Chapter 51

Killer was in an exceptionally good mood that Friday when he came home. This day had ended so completely different from how he had thought this morning. He was so grateful Wire had took it upon himself to figure out who his secret lover was, and he was so grateful for both Wire and Heat accepting him and reminding him to fuck everyone else's opinion. The people that mattered to him accepted him and didn't seem to treat him a whole lot different, so who cared about anyone else? God, he hadn't felt this good in a long time. If he'd known coming out would be like this, he would have done it a long time ago. He barely even remembered what he had been afraid of.

Sure, there had been a few people who gave him funny looks or said something that wasn't entirely nice, but the majority of the people had been supportive, or just didn't seem to care. He still had to see what would happen over a longer period of time, of course, but right now, it didn't seem bad at all. He didn't even really care that much about the stupid remark Cabaji had made – it had only made him want to kiss Penguin even more. And that was the best thing of all; he could kiss and hug Penguin whenever he wanted. He didn't have to pretend to hate him anymore.

It was only when Killer walked into his home and saw his father, that his mood was dampened a little bit. Not that he disliked seeing his father that much, but he was reminded of the fact that he wasn't out to everyone yet. Part of him wanted to scream at his dad that he was gay at that very moment, but his fear still stopped him. Kid was not like the people at school. If someone at school reacted badly to it, he could just ignore them. If his father didn't accept him, or was disappointed, or even made one slightly homophobic comment, Killer would have to live with that every day. He couldn't live in the same house if his father would let him know he was a disappointment, or a freak, or whatever. If his father didn't 100% accept him, Killer would not feel at ease in his own home anymore. And as long as he didn't come out, he could pretend his father accepted him for who he was.

Kid greeted him from the couch. "You're home late."

"Yeah, I had detention," Killer answered in all honesty. "I was late for a class, so they made me stay after my last." He didn't explain the reason he was late for class was because he had to tell Heat he was gay, of course.

Kid snorted. "Loser."

Killer raised his eyebrows at that, but was actually amused by his father's response. At least he wasn't angry. "Yeah, I bet you never had detention."

Smirking, Kid answered, "'f course, but I always had a good reason to be late for class. Like I was shoving my tongue down some chick's throat, or, you know, somewhere else." He wiggled his eyebrows. "What's your excuse?"

"Ew, dad," Killer said, grossed out as the image of a younger version of his father eating pussy at school flashed before his eyes. The way his dad talked, made his mood go down some more. Fuck if he was ever going to tell this guy he was gay. "I had to talk to Heat… about something private."

The look on Kid's face became a little more serious. "Is Heat okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine," Killer quickly answered, only then realizing it had sounded like something might be wrong with his friend. "It wasn't anything bad… just private."

His father nodded. "So it wasn't because you were working on your online guitar career?"

Killer tensed up. "What?" Oh no, had his father found the TikTok account? Had he seen the name and the comments? Oh God, he would have had to, right? Wait, wasn't his dad a little too old to be on TikTok? "You're on TikTok?!" Killer had quickly realized there was no point in denying his videos.

Kid snorted. "Me? No way. I'm too old for that shit. But Mosh is," – Killer recognized the name of one of his father's co-workers – "and he showed me a video of you playing to Celine Dion." Kid smiled. "That's the worst song I've ever heard, Killer – though, I have to admit you made it ten times better. Why would you play to that? I thought you had better taste."

Killer let himself flop down on the couch, not quite relaxed, but a little more at ease since his father was commenting on his choice of music, and not on the fact that the account was obviously run by his significant other. "Of course I have better taste. I did it exactly because it was the worst song I could think of. Someone challenged me to pick the cheesiest song I could think of and make it metal, so I did."

"You came up with that yourself? The guitar part, I mean."

"Yeah," Killer answered.

"Huh," Kid said, sounding impressed. "You might become a real rockstar one day." There was no mocking or teasing tone in his voice at all.

