Athazagoraphobia (Squip x Jeremy)

7. Rich Makes an Entrance

     Michael tore down the hall of Middleboro High School, tears flooding his cheeks. Images of Jeremy pressed up against Squip's body filled his mind. Couldn't Jeremy see that Squip was just using him? As soon as he took what he wanted, he'd be gone, taking the pieces of his best friend's broken heart with him. Michael wouldn't stand to see that happen. Despite Jeremy being an asshole, he couldn't let him go. He was his player two, forever and always. 

    Pure chance had led to him barging in on them. He'd been upset, wanting a place to work through his emotions without being disturbed. His favorite place behind the school had been occupied by two passionate lovers, so he decided to make for the Janitor's closet. Only to find another set of passionate... People. 

     Eyes stinging, Michael ran through the door of the school, unable to stand another second inside its walls. He knew Squip was only flirting with Jeremy to spite him, he didn't really care. Couldn't Jeremy see that?

    Apparently not.

    Michael collapsed on the front steps of the school, unable to go any further. He couldn't move. That's when the doors opened and someone sat next to him. "Sup bruh."

    It was Rich. 

    Michael turned to face him, he was wearing his usual blue tank even though it was in January. Michael could see the remnants of the burns on his arms, another reminder all that Squip had done. He shuttered, thinking of that party. Hiding in the bathroom...

    Rich didn't say anything, watching Michael space out. Finally, Michael snapped back to reality. "Hey, you hate Squips right?"

   Rich chuckled, nodding, "Yeah why?"

    Michael sighed, running a hand through his flaky hair, "Jeremy's is back, and he's as much a douche bag as he was before. I want your help to get rid of him."

    Rich grinned, extending his hand for Michael to shake, "What did you have in mind?"

-_-_-_-_-

   Squip wondered if Jeremy's math teacher actually had an degree, because his homework was ludicrous. He could do it of course, but it wasn't real math. It was a pitiful excuse of an education to brainwash innocent children. It was terrible. Squip hovered over Jeremy, examining his homework. 

   "This is awful!" he said for the seventeenth time.

    Jeremy flung his hands in the air, slamming down the sheets and leaning back in his chair, unaware that in doing so he had hit Squip in the stomach. "I give up! I can't focus with you hovering over me like this!"

   "I doubt you'd ever be able to focus with me in the room." he said sassily.

    Jeremy turned red and he hid his face in his hands. Squip threw his head back, laughing at the adorable sight of an embarrassed Jeremy.  Jeremy looked at him in shock, shaking his head. "What?" Squip said, calming down.

    "You never laughed before."

    Squip sobered at this, lowering his head. He didn't like to think about who he had been the last time he had been Jeremy's host. This time, he was going to do it the right way, only pushing Jeremy as far as he knew he could go - no more. He squatted, positioning himself so he was at Jeremy's feet. He leaned his head on Jeremy's knee, closing his eyes. "I'm not like that anymore."

   Jeremy went silent, but Squip could hear his shaky breathing. He opened his eyes, looking up at Jeremy's thin face. He was blushing, unable to meet his intense gaze. Squip smiled, sure Jeremy was a complete dork, but there was something likable about it, like a teddy bear. 

   Smile widening into a grin, Squip placed his arms on either one of Jeremy's legs, resting his head on his interlocked hands, face in the space between his legs. He knew that Jeremy was highly embarrassed at this  position, face reddening even more. Squip looked into his eyes, sighing contentedly. 

   After a few moments, Squip stood, grabbing Jeremy's arm and pulling him up. They were nose to nose.  Jeremy's mouth dropped open a few centimeters. "You never answered my question, Jere," Squip said in a quiet voice. 

   "What question?" he squeaked. 

    "Who are you gay for?"

    Jeremy shuttered, "Oh, that question. "

   He laughed awkwardly, hands flying to Squip's shoulders. Squip smiled, leaning towards him, wanting it more than he would ever admit. Jeremy's eyes flickered to the taller man's lips, licking his own. Patience dying, Squip grabbed Jeremy's hips, smashing their mouths together. 

  Fire erupted through Squip's circuits, passion surging through him as he pulled Jeremy closer to him, mouth working expertly as he sent his tongue diving into the smaller boy's throat. Yes! This was what he wanted. Jeremy stumbled backwards, hands gripping the desk behind him as Squip dominated him. Releasing a stifled moan, Jeremy regained his balance, arms wrapping around Squip's torso. 

   Hands tugging at Jeremy's shirt, the white-haired man pulled off the other's shirt, letting his fingers explore his skin. Not very muscular, but not too flabby either. Squip could correct that easily, with a few weeks time. He could feel Jeremy fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt, trying to get his shirt off and failing miserably. 

  Squip chuckled into Jeremy's mouth, about to help him out when someone barged into the room. "RICH MAKES AN ENTRANCE!"

   The two broke apart, turning to see Rich and Michael glaring at them, well, specifically Squip. Squip laughed, "What do you to losers want?" 

   Jeremy slapped his arm, glowering at him. Squip shrugged, turning back to the two boys, armed with a two liter bottle of Mountain Dew Red. He waved a hand at it, looking at Jeremy as if to say I'm not the bad guy here, see what they want to do to me? 

   Outwardly calm, internally nervous, Squip straightened his shirt, narrowing his eyes, he pointed to the deadly beverage. "And what do you think you're going to do with that?"