Chapter 55

On Monday, Penguin was making his way towards the canteen after second period, chatting with Shachi, when he suddenly felt a hand on each of his shoulders.

"Shachi, can we borrow Penguin for a moment?" Penguin recognized the voice of Heat from his right. A surprised look over his shoulder confirmed this. When he looked at his left side, he recognized Killer's other friend, and probably the tallest person at their school, Wire.

Shachi looked a little cautiously from the one to the other, unsure what to say.

"We promise we'll bring him back to you. Just go ahead to the canteen, we'll join you in a few minutes," Wire tried to reassure him.

But this didn't seem to convince Shachi, nor did it convince Penguin. Shachi narrowed his eyes. "What do you want with him?"

"We just want to have a little chat," Heat answered.

Do I get to have a say in that? Penguin wondered, but he didn't say it out loud. He saw Shachi look questioningly at him, and Penguin nodded reassuringly. Even though he got a little nervous because of the way Heat and Wire obviously tried to be intimidating – their hands were still on his shoulders – Penguin didn't feel threatened. He didn't think they wanted to do him any harm.

Shachi looked sternly at Heat. "I want him back in five minutes."

Heat just let out something between a huff and a chuckle, and without answer, they led Penguin into a side path, away from the crowd that was moving towards the canteen. When they had reached a quieter part of the hallway, they finally let go of Penguin's shoulders. Letting him go in a corner, Heat leaned casually against one wall, while Wire kept standing more seriously looking near the other, his arms crossed.

Penguin looked expectantly at them, wondering what they wanted to talk about. It was bound to be about Killer, Penguin wasn't that clueless, but what exactly, he didn't know.

It was Heat who spoke first. "What are your intentions with Killer?"

Penguin laughed a little nervously. "What do you mean? Killer is my boyfriend."

Heat shrugged. "Yeah, but what do you want from him?"

What did he want from Killer? How the hell was he supposed to answer that? "I just… want him to keep loving me?" Penguin said a little unsure if that was the right answer.

Heat's eyebrows rose the slightest bit. "For how long?"

"I don't know…" Penguin answered confused. "For as long as possible? As long as he wants…"

"Do you love him?" asked Wire this time.

"Yes." The answer came quick and without hesitation.

"Hm, good," Wire replied. "Know that if you ever hurt him, you'll have to deal with us. And we won't be as nice as we are now."

Penguin couldn't help but chuckle. Why did they feel the need to be so protective over Killer? As if Killer was their little sister… "Okay."

Heat narrowed his eyes at that reaction. "We're not joking. We'll beat you to a pulp if you hurt him."

Penguin somehow couldn't feel too worried about the thread. "I know," he said as calmly as possible. "But if I hurt him, I deserve that. I don't ever want to be the cause of his pain."

Wire grinned, and his pose became more relaxed as he let his arms fall beside his body. "I like you."

"Yeah," Heat agreed with a nod and a playful smile. "He can stay."

Penguin chuckled. "Was that all?" He somehow felt like he'd passed an important test.

Heat shrugged. "One more thing…" he said, smirking. "Did you two really have sex?"

Penguin felt his cheeks heat up really quickly. He had not seen that question coming. "That's none of your business." Even if he was there when Killer had typed the message to his friends, it was something else entirely to admit it out loud.

Heat and Wire shared a doubtful look. "Yeah, Killer is totally bluffing," said the latter.

"Yeah," Heat agreed. "Look at his face, Penguin is way too pure for that!"

Penguin still couldn't fight off the blush, and he stared angrily at the floor, annoyed that he had been called pure or innocent for the second time within a week. This time, however, he didn't let himself be riled up to say something he shouldn't. That said, he couldn't let them call Killer a liar either. "Killer is not bluffing," he said, still looking at the floor.

"…Really?" Wire asked after a few seconds. "You had sex?"

"Yeah," Penguin confirmed this time, but he didn't dare to look up.

"Like real, all-the-way, penetrative sex?" Heat asked for clarification.