It wasn't often that Killer could say he had heard his father sound proud of him. Not really sure how to react to that, how to accept it as the compliment it was obviously meant to be, Killer could only be cocky. He shrugged. "I already am."

At that, his father laughed. "Yeah? Mosh told me the video had a lot of likes… don't remember the amount, but according to him it was a lot."

"Yeah… it's got almost half a million views already," Killer admitted. Penguin had showed him the numbers during their last break. "It's crazy."

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" Kid asked.

Killer shrugged. "Who the fuck tells their dad what they post on TikTok?"

"Why not?" Kid frowned. "If it's a dumb dance, okay, I get that. But this is something to be proud of, isn't it?"

Killer smiled awkwardly. "If you say so…"

"But anyway, I don't care if you've got a billion followers or whatever, you are finishing school, no matter what," Kid said, but it sounded without malice.

"Yeah, yeah. It's not like I'm suddenly an influencer or celeb or anything," Killer answered. "Or like I'm even getting paid or whatever. That's not how TikTok works."

"If you say so. But even if some kind of huge rock band or record label or anything contacts you, I want you to make sure you finish school before you do anything else," his father pressed.

Killer laughed. "I wish! Dad, I'm just some guy on TikTok, like everyone else. Nothing like that is going to happen."

The next morning, Penguin came downstairs with the biggest smile on his face. It had still barely sunk in that Killer had come out at school. When Penguin had come home yesterday, Law had been called in to work, and he had only come home late, when Penguin had already gone to bed, so he hadn't heard the news yet. Penguin had celebrated with Bepo, but he couldn't wait to tell his father about it.

He almost danced into the kitchen for breakfast, the goofy smile not leaving his face.

Law, who had already finished his own breakfast, not one to sleep in when he had a day off, looked up from his phone and quirked an eyebrow. "Do I want to know?"

"Know what?" Penguin asked, not being completely awake yet.

"Why you're so happy this morning," his father clarified. "And if it's got anything to do with Killer, the answer is probably 'no'."

Penguin's grin only became wider. "It certainly has to do with Killer, and yes, you wanna know."

"Oh God," Law said. He took a deep breath and then looked at his son with a small smile on his face. He made a beckoning motion with his hand. "Bring it on."

Not being able to contain his excitement any longer, Penguin blurted out, "He came out at school yesterday!"

The change on Law's face was subtle, but Penguin immediately recognized it as surprise. "Okay, I didn't see that one coming," Law admitted. "But I'm happy for him. And you." He smirked. "Though I pity your classmates."

"What do you mean?" Penguin asked confused.

Law looked amused. "Tell me you weren't glued to each other from the moment he came out."

Penguin shrugged. "So what? Everyone does that. Well, every couple."

"And you like seeing that?"

Penguin frowned at his dad. "I usually look the other way, but I don't particularly care. But you wanna say we have to hide it anyway?"

At this, his father stared hard at him. Whatever he had meant, it seemed he didn't want to be accused of this. "No. You're right. Show them."

"Thank you," Penguin said a little victoriously. "I will make sure to kiss him as often as possible."

Law snorted. "I don't doubt that. But… did Killer only come out at school?"

"Yeah," Penguin answered. "But that's a huge step! It's more than you did!"

Law held up his hand in defense, chuckling. "I'm not trying to downgrade this achievement; I'm just trying to find out how much I can say to his dad tonight."

For a moment Penguin had completely forgotten their dads would go on a date that evening. He shook his head. "Nothing. You can't say anything about it to his dad."

Law sighed. "Well, I guess it's a first step."

Killer arrived around half past four, while his father was still home. Law came to greet him immediately. "Killer," he acknowledged him, obviously in a good mood. "Penguin told me you came out yesterday," he smiled at him. "That's very brave, well done."

Killer, still wearing his jacket, chuckled a little awkwardly. "Thanks… I guess. My friends kinda just found out though…"

Law shrugged. "But you didn't have to tell the whole school…"

"True," Killer allowed himself to smile a bit. "It does feel pretty great."

