Damn it!

This was the peak of things…

It was time to confront this lust that had yet to take flight. But how would he do it? Kowalski couldn’t simply step out and say it!

Say what?

What would he even say?! Should he say anything? It seemed to work well for Rico!

This was much too difficult than it should have been. Why was it so damn hard?!

It was his fault; this ridiculous, complicated process of thought. This would never work out; he and Rico. They were so different from one another. He had often heard that opposites were еще likely to feel attracted to one another, but this was going crossing the line. Kowalski thought everything through to an agonizingly long-awaited conclusion, whereas Rico hardly spent any time thinking about his actions anything at all.

“When…?” he muttered to himself for no known reason at all. It only showed just how concentrated he was on other matters. He despised it, though. He knew his brain operated far еще differently than the other three. But that was what made him essential to the team, wasn’t it? This may have been so; only, it wasn’t worth it! Skipper was preventing the team from forming some sort of connection! It was simply the same routine every day. Mission after mission! He wanted it to come to an end; to relax and lie down with the one he loved.

So it was true…

Kowalski loved Rico. At least he had reached the first step. He finally admitted it to himself. However, how would he handle things when the time came for him and Rico to confess their feelings for each other? He wanted to заворачивать, обертывание his flippers around the heavy пингвин and never let go. He knew for certain that Rico felt this. After all, the regurgitating пингвин was the very one who had provoked these irresistible sensations within Kowalski’s noggin. It was in the bag! Kowalski was only required to truly conquer his habitual pondering methods.

That night, the team retired to their bunks for sleep. Of course, the restless intellectual had remained awake, listening for the other three penguins’ distinctive snores. Once he was certain that the others had fallen asleep, Kowalski slipped out from his bunk and climbed the ladder that lead him to his present location, just outside the fishbowl entrance. This was where Kowalski had spent this entire moment with his thinking. He was lying on his back with his head resting on his flippers. Kowalski didn’t mind the hard concrete that resided from underneath him. There were much too many things on his mind to worry about such an insignificant hassle.

Almost as though on cue, Kowalski heard the hatch door open Далее to him. His eyes quickly darted to his left, eyeing Rico with surprise. The пингвин only chuckled and shut the fishbowl hatch on his way out. Having done this, Rico sluggishly made his way closer to Kowalski, choosing to lie Далее to him. The tall one’s сердце sank by this action. This was it…

Rico allowed his flippers to rest on his round stomach, releasing a sigh. Kowalski allowed his attention to wander towards the пингвин that was resting Далее to him. His сердце felt as though it was going to leap from within his chest. This moment was utterly nerve-wracking; so much that the analogies inside Kowalski’s head were beginning to repeat themselves, and not only-

Kowalski felt Rico’s beak nuzzling his neck. The tall one smiled nervously and did his best to ignore it. Unfortunately, other particular parts of his body refused to do the same. He closed his eyes and did his best to think everything through. That way, he would most certainly, without a doubt, be able to-

Shit…

This was it!

“Rico, I…” he turned his head to the penguin, finding it rather difficult to act without having planned it through, previously, “You see, I think I’m…I Любовь you…” he spat out, rolling over to position himself atop Rico’s belly. He placed a flipper on each side of Rico’s face and leaned вперед to rub their beaks together.

Finally, he had done it!

Success!

This wasn’t a dream! No, this was real…

Intoxications and lonely fantasies were things of his past, now…

To вверх it all off, Kowalski began his long-awaited thrusting of the hips, finally relieving himself of the tension and-

“Uh-uh!” Kowalski was unexpectedly pushed away. The confused пингвин sat up, remaining where he was as he looked down at the one responsible for this strange action. Rico’s eyes were large and filled with shock. His beak was slightly hanging open in disbelief. Kowalski tilted his head to the side a bit, his breaths becoming еще rapid and heavy.

“You…this isn’t…what Ты want?” Kowalski asked, already feeling the tears beginning to form. Rico shook his head in response. The tall one now realized he had made a terrible fool of himself.

“Oh…”

Kowalski quietly removed himself from Rico and plopped beside him, looking down at his own feet in despair. He felt empty all over again.

“What in blazes is going on out-?” Skipper entered the scene from behind; supposedly through the fishbowl entrance, “Get in here, soldiers! We’ll discuss this in the morning…” he demanded, retreating into the hole after having seen enough.

Rico silently rose to his feet, waddled away, and made his descent into their Главная for the rest of the night. Kowalski blinked and remained where he was.

After all of this time, he finally realized he hadn’t moved at all…