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Chapter 57

"Jesus fucking Christ," was the first thing Penguin heard when he woke up. He groaned and rolled away from the light that came in through the doorway. Why was he waken up? He had set an alarm, so they would wake up early enough to be up when his father returned, and he hadn't heard an alarm yet, so it couldn't be that late.

He forced his eyes open to look at the alarm clock beside his father's bed, which showed that it was 6:38. He groaned again and shut his eyes. "Why are you waking me?" he mumbled. "It's half past six."

The light in the room was suddenly turned on and Penguin threw the cover over his eyes at the same time he heard Killer groan annoyed as well.

"Because you're in my bed, while I told you not to."

Fuck. Only now Penguin realized it was his dad, waking them up. "It's half past six, why are you already back?"

"I'm always up this early," Law defended himself. "I tried to be quiet, but I didn't expect to find you here. Now, get out of my bed."

"Nooo," Penguin complained. He grabbed Killer's body for warmth and comfort, and to make sure his father wouldn't literally drag him out of bed. However, he did carefully open his eyes again, but stayed underneath the covers to let them get used to the light. "You said we could sleep here."

Killer sleepily draped his arm around Penguin, and used his other hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes – probably, as Penguin couldn't see what was happening above the duvet.

"We didn't have sex," Penguin added, still half asleep, and so, not awake enough to feel embarrassed. "Not here," he mumbled softly against Killer's chest.

"No?" Law sounded annoyed. "Then what are those lube and condoms doing on my nightstand?"

Quickly, Penguin stuck his head out from underneath the covers to look at the nightstand on the other side of the bed. "You brought that here?" he asked Killer softly.

Killer sighed. "Better to be safe than sorry," he explained to both Law and Penguin. "We didn't have sex in your bed, I promise."

Now Law sighed as well. "I'd better not see any suspicious spots on my sheets." He opened the top drawer of his nightstand and returned his own box of condoms to it as if it was the most normal thing to do. Penguin pressed his eyes shut again, pretending he hadn't seen that. Law continued talking as if he hadn't done that before the eyes of two teenagers. "Well, take some time to wake up and shower, I'll see you at breakfast in about half an hour."

Being awake now anyway, Penguin and Killer figured there was nothing else to do but to listen to what Law said. So, it was about a quarter past seven when they were seated at the breakfast table – the time Penguin had originally set for his alarm, not having expected his father home for at least fifteen more minutes.

Killer and Penguin were chatting about their classmates and how stupid some of them were, during breakfast, while Law was looking at his phone. Penguin was surprised, however, that Killer didn't seem all that bothered by the few homophobic comments he had gotten at school since he had come out. At least, not in the way Penguin had feared, making him want to go back in hiding. If anything, they seemed to make Killer want to show his sexuality more. That one time in the showers being a prime example.

Penguin was woken up from his thought by a vibration from his phone. He looked down to see a message in the Puck Rock group chat. "Yes!" he suddenly exclaimed, scaring both Killer and his father. "The canal is declared safe to skate on!" He looked up at his boyfriend. "We're gonna play hockey tomorrow morning, do you wanna join?"

"Sure," Killer agreed. "I bought new skates, so I gotta try them out anyway."

"Yay!" Penguin couldn't help but smile broadly. He loved skating on natural ice, and the whole gang would be there as well, plus Killer! "You can ask your friends to join too. I think a lot of people from school will be there. Not to play with us, but to skate on the canal. I heard Drake talking about going as well."

"Well, if Drake goes…" Killer said with a teasing smile, but didn't finish his sentence. "I still can't believe I didn't notice he was gay, though, until you told me," Killer said. "Looking back, it was pretty obvious."

Penguin laughed. "Me neither. But then again, your gaydar is pretty much nonexistent." He remembered Killer's confused look when he was around Bartolomeo and Cavendish all too well. He was at least 90% sure Killer had no idea there was something going on between those two, while that had been extremely obvious too.

"That's not true," Killer defended himself.

"No?" Penguin smirked. "Then name all the queer people you know. Like, people you've met, not celebrities."

Killer huffed. "Not that many people are queer… but, okay: you, your father," – he glanced sideways at Law – "Bonney, Drake obviously, there's that enby person in the year below us… And Heat and Wire kissed once, but that was just experimentation. They say they're straight."