"It does, doesn't it?" Law nodded in understanding. "I remember how good I felt when I could finally show my real self to my friends, my colleagues, my family…"

Penguin rolled his eyes. His father was almost subtle. "What family?" he called him out.

"Ouch," Law replied. But Penguin knew the wounds of the loss of his family had healed a long time ago, at least enough that Penguin could somewhat joke about it. He didn't think Law would accept such jokes from anyone else, though.

"You… and your mother's family." Law shrugged.

Penguin snorted. "I was five, whatever did I know?"

"Anyway," his father said, obviously ignoring Penguin's comment. "There was something I wanted to tell you both: If you ever get bullied because of your sexuality, I want you to let me know. I'll make sure it stops."

"Dad!" Penguin said, embarrassed. They didn't need his father to stick up for them! Even though Penguin could appreciate the gesture. "We don't need your help. No one dares to bully Killer after he almost stabbed the last homophobe through the hand with a pen." He smirked at his boyfriend, and while Killer smirked back, his eyes shifted a little uneasily towards Law. "Besides, only if we get bullied because of that? What if I get bullied because of my name?"

"I thought I was the only one bullying you with your name," Killer said jokingly. "Is there anyone else? I'll beat them up for you."

Penguin snorted. "You're allowed to bully me a little bit. You've earned that privilege." He looked at Killer with playful eyes. "But only a little bit."

Killer looked him in the eyes and smiled. "You're cute; just like a little penguin. It's a very fitting name."

Law snorted. "Finally, something we can agree on." He looked amused at the couple. "But seriously, I want you to tell me if anyone bothers you. Fighting isn't always the best solution."

"We will," Killer said, before Penguin could protest again.

Thinking their conversation with his father was done, Penguin fully turned towards Killer. "Did you make a shopping list?" He tried to change the subject, fighting off the blush that covered his cheeks. He didn't mind it that much anymore when Killer called him his little Penguin, but only if they were alone. Not in front of his dad! That was so fucking embarrassing.

Killer smirked at him, seeming to enjoy his embarrassment. "I did. Want to go buy groceries right now?"

Penguin nodded, and pushed his boyfriend towards the door, while grabbing his coat. "Yeah, let's go." The faster he was away from his father, the better.

He was already reaching for the doorknob when Law chuckled. "Penguin, were you planning on paying for dinner yourself, or…"

Penguin gritted his teeth and turned around, getting slightly red in the face again. His father knew very well he didn't have a job, and he wasn't planning on spending his allowance on dinner. He had just forgotten about the money for a second.

His father looked smugly at him, holding some bills between his fingers, and Penguin didn't waste time, snatching them out of his hand. "I'll probably be gone when you come back," Law said, "so, have a nice evening, be careful, be safe, and I'll try not to be back too late."

Penguin huffed. "We can take care of ourselves. Make it as late as you want."

Pursing his lips together, Law gave him an unimpressed look. "I'll probably be back around eight or something."

Penguin rolled his eyes. If Law wanted to hurry his dinner date just so Killer and Penguin wouldn't have too much time alone, that was his loss. Penguin hoped he would reconsider, though. "Well, I hope you have fun and then feel obligated to come home early anyway." He said, turning towards the door again. "Serves you right."

Law laughed. "Don't worry, if I have that much fun, I'll stay longer."

"Good." Penguin opened the door and gave Killer a soft push to usher him outside. "Bye." With a short wave, he went outside and pulled the door shut behind him.

He took a deep breath, put the money away in his pocket, and then looked up at Killer with adoring eyes. Penguin wrapped his arms around boyfriend and hugged him tightly. God, he was so happy to spend the evening with him, and to be able to be in public with him. His heart sped up a little more when he felt Killer place his arms around him and hug him back.

Killer chuckled. "You happy?"

"Yes," Penguin said into Killer's jacket. He moved his head up a little so he could look at his boyfriend again. "How can I not be, when you're holding me in your arms for everyone to see?"

Killer looked back at him with a smile. "Have I told you you're adorable today?"

