You thought these two were done yet? 😂 Think again. *sighs* Teenagers... 😛

Chapter 54

Penguin awoke with the most satisfied feeling he'd ever had and a big smile on his face as he remembered their nightly escapades. Hell yeah, he was officially not a virgin anymore. And it had been so good! Penguin's smile broadened as he bit his lip.

However, the heat of Killer's body behind him was a bit much right now. Penguin rolled over on his stomach to get a little bit of space and a little bit of air between them. Unfortunately, he hadn't realized he was lying at the edge of the bed already, so when he rolled over, he rolled right off the bed.

"Shit!" he whispered as he made his way down, taking the blankets with him. His head bumped into the nightstand lightly, but nothing that hurt too much. His body hit the floor with a soft thud.

A grunt from the bed indicated that he had awoken Killer. A moment later, a head full of messy blond hair, still tied into a bun, but with several strands that had escaped it, looked sleepily over the edge of the bed. Killer's hand reached out to him. "Gimme back the blankets."

Penguin huffed, slightly offended, but not enough to let it sour his mood. "Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for asking," he said, but he couldn't keep the playful tone out of his voice.

"I know," Killer answered as he tried to pull the covers from Penguin. However, Penguin's weight pressing down on them made it quite impossible.

"Hey, I bumped my head!" Penguin protested, a tiny bit hurt that Killer didn't seem the least worried about him.

"You did?" Killer let go of the blanket and leaned down to place a kiss on his boyfriend's head. "Better?"

Penguin scowled at him for treating him like a toddler whose pain could be cured by a kiss. "A little," he said, nonetheless. He got up, ready to crawl back into the bed. "If you move, I'll come back with the blankets." He hugged them tightly so Killer couldn't steal them from him.

Without protest, Killer moved back on the bed, making room enough for Penguin to join him. Penguin draped the blankets over his boyfriend, and after a quick look at the clock – it was half past seven – he snuggled close to Killer. He'd cooled down enough to not mind the body heat anymore. He gave Killer a kiss on the lips. "How did you sleep?"

"Pretty well, considering we had to share a single bed." Killer pulled him even closer. "I woke up a few times because I bumped into you or the wall, but other than that, I had a pretty good night."

Penguin chuckled. "Yeah? Did you like what we did during the night?"

"Hmmm," Killer hummed, and Penguin could feel his erection twitch between their bodies. "Did I like it? I fucking loved it."

Penguin's own dick was not completely flaccid either, and feeling Killer's hardness already turned him on again. God, last night had been amazing. He would not mind repeating that at all. "Yeah, me too. Never thought it would feel so good to have your cock inside me."

Killer grunted softly. "Never thought I'd hear you talk so dirty as you did last night."

When Penguin thought back at what he'd said last night, his face turned red. Holy shit, what had he said? That was embarrassing. Although… Killer had liked it. Penguin brought his face towards Killer's chest to hide his embarrassment, and started placing kisses on it. "If I'd known you liked that kind of thing…"

Killer let out a deep chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I'll admit, I didn't know it was such a turn on until you did it."

Penguin wanted to try it out again at that moment, but found that he couldn't put himself past his embarrassment to actually say something like that again right now. Apparently, he had to be incredibly horny for that. Maybe the fact that he'd been only half awake when they'd started last night also played a part in it.

Instead, Penguin decided to focus on making Killer feel good through touch. He brought his mouth down towards Killer's nipple and let his tongue play with it for a few seconds.

Killer chuckled. "Sorry babe, my nipples aren't as sensitive as yours." He let his hand run through Penguin's hair. "I don't dislike you kissing my chest though."

Penguin tried not to let his disappointment show. It was so easy for Killer to turn him on, to please him through his nipples, he wished he could do the same to Killer. Trying not to let it discourage him, he continued placing kisses on Killer's chest, and slowly went lower and lower. He softly pushed Killer down so he was lying on his back when his kisses arrived at his stomach. He kissed even farther down, and then placed a kiss on Killer's throbbing erection, making his boyfriend let out a pleased hum.

A shock went through him as he realized it was the first time his mouth touched Killer's naked dick. It was definitely a different sensation than touching it when covered by a condom. The skin felt somehow soft against his lips, even if Killer was incredibly hard. He was slowly starting to get Killer's aversion to condoms. It was getting a little annoying they had to stop and think about whether they needed a condom for every little thing. It interrupted the flow. Penguin groaned softly when he sat up and reached for the box on his nightstand.

"Peng…" Killer said in a soothing tone. "It's still early. You don't have to."

Penguin shot him an annoyed look. "I'm groaning because I have to get a condom, not because I don't want to please you."

Killer chuckled. "I know, but… Okay, just kiss me first, okay? We don't have to rush anything. It's Sunday, we can be in bed all day if we want to."