"Yeah." Penguin's face was even redder than before.

Wire just whistled impressed, but Heat opened his mouth again. "Who–"

"No," Penguin interrupted him sharply, finally looking Heat into his eyes again, having a pretty clear idea of what he was going to ask – if his mind worked anything like Shachi's. "That's really none of your business." Telling Shachi was one thing; they were best friends. But he barely knew Heat, and Wire even less.

Heat laughed. "Okay, okay." Then he mumbled something about Killer which Penguin couldn't quite make out.

"Wait, but how old are you?" Wire asked.

Penguin shrugged as he felt his face finally cool down. "Almost sixteen," he exaggerated. It would technically be four more months, but he didn't want to feel like a child.

"Fifteen?" Wire looked doubtful at Heat. "Is that even legal?"

"Killer is only sixteen," Heat reminded him, not looking the least bit worried about this.

"He turns seventeen in two months."

"So what if he's a year older? It's not a problem if the age difference is less than two years."

Penguin looked from the one to the other, feeling incredibly awkward. He had never even thought about if it could get Killer into trouble. They had both consented, so why would there be a problem? But what if Killer turned eighteen and he was legally an adult, while Penguin was legally still a minor? Would that be a problem? Penguin couldn't imagine it, but he suddenly started to worry a bit.

"Is that the law?" Wire asked his friend.

"Pretty sure, yeah," Heat answered. "I believe up from the age of fourteen you can have sex with someone as long as the age difference is no more than two years."

This reassured Penguin a little. He now wondered if he could just walk away, as their conversation seemed more about him than with him anyway. The problem was just that his only exit was the small space between them.

"How do you know that?" Wire asked.

Heat just shrugged. "I looked it up when I was dating Perona."

"You never had sex with Perona."

"No, but I wanted to make sure I could, if we wanted to."

They both finally looked at Penguin again. "He didn't pressure you, did he?" Wire asked with a slight frown.

Penguin scoffed. "No. If anything, I pressured him." He was tired of people always thinking Killer might pressure him to do anything, just because Penguin was younger, or smaller, or whatever. When were people going to see them as equals?

Wire's frown deepened. "You did what?"

Penguin realized he had made a mistake. "No, that's not what I meant! We both wanted it! Geez, do you even know Killer? You think he's the type to pressure anyone into having sex with him? Or let himself be pressured to do anything he doesn't want?"

Now Wire's frown turned into a scowl. "Just making sure. Don't think you know Killer better than us. We've been friends for years."

"Besides, we've never seen him in love before," Heat helped his friend. "People in love can do crazy things."

Penguin smiled. Hearing Killer was in love with him from his friends was somehow different from hearing it from Killer himself. It made the butterflies in his chest flutter. "I promise you we both wanted it equally."

Wire relaxed again. "Good. Now, let's go to the canteen, before your little friend thinks we've eaten you or something."

While they walked to aforementioned place, Wire and Heat were talking amongst themselves, while Penguin followed behind them, not feeling like maintaining a conversation with them. When they walked into the canteen, Penguin immediately spotted Killer, Shachi standing beside him.

When they were within earshot, Killer looked at his friends with his arms crossed. "Shachi told me you kidnapped my boyfriend."

Heat shrugged. "We just had to make sure he was worthy of you."

Killer snorted, and reached out his hand to Penguin, who gladly took it as he joined his side, putting himself between Shachi and his boyfriend. "And?"

Heat smirked. "He's been approved." He stepped a little closer to Killer than Penguin though was necessary, and added, "He just didn't want to tell us, though…" Then he leaned forward and whispered something into Killer's ear.

Killer let out a short laugh. "Well, maybe that's none of your business, then." He squeezed Penguin's hand reassuringly.

Heat huffed as if he was offended by that answer. "You can tell us, we're your friends!"

"Why do you wanna know about my sex life?" Killer asked. "And why are you talking to Peng about that?"

