Athazagoraphobia (Squip x Jeremy)

11. Can't Help Falling in Love

*Warning: This chapter contains sexual content that may be unsuitable for some readers*

   Squip brushed his hands off as he walked away from Rich and Michael, tired of being around the two annoying teenagers. He knew Jeremy would be out of class soon, and wasn't going to waste anymore time with foreplay. He was going to make sure everyone knew that Jeremy was his. Whatever Michael and Rich were planning, it didn't matter, he'd deal with it later. 

Jeremy walked out of his class room a few minutes later, smiling to himself. Squip grinned at him, running over and grabbing his ass roughly. Jeremy blushed deeply. "Squip! What the hell?"

Squip didn't respond, pressing his lips to Jeremy's. Jeremy groaned, wrapping his arms around his neck. Squip poked his tongue through his cracked mouth, exploring the inside. He ran a hand through Jeremy's greasy hair, taking a mental note to make him take a shower. 

He began pressing himself against him, pushing Jeremy towards the nearest wall. Jeremy let out a small sound, pressing his hips against Squip. The larger man smiled into the kiss, pulling back slightly. "Let's say you skip the rest of school and we can..." he ran a hand down his chest, "have some fun."

Jeremy could barely nod as Squip pulled him impossibly close to him, eyes glowing red for a flicker of a second before they disappeared with a loud pop. Jeremy sat up, realizing he was in his own bedroom. His eyes widened. He watched as Squip pushed him down onto the bed, crawling on top of him, evil grin plastered on his face. Jeremy squeaked, head tossing back when Squip began to grind their hips together, releasing a small moan at the beautiful friction. 

Leaning down, he pressed their lips together, legs positioned in a frog-like way as he kept their hips locked together. Jeremy moaned loudly, unable to help himself - this was so much better than anything he'd ever done before. Squip's cold, almost electrically charged hands slid down his chest to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off unceremoniously. Soft lips pressed against his neck, the same cold fingers now exploring his skinny torso. 

Jeremy couldn't move, too entranced by the distribution of love bites and the grinding of their crotches against each other. He couldn't help but whimper helplessly as Squip touched him, sliding down his body so he could easily access the fly of his jeans. He looked up sticky hair falling in his face. Squip met his gaze, dark hair hiding on of his eyes, the blue orb visible to him was dilated with a hungry lust. He squeaked when he harshly unzipped his pants, pulling the jeans down, struggling to get them off of Jeremy while on top of him. Squip pulled off his own shirt, giving up on Jeremy being assertive enough to do it for him. 

Staring at the dented boxers, Squip moved a hand directly on top of his dick, rubbing it through the fabric of Jeremy's underpants. Jeremy closed his eyes, too lost in the heat and friction to think straight. To think at all, really. 

Squip laughed, a deep resonant sound that sent shivers down Jeremy's sweaty spine. He groaned, lifting his hips slightly as Squip continued to rub him. Before Jeremy could register what happened, he was completely naked. 

Jeremy wished he could open his eyes to view the larger man's chiseled body, but was unable to move as Squip's hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing up and down slowly. "Do you have lube?" Squip asked in a rough, husky voice. 

Jeremy could only manage to point to his desk, towards the lotion he usually used for masturbating. Squip climbed over him, knee against his crotch, dangerously close to his nuts. Any closer and he'd crush them. 

But Squip didn't, gracefully getting the lube and plopping back down on top of Jeremy, giving him a hot, open-mouthed kiss before rubbing his cock with a lotion-covered hand. Legs on either side of Jeremy, ass planted on his thighs. He ran a hand up and down his rather small length. Using what was left of his strength, his whole body feeling like jelly, Jeremy sat up, wrapping his arms around Squip's neck to keep himself aloft. 

Jeremy stared into the black haired man's techno blue eyes, panting heavily as Squip continued to pump him up and down. Feeling bold all of a sudden, the teenager leaned to kiss Squip, mouth half-open. Squip instantly kissed back, practically eating his face, his tongue wrapping around Jeremy's.

Before Jeremy could take a breath, he felt the familiar sensation charging through his stomach and downward. He moaned into Squip's mouth as he came onto the man's hand. "Oh shit!" he said, resting his forehead on Squip's. "I didn't mean to do that..."

Squip laughed, using his other hand to bring Jeremy's arms to his waist. "Touch me, Jeremy."

He gulped, heat ripening on his cheeks. Squip guided Jeremy's hand to the buttons on his black pants, nodding as the smaller man fumbled with them. He pulled both jeans and briefs down far enough to be out of the way. He stared at Squip's very erect cock. He met his eyes shyly. "What do I do?"

Chuckling, Squip brought his fingers, still coated in Jeremy's cum, to his own dick, touching himself. He moaned, throwing his head back, "Mmm... Like that."

Jeremy tried recall what he would do to his own cock during his masturbation sessions. But this wasn't his dick, this was another person's penis. He'd known for a while he was gay, but he'd never actually done anything to another man. Biting his wet lips, he carefully put a hand on the erection, rubbing it up and down in the way he'd felt Squip do it. 

From the sounds coming from Squip, he must be doing it properly. Gaining confidence, he began to pump faster, grinning happily. Using his own semen as lubrication. Lips pressing to Squip's neck, sucking rather poorly as his mind was bad at multitasking, he kept going. Squip cried out in a small voice, spurting all over himself and Jeremy's hand. 

Squip sighed, slouching against the wall. "Cum towel?"

Jeremy searched around, finding a bath towel, giving it to Squip sheepishly. The man laughed, shrugging as he cleaned them off, pulling his pants back on, grabbing his shirt. Jeremy got dressed as well, curling up in Squip's lap. He smiled up at him. "That was pretty great."

"You moan like a little girl." Squip said, raising an eyebrow. 

"Shut up."

Squip wrapped an arm around him, holding the teen as close to him as possible. "It's cute."

Jeremy blushed, burying his face in Squip's shirt. He breathed in his clean smell, sighing heavily. "I love you."

Squip froze. Once again, he couldn't believe Jeremy had the audacity to say such a thing. "Don't say that, Jeremy. Please."

"Oh..." Jeremy didn't know what he'd done, but didn't want to ruin what they'd started. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

Squip cut him off with a kiss, not wanting to explain himself to Jeremy.