Penguin could give him that. He grabbed a condom nonetheless, and then lay himself half on top of Killer to kiss him. It was an easy, lazy kiss, involving a lot of tongue. As Killer wrapped his arm around Penguin, Penguin felt so… at home. Just lying here in Killer's embrace, kissing him, their naked bodies pressed together… it felt like he belonged there. He wanted to wake up like this every morning.

God, the kiss felt so good, and it became a little more needy with each minute passing, until it was nothing like the lazy kiss they'd started anymore, and instead had turned into one hungry for as much of the other as they could feel.

"Yeah, enough kissing," Penguin said after a while. He created a bit of room so he could use both hands to tear the condom wrapper open. He moved down again, and placed the condom on Killer's dick, which seemed just as eager for action as Penguin was. When he'd rolled the condom down as far as possible, Penguin made sure there was a lot of saliva on his tongue and then let it massage the underside of the tip of Killer's cock for a bit. He got a soft, breathy moan from Killer in reply.

Moistening his lips next, Penguin took Killer's dick inside his mouth and started bobbing his head.

"Oh, shit," Killer moaned. "Oh yeah, that's good, Peng."

Penguin was pleased to hear this, and it prompted him to try and take some more in. One day, he swore to himself, one day he would be able to swallow Killer's entire length. He'd just have to practice a lot. Just when he started to gag, he heard Killer moan, and Penguin pulled back, looking up at his boyfriend's face. He sucked on the tip for a moment, before letting it slip out of his mouth. "What feels better?" he asked, curious. "My mouth or my ass?"

"Fuck," Killer breathed. He made eye contact with Penguin. "It's both so hot. It's just… different. Your mouth is wetter, and you can do many different things with it, but your ass is tighter and makes you feel good too. And I can reach a little deeper."

Penguin smirked and let his tongue run along the underside of Killer's dick. "You gotta choose."

"Hng." Killer bit his lip. "If I have to… I guess your ass."

Penguin's smirk became wider as he got up again and reached out to snatch the bottle of lube from the nightstand and opened it in one swift movement. He let a few big blobs fall down on Killer's dick, and put some more on his hand.

Killer's eyes widened. "Peng, what are you doing?"

"Lubing up your dick," Penguin answered with a cheeky smile. "What does it look like?" He tossed bottle aside and started stroking Killer's cock to spread the slick substance evenly.

"Yeah, but you can't just…" His voice trailed off and his eyelids fluttered as he seemed to give in to the sensation of Penguin's hand around his cock.

"Oh, I think I can," Penguin countered. He moved to straddle Killer's hips. "I'm still pretty loose from last night." He pushed two of his slick fingers inside himself for a moment to confirm this. Yeah, that went super smooth. He pulled his fingers back and grabbed Killer's dick again.

"I'm not sure that's how…" Again, Killer didn't finish his sentence.

Not that Penguin listened to his protests anyway. Lifting Killer's erection from his stomach, he brought it towards his entrance. He held it in place while he lowered himself onto Killer's cock.

Fuck! Penguin clenched his teeth while he let Killer sink deeper and deeper inside him, trying really hard to not let it show on his face that, shit, maybe Killer had been right a bit.

"Fuck," Killer moaned. "Liar. You're not loose at all." He looked at Penguin as his dick disappeared completely inside him. "Are you okay?"

Penguin took a few deep breathes. Relax, he told himself. Relax, you can handle this. It doesn't hurt that much. "I'm okay," he confirmed. "I just… need a moment to adjust."

Killer still looked concerned at him. "What did I tell you about taking our time? If you wanted my dick so badly, I could have prepared you for it." He reached out and started stroking Penguin's dick.

Oh, that feels nice. Penguin closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of Killer's hand around his cock. It made it much easier to relax. "No, I'm okay. It's fine. No need for preparation." Well, in hindsight, it might have been nice to have some preparation, but it was too late for that now. Besides, he was already getting used to Killer filling him up and stretching him to his limits. He slowly began to rock his hips. Oh, fuck yeah, that felt good.

His movements started out small, but became bigger and bigger each time, noticing that it felt much more pleasurable and less painful when he was moving. "Ohhh," he moaned when he was able to set a steady rhythm. Fuck, this was really nice. The pain he'd felt earlier, was already completely gone within a few minutes.

"Fuck," Killer moaned. His hand around Penguin's cock tried to keep up with Penguin's rhythm, but he was slightly off, and Penguin pulled the hand away. It was distracting him a little from keeping a steady pace, and he also didn't want to finish too fast. He wanted to make this last for as long as possible. Besides, he didn't need the extra stimulation to relax anymore. Just moving up and down Killer's cock felt so damn good already.

Penguin looked down at his boyfriend, seeing a look of pure pleasure on his face. "Oh, fuck, yes, Peng," Killer moaned, opening his eyes to look at Penguin. "You're so good to me."