"I'm extremely curious," Heat answered, and Penguin cast a look at Shachi, who had said the same thing the day before. Shachi chuckled, seeming to have a fair idea what the question had been.

Heat shrugged. "I guess we just gotta make our own assumptions then…"

Not taking the bait, Killer shrugged as well. "If you can't live without it…." He looked from Heat to Wire. "But please, do let me know what those assumptions are."

Heat looked at Wire, as if to consult with him. "Well, I gotta admit Penguin's got spunk... Like, spirit."

Wire nodded. "He doesn't let anyone tell him what to do…"

"He also defends Killer when necessary…" Heat added, and they nodded as if they came to a mutual understanding. "Penguin topped."

Both Penguin and Killer did their best to keep a poker face. Even though Penguin hadn't wanted to tell them, he had to admit it was funny to see them guess. Especially when this was their reasoning and conclusion.

"Interesting assumption," Killer said, apparently feeling just as little need to correct them as Penguin.

But Shachi snorted hard. "Penguin's a bottom."

Penguin elbowed him hard in his ribs. Asshole. Shachi really didn't know when to shut his mouth, did he?

"That's your assumption," Killer said, still not wanting to confirm or deny anything.

Shachi's face twisted in pain at the impact of Penguin's elbow, and he shot Penguin a vile look. "Oh no, he told me." Then he cocked his eyebrow in a challenging matter, looking at his friend, but talking to Killer. "He told me all about how much he loved having your dick inside him."

"Shachi!" Penguin said, his face the color of a tomato once again. "I'm gonna kill you," he hissed with clenched teeth. After delivering his death threat – to which his best friend reacted wholly unimpressed – Penguin turned around to face the other three, who were staring at him.

Killer raised his eyebrows at him, but still seemed somewhat amused. "If you don't want people to know…" he said quietly to his boyfriend, "maybe you shouldn't tell your blabbermouth of a friend."

"Mistakes were made…" Penguin agreed. "It won't happen again." He send another death glare in Shachi's direction.

Heat just laughed and slapped Shachi on the shoulder. "You're a pretty okay guy, actually. Tell us more."

For some reason, that made Shachi blush, Penguin observed with mild amusement. He really hoped his friend wouldn't say anything else, though. Fortunately, Shachi didn't seem inclined to share more, having some sense of decency and privacy left, apparently. "There's really not much more to tell… he didn't say a lot more about it."

At the same time as Shachi spoke, Killer leaned over to Penguin and whispered into his ear, "I'll take it as a compliment, that you start telling people about how good my dick was."

Penguin chuckled, still a little embarrassed Shachi had told everyone that. "It is..." he whispered back. He looked at Killer with a playful smile on his face.

"Well, we've heard you talk about your relationship, and let's be honest, we've heard people talk about it as well…" Wire started. "But we haven't seen prove that you really are boyfriends."

"Yeah," Heat agreed. "Kiss."

Shachi groaned. "Don't encourage it, please!"

"Kiss," Wire repeated his friend, ignoring Shachi completely, and then the both of them softly started chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Penguin and Killer looked at each other, both not seeming very fond of the idea. "I don't kiss on command," Penguin said.

"Well, I'm not a hundred percent convinced Killer's gay until I see you two kissing," Heat said with a shrug.

Killer flipped him off. "Then don't believe it. See if I care."

Heat pouted at the response, but Wire slapped him on the shoulder. "Leave them be, they're just a bit shy. They obviously don't feel comfortable giving just a quick peck on the lips in public."

Penguin huffed amused, but didn't bite. Killer did pull him a little closer, but then suddenly pointed to the entrance. "Wow, what's that?"

As soon as his friends turned around to see what he'd been talking about, he leaned in and kissed Penguin on his lips. Penguin chuckled, and leaned into the kiss to prolong it.

"What? I don't see –" They could hear Wire's voice, until he apparently turned back. "Naww, Heat, look."

Killer didn't let go of Penguin, and instead deepened the kiss, and Penguin gladly let him, parting his lips slightly.

