"You're panicking." the Squip said, his not-quite-real hands sliding down Jeremy's naked sides.
"I'm about to lose my... well, that virginity to- to you. I can be nervous if I want to." he shuddered, hands still obediently gripping his Squip's shoulders, as he'd been instructed to do, "You've got an actual body, it's really weird."
"You bought it."
"I was drunk off my ass."
He smirked, leaned forward and pressed warm lips against Jeremy's neck, "You still made the decision to purchase this for me-or for yourself, either way. You had to have expected this, even wanted it, on some level, from the very beginning, Jeremy."
He bit the skin there, worrying it between his perfectly crafted teeth until the color changed from the pale hue of a teenager who's spent too much time indoors to an irritated, rosy red.
Jeremy whined, clenched his fingers, but kept them on the Squip's shoulders, "I hate you."
"We'll have to work on your lying too," he smirked, and his hands roamed lower, cupped the obvious proof that Jeremy didn't hate him(or at least, not what he was doing), and licked beneath his jaw, "Though, even without your many tells, I know that you love this."
"This and you are totally different things." Jeremy said with a grumble, the words cut off at the end in a gasp as the Squip bit down roughly on his earlobe.
"You love that I'm the one doing this to you. I don't know why you insist on trying to lie to me, Jeremy. You're well aware that I know exactly what you're thinking." he smiled into his neck, moving his hands around and behind to pull Jeremy closer with palms cupped over his ass cheeks.
Jeremy's front pressed against the Squip, urged on by resilient, guiding hands. It was still an amazing spectacle, coming to terms with how much he could really feel like this, with a 'real' body looming over him. He'd fantasized about something like this since the first time he realized that the Squip felt what Jeremy felt. When he was horny, the squip felt it too. He wondered how that would make this experience different from being with one of his high school peers. With the Squip's ability to feed off of his growing arousal, using it to amplify his own, would it make the whole thing that much better?
"Mmm, while it means much less to me to become aroused, it certainly is helpful to know exactly what you enjoy. Pay attention. Remember what you like so that you'll know for future experiences. You'll be surprised by how much you can accomplish when you know exactly what to tell your partner in bed."
Jeremy groaned, shutting his eyes.
The Squip cocked his head curiously, staring down at Jeremy's face in assessment as he coiled devilishly clever fingers around his steadily growing erection, "You prefer me not to talk about future partners while we do this..." he said, somewhat... amazed?
No, amazed wasn't the right word. He was still just a computer program after all, made up of code and simulated ambition. It wasn't anything as emotionally invested as amazement, but maybe something closer to... scientific enamorment? He seemed to like picking Jeremy apart, exploring his emotions with his own experience in order to better understand them. Even if it was only for the purpose of furthering his own knowledge in human interactions, Jeremy got a small thrill just from thinking about being interesting enough to a super computer like the Squip for him to be 'enamored'.
"You're hopeless." the Squip murmured, but his body moved against Jeremy's in a way that wasn't completely dismissive, "You'll get yourself involved in an abusive relationship if you're so content to receive such little affection from your partners, Jeremy."
Jeremy huffed annoyedly, "You realize that makes you the abuser right?"
"We're not in a relationship, Jeremy." he snapped back, more banterful than malicious.
Right. Jeremy knew that. Of course.
Even though it was an obvious truth, it still hurt a little bit to have it so blatantly pointed out in this context.
"Sex and relationships aren't mutually exclusive Jeremy." the Squip sighed, and paused his movements to bracket both arms on either side of Jeremy's head, coming to terms with the fact that Jeremy wanted to discuss his feelings about this. He wouldn't be able to go any further if they didn't.
Jeremy pouted out his bottom lip, "I'm sorry."
"No you're not. You want to talk about these misguided feelings you have. You're only saying that you're sorry because you believe that I'm annoyed with it."
Jeremy blinked up at him, the frustrated fists he had kept at the Squip's shoulders slowly sliding down between their naked chests. One of the weird things that made the Squip body decidedly not human was the lack of any hair apart from the short tuffs on his head and face. The rest of him was unrealistically smooth and hairless.
"You're not annoyed with it?" he asked cautiously.
"Not particularly. It will be easy enough to get you horny again after you're finished. You're easily aroused."