Penguin let out a moan himself. "Yeah? You like it when I ride your cock?"

Killer bit his lip. "Fuck yeah. Forget riding a bike, you can ride me any time you want."

Penguin giggled, both because of Killer's stupid attempt at a joke, and because he felt a bit giddy because of the compliment.

Penguin changed the angle of his legs slightly, so he move a little faster and a little deeper. "Oh, fuck!" he rolled his eyes back in pleasure. Oh yes this was such a good angle! "Ahhh, Killer… your cock inside me feels so fucking good!" he found himself saying, being far enough gone now that he didn't really feel embarrassed about it anymore.

"FFfuck," Killer moaned.

Penguin kept riding him for a while, trying to keep his pace even, but getting a little more frantic with time anyway. It felt so fucking, fucking good, he needed more of this. He needed to feel as much of Killer's dick inside him, as much friction as possible, making Killer's cock brush against that sweet, sweet spot inside him as much as he could.

After many minutes of letting Penguin do all the work, Killer seemed to be getting desperate for more as well, and he started to thrust his hips up, trying to match Penguin's rhythm as much as he could.

"Ohh!" Penguin moaned as the thrusts upwards reached even better inside him. "Fuck, yes! Yes!"

Unfortunately, the added pleasure made him lose control over his pace and it became uneven. However, Killer was quick to grab his hips with both hands to steady him. Instead of letting Penguin do the movements now, he held him in place and set the rhythm himself by thrusting up. It started easy, but quickly sped up.

"Holy shit," Penguin whimpered. "So– So fucking… g-good!" He couldn't hold his moans back anymore, even thought he'd planned to keep quiet. His mind was not thinking about that anymore; it was completely consumed by pleasured.

He barely noticed how Killer was moaning too, seeming just as lost in it as Penguin was. Killer kept speeding up and was pounding into him with a merciless speed. It felt so fucking amazing.

So good. So good! So fucking good!

Penguin felt the pleasure build up slowly but steadily, until his eyes widened, and his mouth fell wide open. "Ahhh, Ahhh!" With a loud moan, he clenched his butt around Killer's dick, as if to suck all of him inside while he came, thick strings of white decorating Killer's stomach.

His orgasm lasted longer than any before, and Penguin felt it through his whole body, a tingling sensation taking hold of him. He didn't really register how Killer moaned loudly too, slowing his pace, and instead thrusting inside him as deeply as possible.

They were both panting heavily when Penguin regained enough consciousness to realize what was happening again. Still flabbergasted by the intensity of his own orgasm, he looked at Killer and saw a look of pure bliss on his face as well.

"Holy shit," Killer said between pants. Then he opened his eyes and took in the view. His eyes widened as he seemed to realize something. "Holy shit, Peng!"

"I know," Penguin said with a huge, dopey smile. He let his forehead rest on Killer's chest. "That was amazing."

"No, you–" Killer lifted Penguin's head softly, so he could look into his eyes. "I mean, yes, it definitely was, but you… You came without either of us touching your dick." He spoke with awe evident in his voice.

"I did…" Penguin's smile became even broader. "That's how good you are, huh?" He kissed Killer on his lips.

Killer let out an exhausted chuckle. "Was it really that good for you?"

"It was," Penguin replied, equally tired. "Do you even have to ask?" He brought his hand towards where Killer's dick was still stuck inside him, and while making sure to hold on to the base of the condom, he pulled out it of himself and lay down beside his boyfriend.

Killer shrugged. "I'm just surprised."

"Why?" Penguin asked while he made himself comfortable against Killer's body. Suddenly, a fearful thought came up in his head. "Wasn't it that good for you?"

"Oh, no, no, it was," Killer was quick to reassure him. "Very good. I guess I'm just… having a hard time imagining what it feels like being on the receiving end."

Penguin looked up at him and placed a kiss on his jaw, noticing with a tiny pang of envy that there was a bit of stubble on there. Of course, Killer could already grow a beard. It wasn't fair. "Well, I mean, we could try it the other way around, next time, if you want." Even though Penguin would be perfectly content being a bottom for Killer for the rest of his life, he was curious about how it felt to be a top too. And he wanted to make Killer feel as amazing as he'd just felt as well.

"…Yeah," Killer answered, but Penguin didn't miss how uncertain it sounded. However, he decided to let it rest for now, as he didn't feel like going into a discussion about it at this moment. He was tired and just wanted to cuddle. Besides, if Killer wasn't ready to bottom yet, that was okay with Penguin too. He could wait.

So, he took on an even more comfortable position, ready to spend the rest of the morning in bed, cuddling lazily with Killer. But his rest was already interrupted after about a minute, when the sound of a phone vibrating on his nightstand broke their peace and quiet. Penguin reached out and grabbed the phone to look at the preview of the message it showed. It took him a few confused seconds to figure out why it said the message was from Wire, but then he realized he was holding Killer's phone, not his own.

