Sorry for the long wait (a whole week! 😱 😂) but I was out camping. Here's the new chapter though!

Chapter 46

It was an hour later when Penguin saw he had a message from Killer. 'Where are you?'

He noticed it was sent during their break, so he replied, 'Sorry, I had my phone on mute. I was at the library. But we can have lunch together, if you missed me 😉' Obviously, that wasn't why Killer had asked, but Penguin couldn't help himself. If only Killer wanted to have lunch with him in public…

He packed his bag and left the classroom towards his next. As he walked, he kept looking at his phone, hoping to get a reply from Killer. This was how he didn't see the hand coming that grabbed the front of his shirt, until it was too late.

He let out a surprised yelp when Killer pulled him out of the mass of people and dragged him into a much quieter side path. Penguin couldn't help but notice the keychain he had given Killer the previous day, dangling from his bag. It filled his heart with joy that Killer was carrying it around so openly.

He stumbled after Killer, until they reached a part where barely any other people were around, and Killer pushed him roughly against the wall. Penguin gasped, partly because of the impact, and partly because of how his brain reacted to this treatment. He licked his lips and chuckled. "You know, I think it's pretty hot when you do this," he said quietly, so the few other people around wouldn't hear them.

But Killer's eyes looked straight into his, and they shot fire. "Can you stop joking for one second?!" he snapped.

A little taken aback by this, Penguin's smile faltered, and he let out a slight, nervous chuckle. "I wasn't joking, though…" he mumbled.

Killer ignored the comment. "What the hell were you thinking?!" Killer hissed. "With the…" He looked around nervously, before he continued even quieter, "With the TikTok account?"

Penguin stared at his boyfriend, in shock and quite hurt by Killer's anger. What had he done to make Killer so mad at him? "W-what do you mean?" he asked confused. "I told you people at school had found you…"

"Yeah, but you didn't say you've been telling everyone I'm your boyfriend!" Killer gave him another push. "And what's with that username?!"

Penguin frowned. "Wait, didn't I tell you what the account was called?"

"No, you didn't!" Killer snarled. "Why the hell would you chose a name like that?"

"So people would know it wasn't me who was playing," Penguin explained.

"Why does that even matter?!" Killer let go of him and took a small step back.

Penguin shrugged. "I don't want to take credit for your music."

Killer sighed. "Penguin, no one even knows you're behind the account. No one will give you credit anyway."

Penguin stared at him, becoming slightly red. He hadn't thought about it like that. "I'm sorry… I did it with the best intentions, I swear. But if no one knows I'm behind it, they won't know I'm your boyfriend either, so there won't be a problem, right?" Penguin tried not to alarm Killer when he noticed someone walking past behind him, within earshot. However, the person didn't show any sign that he'd heard what Penguin just said. When he was far away enough, Penguin added, "At least everyone now knows you're taken."

"Well, that's the problem, isn't it?!" Killer grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled frustratedly at it. "My friends now think I'm keeping a secret from them."

"You are keeping a secret from them. You can't blame me for that, I'd gladly tell them," Penguin countered.

"I mean… they think I have a secret girlfriend now."

Penguin shrugged. "Secret girlfriend, secret boyfriend, it isn't that far of a stretch. If it really bothers you that much, just tell them the truth."

Killer pursed his lips together in annoyance. "I can't." He sighed, but didn't explain why he couldn't tell his friends. "Even Drake asked me if I had a boy- or girlfriend."

This spiked Penguin's interest. "He did? What did you say?"

Killer scoffed. "That there is someone, but I'm not sure if it'll work out yet."

Penguin felt like someone stabbed him right through the heart. His eyes widened as he tried to figure out if Killer was serious.

Killer looked annoyed at him for a few more seconds, before his look softened. "Don't give me that look, I didn't mean it, obviously. I was just annoyed with you when I said that."

Penguin sighed. "I'm really sorry. I hadn't expected the whole school to watch the video, though."

Killer slightly shook his head. "Me neither. But I guess there's nothing to be done about it now."

"I guess not," Penguin agreed. The hallway was deserted now, and he realized that probably meant he was late for his next class. "I gotta go now, though, if I don't want to get any more detention." He took a step closer towards Killer, and let his fingers run over his arm. "Kiss?" he asked hopeful.

Killer turned his head to look down the hallway both ways, but when he didn't spot anyone, he leaned in and kissed Penguin on his lips. Penguin didn't realize how much he had needed that. It was a confirmation that Killer still loved him, and wasn't really angry anymore. However, when he parted his lips and tried to get some tongue in, Killer pulled away.

"Don't get greedy," Killer said teasingly.

Penguin smirked, and gave him a last, quick peck on his lips before jogging towards his next class.

On Wednesday, Penguin was taking his sweet time changing into his clothes for PE, while not so subtly staring at Killer while the latter was getting ready as well. Only this week and next week. That was all he had left of PE with Killer. After that, it was Christmas Break, and in the new year a new PE teacher would start and take over Killer's class. It was a shame, really.