Jeremy groaned with exasperation, "You really aren't capable of not insulting me, are you?"
"You're easy to insult. There's a lot wrong with you."
Jeremy frowned, choosing to stare and the finely crafted line of the Squip's collar bone instead of his eyes.
Above him, there was a sigh, "Talk, Jeremy."
"I don't want to talk to you. You don't actually care."
"On the contrary," he said, and lifted Jeremy's face up with curled fingers under his chin, "It's my prerogative to improve your life. Right now, talking about your feelings will do that. So I am quite invested in it."
He still pouted, "That doesn't actually make me feel any better..."
"I am not capable of the same human emotions you are, Jeremy. What you're looking for isn't something that I can provide."
"I- I know that. I mean, I do, but I can't help what I feel..."
"You can learn to control it."
He furrowed his brow, "But I don't want to. That's like... a big part of being human, almost the point of it. I want to be able to follow my heart when it tells me something."
The Squip stayed quiet, watching Jeremy carefully as he struggled with himself.
"I bet you think I'm stupid for that."
The Squip was still silent, but Jeremy saw his eyebrows skew into an expression startlingly human-looking. His thumb brushed lightly over Jeremy's cheek, and Jeremy wasn't actually sure he'd done it consciously. Though, that was stupid, because of course he'd done it intentionally. He was a supercomputer, they didn't do things subconsciously, right?
The Squip blinked, looked down at his own thumb with an affronted frown, then at Jeremy's helplessly hopeful eyes.
"Your feelings aren't entirely without merit, I suppose. That doesn't make them stupid, just mildly irritating." he sighed yet again, "It would be more productive to discontinue this line of thinking though, Jeremy. It's not at all in your best interests to have... feelings for me. You should be focusing on your feelings for Christine or Michael. Those are both relationships you could actually pursue."
"That's not- Wait, why couldn't we?" he asked, blithering, more out of frustration and curiosity than out of any actual want for a relationship with him-it-the Squip.
Eyes already sharp enough to cut glass narrowed at him, made him feel like he was dumb for even asking, "You mean besides the fact that I'm not real? I won't age either. Should some part of our relationship sour, you wouldn't be able to make a clean break. I'd be in your head. You would have no secrets, and the ability to keep secrets from your partner is a crucial part of what makes relationships last so long."
Jeremy frowned, holding up his hands, "Hold on, no it isn't. Not having secrets is how you keep a relationship together."
"You would know." The Squip huffed, and Jeremy glared at him.
"Hey."
"Which of us has the better intel here, Jeremy?"
"You're being even more irritating than usual!"
"I would only be worse as a partner."
"I'm not asking to be your- for you to be my- Jesus, why is it so hard to talk to you? You're in my head, you know what I'm thinking, I shouldn't even have to say it."
The Squip's face remained neutral, "Yet another point on my list-"
"God, just... stop talking. I get it. Whatever. I don't even... I don't even know what a relationship with you would look like. It's not like... we couldn't really go on dates, could we?"
The Squip paused, "Actually, I suppose that would be the easy part now. You bought me a body. As long as I was to stay within five feet of you, we could go anywhere."
"I-" Jeremy blinked. He'd actually forgotten for a moment that the figure leaning over him was... fleshy in his hands and not just a hologram. The bastard did have a body now, he was right. As long as they stayed within five feet of each other... "We could actually go on dates..."
The Squip flicked his nose, yet another reminder that he could do shit like that now, "You're off track again. We were in the middle of discussing why that's a horrible idea."
Jeremy caught his hand before he could poke at his face again, "Don't I need practice, anyway?"
The Squip sighed, frowning pointedly at Jeremy, "You could practice with a girl at your school. Honing your skills while also moving up the social ladder. That's what I had planned for you."
"I'm too nervous to actually talk to girls yet anyway, though..."
"A date with me wouldn't change that." he said back, and narrowed his eyes, like Jeremy was trying to manipulate him and the squip was catching on. "You can't manipulate me, Jeremy, and I am catching on. You're trying to bribe me."
"Please? Just one? Then I'll shut up." he smirked for a second, then quickly added, "It would definitely improve my life, if nothing else."
He was quiet for a moment, staring at Jeremy with some consideration before finally letting out a relenting sigh, "Very well. One date. But that's it, Jeremy."
