Chapter 40

"You made this yourself?" Penguin asked while he sipped from his orange juice.

Killer nodded. His hair was still up in a messy bun, but Penguin decided not to say anything about it, as he liked the view. "Yeah, we've got a lemon squeezer and a lot of oranges. So I can easily make more, if you want."

"It's nice," Penguin said with a smile. He didn't want Killer to go out of his way to make more for him, though. "Does it help with the hangover?" he asked teasingly.

Killer snorted. "I'm not hungover. I had enough time to drink a lot of water yesterday evening."

Penguin nodded, as if he knew everything about it. He didn't, of course. He had never drunk a drop of alcohol in his life. "So, did your father notice you were drunk, or did you get away with it?"

"Oh no, he noticed." Killer took a bite of his croissant. "He was not amused." However, Killer's face indicated that he could find amusement in the situation himself.

Penguin chuckled. "Good thing you were already grounded, then." He stared at his boyfriend, as a sudden horrifying possibility crossed his mind. "Or did he ground you for another week?"

"Nah," Killer answered. "He gave me some chores to do for the next few days, that's all." He shrugged. "Could be worse. At least he didn't find out about Heat and Wire."

Penguin looked at his boyfriend, feeling that little pang of jealousy again. "Did you… ask them to come over?" He hadn't asked Penguin until after they had been here, after all.

Killer shook his head. "They just showed up out of the blue."

Penguin's jealousy disappeared immediately. Killer hadn't asked his friends to come over before he had asked him. It was stupid, of course, he knew that. He shouldn't have problems with Killer choosing his best friends before him, or at least at the same level as him. They were his best friends, after all. They deserved to spend time with Killer just as much as he did. But still… Penguin hoped Killer's first choice to spend his time with, would be him.

He looked at Killer as he ate his breakfast, and a silence settled between them. It wasn't an awkward silence per se, but it became more awkward when Penguin thoughts drifted back to the phone call they'd had, last Friday. Neither of them had said anything about it yet. Killer seemed to pretend he had never even said those three words that meant so much. Sure, he had made a delicious breakfast for him, and sucked him off pretty much as soon as Penguin had entered his house, so that seemed to hint at that he at least liked him very much, but… love?

Why didn't Killer say anything about it anymore? Shouldn't they talk about it? Penguin wanted to tell him that he loved him too, but… when was the right moment for that? He couldn't just say it out of the blue. Especially when he wasn't a 100% sure Killer felt the same. Because if he did, he would have said it again, right?

"So, did I miss anything at school?" Killer broke the silence, his mind obviously at something else than Penguin's. "Anything special happened?"

Penguin thought back at his week, to think if anything worth mentioning happened. It took him only a second to remember what happened on Monday, with Drake in the courtyard. Yeah, he hadn't told Killer about that yet. It wasn't something he felt he should say over text, but he did feel like he should tell Killer. If he would keep it from him, it felt like he was sneaking around behind his back. As if he was cheating on him, which he wasn't, of course. He couldn't help what Drake had done. Still, how could he tell Killer?

Apparently, his face and silence spoke volumes, because Killer raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

Penguin swallowed hard. "Well… eh… something happened on Monday…"

Killer looked at him, waiting patiently for him to continue.

"So, you remember that picture of my dad, that Drake found?" Penguin decided to give the whole situation some context before dropping it on him.

"Yeah, of course, that's hard to forget," Killer answered. "Even Heat had it on his phone."

Penguin sighed, but wasn't surprised anymore. Everyone had that picture on their phone by now. "Yeah, well, I told my dad about that, and he realized that he had to talk to Shakky, before anyone would think he deliberately sent that picture to a minor. And well, Shakky talked to Drake and his parents about it, which, in turn, made Drake pissed at me…" Penguin realized he had talked himself into a corner. How did he get from there to 'Drake kissed me'?

He tried again. "So, apparently, Drake wasn't out to his parents yet. But since Shakky told them he was on Grindr…"

Killer's eyes widened. "She didn't!"

"I don't think she was aware it was a secret that he was gay," Penguin defended her. Indirectly, he felt a little guilty about it. If he had known, he could have told his father, who could have told Shakky, who would probably have used other words then, or talk to Drake without his parents. But he hadn't known it, and Penguin knew he shouldn't beat himself up about it. "Anyway, it seems like his parents didn't take it well. And I was expressing my empathy towards him, but Drake… interpreted it wrongly…"

Killer looked confused at him. "What do you mean? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Penguin shook his head, chuckling nervously. "No, you idiot. He kissed me." He carefully looked into Killer's eyes.