Penguin's smirk grew when he was proven right. "That's all? So… no one you met at the ice rink that day?"

Killer seemed to think for a moment. "Oh yeah, that guy in the canteen, when Bonney outed us. But I don't know his name."

Penguin was confused for a moment, before he remembered what Killer was talking about. He shook his head. "That's not who I was talking about. Besides, none of those people you just mentioned you knew about before they, or someone else, told you, so my point about your broken gaydar remains." He looked Killer in the eyes. "I was talking about Cavendish and Bartolomeo."

Killer stared at him. "Wait, really? They're gay?"

Penguin laughed. "I don't wanna make presumptions about Cavendish' sexuality, but he is definitely into Bartolomeo. And Bartolomeo is a disaster bisexual if I ever saw one." He decided not to talk about Coby and Helmeppo for now, as Penguin had to admit he hadn't noticed it himself until Shachi had told him about it.

"Oh, that's the disaster bisexual you want to talk about?" Law suddenly decided to speak. Apparently, he had been more focused on their conversation than on whatever he was doing on his phone. Penguin looked at him, and Law stared intensely back at his son. He cleared his throat. "Killer, could you repeat that list for me, please?"

Killer looked confused from Penguin to his father. "Uh… sure… you two, Drake, Bonney, that enby person at our school, a random guy at the ice rink, and apparently Bartolomeo and Cavendish, are all the queer people I know."

Law still looked at Penguin with an annoyed, but knowing look. "And you are sure you're not forgetting someone? No one maybe a bit closer to you?"

Penguin's eyes widened when he realized who Law was hinting at.

"No, I'm pretty sure that's it…" Killer answered.

Law sighed, and mumbled barely audible, "He assured me you knew."

"No, that can't be…" Penguin turned to his boyfriend, confused. "We talked about it… multiple times… you sounded like you knew…" When they had talked about why Killer didn't want to tell his dad he was gay, he had definitely said he knew Kid was attracted to guys, hadn't he? Penguin was sure he had mentioned it at least… Besides, hadn't he told Killer their dads were on a date last week? That didn't leave much to the imagination either, right? Or had he somehow not been clear enough? Wait… "Don't tell me that's the reason why you think… why you don't want to tell…"

"What are you talking about?" Killer asked confused. "Who am I missing?"

Before Penguin could answer, Law held up his hand to silence him. "I don't think it's up to us to tell him," he said to Penguin. "But I do think the two of you should go to Killer's home after school, and… you know, have a little chat."

Penguin nodded. He would make sure Killer and his father talked today.

"Peng, what was that about?" Killer asked when they were walking to school. "What do we gotta talk about at my home?"

Penguin groaned. "Why are you like this?"

Okay, that hurt a little. "Like what?"

"So fucking oblivious!" Penguin sounded almost desperate. "You're so smart, yet you know nothing."

"Peng." Killer grabbed his boyfriend's hand and stopped him. He was thoroughly confused. "Please tell me what this is about. What do we need to talk about?"

Penguin looked him in the eyes silently for a few seconds, and then sighed. "You're gonna come out to your dad today."

Killer stared at him, fear bubbling up in his chest. "What are you talking about? No, I'm not." They'd made a deal he would tell his father only if Penguin could stay quiet during sex, and he definitely hadn't been able to, last night.

"Yes, you are." Penguin started to walk into the direction of their school again, but didn't let go of Killer's hand, so Killer was forced to follow him. "If you don't tell him, I will."

"Peng!" Killer said desperately. Why did Penguin suddenly decide he had to tell his father today? "That's not the deal we made. Where is this coming from? You had no problems keeping it a secret before. I'm just out at school for a week, I'm not ready to tell my dad yet!"

"This isn't about our deal. And I had no problem with it before, because I thought you had actual grounds to think your father would be disappointed or whatever, if you came out," Penguin explained. "Now I'm pretty sure it's all just in your head."

"You're not actually going to tell him," Killer said.

Penguin looked up at him. "Kill, I want you to tell him. But I'm very much done with you just misunderstanding everyone. Besides, it would be so much better if we didn't have to hide our relationship to anyone anymore. So, please, tell him yourself, but if you don't, I definitely will."