"Aww, that's cute," Heat commented.

Killer's tongue then entered Penguin's mouth, and Penguin returned the favor, going all in, focused on feeling as much of Killer's mouth as possible, and at the same time trying to make their friends feel as uncomfortable as they could.

"Eh…" It was Shachi who expressed his discomfort first.

The other two remained silent, but Killer and Penguin didn't break away from each other. They kept kissing unashamedly. Shit, Killer's tongue felt so good though, and Penguin got swept up in the moment more and more, almost completely forgetting about the other boys who were probably still looking at them. Fuck, he was getting a little hot.

"Yeah, okay, we get it," Heat finally said. "I believe you're gay, alright?"

Neither of them stopped the kiss. If anything, it became more passionate.

"Geez, see what you've done now?" Shachi commented.

"Yeah, we definitely asked for this," Wire admitted.

Finally, Killer broke the kiss, but didn't move his face more than an inch away from Penguin's. Panting slightly, he whispered. "I'm getting a little turned on by this."

Penguin was breathing heavily too. "Same."

Clearing his throat and pulling his face straight, Killer turned away from Penguin to face his friends again. "Yeah, you did," he agreed with Wire. He created a tiny bit of distance between him and Penguin, but still held his hand. "Are you happy now?"

Heat looked slightly annoyed, just as Shachi, but Wire smirked. "Very. Glad you're not afraid to show it anymore."

"A quick kiss would have been enough, though," Heat added.

Penguin smiled and hugged his boyfriend. He was so very glad Killer wasn't afraid to show it anymore either. Kissing Killer in between classes, short, loving touches in the hallways, that was all he ever wanted. To show Killer his love whenever he felt like it, without having to worry anyone would find out.

Killer's guitar lesson was moved to Tuesday that week, because his teacher had decided he wanted Christmas break to start two days earlier. His father had brought his guitar and picked Killer up from school to bring him to his lesson. Killer was annoyed by the change, as he had wanted to meet up with Penguin, but it couldn't be helped. He didn't want to miss his lessons either, with the TikTok account gaining more and more followers by the day.

Kid greeted him with a nod when he got inside the car. "Hey, how was your day?"

"As usual," Killer answered. However, ever since he came out, his days weren't as usual anymore. He met up with Penguin during most breaks, and he felt a lot more himself in general. Even his friends had told him he looked happier. Still, nothing specifically special had happened today, not even that he couldn't tell his father about. "Yours?"

"Yeah, as usual too," his dad answered while starting the car. "Had a fucking annoying customer who felt all mighty with his Audi and demanded we should fix his air conditioning before anything else."

Killer snorted. It wasn't the first time his dad complained about Audi drivers. "So did you?"

"'f course not. He can pick up his damn car tomorrow," Kid answered. "It's winter, for fuck's sake, who even needs an AC right now?"

"True," Killer said, and he turned on the radio. There was just a regular pop song on, that Killer decided to tolerate for now.

"Does your teacher know that you're famous on TikTok?" Kid changed the subject abruptly.

Killer shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't told him."

"Maybe you should," his father suggested. "Maybe he can give you some specific tips."

"Yeah, maybe." When Killer thought about it, it didn't sound like a bad idea, actually.

They drove without talking for a bit, when the song on the radio changed, and the sounds of trumpets reached Killer's ears. The start of the song was familiar enough that he recognized it as Y.M.C.A. by The Village People immediately. Killer rolled his eyes. Not in the mood for a disco-reminder that he was not out to his father yet, he changed the channel.

"Hey," Kid protested, and changed the channel back, "I was listening to that."

He was just done talking when a voice began to sing, "Young man, there's no need to feel down. I said, young man…" Killer felt personally attacked.

He looked at his father with suspicion. "…Why?"

"… MCA," Kid finished with a smirk. When he saw Killer roll his eyes again, his grin only became wider. "Oh, come on, that was too easy to pass."

Killer was not amused at all by the dumb joke. "Why would you want to listen to this?"