Penguin felt a blush rising to his cheeks. "Shut up."

Killer smile turned into a smirk. "I guess that's a no." He leaned down and kissed Penguin.

Penguin leaned into the touch, parting his lips slightly, and Killer took the opportunity to slip his tongue in. They kept kissing until they were both short of breath. When they parted, Penguin created a little space between them, so he could look at his boyfriend better. "Don't call me your little penguin in front of my dad again, though."

Killer smirked again. "I didn't call you my little penguin. I just said you were cute like a little penguin." He shrugged. "Only you know you're my Little Penguin." He held out his hand and cocked his head towards the street. "Let's go, before the store closes."

Penguin snorted, but took the hand gladly. The store wouldn't close for a few hours, but Penguin got the idea. They didn't still want to be standing on the front porch when his father left. Walking hand in hand, they made their way towards the grocery store, which was about a twenty-minute walk.

"We do have to make sure we're not seen by someone who knows my dad, though," Killer reminded him. "If we see one of his colleagues or something, we're just friends."

Penguin squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I can live with that."

Killer looked at him and squeezed his hand back. "I don't deserve you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Penguin asked with raised eyebrows.

Killer stared in front of him again. "I just… I'm asking you to keep us a secret all the time. And even though I'm out now to most people, I'm still asking you to be careful. I know it's not fair, but you go along with it anyway."

Penguin chuckled. He was just so happy Killer was out of the closet to most people now, that he hardly cared he had to keep it a secret for a few more people. If Killer didn't feel comfortable telling his dad yet, Penguin wouldn't want to force him. He probably had his reasons, even if Penguin still didn't quite understand them. "Well, you can make it up to me by cooking for me," he joked.

Killer smiled amused. "I guess it's true what they say… the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

"Absolutely," Penguin said laughing. "If you happen to be terrible at cooking, I gotta find myself a wife who can cook."

"Wow, Peng, I didn't know you were so sexist," Killer said playfully. "A wife, really? You gonna get married to her as soon as you know she can cook?"

Penguin shrugged. "Maybe." He noticed from the corner of his eyes how Killer looked at him with a smile.

"Does that apply to me too?" Killer asked him.

Penguin giggled, but couldn't keep the blush of his face. "Is that a proposal?"

Killer just chuckled, but didn't answer his question. It was clear he didn't want to go there yet, and honestly, Penguin was kind of glad of that. However much he was in love with Killer, he wasn't that crazy he wanted to make big life plans like that already.

They walked in silence for a little while, until Killer opened his mouth again. "It's kind of a weird coincidence, isn't it?" he wondered out loud. "Your dad going out for dinner at the same time as mine…"

Penguin stopped in his tracks abruptly, his hand still holding Killer's, so he forced his boyfriend to a stop as well. He looked at Killer with searching eyes. "You're kidding, right?" There was no way he really didn't have a clue what was going on between their dads.

But Killer looked back at him with an honestly confused look. "Eh…"

Penguin let out a frustrated groan. So he would have to talk about it to Killer after all… "Our dads are going out for dinner together, Killer." Fuck, this was such an embarrassing subject.

Various looks of confusion passed Killer's face, as he seemed to try to figure things out. "Why?" he asked eventually. "No offense, but I got the idea my father didn't like yours much, that day we went to your house together."

Why? That was really something Penguin didn't want to think about. "Hell if I know." He let go of Killer's hand to pull the flaps of his cap downwards in embarrassment. "Apparently there was something he liked…"

"Huh…" Killer said, still seeming to try to wrap his head around it. "Weird. I wonder what they'll talk about though…"

Penguin didn't miss how Killer's body tensed up, and he could guess what he was thinking about. "I told him he couldn't tell your father about us, or about you being gay. I specifically told him you were only out at school," Penguin reassured him, and he grabbed his hand again.

Killer let out a deep breath, his pose relaxing a bit again. "That's good. Thanks."