The message was very clear though: 'And? did you get lucky yesterday?'

Penguin snorted, and placed the phone on Killer's chest. "Why does your friend want to know if we had sex yesterday?" he asked, placing his head back on Killer's shoulder.

Killer snorted and he lifted the phone from his chest to look at the message, while the other hand started softly massaging Penguin's head. "Well… I told him it was probably going to happen… I mean it wasn't that weird to expect it, right? You wanted it, I wanted it, we would be alone at your house…"

"Sure," Penguin said tiredly. "To tell your friends before it even happened, though…"

"Got a bit carried away, I guess," Killer admitted. "In the euphoria of coming out." He placed a kiss on Penguin's head. "Do you mind if I tell them it happened, now?"

Penguin smiled, happy, for some reason, that Killer asked him before doing so. "Nah, I was planning to tell Shachi too, so go ahead."

Killer removed his hand from Penguin's head to type out his reply, and Penguin watched as he sent the message. 'Very lucky. This morning too 😉'

Penguin snorted quietly and saw the replies come in from both Wire and Heat – it was a group chat apparently. 'Nice! Congrats on not being a virgin anymore,' Wire said, and Heat followed with an immediate, 'So, you stayed the night? And you only did it twice? 😛'

That gained a chuckle from both Killer and Penguin. "Well… if you hadn't been so nervous, it could have been three times," the latter said.

"Hey," Killer said quasi offended. He put his phone away and poked Penguin in his ribs. "Don't tease me with that." He didn't sound like he really minded, though. "I just wanted it to be good for you, can't blame me for getting a little nervous."

Penguin smiled. "Well, it got better for me when you did get it up…" he continued teasing. But then hugged Killer a little harder. "I love you, though." Killer really was adorable in his own way, being so focused on making him feel good that he had gotten nervous, and Penguin could only love him more for it.

After laying in each other's arms for a while, cuddling and just being happy in the other's presence, Killer finally untangled himself and stood up to throw away the condom. He looked at the contents of the trash bin, hoping Law wouldn't do the same and notice the three used condoms and tissues. Although, Killer wouldn't be surprised if Law had heard them anyway. Oh boy, he really hoped he hadn't.

Killer looked at Penguin, who was watching him, sprawled on the bed, covers half thrown over himself. He looked completely spent and utterly relaxed, the same as Killer was feeling. He loved seeing Penguin like that. Killer smiled at him. "What would you say about wearing that penguin onesie now?"

Penguin let out a tired snort. "No."

"Come on, just during breakfast. After that, we're gonna take a shower and then you can wear whatever you want," Killer tried to convince him. He was drained of energy and felt like eating before cleaning up. He walked towards the closet and pulled it open, intent on finding the piece of clothing himself. "I bet it's comfy."

Penguin was quiet for a moment, while Killer carefully searched the contents of the wardrobe. "…It is comfortable…" Penguin admitted. "It's just so not sexy."

Not having been able to locate the onesie yet, Killer turned around and walked back to the bed, crouching down next to it. "My sweet little Penguin, you don't have to be sexy all the time. In fact, I don't think I could handle any more sexy from you right now." He didn't think he'd have enough in him for another round – not immediately, at least.

Penguin chuckled. "Yeah, you've got a point."

"Great." Killer placed a kiss on Penguin's nose. "So where can I find that onesie?"

Penguin let out a deep sigh. "Most left door, all the way to the side. I'm not entirely sure it still fits me though."

Killer smirked as he made his way to the wardrobe again and found the piece of clothing he was looking for immediately. Oh my God, I bet he looks adorable in this, he thought as he looked at the onesie. While he brought the clothing over to the bed, he picked up Penguin's underwear from the floor as well – he probably didn't want to put on a clean pair before he'd showered. "Well, let's see if it still fits."

Penguin groaned, but at least took his boxers from Killer's hand. "Can't I stay in bed a little longer? I don't have the energy to get up yet."

Killer chuckled. "That's why we're gonna have breakfast; to get some energy back." He sat down on the edge of the bed, next to Penguin. He pulled the hairtie out of his hair to let the strands fall down his back, running a hand through them to get them out of the stiff position they'd been in. "You know what, if you put on the penguin onesie, I'll carry you towards the breakfast table." He didn't have an awful lot of energy left either, but he could probably still manage that.

A giggle escaped Penguin's throat. "Deal." He sat up and pulled his underwear up. As he started to get ready to get into the onesie, Killer got up to get dressed himself. He'd just put on his underwear and jeans, when Penguin stood next to the bed, fully clothed in the penguin onesie, including the hood that was pulled over his head. He looked at Killer expectantly.