Kid looked at Killer from the corner of his eyes for a moment, before focusing on the road again. He shrugged. "Well, you know, it doesn't hurt to listen to some older music from time to time. Sometimes I'm just in the mood for it."

Killer wasn't convinced. "Do you… know what the song's about?"

A slight smile rested on Kid's face. "Do you?"

Killer stared at his father. What was going on? Should he say it? "It's about guys… being gay." He carefully watched his father's reaction.

Kid chuckled. "Where in the song do they sing that? It's about guys having a place to have fun and being allowed to be themselves."

Killer raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, sometimes you gotta read between the lines."

"That's true," Kid agreed. "I guess you can make whatever you want of it." Again, he glanced at Killer from the corner of his eyes.

Killer immediately turned red. "I do not want that! It's just what is generally accepted as the meaning of the song!" he was quick to say.

"Is that so?" Kid sounded amused. "Have you ever really listened to the lyrics?"

"No…" Killer said as if it was obvious. "This is not a song I listen to at all."

"Well, take this opportunity to listen to it then."

Killer still stared at his father. He got a weird, uneasy feeling in his stomach. Something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Still, having nothing better to do, he started listening to the lyrics.

Killer really knew something was off when his father softly started to sing along – and this was not a pleasure to listen to; it was off key, and barely audible, but Kid did it, nonetheless. "Young man, I was once in your shoes. I said, I was down and out with the blues…" His voice trailed off again, only to sing along a sentence or two further in the song, and again, near the end. "Young man, young man, are you listening to me? Young man, young man, what do you wanna be?"

"Dad, why are you singing?" Killer interrupted him, feeling really awkward. Not only was he forced to listen to the song, but he was also forced to listen to his father, and the message of being yourself just didn't match the company he was in. And that was why it confused him even more that Kid was singing along.

Kid frowned. "Just felt like it."

"No offense, but… you can't sing."

Kid snorted. "So what? Did you listen to the lyrics at least?" he asked while the song was ending and transitioning into the next.

Killer shrugged. "Sure."

Another glance was cast his way, when his father asked, "And?"

"And what? I stand by my point," Killer said. "If you read between the lines, it's about gay men, whether you like it or not."

Kid focused his eyes on the road again, as they had almost reached their destination. "Well… maybe it is."

It became quiet for a while, and it seemed like Kid was expecting his son to say something more. But Killer really didn't know what to say to that. He didn't want to push the wrong buttons, and accidentally out himself. Or say something that would have to make him lie about his sexuality. Not saying he was gay was something else than saying he was not gay. He wanted to avoid lying about it as much as possible.

When Kid parked the car, and Killer still hadn't said anything, he sighed deeply. "Never mind…"

Killer was a little sad, that Wednesday, that it was the last day he would have PE together with Penguin. After Christmas break, the two classes would be divided again like they were before Killer's old PE teacher was fired. Just when Killer didn't have to hide his attraction to Penguin anymore, they only had one more PE class together. And they didn't even have to do any physically close activities…

Slightly disappointed, he had made his way towards the dressing room again. He sat down on one of the benches, where his bag and clothes lay next to Penguin's. "Too bad I won't be there when it's your turn to teach a sport," Killer said to his boyfriend, while he watched Penguin pull his sport shirt over his head. "You're going to the ice rink, right? To teach hockey?"

Penguin smirked. "Of course. You wanna make a guess who'll fall down on their ass as soon as they hit the ice?"

Killer snorted and let his eyes wander around the room for a moment. "I have some ideas…" Though he didn't feel like saying those ideas out loud with their classmates present. His eyes soon went back to Penguin, and he caught him taking off his sweatpants. "I'll tell you when we're alone."

Penguin nodded, and grabbed Killer's shoulder for stability while he took off his socks. "Don't you want to change clothes?"

Killer smirked at him. "In a minute. I'm just enjoying the striptease."

Penguin chuckled, and shook his head, amused. "Pervert," he said teasingly. Nevertheless, when his socks were gone and he let go of Killer again, he turned his back towards him and ever slowly, started to push down his boxers.