"Let's just… not talk about our dads, okay?" Penguin asked, trying to get rid of the awkwardness he felt. He started walking again and Killer followed him. Still, the awkward topic hung between them, so Penguin did his best to change the subject. "Let me see the shopping list."

Killer took his phone out of his pocket and showed Penguin the list he had made. Penguin looked it over, curious to see what ingredients Killer's pasta recipe needed. "Is that all the vegetables we need?" he asked surprised.

Killer nodded. "Yeah, you don't need that many veggies to make a good pasta."

"Oh…" Penguin hesitated for a moment, not wanting to criticize Killer's cooking before he'd even started, but he felt like this meal wouldn't be the best for what he had in mind today. "Would it be okay if we added some more, though? Or make like a salad on the side? And maybe get whole-wheat pasta?"

Killer raised an eyebrow at him. "Your father isn't there tonight, it's okay to eat a little less healthy every once in a while…"

"That's not it…" Penguin didn't dare to look at him, and his face became red once more. "It's just… important to eat enough fibers."

"Yeah, sure, but like I said–" Killer started.

But Penguin interrupted him. "Not just because it's healthy. It's like… good for… you know…" His voice trailed off. He really hoped Killer would just get it.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the case. "I don't, honestly… What is it good for?"

"For your stool!" Penguin hid his face in his free hand. "To get everything out smoothly and keeping things as clean as possible." He peeked at Killer through his fingers.

"Oh!" Killer blushed for a moment as well. "Oh, yeah, I didn't think of it like that… Sure, we can add some vegetables and whole-wheat pasta." He squeezed Penguin's hand. "You can tell me things like that."

Penguin didn't know what to say. It was just so embarrassing to talk about poop. "It's just so not sexy."

Killer shrugged. "So what, you don't have to be sexy all the time. It's part of it, and I think it's very sexy of you to think about that."

Penguin snorted, but felt a tiny bit less embarrassed already. "Liar."

"I'm not lying," Killer assured him. "The fact that you think it's important, means you probably want to do things after dinner… which I think is very sexy of you," he said, smirking.

Penguin chuckled. "We could also do things before dinner…"

This made Killer laugh, but he convinced Penguin they could better eat first. By that time, they had reached the grocery store and went in to get all the things from Killer's list, plus some extra vegetables, which they picked out together.

When they got home, they were glad to see Bepo was the only one there. Penguin placed his cap on the entryway table, and together they started preparing for dinner, even if Killer did most of the work. Penguin loved just chilling a little and watching Killer do his thing. While Killer was stirring the contains of the pans, Penguin quietly put some candles on the dinner table and lit them. Killer didn't notice it until he turned around a little later, and smiled at the sight.

"Peng, c'mere, I need you to taste if the spaghetti's done," Killer said.

Penguin jumped up and walked over, even if he did wonder why Killer couldn't judge that himself. Killer held up a fork with one long string of pasta, and Penguin took one end of it between his lips. Killer quickly took the other end in his own mouth, and slowly sucked the noodle inside, getting closer and closer to Penguin. Penguin decided to indulge him and copied his actions. It didn't take long before they were kissing.

Penguin laughed when they let go of each other. "That was the cheesiest thing ever."

"Aww," Killer said quasi disappointed, his mouth formed into a smirk. "But I still need to add the cheese. We bought real parmesan for that!"

Another laugh escaped Penguin. "You've got the worst sense of humor."

"Ah, so that's why you're laughing?" Killer teased him. He pulled Penguin close and kissed him again, this time a little longer.

"Hm, I think the pasta's ready though," Penguin commented, and he freed himself from Killer's hold to set the table.

It was around seven when they finished eating, and Penguin leaned back with a satisfied smile on his face. "That was delicious!" He smirked cheekily at Killer. "I think I'll keep you."

"Yes!" Killer pumped his fist. "Penguin won't go looking for a wife to replace me."

Penguin stood up with a smile, and took their plates towards the sink. "I'm really glad you can cook, though," he decided to carry the joke a bit further. "It would have been a shame if I had to get rid of you." He walked back to Killer, put his hand in his hair to tilt his head back, and kissed him. Meanwhile he moved to sit in Killer's lap. "Because you're really good at some other stuff as well."