Jeremy's smile was wide and dazzling, and the Squip immediately tapped his cheek with his index finger, "Remember that facial expression. You can use it in the future to get what you want."
He guffawed in a chuckle of startled disbelief, "Are you saying you like my smile?"
"It was a charming look," he said, only somewhat iritably, and tried to distract Jeremy by moving a hand down to cup his (now)soft, naked cock. Jeremy gasped, the Squip smirked, "expressions like that can be utilized to make getting what you want easier. You're not a 'manly' man, so the 'cute' look is really all you have going for you. Use it."
Jeremy made a noise, shutting his eyes and breathing a little heavier as the hand cleverly stroking him back to hardness twisted on one particular pull. He turned his face into the arm of the hand planted beside his head, the one holding the Squip up and over him to loom like a hungry predator.
An amused chuckle rumbled out above him, "You shouldn't be so excited to be prey."
"Oh my god, don't say it like that!"
The Squip licked at his neck, teasingly nipping along the line of his throat like the very carnivore Jeremy was imagining him to be. His hand worked a little faster, teeth scraped the tender skin with just a little more pressure, and Jeremy was quickly reduced to semi-desperate writhing. He put his hands back against the squip's chest, pushing slightly and opening his mouth to let him know he was about to lose it. Just a little more and he-
A tight circle of fingers looped suddenly around his base, making Jeremy yelp and open his eyes, "Wh- what?!"
"While we're here we can work on your self control. You get worked up fast and far too easily. You need to learn how to hold out a little longer. As your partner, I haven't even gotten to start and you're already about to cum, it's off putting."
Jeremy squirmed, "I'm sorry, but... please, I really need to- it's right there."
"Wait, Jeremy." the squip said tersely, and reached down to pull himself out of the casual jeans his model had come with, "You were looking to lose your virginity tonight, weren't you? It'll be far better if you're not already spent."
Jeremy whimpered with frustration, looking down at the Squip's hand, leisurely working his own cock as he watched Jeremy bite his lip.
God, why did every bit of him have to be so perfect? It just wasn't fair.
The Squip grinned, and Jeremy sharply exhaled when he saw the dick in his hand twitch while he stroked.
He got off on that? Oh my god, he got off on that!
"I will admit to finding a certain appeal in hearing how perfect I am." the Squip smirked, "It's a part of my character design. I'm meant to seek out perfection. You can't really blame me."
Jeremy laughed a little, and on a whim, lifted his arms to wrap around the Squip's neck, "I'm not blaming you, I'm just excited."
"Because you think you've found a weakness of mine."
"Because I've found something you actually like." Jeremy reiterated.
The Squip hummed, expression odd, hand stilling for a moment before he jerked his head over to the side, "Your lube. Get it."
Jeremy's eyes widened a little but he obeyed, rolling over onto his stomach to lean over the bed, legs still trapped beneath the Squip, as he reached around underneath for his lube. It wasn't exactly hidden, but Jeremy didn't have a bedside drawer and there was no way he was going to just leave a bottle of lube next to his lamp. When his fingers finally bumped against the cool plastic of the tube. He let out a victorious, "Ah hah!" and grabbed it, but the bottle almost fell out of his hand again when he realized the Squip had shifted behind him and was already moving on to the next step.
Something warm, wet, and budded began prodding between his cheeks and Jeremy gave out a startled, wet, cry before slapping his free hand over his mouth. He got the lube up onto the bed, let it go, and gripped the end of the bed like his very life depended on it. "What-"
The Squip mumbled something about 'good experience to have' against his skin, barely finishing the sentence before diving right back in, voice now muffled against Jeremy's backside.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
He keened, surging backward of all things when his tongue finally popped past the rim and wormed around inside. It was an alien feeling, new and intense, but not exactly bad. Jeremy found himself moaning, pressing back, dropping his head into the mattress and gasping as he started to relax a little more, his body adjusting and accommodating to the new sensation without his consent. He only realized he'd been drooling a little bit when his cheek rubbed into the wet patch on his sheets.
"S-" he groaned, "God, do you have a name? It- it feels weird to call you Squip in bed-"
The Squip pulled back, "I don't have a name. I wasn't designed for that. You're not meant to need to call out anything in bed for me."