Killer raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything while his eyes were focused on Penguin's butt. When he'd slipped out of his underwear, Penguin quickly grabbed his towel from the hook and wrapped it around his waist, while looking over his shoulder at Killer teasingly. "I'm gonna take a shower."

Killer grunted in response and watched Penguin walk away. He hadn't gotten very sweaty during PE, so he initially wasn't planning on taking a shower, but now that Penguin was going to, he didn't want to miss the opportunity. It was the last time they could shower together during school, after all.

Within no time, Killer had undressed and grabbed his towel as well. Hanging it over a towel hook, he entered the showers. There were four other guys showering, beside Penguin, and Killer glanced shortly at them, before taking the empty spot next to his boyfriend. He felt the eyes of three of the four guys on him as he walked in and turned on the shower, which made his mood sour a bit. Maybe this hadn't been his best idea. He just knew they were looking at him because they knew he was gay now.

One of the guys, Eddy, cleared his throat loudly, but didn't say anything. Killer looked up at him with sharp eyes, while he let the water run over his body. Eddy held his gaze for a few seconds, seeming displeased he was here, but then he cast off his eyes, and quickly continued washing himself.

Killer looked next to him, at Penguin, but if Penguin had noticed anything he quickly hid his discomfort.

However, Eddy's friend, Sarquiss – the one who had made a comment about Killer's boner, weeks before – didn't keep quiet. Staring unashamed at Penguin and Killer, with disgust on his face, he opened his mouth. "Ew, why are you both in the shower? That's gross."

Killer's gaze was on his boyfriend just long enough to see him wince, before he turned to face Sarquiss. "I'm sorry?! What the fuck is gross about it?"

Sarquiss moved to cover his dick with both hands. "First of all, you're both gay; we don't want you looking at us like that."

The way he spoke, as if he was speaking for all of the boys, stung a little. If it was just one bigoted guy or even a few, Killer could ignore that. But if everyone looked at them that way, it was exactly as Killer had feared after all. They always saw him as the gay guy, instead of just another male classmate. Maybe it had been a mistake to come out after all. He knew he shouldn't let himself think like that, but it did feel a little like that.

However, Kamakiri, the boy on Sarquiss' other side, frowned. "Don't talk like you're speaking for all of us, Sarquiss. I don't give a rats' ass if they're looking at me." The tight feeling in Killer's chest immediately started to subside.

"Why?" Sarquiss flung back. "Are you gay too?"

"No." Kamakiri closed his eyes as he let the water from the shower hit his head. "But looking never hurt nobody."

"Besides," Penguin interrupted, "I told you before, you're really not that interesting to look at. You've got eyes, right? Have you seen Killer? Why would I want look at anyone else?"

Killer let out an amused snort, and smiled at his boyfriend. God, he wanted to hug Penguin, but he didn't think that would make the situation much better right now.

Sarquiss still had that disgusted look on his face. "Okay, I can admit Killer has a good build. Like, not that I find that attractive or anything, I'm not gay" – Killer rolled his eyes at that; why the fuck did he even feel the need to clarify that? – "but I mean, Killer is definitely looking at us. And, no offense Penguin, but I get why; you're not that special."

"Hey!" Killer immediately snapped. He placed his hand on Penguin's shoulder. "Full offense taken, and you clearly have no taste! Penguin's a thousand times hotter than you, and if I'm looking at you, it's only to confirm how glad I am that Penguin is my boyfriend. Besides, you don't need two hands to cover your dick; it's pretty small."

"Ooohh!" Kamakiri laughed hard at Sarquiss, and the fourth boy, who had remained quiet until now, started to chuckle as well.

Killer glanced at Penguin, at the same time as Penguin looked up at him, a slight, grateful smile on his face.

Sarquiss really seemed offended now – which he deserved – and snarled at Killer. "It remains gross that you're here. Especially together. That's totally inappropriate and disgusting, touching each other in public showers!"

