for him. Holding out his hand, he helped Penguin climb inside. Penguin stepped over the windowsill, but lost his balance slightly, and fell forwards, into Killer's body. Grabbing his boyfriend to steady himself at first, he quickly made use of their positions to hug Killer tightly. God, he'd missed him.

Killer chuckled, and while he used one arm to return the hug, he used the other one to close the window behind Penguin, making sure the rain wasn't coming in. Then he moved his hand to remove the soaked hat from Penguin's head, and pulled him tighter against his chest, placing a kiss on his equally wet hair.

They stood there, hugging each other for dear life for a few seconds, until Killer placed his hand flat on the top of Penguin's head. "See?" he said in a teasing voice. "Little."

Penguin looked up at him, giving him a quasi-angry look – he couldn't be really angry at him while he was holding Killer. "You're just tall. I'm average."

Killer smirked. "You're my little Penguin," he said lovingly.

Penguin blushed. He did not like to be called that… Well, maybe a little. "Just kiss me already."

Killer hummed happily. "With pleasure." He closed the distance and caught Penguin's lips between his own.

The kiss started out slow, and tender, but as soon as Killer put his tongue into his mouth, it became more hungrily, trying to feel as much of the other as possible, as if to make up for all those days they hadn't been able to kiss. Penguin felt himself be pushed back against the wall, and he felt Killer's leg between his own, pressing softly against his crotch.

Penguin felt his body react to the heated kiss, and broke it with a little reluctance, but his wet clothes were still clinging to him, were making him realize how soaked he was. He pushed Killer softly back. "I'm making you wet," he said, apologetic.

Killer smirked. "You sure are." Then he chuckled and pulled on the front of his shirt, which was showing a big wet spot. "That's okay, though, I can just put on some dry clothes." As if to demonstrate he was serious, he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his naked chest.

Penguin stared at the freshly uncovered skin, showing more muscles than a sixteen-year-old should be allowed to have, and licked his lips. "You're doing this on purpose," he accused his boyfriend.

Killer had an amused smirk on his face. "Maybe." He placed Penguin's hat on the counter, together with his own shirt, and then brought his hands towards the zipper of Penguin's coat. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes too, shall we?"

Penguin nodded, and let his coat be zipped open. Then Killer moved his backpack off his shoulders and placed it on the floor. Before Penguin could shrug out of his coat, Killer had already returned. He placed his hands inside the outerwear, while leaning forward to capture Penguin in a kiss again. As Penguin let himself melt into the kiss, he felt hands running over his shoulders and arms, pushing the coat down. Killer caught it just before it could drop to the floor.

He walked over to the heater and placed the coat over it, so it could dry. Penguin smiled at him. "I could get used to getting undressed like this."

Killer looked him over. "Seems like you've been soaked to the bone. I think I gotta undress you some more. Do you want some of my clothes to wear while yours are drying?"

Penguin looked cheekily at him. "I mean, we could also not wear any clothes at all…" God, he was already half hard just from kissing, and looking at Killer, and thinking of what they could do without clothes on.

Killer chuckled as he opened a cabinet and took out a towel. "That seems a bit cold during breakfast," he said teasingly. He placed the towel over Penguin's head and softly began to massage his head to dry his hair.

Penguin blushed at the sweet gesture and let it happen for a little while. Why was Killer so hot and so sweet at the same time? It wasn't fair! Penguin placed a kiss on Killer's still naked chest. "Do you already have breakfast ready?"

"Yes," Killer said, still drying Penguin's hair. "It's on the dinner table."

That got Penguin curious. He moved away from the towel – his hair wasn't gonna get much dryer than that anyway – and walked out of the kitchen to take a look at the dinner table that was just around the corner. It was neatly laid with two plates carrying two croissants each, a glass of what looked like freshly made orange juice, a boiled egg on the side, and various things like cheese and jam to go with the croissants.

"Wow," Penguin said, impressed. He hadn't expected Killer to make anything special.