So, Penguin took his time checking Killer out as he pulled his sports shirt over his head. Sure, he could look at Killer's naked chest more often, but that was different. Penguin liked looking at him while Killer wasn't aware of it; he looked a bit more relaxed when he thought Penguin wasn't looking.

When the shirt was in place, Killer got a hair tie out of his bag, and started putting his hair up into a messy bun, like he always did when exercising. And during other activities. Penguin suddenly became very hot, as he remembered the last time he'd seen Killer with his hair up. Shit, he knew he wouldn't be able to think of anything else. His breathing became heavier, and his mind started to picture Killer's mouth around his dick, but right here and right now. Fuck, he was getting hard.

At that moment, Killer turned his head towards Penguin, and looked him straight in the eyes, a knowing smirk decorating his face. He slightly parted his mouth and let his tongue run over his lips ever slowly, without breaking eye contact. Then he winked.

And Penguin's eyes widened. Holy shit, Killer knew exactly what he was thinking about, and made sure to feed his imagination. Penguin quickly turned his head away, and closed his eyes, trying really hard to think of something else. However, his mind only came up with more pictures of Killer sucking his dick. Penguin swallowed hard.

"You look distracted…" Killer's deep, teasing voice sounded suddenly very close to his ear. Penguin's eyes snapped open, and he turned to face his boyfriend, but Killer was already walking on towards the exit of the changing room, as if he was completely innocent. As if those words he had spoken just now hadn't been dripping with sex.

Penguin took a few deep breaths and then changed into his sport shirt. He needed a few more moments to get his arousal down, before he could change into his shorts, so he started picturing his grandma – from his mother's side, his father's mother had been dead long before Penguin was born – and that did the trick.

When Penguin was finally tying up his shoes, only he and Drake were still left in the changing room. Penguin looked at the other boy and cleared his throat. "Did you ask Killer out yet?" he said, feeling a little evil.

Drake, just having finished changing into his sports outfit, stood up. "No. You?"

"You would go first," Penguin reminded him.

Drake sighed. "Haven't you seen his TikTok account?"

Of course I've seen it, Penguin thought. I just posted another video on it yesterday evening. It was doing pretty well, just slightly less well than the previous one. "What about it?"

"Well, he's already dating someone."

Penguin looked curiously at him. "A boy or a girl?" he asked as a test.

Drake shrugged. "No clue. Though I have a feeling it might be a boy."

"Why?" Penguin was done tying op his shoelaces and stood up as well, and both of them walked towards the sports hall.

Drake shrugged again. "Just a feeling. But it doesn't really matter, does it? If he's already got someone, we don't stand a chance."

Knowing what Killer had said to Drake about not being sure if things would work out with his mysterious beau, Penguin wondered if Drake held back this information on purpose. Well, he'd do the same if the roles were reversed, if he was being honest.

Penguin put on a sad face. "I guess we'd better stop chasing after him then."

Drake looked at him with narrowed eyes, but nodded slowly. "I guess so."

Somehow, Penguin didn't believe he would.

Penguin had finished his last class of the day, and made his way towards the detention room slowly, when he got a text from his father. 'I'm out for a bit when you come home. You'll be alone until at least 6 😉'

Penguin raised his eyebrows. He didn't trust that winking emoji. It was almost as if his father was suggesting he should have Killer over. So, that was okay again? Was there a catch?

It took Penguin several seconds before realization hit him. Law was doing the exact same thing he'd tried a week prior, just a tiny bit more subtle. Well, whatever. If Law wanted to visit Kid – which he would probably be doing anyway – Penguin could work with that. He immediately called Killer.

After waiting too many long seconds, Killer answered the phone. "Hey."

"Hey." Penguin couldn't help but smile at the sound of his boyfriend's voice. "Are you still at school?"

"Yeah, was about to leave, though," Killer answered him.

Penguin's smile broadened. "I just got a message from my father. I'll have the house to myself until six… You wanna come over?"

"Yeah," was Killer's reply. It was too neutral for Penguin's liking, but his guess was that Killer wasn't alone, and that's why couldn't say much more. "You're right, I still have to look for some books for that. I'd better go to the library and work on our project for a bit," Killer continued, completely unprompted.

So Penguin had been right about him not being alone. He chuckled. "Okay, I'll pick you up from the library then, when they release me from detention."

"Sounds good."

Penguin had almost reached the detention room. "See you in a bit. Love you."

He smirked widely when he heard Killer's reply. "Yeah, you too."

Detention was a pain in the ass, and it seemed to last longer every day, even though it was always an hour. When the teacher keeping watch over the two people that had detention let them go, Penguin packed his stuff in record time and all but ran towards the library. The hallways were fairly deserted, as it was still a few minutes before the bell would rang, and a lot of students had gone home already anyway. The library was even more quiet; it was a place where students spent their free periods in between classes, not usually the ones after their last class. Most of them wanted to go home as soon as possible.