Killer looked at his hand on Penguin's shoulder, and then stared at Sarquiss again, one eyebrow raised. "You think this is inappropriate?!" It was a split second in which his decision was made. "Fucking hell, I'll show you inappropriate."

The one step that it took to cross the distance towards Penguin and face him, was made quickly. He wrapped his arms around Penguin and pressed their wet, naked bodies together while kissing him on his mouth.

Penguin let out a muffled, surprised yelp, and Killer made use of the gap between his lips to push his tongue in. Penguin seemed stunned for a second, but then he slowly started to kiss back, and Killer felt one of Penguin's hands in his neck, trying to deepen the kiss, while the other ran over his back.

While Killer initiated the kiss out of pure spite, he was enjoying it more and more, the more passion Penguin put into it. He did feel the eyes of all four other boys on them, but that was kind of the point.

"I'm gonna throw up," he heard Sarquiss say, followed by the sound of his shower ending, and footsteps leading away.

"Yeah, I'm outta here too," Eddy followed.

When they broke their kiss a few moments later, the other two boys were still there, but looking away from them. Killer smirked at Penguin. "Thanks for going along with this."

Penguin had become red in the face. "Yeah, it's what they deserved, and I won't let an opportunity to kiss you pass… but…" He lowered his voice to a point where only Killer could hear him. "Don't you dare move away now."

Killer's smirk only grew, because he could feel why Penguin said that. And he had to admit, the kiss and their wet, naked bodies pressed together hadn't left him unaffected either. Just thinking about how they were both kind of hard right now, made his dick throb. "I won't." They needed to cool off, but if they walked away from each other right now, it would only draw attention to themselves. At least now their erections were hidden from the other boys.

Killer gave Penguin another, slightly less heated, kiss on his lips, to make their continued positions look a little less awkward. But shit, his mind started to picture the things they could do right now, even while they weren't alone. Fuck, it turned him on even more, and he had to focus to not act upon his horny feelings. His rational mind knew he didn't actually want to do things while the other guys were present, but still, the idea was hot. And his rational mind tended to move to the background when his horny mind took over.

"I think you've made your point," Kamakiri said, sounding slightly awkward.

Killer didn't look at him – he didn't want to turn around, after all – when he spoke, "I'm not making a point anymore. I'm just kissing my boyfriend."

"Naked," Kamakiri pointed out. "In public showers. It's kinda inappropriate."

Killer looked next to him, and saw that the last guy was looking at them again too, a blush on his cheeks. He quickly turned off his shower, and made his way back towards the dressing room.

"You're not gonna have sex, are you?" Kamakiri asked.

"Who knows," Killer answered with a smirk.

It earned him a shocked "Killer!" from Penguin.

"Yeah, that's gross no matter what your sexuality is." Kamakiri turned off his shower as well, and walked away.

When they were alone, Killer finally created a bit of space between their bodies. Still, he leaned forward to speak softly in Penguin's ear. "I could suck you–"

"No!" Penguin interrupted him sharply, his face bright red, and – Killer noticed after a quick look down – his dick jerking despite his refusal. "Geez, Killer, what the fuck! There's people just around the corner! Do you want to get kicked out of school?"

Killer chuckled, as his rational brain slowly started to take back control. Penguin did have a point. If someone reported them having sex on school grounds, they might get expelled. Or at least Killer, who needed only one little thing anymore to get kicked out. Still, he couldn't help but tease his boyfriend. "What's this? Penguin says no to sexy times?!" he feigned surprise.

"Haha, very funny." Penguin huffed. "See, I'm not that easy."

Killer smiled at him. God, he adored Penguin. "Well… any idea how to get rid of a boner when your sexy boyfriend is standing naked in front of you?"

Penguin snorted, but then looked challenging at him. "I don't know, get nervous again or something?" He stuck out his tongue towards Killer.

"Ouch," Killer replied playfully. He was gonna hear about that for the rest of his life, wasn't he? Then he returned Penguin's look just as challenging. "I think I made it up to you pretty good."