Jeremy moaned again, feeling a little open and empty now that he'd taken his tongue away. The air now felt cool against the wet skin there... Jeremy was eager to change the subject in his brain.
"Is there no way to tell you apart from... from other Squips then?"
"Of course there is. My model number is 61-2004-2015"
"Okay, but that's not- I want-"
"I know what you want," the Squip said, and leaned over Jeremy until his chest was pressed flat against his back, "but I have nothing to offer you. You could work off of the original human model-"
"I'm not calling you Keanu Reeves." he said decisively.
The Squip actually chuckled. That was... new. Oh God, Jeremy could feel the vibration of his laughter against his back.
Teeth bit into the lobe of his ear, making Jeremy jump and unintentionally press back against the Squip's rather sizeable erection. Another rumble of quiet laughter, "Telling your male partner that he's big will never be an unwelcome compliment in bed, Jeremy."
"You're almost scarily big." he blurbed out immediately, "Shit, is that- was that the design?"
The Squip ground forward, mouth falling away from his ear and against the bit of skin where neck connected to shoulder, "These models were designed with perfection in mind, what people found most appealing and would look up to in terms of a mentor. Sizeable genitalia is definitely something to be looked up to."
Jeremy groaned, tilting his head back so that the Squip could mouth up the line of his neck. He was so distracted with the dual sensations of that and the rutting against his ass that he was surprised to hear the cap of his lube snap open, and the tell-tale squirt of liquid coming out. The Squip moved back just enough to accommodate for his hand, now probing gently at Jeremy's hole, but only just. He was still intoxicatingly close, breathing against Jeremy's back, forehead pressed to his spine. Two fingers went in right away, and Jeremy squealed.
The Squip hummed with satisfaction, "Your reactions are good, arousing, but only for a male partner. You really will need a female experience to go with this one, Jeremy."
Jeremy wailed as the fingers delved deeper, curling after they were buried to the knuckle and hitting a spot that sent jolts of pleasure up his body.
"I'm able to find your prostate on the first try with ease, but keep in mind that's not a common thing amongst unknowledgeable human partners."
Jeremy buried his face again, shoulders tensing and deciding it wasn't worth speaking when he knew the Squip would hear his thoughts anyway. He projected his words as hard as he could, You weren't going to talk about future partners while we did this.
The Squip added another finger and Jeremy's head snapped up with a gasp, the next breath being sucked in through his teeth. Most of it felt good, but that deep burn where the third stretched had him hesitating.
"It'll stop hurting soon, and most people only go to three fingers before they enter... but I'll be giving you four." he said, and licked at the back of Jeremy's neck soothingly, "I also never said I wouldn't be talking about your future relations, I merely acknowledged your dislike of it."
Jeremy wanted to pout, but the Squip's fingers curled inward again and all Jeremy's mouth was capable of at the moment was dropping open to moan rather loudly. He whined, squirmed, and craned his neck to try and look over his shoulder, overcome with an even heavier surge of arousal at the sight he was met with.
His hair was damp at the corners, eyes a little lidded. The Squip stared back at Jeremy with a look he'd never seen him wear before. It was so lust driven, dark and wanting, it stole his breath away and made him shiver. His chest fucking glowed with the glazed sheen of sweat that overwhelmed it, it was unreal.
"You can sweat." he said dumbly, and dropped his head back down when the next thrust of fingers came in hard.
The Squip drew his fingers out so fast Jeremy jokingly wondered if he could get whiplash from something like that. He scooted closer, face back near Jeremy's and one arm snaking down around his torso to hold him close and in place. He grunted against Jeremy's equally sweaty (if not a little more so) skin, and his voice was so deep Jeremy thought he might actually be able to drown in it.
"This body is designed to produce a sweat-like substance whenever it begins any form of physical labour that might make a human sweat." the tip of his cock touched to Jeremy's hole, "The goal was to appear normal to any unsuspecting onlookers." he rested his forehead against Jeremy's shoulder and he could feel that 'sweat-like substance' cool his own, heated skin, "It would look rather odd to see someone working out and not sweating. It's made for public training and-"
"Oh my God, stop talking and please just-"
The Squip pushed in fast and hard, too fast and hard actually, and Jeremy screamed just a little bit.
"That was your fault," the Squip huffed, and bit down roughly into his shoulder for good measure, "your desperation was too high. I couldn't control it, I needed to..."
