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Squip sat on the edge of the bed, lips curled into a coy smile as they patted the space next to them.
"Aren't you coming to bed, Jeremy?"
Jeremy balked at the suggestion. "B-but I... Uh, you mean with you?" If his voice didn't betray his nervousness his face, which burned hotter than the sun, certainly did.
"You don't sleep anywhere else, do you?"
"That's not what I meant."
"What did you mean?" Squip asked. He tilted his head towards him, eyebrows raised in mock confusion. Their smile didn't dwindle.
Jeremy wanted to melt into the carpet. "Nevermind. Forget I said anything."
Asking Squip to go away felt wrong, somehow. Jeremy owned him now, after all, and it wasn't as if he had anywhere to go or something to do. Squip had been literal trash 24 hours ago, a damaged android intended for recycling. Squip didn't remember anything about their previous owner but maybe this was something he was used to. Maybe they'd always slept together.
Innocently.
Fully clothed.
In corpse position.
Maybe Squip was just fucking with him. Maybe this was just some elaborate joke. How else could he explain finding such an expensive android, naked, in the dumpster? All of the damage had been easy to fix. None of Jeremy's clothes had fit Squip's slender but tall form. He wouldn't put it past Rich to try to humiliate him. This could be a scam. He'd wake up in the morning robbed blind. Squip could be stolen and he'd be charged with a felony. He should have listened to Michael and left Squip where he’d found him.
Squip turned towards him on the bed and rolled onto his side, head propped in his hand. His black hair fell into his face, partially obscuring his growing pout. Jeremy’s heart fluttered a little at the sight. They were cute. And naked. Still naked.
"Why are you just standing there? Hurry up."
This was a really bad idea.
Jeremy was going to do it anyway.
“Sorry,” Jeremy mumbled. He walked quickly to the bed, making sure not to look anywhere below Squip’s shoulders, and flung himself into it. Jeremy curled onto his side, back towards Squip. “Night!”
“Do you always sleep with your shoes on?”
“I… no.” That’s right. He hadn’t undressed at all. Squip probably thought he was an idiot. Jeremy wouldn’t argue.
He heard Squip move behind him. “I’ll take care of it for you, then.”
Before Jeremy could protest Squip had moved to his side of the bed and began untying his shoes. He slipped off each one and placed them neatly on the floor, followed by his socks, which were thrown into the hamper across the room. He felt like a two year old, incapable of undressing himself.
“You don’t need to…”
Squip ignored him. Suddenly his shirt was gone and Jeremy’s mouth was now too dry to say anything else. The tips of Squip’s fingers lingered on his chest for a moment, then slid down his stomach to the button of his pants. Jeremy bit his lip and avoided eye contact. He’d barely been touched at all and Jeremy was already feeling hot and bothered. It was pathetic, honestly. Why did he have to be such a virgin?
Jeremy pulled the covers up to his chin as soon as his pants were gone, hoping to conceal his embarrassment and growing arousal. “Thanks. Goodnight. Again.”
Squip stared at him. Jeremy blushed.
“W-what?”
“I told you I’ll take care of you.”
“That’s technically not what you actually said- Hey, wait!”
Squip peeled the covers away from him and laid beside him. His hand slid into his boxers and grazed against his erection. Jeremy gasped, more in surprise than anything else, and grabbed onto Squip’s arm. He hid his face in the pillow.
“You don’t h-have to do that.”
Squip’s hand pulled away and Jeremy exhaled in equal parts relief and utter disappointment. Squip’s hand cupped his chin and lifted his head up to face him. He didn’t think someone could look so serious and flirty at the same time. Their thumb grazed his lower lip. His voice was a purr. “I want to.”
Jeremy made a very unsexy, strangled whine but it died quickly when Squip kissed him. His lips were warm, soft, and inviting. He pressed into it, desperate, as if he’d been holding his breath the last two decades of his life. Squip’s hand returned to his boxers and stroked him slowly.
“Are you always this tense?” Squip’s hand left his erection to tenderly brush his inner thigh. Jeremy shivered at the touch.
“I never, uh, done this before…” Jeremy wondered how pathetic he’d be to beg Squip to keep touching him.
Squip looked unimpressed. “That’s not a surprise.”
“I-” Jeremy didn’t think it was possible to blush this much. His stomach clenched a little and he looked up at Squip, indigent. “Yeah, well, you’re just a robot, what do you know?”
“More than you, clearly.” Squip stroked him again, faster this time, and Jeremy’s hips moved with it as he moaned. It felt better than masturbation ever did and he certainly wasn’t inexperienced at that. Squip kissed his shoulder, and his neck, then peppered along his jaw. “If I’d known you were a virgin I would have gone about this differently,” he hummed. “Perhaps started with hand holding.”
“Sh-shut up.” Jeremy looked away in annoyance. Somehow the feeling made him even more aroused.
“Is that what you consider pillow talk?”
Jeremy grunted. “I-if you don’t shut up I’ll… I’ll fuck you instead.”
“Oh?” Squip’s hand slowed to a painful crawl. “If you think you can handle it, by all means.”
The smirk on Squip’s face was infuriating. Jeremy sat up and shoved him roughly against the mattress, knees between Squip’s legs, hands firm on his shoulders. Squip looked at him, surprised, but slipped into something more smug.
”Go ahead, Jeremy. Fuck me.”
Jeremy kissed him, roughly this time, as he abandoned his boxers. Squip moaned against his mouth, then moaned again louder when he quickly thrust into him. He moved frantically at first, gripping Squip’s hips tight enough to bruise, but Squip moved with him regardless. He heard Squip moan his name. Their hands slipped up his chest and pinched his nipples, then rubbed them gently. A shiver trailed up his spine and Jeremy moved his hips faster, until Squip wrapped their legs around him.
“Jeremy… Jeremy, oh.”
The neediness in Squip’s voice pushed him over the edge and Jeremy came inside him with Squip following immediately after. He collapsed against Squip’s chest, breath shuddering.
He forgot what he’d been so upset about.
Jeremy closed his eyes while Squip’s fingers moved slowly through his hair, full of bliss. He’d just had sex, for the first time, with someone exceedingly hot, and they’d actually wanted him. It didn’t matter if Squip was an android, really. He didn’t think it could have been anymore real with someone without mechanical parts. He’d had all that anxiety earlier for nothing…
Squip was quiet for so long that he wondered if he’d fallen asleep. Could androids sleep? Did they need to? Jeremy opened his eyes again to find Squip watching him oddly. Jeremy hesitated. It almost looked as if Squip was going to cry.
“Squip, are you okay? Did I… Did I hurt you? I, uh, didn’t mean to hurt you, shit, I’m sorry.” He was about to sit up but Squip kissed him softly instead.
“No, you didn’t hurt me.” Squip shifted so his chest was against his back. An arm slipped securely around his middle. “I’m much sturdier than I look.”
“Okay.” Jeremy smothered the smoldering concern in favor of melting into the embrace. He didn’t have the energy to do otherwise. Squip kissed his hair and Jeremy relaxed himself into the pillows to sleep.
Maybe this had been a good idea after all.
He could get used to this.