Killer covered his mouth with his hand as he let his eyes wander over his boyfriend. So cute!

Penguin's legs seemed a bit wobbly, and he carefully sat down on the bed again. "You can say it."

As soon as he had permission, Killer blurted out, "You're adorable and I love you."

Penguin snorted and shook his head. "I'm a little disappointed it still fits."

"I'm not." Killer smirked and pulled the comfortable blue sweater he'd brought out of his bag to cover his naked chest, because he was getting a little cold without it.

Then he walked back to Penguin and crouched down next to him. He draped one of Penguin's arms over his shoulder, and put his own arm underneath Penguin's knees. With one swift movement Killer stood up and lifted his boyfriend in the process.

He saw Penguin wince for just a second, which made him worry a bit. He placed a kiss on his jaw. "What's wrong? Are you hurting… down there?"

Penguin smiled at him. "No, it doesn't hurt… it's just… a bit sore, that's all." He let his head fall softly against Killer's. "But it's a good kind of sore. Reminds me of the fun we just had."

Killer chuckled softly. "You sure?"

"Yeah," Penguin answered quietly. "You sure you're gonna carry me all the way down?"

"Yeah," Killer said without hesitation. "You weigh nothing." It was technically not even close to the truth, but he wouldn't let Penguin know that. Sure, for a guy, Penguin was very light. That didn't mean he wasn't still quite heavy to carry around, especially after Killer put almost all of his energy into their earlier activities.

Nevertheless, he walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs as if it cost him no effort, and it was only when they'd reached the kitchen when he felt the strain in his arms. Still, he was determined not to let go of Penguin until he could take a seat at the breakfast table.

However, once Killer stepped through the entrance of the kitchen with Penguin in his arms, he saw Law sitting there, working on his laptop. The man looked up at them with a look that could only be described as incredibly annoyed and completely done with them. Startled by his hostile stare, Killer let go of Penguin to make him stand on his own feet immediately – a little too sudden, if the wince on Penguin's face was anything to go by.

"So, you're finally done?" Law asked them.

Killer felt his face heat up, and notice Penguin quickly became very red as well. "Wha-what are you talking about?" Penguin replied.

Law didn't look away, and didn't soften the annoyance visible on his face. "You know what I'm talking about."

Oh, fuck. Law had definitely heard them. Killer didn't dare to meet his eyes, but also didn't dare to look away, so instead he just stared at Law's eyebrows. The two of them stood there, awkwardly, not sure what to say.

Law pursed his lips. "You could at least have tried to be quiet..."

Killer felt like he his face was going to burst into flames from embarrassment. He just wanted the ground to swallow him up. He'd give anything not to be here right now.

"I did… I did try…" Penguin mumbled, and he looked like he could die from embarrassment any moment as well. Then he raised his voice a bit. "And you're not really in a position to lecture us about that."

"If I'd known you were home that time, I would have been quieter," Law countered, and it was only then that Killer realized Penguin had probably overheard his father having sex at some point. Oh, poor Penguin. Now he did get what Penguin had meant by 'payback', though.

"Sure," Penguin said disbelieving, and he carefully sat down in one of the chairs, another short look of discomfort crossing his face.

Law watched his son, and the look on his face softened as he snorted. "Serves you right." He looked somewhat amused now, though Killer thought he spotted a hint of worry on his face. "Did it go okay, though? You're not hurting too much, are you?"

Penguin's head snapped up. "Why would I be hurting?"

Now, even a soft smile made it up Law's face, and Killer realized he wasn't really angry. "You think I don't notice the signs when someone has bo–"

"Dad, please, stop talking!" Penguin had hidden his face in his hands.

Killer, not sure what to say, decided to change the topic of conversation. He placed his hand on top of Penguin's head. "What do you want to eat?" he asked him softly.

"Toast with jam," Penguin answered without removing his hands from his face.

Killer felt Law's eyes on him, while he walked towards the counter and started to make breakfast for both Penguin and himself. It took two tries to find the cabinet that carried the plates, but at least the bag of bread was already on the counter – whole grain bread, Killer noticed amused. When he'd put the bread inside the toaster and waited for it to be done, it was awkwardly quiet in the kitchen.

Until Law cleared his throat. "Killer, come with me for a moment?"

Killer looked up at him, suddenly feeling a bit worried again, but Law's voice had sounded… almost warm. His face didn't give any hints he was angry either. Killer nodded and followed Law out of the kitchen, and into the living room.

It was only when Law walked up the stairs that he spoke again. "You've used those condoms, right? And this time for real?"

"Yes, of course," Killer replied, his face already bright red again.

"Well, you said you were being safe before, and then Penguin told me you had unprotected oral sex," Law explained his distrust. He didn't look at Killer while he spoke, but did seem to expect Killer followed him upstairs.

