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Jeremy hadn’t really expected an answer when he first messaged Squip. 

Not that he'd known them as Squip at the time. There was only CosmicLight, that cam model who did sci-fi themed shows and took so much care with wardrobe and setting that it almost looked like an old studio production. Knowing that it was just a room in their house made it even more charming and impressive.

Jeremy himself had not started camming that long ago, although he was not a complete newbie anymore either. It hadn't been his first choice, or second, or, well, he'd rather be doing something else really, but all the jobs he’d taken had been either too temporary or ended up badly in one way or another. At least with this one he got to make his own schedules and no one yelled at him. His high libido was finally useful for something instead of a permanent source of frustration. He had managed to attract a small audience, a few regulars, not many or of the the super well paying kind, but regular enough to keep him afloat, and make him feel a little confident. Which wasn’t all that confident really, but it was still a nice feeling, considering how worthless and overwhelmed most social interaction made him feel. 

So he wasn’t quite sure what had come over him to message CosmicLight, asking if they would be interested in a collaboration. He had expected to be ignored, or maybe a straight up ‘no’. What he had not expected was for his show to be called weak, for the huge difference between their rankings to be pointed out, and to be told that he should ‘get an upgrade’. It’d surprised so much that, instead of getting depressed, he’d promptly replied 'And how am I supposed to do that, oh wise one?'. Immediately followed by an apology, of course. He didn’t mean to be rude or an idiot or, oh God, what had he done. 

But Squip replied again.

‘This is not a charity. If you want advice, come to my show tomorrow and buy a private session with me.’

Having nothing to lose (except perhaps money and dignity), Jeremy had done just that. 

Squip kept their short black latex dress on for their private session, but their entire demeanor was completely different from the show Jeremy had just watched. The look Squip gave him reminded Jeremy of a particularly awful teacher from film school, infamous for getting students to cry during critique. Intimidation and excitement mixed in Jeremy’s insides. When Squip asked what he wanted to be called, he just blurted out his real name.

“Tell me, why did you choose name ‘Peachy’?”

“I, hm, t-though it was cute…?” Jeremy said, tentatively. Squip’s silence forced him to go on. “Had, a, a funny s-summery vibe… And the, uh, the peach emoji kinda looks, um, l-like a butt, so I thought it'd be appropriate...”

“That’s it?”

“Um…”

“What was that?”

“There's um, Princess Peach, you know, the character from Super Mario games...”

“So you like video games.” Squip said, expression serious. Jeremy couldn’t believe he was about to have to defend himself for that. He’d seen Squip lick a collectible light-saber before, it’s not like he was the only nerd here. (Not that video games or Star Wars weren’t completely mainstream these days, but anyways.) Before Jeremy could put any of these thoughts into speech though, Squip spoke again. “Use it.”

“Huh?”

“Use your interests. You think ‘Peachy’ is cute, you like video games, go for some cute gamer aesthetic. Decorate your room. Cosplay sexy versions of popular characters. Get a controller, make up a game where you’re a character your audience can type certain commands which will lead you to do certain actions. Keep track of what level you’re in, level up from show to show, announce there's a prize in the end. Find your niche. There is a lot of competition out there, Jeremy. Some models will do anything and barely get paid, others won’t even get naked and still get to the top. You need a business plan. And you can start by making your shows unique instead of the generic and uninspired performances you’ve been doing until now.”

It was a lot to suddenly take in. Jeremy eventually managed a small “b-but…” that was immediately interrupted.

“But what, Jeremy?”

“W-won’t people, uh, be put off with that?” Jeremy said, making an effort not to show how the ‘generic and uninspired’ accusation made him feel. “Not everyone l-likes that kind of stuff, or wants to see it in a, um, in a sexy context…”

“Not everyone likes sexy and sometimes pornographic speculative fiction either and here I am.”

“Yeah, b-but, you have a big audience… I can’t really afford to lose m-mine…”

“Yes, it’s likely that you’ll lose a chunk of your audience. Your audience of generic freeloaders who will at most spend a few bucks to watch a cute boy stick some dil-“

“H-hey, that’s, it’s, it’s not like that’s the only thing I do…!” Jeremy interrupted, blushing in embarrassment and frustration, without failing to notice that Squip had sort of called him cute, even though they were clearly criticizing him. “And, hm, you don’t know my-“

“But I can imagine it. Listen, you don’t want to please a generic faceless crowd. You want to get real regulars who won’t think of you as a cheap or free commodity. The ones who are always there, who will be sad if they can’t make a show. The ones who’ll tip you and buy you gifts, who’ll stick up for you because they're your guys. The ones who will make requests to you, who will tell you about their day, because you’re the one who can provide what they need, you’re the one who they feel comfortable around. You want real connections. It’s all a business, of course. But the connections are real.”