"Hmm, oh yeah?" Killer asked. He nibbed at Penguin's bottom lip and wrapped his arms around Penguin's hips. "Like what?"

Penguin kissed him again, trying to taste as much of Killer as possible. "Like kissing…" he said between kisses. "And… fellatio…"

"Ooh, fellatio, that's a big word," Killer said teasingly, while barely giving his lips a break from Penguin's. "I'm surprised you know what it means."

Frankly, Penguin was a little disappointed Killer seemed to know what it meant as well. He had secretly hoped he could compliment Killer on his blowjobs without him realizing it. Oh well, there was no reason why Killer shouldn't know he was great at giving head.

Killer kept kissing him. "Go on… anything else I'm good at?"

Fishing for compliments, Penguin thought, but he decided not to say it, afraid to ruin the mood. He enjoyed the feeling of Killer's lips and tongue for a while, before he answered. "Your fingers… you're very good at fingering me as well."

Killer hummed pleased, and Penguin felt his boyfriend's hands wander to his buttocks and squeeze them passionately. "And regular hand jobs? Am I good at that as well?"

"Yesss," Penguin moaned, and he dove in for another kiss. "You're even good at grabbing my ass."

Killer squeezed it some more as if to show the truth in Penguin's statement. "Peng," he started in a voice deep and husky with lust. "Want to find out if I'm good at that other thing too, today?"

Penguin's breath hitched as he realized what Killer meant, and he leaned back a little to properly look Killer in the eyes. "Yes," he breathed. "Fuck, yes." Excitement rose in his chest. Hell yeah, today would be the day! Today would be the day Killer would finally fuck him!

Killer smirked and smashed their lips together again, his kiss so hungrily you would think he hadn't just eaten.

After a few minutes of kissing, Penguin jumped up. "Let's go upstairs. Did you bring a condom?"

Killer chuckled. "Of course. I don't go anywhere without one anymore." He stood up as well, but cast a worried look at the clock. "We don't have a lot of time anymore, though… if your father really gets back at eight. I don't want to rush anything."

Penguin wanted to say to hell with his father, he wouldn't dare walking into his bedroom if he got home while they were busy, but Killer seemed to think of something else.

"What if I could stay the night? We'd have all the time in the world then," he suggested.

Penguin's eyes widened. He hadn't even thought of that possibility. "I want that," he said. "I want to sleep with you. Like, actually sleep with you. But also, not so much sleep sleep with you."

Killer grinned. "Think you can convince your father?"

Penguin's enthusiasm cooled down considerably. Of course, he'd have to ask his father. At least it was a weekend night, so his father couldn't say anything about school, but whether he would let Killer sleep over at all, was highly questionable. Well, Penguin would do anything in his power to get his dad to agree right now. He pulled out his phone. "I'll call him immediately."

"Don't you think it's better to ask him in person?" Killer asked, obviously also thinking of what the best way was to convince Law.

"Probably, but we don't know when he'll get back, and I want to know as soon as possible. I don't want to waste any time," Penguin countered. "Besides, I'd rather ask him when he can't see me."

"Yeah, fair point." Killer nodded, looking a little worried as Penguin selected his father's number. "Just remember, if my father is with yours, he might be able to hear what you're saying."

Penguin nodded and pressed to call. It took a few moments before Law answered. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Penguin rolled his eyes. Why would anything be wrong? "Nothing's wrong. I'm just calling to ask you something."

"Oh," Law sounded slightly surprised. "What is it?"

"Well, I was wondering," Penguin tried to bring it as casual as possible. "Would be okay if my boyfriend stayed the night?" He avoided saying Killer's name, just in case it was as Killer had said and Kid could hear him speak.

It was quiet at the other end of the line for so long, that Penguin wondered if Law was still there. When he finally spoke again, his tone was calm, but icy.

"He wants to sleep over?"

TBC~!

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