"Is it too much?" Killer asked. "It's too much, isn't it? I just wanted to make something nice for you. I don't even know if you like croissants, or eggs, or orange juice… We didn't have cranberry juice, I had to make do with what we had… I hope my dad's not gonna miss those bake-off croissants."

"It's perfect," Penguin smiled broadly at him. "I love all of it."

Killer ran a nervous hand through his hair. "Really?" He sighed relieved. "I'm glad."

"But in that case, I would love to wear some of your clothes. If you think you've got anything that fits me," Penguin said.

Killer nodded, grabbed his hand, and led him upstairs towards his bedroom. There, he put his hands on Penguin's shirt, and pulled it over his head. Not bothering to pause, he dropped to his knees next, and started unbuttoning Penguin's pants. Penguin watched him with big eyes, and felt that, despite the fact that they had decided to have breakfast first, he was getting harder. Killer pulled off Penguin's shoes, and then tugged down his pants – which wasn't easy, as the wet fabric clung to his legs. After he managed to rid Penguin of the jeans, he let his eyes run over him, from his feet, slowly up towards his face.

Killer stared up at him with hungry eyes for several seconds, before licking his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment. "First breakfast," he mumbled. It was obvious he'd rather do other things as well.

Penguin's breathing had become heavy, and he knew Killer had noticed the bulge in his boxers – it was right in front of his face, after all. "Y-yeah," he agreed with effort.

Killer opened his eyes again and kissed Penguin's stomach, making the latter gasp. "Although…" he looked up into Penguin's eyes again. "I do love me a sausage for breakfast." While keeping eye contact, he grabbed the elastic of Penguin's boxers with his teeth.

"Fuck," Penguin breathed, already not in any state to stop his boyfriend anymore. Killer pulled his underwear down, first with his mouth, then his hands took over so his mouth could do other things. Penguin watched as Killer moistened his lips and took the tip of his cock in his mouth. Oh, fuck, yes! It felt so good to feel that wet, hot mouth around him.

While he bobbed his head, Killer grunted around Penguin in a way as if he realized he'd forgotten something. He softly pushed Penguin against his closet, while making sure his mouth never left him. Penguin didn't protest, as he could use the support of something to lean against. Shit, Killer was so good at this.

While he sucked Penguin's cock as if he had never tasted something so good, Killer opened a drawer of his closet, and let his hand roam around in it, until he had found what he was looking for. After moving his head up and down a few more times, taking Penguin in a little more each time, he pulled back. "Just a sec," he said. He brought his hands up to his hair, and within no time, he had put it up into a messy bun, making sure it couldn't get into his face anymore. "That's better." He smirked, and leaned forwards again.

"Oh, fuck," Penguin moaned as his dick disappeared into Killer's hot mouth again. "Shit, Killer… I will never… ahhh," he let out a loud moan as Killer's tongue did wonders on him, "… be able to… look at you... ohh, with your hair up… again." He was panting. "Without… thinking of this." He felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Killer's throat. "Fuck! So. Fucking. Hot."

Killer hummed pleased, and the vibrations added to the already amazing sensation. Shit, Killer was so fucking good at this. His mouth was so hot, so wet, so good!

Suddenly, Penguin felt a hand caressing his balls as well, and his eyes widened as he moaned loudly. "Ohh, yes, that's good." Killer looked up at him, a victorious sparkle in his eyes, and Penguin was unable to look away. Killer looking at him while he swallowed his dick was without doubt the single hottest thing he'd ever seen. No porn could compare to this.

It didn't take long before Penguin felt the pleasure build up to the point where it almost became too much. "Fuck… K-Killer! I'm… ahh, I'm gonna… I'm gonna come…" he managed to moan a warning. But Killer didn't stop. "Ahh… AHHH!" Penguin's eyes rolled back while Killer sucked his dick hard, taking in all he had to give, until he was completely spent.

Panting heavily, Penguin leaned against the wardrobe, slowly coming back to his senses. Killer pulled up his boxers again, and stood up, smiling. "That's some nice juice for breakfast," he said teasingly.