Killer stared at him, seemingly in shock. He looked as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over him. It was very quiet for a few moments, until he opened his mouth. "HE WHAT?!" Killer slammed his fist down the table. "I'm gonna kill that motherfucker first thing on Monday."

Penguin couldn't help but smile. He would have been a little disappointed by a more careless reaction. Still, he reached out and placed his hand on top of Killer's. "Calm down, there's a few things that will go wrong with that plan. A, you'll be expelled. B, people will probably find out you're my boyfriend. And C, poor Drake already gets beaten up at home, he doesn't need you to do it as well. Besides, it didn't mean anything."

"Poor Drake?!" Killer repeated. "Are you saying you didn't mind?" His anger slowly turned towards Penguin.

"Of course, I minded!" Penguin defended himself. "I don't want anyone to kiss me but you. It's not like I kissed him back, or anything."

"Wait…" Killer seemed to calm down a little bit, but only a little bit. "Did he use his tongue?"

"No!" Penguin said, his face coloring red. Why did Killer think he would let it come to that? "If he'd done that, I would have kicked him in the balls."

"But you didn't now?"

"I pushed him away. That was enough."

Killer huffed, his face still angry. "I gotta tell him you're not available, though. I mean, I get why he wants to kiss you, but he should find someone else to crush on."

Penguin burst out laughing. Was Killer serious? Looking at his face, confused from Penguin's sudden outburst, it seemed like he was. It took Penguin a while to stop laughing. He wiped a tear from his eye before he spoke. "He doesn't have a crush on me, you clueless idiot!"

"Don't call me an idiot!" Killer defended himself, still looking confused. "He kissed you!"

"Just because I was kind to him, and I was the only openly queer person he knew in our year! I told you, it meant nothing." Penguin shook his head. "Seriously, Killer, it's so obvious… How can you not see it? It is you he has a crush on."

Killer stared at him. "Drake… has a crush on me?" he asked, sounding as if he didn't believe it. "Is that not just you, being jealous? Are you saying that because he said something slightly flirtatious that one time?"

Penguin shook his head. "No. I'm pretty sure he flirted with you multiple times, you just didn't realize it."

Killer shook his head. "You're seeing things."

"He told me," Penguin said, not leaving any more room for doubt. He put the last bit of croissant into his mouth and chewed while he watched his boyfriend's reaction.

Killer's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, what?"

"He told me he likes you," Penguin clarified, although he was a little afraid to do so. Now that Killer knew, would he look differently at Drake? Would he get interested in Drake? No, he couldn't think like that. "We actually bonded a little over our crush on you."

"He knows you like me too?" Killer asked, surprised.

Penguin shrugged. "Yeah… he doesn't know you're my boyfriend, obviously, but he does know I like you."

Killer stared at him, seeming to process all this information. "So… the only two other queer guys in my year both have a crush on me?"

"Openly," Penguin corrected him, and then shrugged. "You shouldn't be surprised. You're hot."

Killer smirked. "Still, that's a pretty good score."

Penguin kicked him under the table. "Don't let it get to your head."

Killer, however, caught Penguin's foot between his legs, and playfully, didn't let go.

"But… don't leave me for Drake, okay?" Penguin asked, knowing he sounded childish and clingy, but he had to make sure.

Killer smirked, and leaned back in his chair, finally releasing Penguin's foot. "Well, Drake didn't promise to give me head after breakfast, so…"

Penguin blushed, and immediately got nervous again. They both had finished their breakfast. Before he could say anything, however, Killer spoke again.

"I'm just kidding, of course. Even if you don't do it, and even if Drake did promise that, I wouldn't leave you for the world." Killer smiled softly at him. "Please don't feel pressured because I said that. It was stupid."

Penguin stood up resolutely. If there was one thing making him ignore his nerves, it was Killer, trying to give him a way out of something he was determined to do, by being too considerate. He was glad Killer wasn't planning to leave him, but he was definitely going through with this.

He walked around the table, and pulled Killer's chair back without a word, glad they had those weird kind of dining chairs on caster wheels. Penguin turned it, so that there was room for him to sit in front of Killer. He spread Killer's legs, and sat down on his knees between them.

"Oh," Killer said, surprised.

Penguin looked him in the eyes defiantly, while he let his hands slowly run up Killer's thighs. "Don't challenge me."

"I wasn't challenging you, I swear!" Killer protested. "I just want to make sure you–"

"Killer, shut up," Penguin interrupted him sharply. He started rubbing circles with his thumbs at the inside of his boyfriend's thighs, close to his crotch.