Jeremy just stared at them in silence for a while, digesting it all. 

Squip smiled, pensive, and then seductive. Crossed their legs, the gap between the thigh-high boots and the short dress perfectly visible now. “Why don’t I coach you for while? I’ve been bored lately, could use a little project. And then we can talk about that collaboration.”

It was… condescending, the way they suggested it. But also alluring. 

 

***

 

Squip was intense. Made him keep a schedule, demanded work. Constant calls and texting, guiding him, keeping tabs on his progress. Teaching him little tricks of what to do and how to act in certain situations, how to dress and how and when to undress. How to keep talking and be entertaining, how to not give away everything in one session, so that they’d keep coming back for more. Jeremy sent them a lot of selfies as well. Some were requested, some were of his own initiative, and constructive criticism mixed with flirtation in Squip's comments. Or at least Jeremy hoped Squip was flirting with him. It was hard for him to tell given the nature of the job. 

It was a lot of work. They’d even made Jeremy start doing some basic sewing and get a hot glue gun to make homemade decorations after Jeremy had made it clear he was on a budget. But whenever he complained, Squip managed to talk him back into it. There was something about Squip’s voice and the way he spoke that was ridiculously seductive, not just in a sexual way, but also in a way that made Jeremy feel like he could actually achieve things. He was glad Squip was not trying to scam him, he’d probably fall for that too.

 

***

 

Jeremy.” He loved it when Squip said his name. Which happened a lot, more than what he considered normal in conversation with other people. He wondered if he was special or if that was just how Squip talked. How different would their voice be in real life? ”Just keep doing as I tell you and everything about you is going to be wonderful. I already have some ideas for our future collaboration. Aren’t you looking forward to it?

More than that, Jeremy was looking forward to meeting them. He wanted to meet Squip so bad. But as time went on, the possibilities of it happening seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. It was almost cruel to have made him believe he could ever become good enough. He could never be like Squip, to have their charisma, or showmanship, or to look so good. Maybe he was just meant to be a generic cam boy, like he’d been a generic everything in his life, and Squip had just been wasting their time. Plenty of times he’d thought of calling them to inform there was no point in going on. He was tired, this was too much work, Squip was free. 

The only thing stopping him from doing it was knowing that Squip would be angry. Which was also the thing. How much time Squip had spent on him willingly, how much effort they’d put into making Jeremy better. Jeremy had never felt that someone cared this much about what he did in his life before and he found he liked the attention very much.

He thought of Squip calling him sexy, which had already happened a few times outside of his fantasies. Smiled as he started touching himself, thinking not of their shows or of the prospect of collaboration, but about how Squip would be in private. How much of what they seemed to like on camera was real? Would they enjoy being with Jeremy, if no one was watching? Kissing Jeremy? Having sex with Jeremy? He never really managed to have sex the way he wanted. Girls were never interested in him, and when he'd started hooking up with guys, the only ones he seemed to attract always wanted him to bottom, and he’d always been too much of a pushover to suggest anything else. It wasn’t that he minded, it wasn’t bad sex (in fact, it was amazing to feel wanted, for someone who used to think he’d die a virgin), except that he did mind a little, he wanted to try something different. And the idea of fucking Squip, maybe rough, maybe soft, romantic, kissing them all over, made Jeremy moan as he kept stroking himself.

 

***

 

"So, I guess it'll be you coming over." Squip said casually over the phone one day, after Jeremy agreed ‘space explorer gets captured by a sexy alien’ was a good scenario.

"Right." 

I was expecting a bit more excitement. You still want to do this, don’t you, Jeremy?

“I, I am! I mean, I do!” Jeremy practically yelled in response, blushing at the short laughter from the other side. 

The collaboration became even more real when they decided upon a date, which both advertised in their respective room. Jeremy couldn’t help but stutter and blush as he made the announcement the first time, but according to the stream chat his excited nervousness was very cute. Most of his fans didn’t know Squip, but they all wanted to see their boy get some action. ‘Their boy’. A part of Jeremy felt very odd about it, but the other was proud. This was what he and Squip worked for, wasn’t it.  