Penguin could only laugh, his brain still a little clouded from his orgasm. "You really going to make a habit of swallowing my cum?"

Killer shrugged, smirked, and kissed him on the mouth.

"And kissing me afterwards," Penguin added, but he wasn't as weirded out by the taste of his own cum on Killer's lips anymore as he was the first time.

Killer chuckled against his lips. "It saves a lot of cleaning," he said as a form of explanation. "And I don't hate it."

He opened the wardrobe and looked at the clothes inside. However, Penguin only had eyes for Killer himself. Especially for the bulge that was showing in his pants. Killer pretended like everything was finished when Penguin came, but Penguin wasn't going to leave it at that. It didn't feel fair towards his boyfriend. So, while Killer was rustling between his clothes, Penguin stood beside him, letting his hand caress Killer's hip, and moving forward to his crotch.

Killer smiled and turned his face towards him. As Penguin started rubbing his crotch through his pants, Killer kissed him shortly on his lips. "First, breakfast," he said.

Penguin looked at him, but didn't cease his hand movements when he asked, "Are you sure?"

Killer bit his lip, and his heavy breathing indicated that he was very much turned on, but he nodded, nonetheless. "Yes." He grabbed a black button-up shirt with polka dots and held it out to Penguin. "This one's gotten a little small for me, try it on."

Penguin removed his hand from Killer's crotch reluctantly, and took the shirt from his hands. "Fine. But after breakfast, I'm giving you head."

Killer raised his eyebrows, and smiled amused. "That almost sounds like a threat." He chuckled, and added in a soft tone, "You sure?"

No. "Yes!" Penguin blushed. He wasn't sure at all. He was sure that he wanted to do that for Killer, but he was incredibly nervous about it. He did really need that breakfast first, if it was only to regain some energy.

"Okay," Killer said, with a small smile on his face. "As long as you remember what I said."

"I remember," Penguin confirmed. He remembered well when Killer had said he didn't expect it of him, and that he should only do it if he was comfortable with it. But Penguin realized he was probably never going to be completely comfortable doing it until he just did it. Once had to be the first time. It might as well be today.

He put on the shirt he had gotten from Killer, and started buttoning it up. It was about two sizes too big for him, and it reached almost halfway down his thighs. Killer looked him over and smirked. "Seems like you don't need pants anymore. This covers all the important bits."

Penguin pouted while he looked his boyfriend in the eyes. "Please give me pants? My legs will get cold."

Killer chuckled, and then kissed him again. Penguin first thought he was going for a quick kiss, but soon he felt Killer's tongue slip into his mouth, and the kiss became hungrier. Killer wrapped his arm around him and pulled him closer, and Penguin felt his clothed erection press against the bottom of his stomach. Killer grunted when he let go of him. "You should really stop being so cute."

Penguin snorted. "You should really stop being so horny… if you want to make it to breakfast."

Killer sighed. "Fair." He dug into the depts of his closet and took something from underneath a pile of clothes at the back. "Maybe you'll fit these old pair of sweatpants." He held them out to him.

Penguin took the pants from his hands and held them before him. They definitely seemed too small for Killer, so maybe he stood a chance. Once he tried them on, he concluded that they were a little bit too long, but not that much, and the waist cord made it so that he could pull it as tight as he wanted. When it was on, he straightened the clothes and looked at his boyfriend.

Killer snorted. "That's a crime against fashion," he said teasingly, even though he picked out the clothes himself. "But you still look hot," he added in a slightly deeper tone.

Penguin shook his head, amused, and pressed his finger into Killer's chest. "Horny," he said accusingly. Then Penguin looked into the mirror, and he could only agree with Killer. The old, worn-out sweatpants with the oversized button-up shirt were a terrible combination. "Yeah, that looks awful." Still, the fact that they were Killer's clothes that he was wearing, made it that it didn't bother him.

Killer had put on a shirt as well, and went to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around Penguin, while also looking at their reflection in the mirror. "You look adorable."