Killer didn't really know what to say to that. Law's accusations were true, after all. "That was a mistake," he admitted, even if he still didn't think it was that bad – he'd suck Penguin off any time without condom, if Penguin would let him. "We've been using condoms since then."

Law took a deep breath. "Good." They had reached bathroom, and Law opened the door. "You should run a bath for Penguin. Well, for the both of you, but mainly for Penguin." The corner of his mouth curled up the slightest. "It's good top etiquette," he said with a wink. "When you've got the time, and especially if it's been a little rough on the bottom, run a bath for him." He opened the tab above the bathtub.

"Oh," Killer answered, flabbergasted. He hadn't known that, so he was grateful Law told him, but he was also a little confused at how Law was so sure he'd been the one to top. And also, how he could talk so casually about it. "Okay."

Law showed him a bottle that was standing near the bathtub. "Add a bit of this bathing oil, it has a soothing effect. You can take a bath together, as long as you remember it's meant to relax, not to make things worse."

Killer nodded understandingly, and watched how Law poured some of the oil into the water.

"Well, you can finish making breakfast now. The tub will probably be filled when you're done eating."

Killer nodded again, and followed Law out of the bathroom. "Thanks… for the tip, I mean. And for… not being angry. I was a little afraid you'd kick me out of the house," he admitted.

Law let out a soft chuckle at that. "You didn't push Penguin to do anything he didn't want to do, right?"

"Of course not," Killer answered. "I think he wanted it even more than me."

Law smiled at Killer. "Then it's okay." He sighed. "I'll just have to get used to the fact that Penguin is not a little boy anymore."

Penguin closed his eyes for a moment and let the sunlight hit his face, later that day. The bright weather matched his mood perfectly. He felt happy. The night had been amazing, and after breakfast, Killer and he had spent the morning relaxing and cuddling in bath. After lunch, Killer had gone home at last, and Penguin took Bepo out for a walk.

The fact that this was his favorite kind of weather – clear skies and freezing cold – only raised his mood more. If the weather kept being like this, they would be able to skate on the canal nearby in a few days.

He led Bepo to the left, down the path he knew by heart and could find with his eyes closed. The dog didn't seem the least bothered by the cold either, but that was only to be expected with such a thick fur coat. It took him less than fifteen minutes to reach Shachi's home and he entered through the backdoor, which was almost always open.

"Hi Penguin," Shachi's mom greeted him friendly – Penguin nodded in response – but then her tone got much more enthusiastic. "Hey, Bepo!" She spread her arms and Bepo darted pas him towards the woman who had called his name, happy to receive the hug that was waiting for him. Shachi's dad looked up from his newspaper and nodded at Penguin as a greeting. He was never a man of many words, and Shachi looked much more like his mom in that aspect.

"Is Shachi home?" Penguin asked whoever felt like answering.

He should have known it was his mother. "Sure," she said, after which she raised her voice and called towards the open hallway door. "Shachi, Penguin's here!" Then she continued to ruffle Bepo's fur. "Who's a good boy?" she said softly. "You are! Yes, you are!"

Penguin smiled at the scene before him. Shachi's mom loved giving Bepo attention, and Bepo loved receiving it. Penguin just didn't want to leave his dog alone with her, because he knew she would give him more treats than were good for him.

"How's your secret boyfriend?" She directed her attention towards Penguin again, while they waited for her son to come down.

"Boyfriend?" Shachi's dad asked surprised. "You fancy boys?"

Penguin shrugged. "And girls," he answered to keep it simple. He didn't feel like explaining pansexuality again. However, he was a little surprised Shachi's dad didn't know about Killer yet, with both Shachi and his mom being quite the gossips.

His dad seemed to share this surprise. "Why haven't I heard about this before?"

"Because it's a secret boyfriend," his wife answered in a tone as if it should have been obvious.

Penguin chuckled. "He's good," he answered her earlier question. "And it's not a secret anymore. At least not to anyone but his dad. He came out at school on Friday."

"Oh, that's great! I'm so happy for you!" Shachi's mom said.

"Who's his dad?" his father asked curiously.

Penguin looked at him, a little hesitant to answer him, wondering if he could possibly know Kid. He decided the chances were slim. "Eustass Kid."

Shachi's dad seemed to give the name some thought. "From the garage?"

Penguin stared at him. "I guess? He is a car mechanic." Oops, so they did know each other. He should have known Kid had customers all over town.

Penguin must have had a worried look on his face, because Shachi's father smiled amused at him. "Don't worry, I won't tell him." He sucked his lip thoughtfully, and continued talking in a manner that seemed meant mainly for himself. "So Eustass' boy fancies boys too… juicy."

Penguin couldn't stop a snort from escaping when he heard Shachi talk through his dad.

"Even juicier: Eustass Kid himself is fu– eh… having casual sexual intercourse with Law," Shachi blurted out while he came stumbling into the living room.