Killer looked shocked at him, and closed his mouth abruptly. Then, slowly, his face became one of held back amusement. "Okay."

"Unless…" Penguin's determination made place for nervousness again. "Unless you don't want it…"

Killer looked at him confused, not seeming to know what the right answer was for a few seconds. Then, he looked at Penguin's hands, and back to his face again, and he smirked. "Yes, Penguin, I want you to suck my dick."

Fuck, that was what Penguin wanted to hear. Hearing him speak of his desire only, without regard of what Penguin might or might not want, was fucking hot. Penguin bit his lip and let his thumbs rub slightly higher, 'accidentally' touching the place where Killer's dick was hidden in his pants. "That's more like it," he said, smiling cheekily.

He moved his hands upwards, over Killer's pants, but deliberately not touching the place where Killer's cock was obviously growing harder. He brought his head closer to Killer's crotch, looking him in the eyes, and he saw that Killer watched him with an intense gaze. When his head was close, Penguin licked his lips, and smirked, before pulling back a little.

He let one hand sneak into Killer's pants pocket, and Killer let out a surprised gasp. With a bit of effort, Penguin managed to get hold of the foil wrapping that was hidden inside, and pulled it out of his pocket. He tried to put on his most confident smirk, and placed the condom carefully between his lips, refusing to let Killer see any of his nervousness. Having both hands free again, he started unbuttoning Killer's pants.

Penguin noticed how Killer was following his every move, and he tried to keep as much eye contact as possible. He had experienced how hot that could be, after all. He hoped it would work the other way around as well. Once Killer's fly was open, Penguin made an upwards gesture with his head, as he was still holding the condom between his lips, and couldn't speak. Fortunately, Killer got the gist, and lifted his hips so Penguin could tug his pants over his hips.

Once he had managed to get the jeans off Killer's legs, Penguin moved to sit between those legs once again. The slight bulge in Killer's trunks told him that his boyfriend was only half hard yet, but Penguin thought he would be able to change that soon enough. He took the condom between his fingers again, and brought his mouth towards Killer's crotch. Breathing slightly on the bulge, he looked up at Killer again. Then he lowered his head and started placing a trail of kisses on the clothed dick before him.

Killer gasped, and bucked his hips up slightly, encouraging Penguin to continue. Boosting his confidence some more, Penguin noticed that his goal was quickly achieved, and within no time Killer had a rock-hard erection in his underwear. Penguin played with it a little more, before carefully pulling down the boxers as well.

He looked at the cock in front of him, feeling a blush creep up his face. How was he going to fit that into his mouth? God, he really wanted to do it, but what if he wasn't any good at it? He had looked up some information, after Killer told him he'd done the same, but mostly he had just tried to pay attention to what Killer did to him. He hoped he knew a little about what to do now, but what if he did it all wrong? Penguin took a deep breath, and directed his attention towards the condom in his hand. First things first. Just take it step by step, he told himself.

"Peng," Killer asked for his attention in a soft tone, and Penguin just knew he was going to say something considerate again. He snapped his eyes up at Killer in a way as if to warn him that he shouldn't try it. However, this didn't stop Killer. "I know you don't want to hear this, and it will be the last time I say something like this, I promise, but I want you to know that you can stop at any time. Don't feel like you've started doing something, so you have to continue. You can stop whenever you want, and I won't ever blame you, no matter what else I say, okay?"

Penguin looked annoyed at him, but nodded.

"Good," Killer continued before Penguin could say anything. "Now, that said… Please put that condom on, and take my dick into your mouth."

Penguin's annoyance vanished in the blink of an eye, and he smirked. He didn't know why it turned him on when Killer talked like that, but he loved it. If only he could lose the 'please' next time… Especially now that Killer had reassured him he could stop at any time if he felt uncomfortable; Penguin had to admit that.

But he definitely didn't want to stop now. He opened the condom wrapper and took the rubber out. Tossing the empty package aside, he placed the condom on Killer's dick, and rolled it down, like he had practiced on himself only two days ago. To Penguin's delight, it fitted. It did seem to be slightly less tight than the one he'd tried on himself, but it was good enough for now, he guessed.

Wetting his lips with his tongue, Penguin tried to get over his nerves, but then he realized that there should be no shame in being a little nervous. It was his first time ever doing this, after all, and Killer knew that. He cleared his throat. "Will you… will you let me know when you like something, or when you don't like something?"

"Yes," Killer said breathily, lust evident in his voice. "I will."

