Peso and Hugo The cheering of the gathered penguins had died down as the Iron Clam race came to a close. Peso couldn’t help but be a bit embarrassed by all of the attention showered on him. Thankfully, Hugo was all too happy to take on most of the crowd, leaving him to spend his time celebrating with the Octonauts and his family. There were a lot of high fives and more than a bit of hugging to go around. Of course, there was also the question of just how to celebrate. Once the confetti was finished with, everyone was insistent that Peso had to do something to commemorate his amazing victory. Peso wasn’t particularly eager though. After today’s events, he just wanted to get back home. “I really just think a nice cup of cocoa back on the Octopod will be plenty.” His little brother Pinto argued back though. “That’s not right You just won the Iron Clam! We need to throw a party!” The little penguin was practically leaping up and down as he attempted to convince his brother. He even tugged on Peso’s flipper in hopes of convincing him somehow. Peso could hardly say no to that. Not that he had the option. “Aye, matey! We’ve gotta throw a proper celebration! I’ve got just the plan too!” Kwazii butted in, aggressively setting a paw on both penguins’ shoulders. “Got a shanty or two for just such an occasion! And a champion deserves a champion’s feast of course!” There’d be a party soon whether he wanted it or not now. There wasn’t much use arguing with Kwazii after all. So, he smiled and went along with the excited cat and the rest of his crew. However, there was one last surprise left in store for the little penguin before the party started. “Hope you fellows have enough of a feast ready for two champions!” Peso stumbled forward when a heavy flipper joined Kwazii’s paw on his back. He nearly fell face first on the ice. Most likely he would have if that flipper hadn’t held him up. Glancing back up, he saw that Hugo had joined them, smiling at the Octonauts all about before settling on Captain Barnacles. “Of course, Hugo! The more the merrier!” Barnacles waved casually to the penguin, and Hugo’s smile grew a bit wider. Then, he turned it to Peso, and gave the smaller penguin a coy, little wink. Peso looked back at him quizzically. Before he could question what the wink meant though, Kwazii was already flipping him over the side of a Gup. “We’ll catch you there, matey!” The cat waved to the larger penguin, and Peso managed to lift himself up just in time to see Hugo waving back and sending him another little wink. This time though, the meaning came through loud and clear. The moment Kwazii moved to the steering wheel, Hugo added the briefest, blown kiss. --- “Umm… y-you should take it easy you know, Hugo. Your flipper may need some more time to recover.” Peso was blushing, and he spoke very uncertainly as he looked up at the larger penguin. Hugo had taken the first excuse to get him alone once he arrived in the Octopod, asking for a personal tour with Peso as tour guide. It had taken him some time to shake off the other Octonauts who were eager to show him around though. Somehow though, he had managed to convince Kwazii to let Peso show him the way to the restroom while the cat went to prepare the rest of the party. And, somehow, he had also convinced Peso that he needed the help. “Don’t be silly, Peso! It already feels right as rain thanks to you!” Hugo laughed and reached out with his bandaged flipper, stroking Peso’s face. It wasn’t the first move he had made. During their tour he had been near Peso the entire time, taking every opportunity that Kwazii and Barnacles turned their backs to run his flipper over the smaller penguin’s back. Peso had nearly given the game away the first time when he’d shouted in surprise. Now, he was quiet, unsure what to do. Hugo was handsome, classically manly, and surprisingly gentle. Even with his sprain, he was skilled with his flipper, running it through Peso’s feathers in a way the made him shiver. “You really are good at everything…” Hugo’s flipper made its way all over before eventually settling on Peso’s waist and curling around it. It felt nice, but with his back against the wall and a much larger man standing over him, Peso couldn’t help but feel like prey. And being right in the hallway where anyone could see wasn’t helping either. “You don’t know the half of it.” Hugo winked and leaned in closer, just enough to give the smaller penguin the lightest kiss on the beak. Then, he leaned in close enough to whisper. “Show me your room later, and I’ll show you what I mean.” Peso mumbled something. He wasn’t quite sure what since it was muffled under Hugo’s chest feathers, though by the time Hugo pulled away it was clear he wasn’t really saying much of anything. He was just muttering syllables and staring wide-eyed straight ahead. He swallowed hard to orient himself once the larger penguin pulled away and headed to the washroom. Thankfully, Hugo pulled away just in time for Kwazii to round the corner, looking for the pair. There was still a celebration to get on with after all. “Oy, mate! You two ready yet?” The pirate didn’t initially seem to notice Peso’s shock, just looking long enough to notice that their guest wasn’t there. “Hugo sure does preen a lot, don’t he?” “Oh! U-um… yes, he sure does.” Peso smiled at Kwazii, trying his best not to betray how out of sorts he was, though he somehow neglected to pull himself off the wall. “We’ll be there soon, don’t worry, Kwazii!” Kwazii raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest. “Alright, matey. Don’t take too long though! The cocoa’ll get cold if you wait too much longer!” He smiled back at Peso, showing an amount of teeth that, for some reason, made the little penguin nervous. His last comment as he flipped off downright made Peso fall though, cleaning knocking his feet out from under him. “Plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company after the party!” --- The party after that had been, for lack of a better word, tense. Hugo had thankfully spared Peso from outright fondling, but he had only just stopped short. There had been more than a fair few slappsto his back, a mountain of compliments, and a whole toast in the medic’s honor. Embarrassingly, the captain had even indulged him, despite Peso’s protest that he had only done what any penguin would have done. The worst part was Kwazii though. After he had seen Peso smiling at a small display of athletics Hugo had done for Pinto, the cat made sure to encourage Peso to go after him at every turn. There had been a few encouraging smacks to the back from him as well. Most importantly though, that sneaky pirate was responsible for the situation he found himself in now. “Oh… hi, Hugo… I thought that Kwazii showed you out…” Peso wasn’t sure how to feel about seeing Hugo sitting on his bed, admiring his family pictures. He wasn’t particularly confused though. He knew he should have been suspicious when Kwazii volunteered to show their guests out of the Octopod. “Ah, yes! He was wonderful! Energetic fellow.” Hugo leapt off the bed the moment Peso greeted him, and, in a moment, he was over the smaller penguin again, just like in the hallway. Peso wasn’t sure if Hugo had moved quickly, or if he had just been stunned by the confident waddle he’d made when he approached. Either way, he was stuck staring up at the larger bird again when Hugo went to stroke his chin. “Told me you had considered my offer, right?” Peso very nearly rolled his eyes and laughed, but Hugo’s flipper wandering around his neck was a bit too stunning for him to laugh right now. Hugo was less gentle than before, caressing down Peso’s back much more powerfully. “Hugo, you know, you don’t need to… I just did my…” Peso’s words caught in his beak. He wasn’t trying to turn the larger penguin down exactly. There was just something wrong about seeking repayment from a patient. Hugo silenced him, leaning in again and whispering, demandingly. “On the bed, Peso. About time I show you the skills that don’t make it on camera.” Peso felt like prey again. This wasn’t some repayment. Hugo wanted him. He couldn’t quite decide if that felt worse or not, but right now, he wanted the other penguin too. “Alright.” He responded meekly, not even going to the bed himself. Hugo guided him there, a flipper on his back the whole way. The larger penguin stopped just short of lifting him entirely, and Peso suspected that was only because of his sprain. He did make sure to lay Peso down against the pillow with his good flipper. Once Peso was down, Hugo went right to work. The flipper on Peso’s back ran quickly down to the penguin’s legs and spread them. Before Peso could even process that rough movement, Hugo was also on his neck pressing his beak in between the medic’s feathers and preening through them with powerful, focused kisses. All the while Hugo’s muscles rubbed against his groin. Peso shut his eyes and shouted, forced to let himself go by the sheer volume of feelings that he couldn’t quite process all at once. Today had already been overwhelming, and he had gone from meeting the champion to bedding him the course of hours. Just imagining what Hugo looked like as he pecked his way down the smaller penguin’s chest was overwhelming, trying to open his eyes to turn and actually watch it would be absolutely too much. And then there was the fact that he could feel himself becoming erect. Peso covered his eyes with his flippers as his cock began to peek out from between his legs, first rubbing against Hugo’s feathers, then poking against his muscles. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed somehow, silly as it was. He hadn’t had someone look at it in some time, much less someone famous. And in no time, Hugo had a flipper around it. “Huh! I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, eh, champion?” Peso lifted one flipper to peer down at the larger penguin. Hugo was running his flipper delicately up Peso’s length and staring at it with narrowed eyes. For just a moment, Peso thought he looked jealous. “H-Hugo…” That didn’t last long. “Not too much for me though!” Hugo glanced up at the smaller penguin and winked, suddenly striking Peso with his confidence, then striking him again with an overwhelming rush of pleasure. The champion leaned against the cock and licked it from bottom to top. That would have been enough, but the second he got to the tip of the cock, Peso watched in awe as he opened his beak wide and swallowed the dick in what seemed like one long, singular motion. “F-Flappity flippers…” A flipper darted out to grab his sheets while Peso watched as his dick was slowly overtaken by the other Penguin’s warm throat. Hugo was focused as he swallowed more and more, keeping a firm, forward pace until the entire dick was engulfed. “Hugo! Ah!” Hugo’s eyes were shut softly, and he didn’t move from the base once he was there. Peso wanted to warn him, but he couldn’t find the words. He hoped