It was definitely paying better too. He’d finally managed to get some games from his wish-list and that silly (awesome) Space Invaders carpet for his room that he’d been making eyes at for years but had never had an excuse to spend money on.

He should probably get something for Squip too, to thank them, to be a good visitor. After a while of staring at the blank search bar on his screen, he realized Squip knew a lot more about him than he did about Squip. It was slightly worrying. You’re the gift yourself, said a voice in the back of his mind, and he hid his face in his hands. This recent success was clearly messing up with his brain. But did he hope that Squip would like him… Not like-like him, although, well, he certainly wanted that as well, but for now just getting along would be fine… 


***


Jeremy couldn’t sleep.

He rolled around in bed, feeling like a teenager all over again. Oh, who was he kidding, it’s not as if turning twenty had cured him from rolling around in bed into early morning hours whenever he was very nervous about a particular event. He needed to sleep, Squip would certainly be angry if he looked tired the next day. Or even worse, disappointed. Jeremy hadn’t even managed to get them a gift.

But he was going to meet Squip. In their house. And the first thing they were going to do upon meeting was some sort of sexual activity. On camera.

How was he supposed to sleep. 


***


'I’m here!' read Jeremy’s message, sent five whole minutes after arriving. It was earlier than the arranged hour, meaning it was okay to take his time, except for the possibly creep factor of standing in front of someone else’s door for as long as he had. He was so nervous, hands fidgeting, heart feeling like it was ready to jump out. It felt unreal, this whole process. He was about to ring the doorbell, just in case Squip didn’t see his text, but the door opened before he got the chance.

“Hello, Jeremy.” Squip was even prettier live. Taller too. A charming smile on their lips, looking Jeremy in the eye for the first time, gorgeous even in casual clothes as opposed to the fanciful and revealing outfits they usually wore for the shows. Their almost shoulder length black hair was loosely tied, lending them an extra air of casualness Jeremy had not expected. He supposed they were the kind of person who would still look good even wearing a trash bag, and he had to remind himself he was supposed to say something back. The corner of Squip’s lips twisted further in amusement, and Jeremy felt himself blush.

“H-hello…!”

Squip led him inside and gave him the briefest tour of the house, Jeremy’s curious gaze taking it all in. And then they got to the room where the magic happened.

Jeremy dropped his bag at the entrance and walked through a curtain, feeling something akin to the wonder of visiting the setting of a movie he loved. There was a large computer screen with a camera on top, in front of a big fluffy blue carpet. Long twirls of colored paper and fabric fell from the ceiling, to make the effect of alien plants, as they had discussed over the phone.

"Wait.” Squip said. They turned off the ceiling light and walked to the side of the room, behind the computer, to turn on three standing lamps instead. There was a pink filter in front of the shortest one, green and blue for the others. They then knelt on the carpet, signaled at Jeremy to come over, and turned on the camera.  And as Jeremy faced himself on the screen, kneeling, skin a pinkish hue, the alien plants framing them both gained new life. It felt like a whole different world, much more real than digital filters. Jeremy had always been a fan of practical effects.

"Wow... Y-you're like, so pro at this stuff." 

"Yes." 

"Seriously, you're amazing.” 

"I know. But thank you, Jeremy.” Squip said, clearly pleased with themself and the praise. “Now, is there anything you dislike?" 

"N-no, it looks super cool..." 

"Anything done to you, for the show." 

"O-oh, I, uh, I don't know..." Jeremy said, Squip’s amused expression making him feel even sillier. But he didn’t want to sound weak. ”Is, hm, is there a-anything you dislike?" 

“You’re the one who’s going to be tied up, Jeremy. What’s relevant right now is to know if there's anything you don't want me to do." 

"I-isn't it, um, the audience's choice?" 

"They'll choose from the options I give them. I want you to feel comfortable." Squip said, serious, and then added, slightly confused, "Why do you look so surprised?" 

“N-nothing...! I don't, no reason..." Jeremy said, embarrassed at getting caught, but smiling all the same. Squip cared. Maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise, maybe it was just a professional sort of caring, but it still made his heart flutter a little.

“Of course, you can also tell me if there's anything you’d like me to do to you. I do want to show them how much of a good time you’re having.”