All three people in the room stared at him, Penguin with a death glare, Shachi's parents with surprise. Then their look simultaneously shifted towards Penguin. The face of his mother became a mix of worry and confusion. She opened her mouth to say something, but Penguin was quicker.

"They're dating, actually," he corrected his friend, hoping that would sound a little better to Shachi's parents. They might not think it was appropriate for Penguin and Shachi to know about Law's sexual activities. Hell, Penguin didn't think it was appropriate! What he wouldn't give to not know about it…

"Oh?" Shachi said. "Since when?"

"… Since yesterday." Penguin looked at his friend and quickly changed the subject. "Put on your coat, we're going for a walk."

Shachi looked through the window at the outside world. "Why? It's freezing."

"So put on a scarf?" Penguin said, making it clear he thought the solution was an obvious one. "I gotta talk to you about something." He could see on his friend's face that that sentence piqued his interest. "Besides, you gotta get used to the cold; it seems like we're gonna be able to skate on the canal in a few days."

"Ooh, nice!" Shachi didn't complain anymore, and went into the hallway again to get his shoes and coat.

"So…" Shachi's mom began petting Bepo's head absentmindedly. "Your father… is dating your boyfriend's father?"

"Yeah, it's weird, I know," Penguin answered.

"A little," she agreed. "But if his father likes men too, why is your boyfriend still keeping your relationship a secret to him? Or is it because your fathers are dating?"

"Oh, no!" Until yesterday, Killer didn't even know they were on a date together, after all. "He's got some kind of idea that he'll disappoint his father by being gay, or something. Like his father has different expectations of him. I don't know, I don't really get it, to be honest."

"He's out at school now, though!" came Shachi's voice from the hallway.

"Yeah, I just told them," Penguin couldn't help but say.

"So glad I wasn't there for it, though."

"Why?" Shachi's mom asked her son in a way that already sounded reprimanding. "Don't you want to support your best friend?"

"Sure," Shachi answered. "But he doesn't need my support to suck Killer's face."

Penguin rolled his eyes, but Shachi's mother was having none of her son's talk. "Oh, come on, they're in love, kissing is part of that!"

"Yeah, Shachi!" Penguin agreed with her, glad to finally find someone on his side.

"You say that now, but wait until you see them together," Shachi countered. He came back with his coat on but open, scarf and mittens in his hands.

"You literally saw us kissing once!" Penguin protested. Shachi was such a drama queen.

"I bet that's about to change now," his friend flung back.

"Well, yeah, now you're asking for it!" Penguin crossed his arms as he watched Shachi get dressed further.

"Shachi," his mom said sternly. "Why don't you like to see them kissing? This isn't because Penguin's kissing a guy, right?"

"Oh, geez, mom!" Shachi rolled his eyes so dramatically it could even be seen with his shades covering them. "Believe me, my reaction would be the same if Peng would have been sucking face with a girl."

Penguin snorted. He had not doubted that even once.

"And if kissing was all they were doing…" Shachi continued, closing his coat and shoving his hands into his mittens. "The things I've had to hear…"

"Okay, we're going, bye!" Penguin quickly interrupted him, and he pulled his friend towards the backdoor. Pushing Shachi outside, he turned around. "Bepo, come, we're going for a walk!"

Bepo seemed to hesitate for a moment, looking from Penguin to Shachi's mom. "I think he wants to stay here," she said amused.

"Bepo…" Penguin said annoyed. "Here! We're going for a walk," he tried again. The prospect of a walk usually got Bepo all excited. Finally, the dog seemed to decide that the walk was the right option, and he came trotting towards Penguin. When he'd reached his side, he bowed his head deeply as if to apologize for being a bad boy.

Penguin petted him on his head. "It's okay, go outside." He waved shortly at Shachi's parents and then followed his friend and his dog into the cold.

"Fuck, it's really freezing!" Shachi complained.

"Step into the sun, it's actually pretty nice," Penguin advised him.

Shachi quickly walked out of the shade of the house into a sunny bit, and then followed Penguin in the direction of the park nearby. "What does the forecast say? When will we be able to skate?"

Penguin shrugged. "Seems to stay like this for three days, just around zero degrees, but colder at night. Then the temperature is likely to go down more for a few days. So I reckon we could probably skate safely by the end of the week."

"No snow?" Shachi inquired.

"Doesn't seem like it," Penguin answered. "But either way it's good. We either get to skate, or we'll have a chance at a white Christmas. Maybe even both. As long as it keeps freezing."

Shachi nodded. "So, why are we outside? What couldn't you tell me inside?"

Penguin looked at him disapprovingly, wondering if he should even still tell him. "First, I feel like I have to say it… don't fucking tell your parents about my sex life. Or my father's sex life, for that matter."