Killer didn't reply and they walked in silence for a while. What the hell was going on? What was he misunderstanding? Why did Penguin act like he knew his father better than he did? Did this have something to do with his apparent lack of a gaydar? Law had said he missed someone close to him… was there someone in his family who was queer that Killer didn't know about, but Kid did? But why would Penguin and Law know about that? And why wouldn't they tell him?

Before Killer had noticed it, they had reached the main entrance of school. "Well, you've got the whole day to prepare for it," Penguin said, stopping near the big doors. Several students were walking past them, into the school. "Don't worry too much about it, though. Trust me when I say your father will react differently than you're expecting."

"I'd love to trust you, Peng, but I think I know my father better than you do." Killer tried to find an answer to all his questions in Penguin's eyes, but couldn't find it.

"You'd think that, but when it comes to this, apparently you don't." Penguin grabbed his other hand as well, so he was now holding both Killer's hands. "Just let it rest for a few hours. I will go with you, and we can tell him together, if you want."

Killer didn't reply. He did not want that. He did not want to tell his dad at all. But for some reason, Penguin was forcing him to. And if the choice was between Killer telling his dad or Penguin telling him, he would choose the former. If Kid heard it from anyone else… Killer didn't want to think what would happen. To both him and Penguin.

"Will I see you at lunch?" Penguin asked.

Killer nodded. "Yeah, fine." He saw Penguin look up at him with a smile, and just the sight of him took some of Killer's worries away. He leaned down and kissed him on his lips. Maybe he should trust Penguin more. God, he was so happy he could kiss him so openly now. It would be great if they could do this at his home as well, but Killer was pretty sure telling his dad wouldn't make that happen. But he tried not to think about it too much for now, and just enjoy the kiss.

They ignored all the students walking past them as they kept kissing, until one of them coughed. "Faggots."

Both Killer and Penguin looked up, just in time to see someone bump into the guy rather harshly, sending him stumbling into the door.

"Oops," Wire said a little too nonchalantly to be sincere. "I should really watch where I'm going." He smirked at Killer and winked.

Killer smirked back. "Can't be helped; you're so tall."

Wire shrugged. "It is what it is."

"What the fuck, man?!" The homophobic guy – Killer didn't know him – stared angrily at Wire. Which looked kind of ridiculous, since Wire was almost two feet taller than him.

Wire stared back unimpressed, and raised an eyebrow intimidatingly. "You got a problem?"

The guy swallowed hard. Then he shook his head. "No." He quickly walked through the open door into the school.

Wired turned back to them. "Hi Penguin, you and Shachi eating lunch with us today?" he asked, as if nothing happened.

Penguin chuckled. "If you're okay with that."

"Sure, we'll save you a seat. Or we'll save Shachi a seat. You're probably sitting in Killer's lap anyway."

"Just the way I like it," Killer said, but his heart wasn't really in it.

At that moment, the school bell rang to signal the start of first period, and Killer turned to Penguin again. "See you later." He gave him a quick kiss.

"Yeah," Penguin agreed. "And Killer… don't worry about it too much. Trust me, it'll be fine."

Well, Killer had a hard time believing that. Of course it occupied his mind the rest of the day. He didn't say anything about it anymore to Penguin, hoping (against better judgment) that his boyfriend would forget about telling his dad, but it was on his mind about all the time. Penguin had one period less on Friday, but decided to join Killer during his last music class of that year, just so he could go home with him afterwards.

However, during the day, Killer had come to accept his defeat. If Penguin was so sure it would be okay, then maybe, just maybe, it would be. Maybe he had missed some important detail. Besides, he did wonder for how long he could keep it a secret for his dad anyway. The whole school knew about it, after all, so someone might mention something to Kid at some point. His father did know a lot of people through his work.

They drove home on his bike, which he had left at school overnight, and after parking it in the shed, he grabbed Penguin's hand tightly. Holding his helmet and spare helmet in one hand, and his boyfriend's hand in the other, he entered his house. His heart was beating loudly, but he knew he was past the point of no return. If he didn't do it now, Penguin would, he had promised Killer that.