Squip then proceeded to show him what they would both be wearing for the performance. Jeremy’s shiny space explorer costume covered him fully, but it was mostly silver spandex and a decorative belt, meaning there wasn’t much left to the imagination. To complete it, there was a little yellow pretend laser gun. Squip would be wearing one of their cute latex outfits. Next came the rope Jeremy was going to be tied with, and then a selection of toys which they might use, or not. Squip asked if he’d brought anything, which was when Jeremy finally admitted that he’d kinda rather not really have anything put inside him.

“B-but it’s not like you can’t, I mean, I d-do it some times in my show, s-so if you think it’s better, t-then…“

Squip looked surprised for a second, but then smiled softly. “It’s alright, there’s no need to do it. Can I give you a blowjob?”

God, they said it so casually. Once again Jeremy had to force himself not to stare. And to not find the way Squip was looking at him as the peak of romance. They were just being professional and considerate. “Yeah… T-that it is, if-f you want to…”

“You look like you’re going to be very fun to tease, Jeremy.”


***


The show started with both of them in costume, just sitting and talking to the chat for a long time. Calling regulars by their usernames, as Squip had taught him, making them feel noticed. It was all about making a connection. Jeremy was pleased to find he recognized a good portion of the names that popped. His guys were there, he found himself thinking. Squip pulled him closer, said they couldn’t wait to show everyone how cute he was, how hot Peachy made them. Their hand lightly touching Jeremy’s waist, Jeremy’s shoulder, Jeremy’s cheek. Teasing the audience. 

Teasing Jeremy.

There was something akin to a plot of a story when they finally started their act, with Jeremy ‘exploring a new planet’, holding his ridiculous little laser gun. It wasn't good acting by any means, but that wasn't the point of it either. Soon enough, Jeremy was on the floor, the fluffy blue carpet keeping him comfortable, hands tied up above his head, the end of the rope tied up somewhere off-screen. His silver skintight costume glistened under the multi colored lights, and Jeremy was already blushing in embarrassment of the prospect of having a very noticeable boner under it.

“What should I do with him?” Squip asked.

Jeremy could barely read the chat from the position he was in, but it was probably for the best. He was already nervous enough, better if he could just concentrate on Squip only… Who was sitting next to him, lightly petting Jeremy’s body, wearing their cute latex crop top and mini skirt… None of them were even wearing underwear, Squip had said earlier that it would ruin their outfits, as they casually changed in front of him.

“The human seems scared, all alone in a strange world… Oh, isn’t he adorable?” Squip said, facing the camera. A pause as they read the comments and then turned to Jeremy, thumb brushing over his lips. “But don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel right at home very soon…”

Squip leaned down to kiss him, slow, hand moving down to Jeremy’s chest and waist, gently caressing him. Everything was unbearably slow, every movement deliberate. When their lips touched, Jeremy melted. This was all for work, Jeremy was perfectly aware of his situation, but it was still Squip kissing him, after weeks (or was it months already?) of wondering what their lips, what their touch would feel like. Squip’s caresses moved down to his hip, his thigh, and they subtly forced his right leg down so that it stopped obstructing the view of the camera.

“He’s shivering in anticipation,” Squip said, and then started rubbing him between his legs, lightly, teasing. Jeremy moaned, exaggerated, but starting to get truly aroused as well. Squip kissed him for while, interrupting it to make comments about Jeremy and answer questions. They straightened their back, poked Jeremy’s half hard cock. “Look at him grow… Isn’t it cute?” A pause as Squip read the chat. “Oh, thank you, Teddy. Maybe later… To anyone who’s just arrived, tonight we’re having a very special show, where a young space explorer has fallen captive to yours truly, one of the inhabitants of Planet X. Yes, I agree. It’s time to remove this explorer’s uniform. Who votes for scissors?”

Scissors it was. Squip cut through the spandex pants as Jeremy tried not to squirm, leaving him with badly cut shorts that covered very little, and some strips of shiny fabric clinging to his legs. They brushed their fingers along Jeremy’s thigh… And then moved on to start cutting the top half of the costume, removing Jeremy’s belt in the process. Another pause.

“No, not yet. You’re not in a hurry, are you, guys? That’s good. Yes, Devil69, that is an excellent suggestion.”

Once more, Jeremy unsuccessfully tried to read the chat. Resisting the urge to ask, Jeremy instead let his head gently fall to the side and parted his lips, moaning again when Squip’s hand pressed on his now exposed abdomen. He sure hoped tokens were raining in, he’d never felt so hot on camera before. Maybe even off camera. Squip suddenly used their hands to rip the rest of the fabric that led to his neck, causing Jeremy to jump a little in surprise and make a cute sound, this time completely genuine. Squip smiled at him, predatory.