When Penguin reached the part where a few large tables stood with multiple chairs around them – the part where he had found Killer last time, when he'd invited him for the hockey date – he saw that Killer was the only one sitting there. He had his back towards the entrance, so he didn't see Penguin coming. Penguin was going to make sure to use this to his advantage.

He placed his backpack on the floor near a row of books, as quietly as possible, and then slowly sneaked towards his boyfriend, who seemed to be focused on his homework. Getting closer, and closer, Penguin weighed his options. He could startle Killer, he could try to tickle him, he could give him a surprise hug or kiss, or… an idea popped up in his mind. Yes, he could try to braid Killer's hair and see how far he got before Killer would notice. And if he'd notice immediately, he'd probably be startled anyway.

Penguin quietly walked towards him until he was standing right behind Killer's chair, and Killer didn't give any sign that he'd noticed him. Penguin made sure to barely breathe, while he very carefully reached for a strand of blond hair. One; No movement in Killer. Two; Still no sign that he'd noticed anything. When Penguin grabbed a third strand, he froze as Killer made the smallest movement, but that was all. Slowly, he started folding the strands of hair, one over the other, and the other over that one. Penguin had to try his hardest not to giggle.

What happened next, happened within the blink of an eye. Killer's hand shot out to grab his arm, pulled him forwards, and turned him around at the same time. Penguin's back hit the flat of the table within a second, knocking the breath out of him.

"Jesus, Peng, don't sneak up on me like that!" Killer exclaimed, while he was standing over his boyfriend, obviously startled.

Penguin stared up at him from his place next to Killer's book, eyes wide, and breathing heavily. But not because of the shock, oh no. His brain shortcut and sent signals directly towards his dick. Damn, Killer should throw him on the table like that more often. "Holy shit," Penguin said hoarsely. "Fuck me right here, right now."

Killer's eyebrows went up in surprise, and he stared at his boyfriend for several quiet seconds. Then he burst out laughing. It was an uncontrolled, almost hysterical laugh; one that Penguin had never heard before at school. One that he loved hearing, but not as much when he got the feeling Killer was laughing at him. Still, Penguin let him, and just looked at his boyfriend while he remained in his place on the library table.

When Killer finally got a hold of himself again, he shook his head at Penguin. "You've got some weird ass kinks, man."

"Hey!" Penguin protested, a little offended, but a little embarrassed as well. He finally raised himself up, realizing there was no fucking going to happen right here right now anyway, and gave Killer a playful push against his shoulder. "Don't kink shame me."

The librarian stuck her head around the corner just when Penguin was done speaking, probably attracted by the commotion. "Everything okay in here?"

"Yes, ma'am," Killer and Penguin said in unison.

She looked at them with narrowed eyes, and let her gaze wander around the room, but when she didn't find anything suspicious, she nodded shortly and disappeared towards her desk around the corner again.

Penguin looked at Killer with a devious sparkle in his eyes. "You're right," he whispered. "It would have been a little awkward if she'd caught us doing it on the table."

Killer chuckled, cast one more look in the direction of the librarian and the entrance of the room, and pulled Penguin close against him by his waist. "Oh, believe me, the possibility of getting caught is the only thing stopping me right now." He kissed Penguin, immediately giving him some tongue. Penguin gladly answered with his own, but Killer pulled away again after only a few seconds, softly biting down his lower lip before he completely broke the kiss. "And maybe the fact that our first time should probably be in a more comfortable place," he added in a deep voice.

Penguin softly rolled his hips against Killer's body. "Fair point. But… you can take me on the table at a later time," he said quietly.

"Hmmm." Killer cast a quick look towards the entrance again, before regaining eye contact. "You know what, what else is senior prank night for?" He pressed Penguin some closer, and Penguin could feel the hard pressure of Killer's erection through his pants.

Penguin breathed in sharply at that comment. "You promise?"

Killer chuckled. "If we can be certain no one walks in… sure, I'll fuck the ever-loving shit out of you on this table."

"Fuck," Penguin moaned softly at the prospect. Senior prank night might still be one and a half year away, but he would not forget about this promise. "I'm so glad I caught you when you were horny."

"I've been horny all fucking day," Killer grunted. "Ever since you started making bedroom eyes at me during PE."

Penguin smirked at him. "And who's fault was that?"

A snort escaped Killer's lips. "Your own. I can't help it you've got a perverted mind."

Penguin wanted to protest, but changed his mind. He'd rather spend the time they had on other things. "Killer, let's get out of here."

Killer grunted approvingly. "Gladly." He let his tongue run teasingly over Penguin's lip for a moment, before pulling back. "You start walking, I'll catch up with you."

TBC~!

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