Penguin smiled and bit his lip. "Damn good."

Then, suddenly, the playful look on his face disappeared and Penguin turned away from the shower entrance abruptly, as if to hide his body. "Take that phone away right now or I'll break it together with your face!"

"Too late, asshole!" Sarquiss said from his place just outside the showers, where he was standing in his underwear, a phone in his hand. "I'm gonna show the whole school how disgusting you are."

Killer, his arousal disappearing quite suddenly, as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over him, turned around and walked determined towards Sarquiss, ready to snatch the phone out of his hand. However, Sarquiss seemed to anticipate this, and quickly hid the device behind his back. Killer could remember just in time not to start a fight. Instead, he took a deep breath. "Taking pictures or videos of naked minors and sending them to others is very much illegal," he pointed out. "It's called owning and distributing child pornography, and is a serious, punishable offense. Besides, without our consent it's a punishable offense even if we were adults. So, for how long do you want to go to prison? 'Cause we will sue."

Killer didn't know where this information came from or how accurate it was, but it didn't matter. The shocked look on Sarquiss' face made it clear he believed him at least a little bit. "What the hell, man, it's just a joke. I didn't film anything."

"Show me," Killer demanded. He wasn't going to trust his classmate on his word.

Sarquiss took his hands from behind his back, and showed them to be empty. "Got nothing to show you," he said smugly.

Killer raised an eyebrow. "Did you just put your phone in the back of your trunks?" There was really no other place he could have put it. "You think I have a problem putting my hands on a guy's butt?" Of course he wouldn't; Killer didn't want to risk getting accused of sexual assault, but Sarquiss didn't have to know he wasn't intending that. He had kind of asked for this.

Sarquiss' face twisted in horror. "The fuck? Keep your dirty hands off me!" He quickly took his phone out of his underwear. "Fine. Here, you happy?" He said, as he showed the short video he'd made of them, and clicked to delete it.

"Show me you don't have more." Killer was only satisfied when Sarquiss did so. "Now delete it from your 'deleted' folder."

Sarquiss glared at him, but did as Killer said. Killer's fists were itching to break his nose anyway, for good measure, but the threat of being expelled held him back. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Thanks. Glad I didn't have to touch your disgusting ass for that."

Sarquiss sent him an angry look, but then turned around briskly to get dressed. Killer let his eyes run through the dressing room, and noticed that there were not an awful lot of people anymore, but the guys that were still there, had all been staring at them. He pursed his lips in displeasure, and pulled his towel from the hook to wrap it around his waist.

He grabbed the other towel still there, and looked behind him into the showers. Penguin just turned off both his own, and Killer's shower, and walked towards him. Killer handed him his towel. "I'm sorry for that."

Penguin took the towel from him and started drying himself. "Why are you sorry? Sarquiss is the asshole here. You were great."

"Yeah, but… if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have been such an asshole."

"Bullshit," Penguin was quick to say. "He's always been one."

While Killer could only agree with that, it wasn't exactly what he had meant. He had still been the one to pull this reaction out of Sarquiss.

"Don't let him get to you," Penguin said, putting the towel around his waist as well, and pulling Killer into a hug. "There will always be a few assholes around. That can't be helped. Most of them are like Kamakiri, though, they don't care."

Killer sighed, and wrapped his arm around Penguin to pull him closer. "Yeah, you're probably right."

They stood in silence for a while, comforting each other with their hug, until Penguin looked up at him. "Hey, Killer," he said, smiling. "I'm glad you came out. I think it was a very good decision."

Killer smiled back at him. Penguin really could read his mind, didn't he? He was filled with love for his boyfriend, and couldn't stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. "Never leave me." It was too late when he realized how constricting the words sounded.

However, Penguin just chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it."

TBC~!

Honestly, these two are so inappropriate 😂 not uncomfortable with PDA at all!

Thanks again Cleokitty20 for your review! ❤