the pulsing would be enough. Hugo didn’t move even when the smaller penguin came. Peso was melting as he watched, stunned by the way the champion continued to swallow him. He wasn’t sure how much he came, overwhelming as the feeling of the other penguin’s throat was, but it was certainly not a small amount. Then, when it was done, Hugo opened his eyes, and pulled slowly off of him. “Are… are you okay?” Peso reflexively checked on the other penguin the moment he caught his breath. In pulling off of him, the larger penguin kept the same gentle pace he’d used to swallow Peso’s dick, so it was a moment before he could respond. “I mean, that was amazing, but… so fast.” “Hah… don’t you worry about me…” Hugo lifted himself off Peso’s dick with a bit of a flourish, then settled his head near the tip and gave it another lick. Peso saw just the slightest hint of cum dripping from his beak before he licked it away, and he covered his eyes again. That was a mistake. “Though, if you think that was amazing, just wait until you see the main event.” Peso paused before lifting his flipper again, even as he felt the larger penguin adjust around him. When he did lift it, Hugo was already above him, and he had a flipper on his leg again. Peso could feel something warm poking at his tailfeathers, but he was taken so aback by the confident glare above him that he barely thought about it. When Hugo moved his hips to aim, the smaller penguin let him. “Ready there, champion?” Hugo set his other flipper on top of the one Peso had used to grab the sheets, and they gently wrapped around each other. Peso could feel the warm tip rubbing against him. He could feel his feathers standing on end. He wanted to relax, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell though if it was because he was too eager, or too nervous. So, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then, he nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He almost laughed again, but once more, he was too overwhelmed to do so. Hugo wasn’t rough by any means, but still, it was so much. Hugo pressed forward slowly, barely even entering Peso before stopping. It was so gentle, but so powerful that the smaller penguin could barely catch his breath. “M-mas… rapido!” Peso shouted, feeling an intense need to be filled, but more so desperate for the feeling to stop overwhelming him. He pushed back and wiggled in hopes of adjusting, but all that happened was that he became hotter. Thankfully, Hugo listened to the little penguin, picking up the pace immediately and thrusting at to push himself in deeper, and each deeper push just made more of Peso’s nerves flare to life. He did adjust to the feeling of being filled, but all that did was allow him to pay attention to the warmth of the stimulation and the feeling of Hugo’s feathers pressing against him. He still felt overwhelmed. And yet, Peso still wanted more, and he demanded it again and again while simultaneously pressing his body against the bed as if he was trying to escape it. The whole time, Hugo met every request, shouting along, “There we are!” and “How’s that?!” His confidence was tempered, but inspiring and only added to the intensity of the pressure. Soon enough, Peso was coming again. Another distinct shout of, “Flappity flippers!” echoed against the glass walls of the penguin’s room as his cock stiffened and pulsed, leaking lazily onto the sheets beneath him. Reflexively he started to kick at the larger penguin, but thankfully, Hugo held tight, continuing to thrust and overwhelm his lover for some time longer. He finally stopped some short time after Peso’s kicking stopped. At some point, the smaller penguin had stopped shouting, mostly because he had stopped feeling the rush. His mind started to center again, aware that he had either finally adjusted to the feelings, or that Hugo had finally stopped deliberately pushing him further. “That was… amazing…” “Hah… you bet it was…” Peso finally opened his eyes and glanced up. The penguin above him was shaking, holding himself up on quaking flippers. He still managed to lower himself to another peck on the beak though. “Best ever, right?” Catching his breath, Peso smiled. This time, it was his turn to reach up and stroke Hugo’s chin, and he nodded. A small pang of worry struck him at seeing the other penguin shake. “You shouldn’t push yourself, you know.” He shut his eyes, his smile becoming gentle, natural. “We should get some rest.” “Right… right…” Hugo caught his own breath and dropped himself down on the bed, his flippers wrapping naturally around the smaller penguin before, abruptly, his grip loosened. “I’m also pretty good at cuddling, you know.” Peso laughed, and nodded, his own flipper wrapping around the one he had bandaged for Hugo earlier. “Yes. Thank you, Hugo.” --- Seeing Hugo off was done, thankfully, somewhat quietly. With no emergency the next morning, Peso was rather rudely woken up by Kwazii who abruptly knocked at his door well before sunrise. Mostly, he had been looking out for the penguin, allowing him to sneak Hugo out before anyone saw. Though, apparently, he had also been promised an autograph. Peso decided not to hold that against him. Together, they saw the larger penguin off, quietly as possible. Though, not without having to make a small promise. “Next year’s Iron Clam’s gonna be a real competition, yeah?” Hugo shook Peso’s flipper before they parted. Peso nodded in return. “No promises, but I will look forward to it.”