Killer didn't know if he would be able to forgive Penguin if he did out him to his dad, but he also really didn't want to find out. He would be the one to tell his father, and no one else. It was kind of nice Penguin was there for moral support – even if he wasn't really sure it was safe for Penguin to be there. But his father would probably not flip that bad, right? Killer hoped so.

He put the helmets away in their storage space in the scullery and dragged Penguin through the kitchen into the living room. When he didn't see Kid there, he let out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding. However, it was just postponing the inevitable.

Killer turned to his boyfriend. "Let me take your coat," he said, taking off his own jacket.

Penguin smiled at him as he zipped his coat open. "How chivalrous of you."

Killer smiled curtly; way too nervous to be in the mood for jokes. He took Penguin's coat and scarf from his hands and opened the door to the hallway. "I'm home!" he yelled towards the second floor. He'd seen his father's car in the driveway, so he expected Kid to be home. He had told him he'd be home early from work today, after all. Just Killer's luck.

"Me too!" Kid yelled back from what sounded like the attic.

Killer put away their outerwear, while he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Good. Uhm, dad?" He swallowed again, but the lump was still there. "Can you come down for a sec? I need to talk to you about something."

Kid was quiet for a second or two, before he answered. "Yeah, I'll be there in a moment. Give me two minutes to finish the laundry."

"Sure, take your time." Killer turned towards the living room again and closed the door behind him.

He sighed and pulled Penguin into a tight hug. Penguin wrapped his arms around him in return, burying his face in Killer's shoulder. Somehow, Penguin's embrace calmed his nerves somewhat. "I still can't believe you talked me into doing this."

"It's gonna be okay, I promise," Penguin reassured him. "He'll be accepting, I'm sure of it."

Killer still didn't get how Penguin could be sure of this, but he let it rest. He held Penguin for a few more moments, before pressing a kiss on his cap and letting go. "Let's sit down," he said, gesturing to the sofa. "You want something to drink?"

"No, thanks," Penguin answered as he took his place on the left side of the corner sofa – the exact same spot they had been making out on that day when Penguin first came over to his house, almost two months ago now.

"Yeah, me neither." Killer heard his father's footsteps come down the stairs, and he quickly sat down next to his boyfriend.

A few moments later, the door opened, and his father walked in. "All done." Kid's view fell on the two of them, and the corner of his mouth curled up for just a second when he saw Penguin – something Killer missed completely, due to his nerves. "What did you wanna talk about?"

Suddenly put on the spot, Killer reached for any straws he could grasp to talk about anything else. "Since when do you do laundry on Friday?" This was usually a Saturday chore, and one Kid hated doing.

Kid smirked. "Since I had someone over last night, and the bed sheets needed changing."

Killer stared at him as the words sank in. "What?! I'm not at home for one night, and you invite someone into your bed immediately?! Like… to have sex?!" Ew. How often had his father done that when Killer had slept over at a friend's house?

Kid laughed and his eyes flicked towards Penguin for a second, whom Killer felt stiffening beside him. "Yes, we had sex. You think I'm too old for that or something?"

"Yes," Killer answered deadpanned. It was gross to think about a younger version of his father having sex, but it was even worse to have the conformation he was still having sex at this age.

Kid only laughed harder. "Yeah, you're gonna stop having sex when you reach your thirties?"

Killer fought the urge to glance at Penguin. He'd never thought of it that way. If he would still be together with Penguin in his thirties, he sure hoped they were still having sex. Still, if he were to become a father, that might not really be appropriate anymore. On the other hand…

"So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Kid interrupted his thoughts when Killer didn't answer his question.

Killer froze. There really was no way out of this anymore, was there? He had thought of all the possible ways he could tell his dad, but right now, every one of them was forgotten.

He grabbed Penguin's hand for support, and squeezed it probably a little too hard. Still, Penguin managed to squeeze back reassuringly, and Killer looked up from his lap to his father's face. He was not going to be a coward about this. He would see the immediate reaction on is dad's face. For now, Kid didn't have a physical reaction to them holding hands at least, or maybe he just hadn't noticed.

Killer took a deep breath, and then blurted out the confession. "Penguin is my boyfriend, deal with it."

TBC~!

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