Penguin rolled his eyes. "What is it? Decide on something and stick with it. Do I look cute, adorable, or hot?"

Killer smirked. "Yes."

Penguin blushed. "Oh my God, you're so…" He groaned frustrated, and wanted to pull his cap over his face, even though the mirror showed him that he wasn't wearing it. Force of habit. His cap was still downstairs, of course, together with his coat and backpack. Thinking of what he had inside his backpack, he suddenly slapped his hand over his mouth. "Shit."

Killer looked curiously at him. "What?"

Penguin colored red. "I, uhm… I kinda forgot… I wanted to use a condom, next time we did something…"

Killer let go of him and looked surprised. "Why? We didn't use one last time, so it doesn't really matter anymore, right? If something happened, it already happened."

"Well… uhm…" Penguin cheeks got an even deeper color red. "My father said…"

"I'm sorry, what?!" Killer interrupted him with a horrified look on his face. "You told your father? You said you wouldn't do that!"

"I didn't tell him!" Penguin defended himself. "Not in so many words, at least… I just asked a hypothetical question. Like, what if someone would happen to have had oral sex without a condom…"

"Penguin!" Killer buried his face in his hands. "That's as good as a confession!"

Penguin looked at his toes, ashamed, and feeling a little guilty. "I'm sorry…"

Killer sighed. "I'm never going to face your father again. He'll kill me, for sure."

"He didn't seem angry…" Penguin tried to reassure him. Just very, very disappointed… he decided not to say out loud.

Killer shook his head. "Well… what… what did he tell you?" Despite the embarrassment, he sounded curious.

"That it would be best to use a condom next times anyway… and… maybe…" Penguin didn't dare to look at him. "Get an STD test."

When Penguin looked up, he saw Killer look at him doubtfully. Then he sighed again, and pulled him into a hug. "Well, if you want to use a condom next time, we'll use a condom." He was quiet for a little while, but then he spoke again, a little awkwardly. "Do you… have condoms?"

Penguin was glad his face was buried in Killer's chest, because he felt it heat up again. He nodded. "Yeah… I just… I don't know if…" He felt like his face was going to catch fire any moment. "I don't know if they'll fit you, though." God, this was awkward. Penguin wasn't really self-conscious about his own size, or anything. He had looked at the other boys of his class, and he knew he was pretty average. Besides, he wasn't done growing. It would probably still get a little bigger. However, he couldn't deny that Killer was definitely bigger, in that area as well.

"That's okay," Killer assured him. "I… stole one from my dad, a little while ago. And if neither that, nor yours fit, we just won't do anything like that with my dick until we've got one that fits."

Penguin sighed relieved, glad that Killer wasn't making a big deal out of it.

"I'm not sure about the test, though…" Killer let go of him.

"I'm not looking forward to it either, but we could go together…" Penguin tried to convince him. He would feel better if he knew for sure they didn't have any STDs.

"Oh yeah, let's do it together," Killer said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Just two dudes going for an STD test together… totally platonic."

Penguin poked him in the ribs. "I've got an LGBTQ+ friendly doctor, my father specifically chose her for that, and you know there's this thing called doctor-patient confidentiality… They can't just go blabbing it around, not even to your father."

"But… what if someone sees us there?" Killer shook his head. "No, I'm sorry, I can't do that."

Penguin sighed, disappointed, but he felt like he couldn't convince Killer at this moment. Maybe when – if – Killer would be out of the closet, he would be willing to do it. Penguin crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Fine. Then no more swallowing my cum for you," he said as a last try.

Killer clicked his tongue. "I'll miss it, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." He walked towards his desk, opened a drawer, and took a small, square package out of it. He showed the condom to Penguin, holding it between his index finger and middle finger with a smile. "We'll use condoms from now on," Killer said, putting it into the pocket of his pants, and walking towards his boyfriend. Then, he softly pushed Penguin towards the door. "Now, let's have breakfast."

TBC~!

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