Shachi snorted. "I wasn't going to tell them about you… and it's not like your dad was being secretive about it…"

"That's his problem," Penguin said, still not happy that his father had been so open about it. "Doesn't mean you gotta tell everyone about it."

Shachi sighed. "Boring… but fine." Then he was quiet for a while, and Penguin felt like his friend was waiting for him to speak.

He took a deep breath, thinking of the best way to tell Shachi. "I… didn't want to tell you this inside, because I didn't want to risk your parents overhearing," he started. "But… you said I should tell you, so… and… I kinda wanna tell you…" He felt his face heat up nonetheless.

Shachi looked at him expectantly while they entered the park. "Well? Spit it out."

"Killer and I… we…" Penguin pulled the flaps of his hat down and only then he carefully made eye contact with Shachi. "I'm not a virgin anymore."

Shachi's mouth formed into a shit eating grin, and he slapped Penguin against his shoulder. "Damn, Peng! You went all the way?"

Penguin couldn't help but grin as well. "Yeah, we did."

"When?"

"Last night," Penguin answered, and feeling a little cheeky, he added, "And this morning. Killer slept over."

Shachi snorted. "Immediately do it twice, why don't ya?" He shook his head. "Was it that good? Or did you need a second try to get it right?" he asked amused.

Penguin bit his lip, trying his best to keep a poker face, and not let Shachi know that there was some truth to that. It didn't feel fair towards Killer to tell Shachi about that. "It was really good."

"For both of you?" The way Shachi asked it, sounded like he had a hard time believing that.

Penguin smiled. "Yeah, for both of us."

It was quiet for a while as they walked, and Penguin studied his friend's face – for as far as he could see it, with it being covered by his usual hat and shades, but also partly by the scarf right now. Shachi seemed to be wanting to say something, but struggled with it. That was not something that often happened; if Shachi wanted to say something, he said it.

Finally, he spoke again. "I don't think I want to know this… but at the same time, I'm extremely curious…"

"I might just not tell you…" Penguin said, having no idea what it was Shachi wanted to know, but realizing that it might be information he didn't want to share. "But you can try."

"Who… bottomed?" Shachi asked without further hesitation. "That's how you say it, right?"

Penguin chuckled. "Yeah…" He suddenly found that he wasn't that embarrassed anymore to talk about this to his best friend. "Uhm… me." It still felt a little awkward, but it was as if he'd turned a switch that said it was okay to tell him some details about his sex life.

Shachi seemed a bit surprised at the easy answer too. "You?" he frowned. "And it really felt good? You're not just saying that to sound cool? I mean, you can tell me, I won't judge you."

"It felt really fucking amazing, Shach," Penguin assured him.

"Huh…" Shachi said, seeming to give it some thought. "How… how does it feel?"

Penguin let out a short laugh. How did it feel? Amazing, so pleasurable, fucking great. But that was not what Shachi wanted to know, was it? How the fuck could he explain how it felt? "It's just… there's so much more places to get pleasure from than just your dick, you know?" he tried. He already felt a little embarrassed again, but he wanted to make sure Shachi knew it was really a nice experience to be a bottom. That he didn't make it up. "Like, when you're doing sexual stuff, your hole gets very sensitive… in a good way. And inside… there's… you know… the prostate… like, the male G-spot. It feels really good when that gets stimulated."

Shachi stared at him, not seeming the least bit convinced. "I don't really get it. It doesn't feel nice when I poop."

"That's completely different," Penguin said, frowning. "I guess it's hard to explain… you'll probably only get it if you try it out for yourself."

Shachi snorted. "Are you offering your top to me?" he said playfully.

Penguin laughed hard. "My top?! Let's just keep calling him my boyfriend, okay? We're going to try it the other way around too at some point, anyway. That aside, there's no way I'm gonna share him." He looked curiously at Shachi. "But, I mean… would you want to?" He had always thought Shachi was straight, but if he had something to tell him…

Shachi laughed too. "No, thank you. Killer isn't really my type."

"No, but… a guy?" He had to ask, he had to make sure.

Shachi pulled a doubtful face. "Nah, never once felt attracted to a guy. I was just curious."

A smirk took over Penguin's face. "Well… At least now I know what I'm gonna give you for your Sweet Sixteen…" he said teasingly.

Shachi looked deadpanned at him. "What?" The tone in his voice made it obvious he didn't trust the answer to be good.

Penguin's smirk only got wider. "Something to shove up your ass."

TBC~!

Thanks so much Cleokitty20 for your review! ❤

Sad announcement for you guys: I'm going on vacation until the end of the month. And since I'm going camping, I won't bring my laptop. However, I will try to upload the next chapter as a draft and then try to post it somewhere during my trip, using my phone. Can't tell you when or if it will even work, though. So it might be that you'll just have to wait until August for the next chapter.