Athazagoraphobia (Squip x Jeremy)

6. The Closet is a Great Place to Make Out

Squip ran a hand down his face in exasperation. Michael needed to go. He was only going to get in the way again, and Squip had work to do. Jeremy needed some serious help, and this time Squip was going to do it for free, just because he wanted to see how sexy he could make the man. Why he wanted that, none of the readers' fucking business.

He chuckled, narrowing his eyes at Mell. "Why are you still here? Go to hell Mell!" 

Michael's face was unreadable, but Squip could see the anger in his eyes, the absolute hatred - he loved it. Michael shook his head, the unclean mop of dandruff and sweat he called hair jiggling around like a marshmallow, Jesus did he even know that conditioner existed, Squip thought in disgust. Michael pulled his red hoodie closer to him, face a mask of resentment, "Whatever Jeremy, once you realize what a bitch this guy is, give me a call."

Jeremy reached out a hand, mouth hanging open as his best friend turned and marched right out the door. Squip held him back, "Don't Jeremy, he's not worth it."

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    Squip decided to come to school with Jeremy, mostly to stop him from approaching Michael. Optic-nerve blocking ready, he entered the school building. Jeremy wore the same blue cardigan he always wore, modeled with the Eminem shirt that he had made him buy so long ago.  

Narrowing his almond-shaped eyes, Squip prowled the halls, looking for any signs of a red hoodie. Jeremy didn't need that bitch in his life, he had him. He could sense Jeremy's unhappiness, but there was no doubt in his mind that he could easily fix that. All he had to do: show Jeremy how much better off he was without Michael Mell. 

But this time, he wouldn't just settle to make Jeremy ignore him. No, this time he wanted Michael to hurt, to hurt bad. Scanning the probabilities, Squip came up with a perfect plan. He grabbed Jeremy's hand, grinning like a madman. Jeremy squeaked, eyes wide, "What are you..."

Squip just smirked, pulling Jeremy into the Janitor's closet. The teen squinted in the darkness, making out the vague form of Squip, a head above him. He felt the super computer's hands drift along his arm, slowly taking off his cardigan. Squip heard Jeremy's breathing start to quicken as his hand ghosted over his skin. He pulled Jeremy's back to his chest, nose between his ear and collar. His arms leisurely wrapped around his torso. 

Jeremy leaned his head back, resting against Squip's collar bone, breathing ragged. Squip pressed his lips against the other's neck, whispering quietly, "Who are you gay for Jeremy?"

The other boy didn't respond, just leaning towards Squip's touch. Squip pressed harder against his neck, opening his mouth slightly, "Who?" he asked, pulling away.

Squip moved around so he was facing the shorter man, grinning at the look of helplessness on Jeremy's face. Even in the darkness of the closet, Squip could tell Jeremy was blushing profusely. He chuckled, leaning towards him more. 

Jeremy grabbed Squip's face instinctively, obviously not knowing what he was doing. He looked at his shoes, unaware that his thumbs was rubbing against Squip's prominent cheek bones. Face beat red, Jeremy lifted his eyes to look at Squip, quickly averting his gaze at the intense glare of the two glowing blue orbs. 

Slowly leaning towards him, Jeremy licked his lips, staring at Squip's mouth.

The door opened, and a crying Michael dashed inside, unaware of the two until he bumped into Squip. He stumbled backwards, staring at the sight before him: Squip's arms around a very red faced Jeremy.

Michael stared at Jeremy for a few moments, searching his face. He concluded what must have been going on inside the closet and despair filled him because of it. "FUCK YOU!" he screamed, turning around and slamming the door. 

Squip tightened his grip on Jeremy, "Let him be, if he's going to hate on you because you're gay than let him, he's not worth it."

Jeremy shook his head, "It's not that, I don't know what it is..."

Running a hand through Jeremy's sandy hair, Squip sighed, resting his head on top of the slightly shorter boy. "Well whatever it is, if he's gonna be a bitch, let him."

"You're right..." Jeremy agreed sighing heavily.

"Hey," Squip said softly, cupping Jeremy's face, "we'll find out what's going okay. Unlike some people, I'm always here for you."

Allowing himself a small smile, Jeremy pressed their foreheads together, "Okay. But we have to go, the last thing I want is everyone to find out I'm into dudes. I'm already enough of a loser already."

Squip smiled, leading the way out of the closet into an empty hallway. His smile widened as he thought ironically about what Jeremy had said just a few moments before. He chuckled - everyone was going to find out. 

He was counting on it.