Jeremy forgot the Squip could feel what he was feeling... that sexual desperation... he knew he'd been needy, he hadn't known it was that bad.
The Squip groaned and shifted his hips, "It-" a low growl tumbled out of his throat and against the sore teeth marks on Jeremy's skin. It was so deliciously dirty that Jeremy found himself grinding backward, wanting more. More movement, more depth, closer, harder, whatever else he could get, just more.
The Squip pulled out and slammed back in, harder and deeper, "Stop that." he chided, and brought the arm up from around Jeremy's torso until long fingers could curl around the front of his neck.
They retracted as quickly as they came and the Squip practically barked at him, "For God's sake, stop it!"
Jeremy was panting, "I can't! I- I need-"
"Think of something else!" The Squip snapped, and drove his hips forward again, this time forgetting to pause in between thrusts and continuing in a somewhat frantic pattern.
Jeremy couldn't think of anything else. In fact, he could hardly think of anything at all. He was a drooling, sweaty and aroused mess, able to do nothing else but push back against each of the Squip's desperate thrusts, open up his neck to more assault and willingly tip his head back when his hair was pulled and the Squip kissed him. He'd been dying for a kiss, he realized, and this was the dirtiest thing he could have asked for.
Jeremy loved it.
It was over far too quickly, Jeremy's youthful willpower dying out fast as he spilled across the sheets. Behind him, the Squip groaned out, long and throaty and his hips stuttered.
Oh God, he'd totally felt Jeremy's orgasm hadn't he?
The Squip fucked faster after that, driving home again and again right against his prostate until Jeremy thought he was going to cum again without even having gotten hard, body limp and heavy as a sack of potatoes. All he could do was lay there and take it, the abuse to his prostate and the pleasure that made his eyes roll and the most unflattering, guttural of moans come flooding past his open mouth, each one punched out of him without his consent.
The Squip kept going until Jeremy did, in fact, cum again, finally pulling out and rolling over to Jeremy's side. Jeremy whimpered, wanting to cuddle up to his side for no real reason at all, just felt like he needed the contact of it, and the Squip, feeling generous, let him.
It was only afterword, once they'd come down and Jeremy was breathing alright again, the sweat cooled on his skin and his heart rate back to its normal rhythm, that he lifted his head, "Did you-?"
The Squip groaned, "This body wasn't designed for that." he said, and Jeremy noted that he almost seemed a little frustrated, though he supposed he would be too, "But I felt your orgasms just as well as you did, if that makes you feel any better."
"Yeah." he huffed, "Hell, if it was as brain-fritzing for you as it was for me I'm totally satisfied with that."
A little smirk, and the Squip closed his eyes, "Go to sleep now. You're tired and need to get at least 8.5 hours of rest if you want to avoid bags under your eyes at school tomorrow."
Jeremy grinned, tucked himself in a little closer to the body next to him, and let himself fall asleep.
He woke up to the Squip shoving his laptop at him, the most excitingly determined expression on his face as he practically shouted, "Order this!"
Jeremy blinked wearily, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked at the webpage with a fuzzy gaze, "Is that- what the hell?"
"You can order artificial semen for these models. A new addition. It's meant for realism for teaching purposes, and it's exactly what we need. I was frustrated you didn't get to feel the simulation of an actual climax from your partner last night. This will change that."
Jeremy was wide awake now, and gulped nervously, "You mean, we'll be doing that again?"
The Squip grinned, "Of course. I still have a lot more to teach you, after all." he leaned a little closer, his smirk widening when Jeremy's pupils dilated, "Buy it, Jeremy."
His finger tapped the add to cart button before Jeremy had even managed to look away from that mischievously promising leer.
So... I initially planned on making this a simple, smutty two-parter... but then I realized that there is so much for this idea to run with. First of all being that date plan that totally wrote itself in, I swear. I may end up pulling this out into a longer story, though I think I'll be doing it in installments, one idea at a time. I'll make a series or something and just keep adding oneshots as new ideas hit me. Next will be the date~ for certain, then maybe something involving that "we've got to get you experience with a female" idea where the Squip totally gets unintentionally jealous and doesn't know how to handle it, and after that I have some more ideas I think I may keep secret for now. ;)