Penguin licked his lips again, and realizing he really couldn't postpone this any longer, he held on to the base of Killer's cock, and took the tip between his lips. Slowly, he tried to take more, and more into his mouth.

Killer moaned softly. "Fuck, that's good."

Encouraged by this, Penguin took him in even deeper, until the cock hit the back of his throat, and he gagged. Alarmed, Penguin pulled all the way back. He didn't want to risk throwing up.

"Easy," Killer said, breathing hard.

Penguin felt his hand in his hair, and looked up at his boyfriend, his lips resting against the head of his cock. He realized he had forgotten to keep eye contact.

"You don't have to go so deep," Killer assured him in a deep, calming voice. "It already feels really good without that."

Penguin took this to heart, and licked the underside of Killer's glans, gaining a soft moan. Then he took it in his mouth again, and started moving his head up and down, making sure not to take it in as deep as before, and paying attention he wouldn't accidentally graze it with his teeth.

"Ohhh, yes!" Killer moaned, while his hand got a soft grip in Penguin's hair. "Fuck, you're doing so well."

Penguin kept doing what he was doing, feeling the space in his own pants become a little tighter again as well, at every moan that left Killer's lips. He tried to apply a little more pressure with his tongue, while bobbing his head, and then he started sucking.

"Ohh, yeah… ahh," Killer moaned again. "Yeah, like that, that's so good!"

Penguin's nerves slowly ebbed away, as he heard how much Killer was enjoying this. Apparently, he wasn't half bad at it. Feeling a little more confident, Penguin remembered to look up at Killer's face again. He was a little disappointed to see Killer had closed his eyes, even if it was obviously done in bliss.

But Penguin remembered something else he'd liked. Bringing his free hand up between Killer's legs, he started massaging his balls, while he kept sucking his dick like his life depended on it. The hand in his hair tightened its grip, and a second later, Killer's eyes snapped open.

"Yes!" he said, panting. "Yes, fuck yes! Keep doing that!"

Penguin did as he asked, all the while holding Killer's gaze, now that he had it. His jaws started to hurt a little, but he tried to ignore it. Killer liked this, so he would continue, no matter what.

"My God," Killer said between moans. "I can't believe I'm doing this to your cute face." His gaze was so intensely lustful, there was no way Penguin could break eye contact. "But, fuck, it's so hot," the last words came out almost growling.

After bobbing his head two more times, Penguin let Killer's erection slip out of his mouth – to answer him, but also to give his jaws some much needed rest. "You're not doing anything to me, let alone my cute face," he said teasingly. "I'm doing this to you."

Killer breathed in sharply. "Fair enough," he admitted. "I don't want to take any credit away from you. You're doing so great."

Penguin smirked, and to give his jaws a little more time, he let his tongue run over the edge of Killer's glans, and up and down his shaft, before putting his cock back into his mouth once more. He started moving his head up and down again, and this time, he carefully tried to take in a little more with each movement, pulling back just before his gag reflex kicked in, and trying again. And fuck, the sweet moans he got out of Killer, were like music to his ears.

"Ahhh, fuck…" Killer breathed hard. "Why were you so insecure? You're a natural."

Penguin moaned softly. Shit, he was so glad Killer was enjoying this.

"Ahh, fuck… yes!" Killer couldn't keep eye contact anymore, and threw his head back. "Yesss!" He started trembling, and even though Penguin felt his jaws tiring again, he forced himself to keep going, as he felt Killer was close to his orgasm.

After a few more seconds, Killer moaned loudly, and his grip on Penguin's hair tightened so much that it hurt a little. But Penguin didn't mind, as the knowledge that he brought his boyfriend to a climax with his mouth, pleased him immensely. He sucked one more time, while pulling back, making sure Killer released everything he had to give.

Killer was panting heavily, and needed a few moments before he lifted his head to look at Penguin again. He smiled. "Wow," he said, exhaling deeply. His grip on Penguin's hair had loosened, and he started softly caressing his head. "That was really good." He used his other hand to pull the condom off his softening dick.

Penguin smiled back at him, a little embarrassed, but at the same time a little proud of himself. "I'm glad."

Killer tied up the condom, and tossed it on the empty plate he'd used for breakfast. Then he cupped Penguin's face with both his hands. "Come here," he said, guiding him up.

Penguin followed his movements and stood up, and when he leaned down kiss his boyfriend, Killer pulled him towards him. Penguin saw this as an invitation to climb into his lap and straddle him. Killer hummed pleased at that, and they kept kissing lazily for a long while, forgetting the world around them for a moment.

TBC~!

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