“Did you all see that? I wonder what kinds of reactions he’ll have if I play with his nipples… Do you think he’s sensitive? Oh, very sensitive, I see. I’ll check it out for you, Yammy.” And then they finally touched Jeremy’s nipple. Lightly at first, just pressing it softly between their fingers, and then pinching it hard when it became fully erect, making Jeremy squirm and gasp. “More?”

Aware the question was not for him, Jeremy let out a lewd “Yes…” all the same, moved his hips towards Squip.

“Isn’t he eager? I think he’s adapting very well…” Squip waited for more replies. They kissed Jeremy again, pinched his other nipple, twisted it. Jeremy had to make an effort to keep his legs open, to keep himself in view. He wished Squip would continue kissing him, that he could keep his moans for Squip’s lips only… But Squip pulled away to bite his neck, and moved their hand along Jeremy’s body, started stroking his erection, still covered by the flimsy makeshift silver shorts. 

“I think it’s about time we take these off too…” Squip picked up the scissors again, made a cut on the side and casually pulled the fabric away, exposing Jeremy all of a sudden. “Now… Should I let him get off? He’s gotten so hard…” They faced the camera and then turned back to Jeremy. “It seems they don’t want to let you go yet.”

“G-guys, please…” Jeremy begged, face hot as he thrust his hips a little, to show how needy he was. Squip petted his thigh, affectionately. 

“Here at Planet X we have a way of doing things, and the council has spoken. They would rather tease you some more... I am but a humble servant, after all. However, I’m afraid he might not last long enough this way…” Squip moved away for a brief moment, and came back with a cock ring, which they took close to the camera for approval before putting it on Jeremy. Their fingers brushed over Jeremy’s arousal, touch light as butterfly, making him thrust his hips again, and groan in frustration when Squip pulled away.

“Shhh…” Squip soothed, with their voice and their caresses, and started sucking on Jeremy’s nipple, as they played with the other with his fingers, making Jeremy moan loudly. In between talking to the camera, Squip kept teasing him, kissing his shoulders and neck, hands roaming all over Jeremy’s body. They touched Jeremy’s arousal too, but only for a few seconds each time, smiling as Jeremy whined and thrust up at the air. It was almost painful.

“Please…” He begged at Squip, and then looked directly at the camera and begged some more. “P-please, just let me…”

“Let you what?”

“Let me come…”

Squip ran their fingers through Jeremy’s hair as they looked down at him, smiling. “He begs so sweetly, I don't think it would be fair to resist any longer…” Squip left their spot for a space between Jeremy’s legs, spread them further apart, and kissed the tip of Jeremy’s erection. They then removed the cock ring, held him with their hand and took him in their mouth.

It was hot and wet and perfect. Squip sucked him, strongly holding him down to the floor to keep him from thrusting his hips and squirming too much, and Jeremy had to contain himself not to call them by their name, letting out a shaky "f-fuck" instead, as he threw his head back. He wanted to touch Squip, but his hands were tied and he was completely at their mercy. Jeremy panted, turned his face to the side, wordless moans escaping his lips as Squip expertly kept going. 

Their eyes met for a moment when Squip pulled away. Their face framed by Jeremy’s legs, inches away from his cock, eyes twinkling, all of it reflecting the pink and blue lights. Gorgeous. For a few seconds, it was only the two of them, in his mind, in a movie, in a dream.

“Where should we let him come?” Squip asked, breaking the illusion, and suggestions came raining in. “Do we have a winner? If you want my face you’ll need to tip harder than that. That’s better, thank you!”

Squip’s warm mouth was on him again, and before he could warn for it, the orgasm hit him, forcing Squip to swallow before pulling away. Cum dripping from their lips but wanting to keep their promise, Squip kept stroking him until he was all spent.

Jeremy was barely able to register anything Squip said afterwards, just trying to get himself back together on the floor. When he tuned in on Squip again, he was asking for opinions on whether Squip themself should get off or not, and how.

“H-hey, if you, um, if you untie me, I c-could help you out with that…”

“Oh? That’s new.” Squip turned to him, intrigued. They hadn’t discussed anything about that. “Do we like new? Yes, I think we do…”

Jeremy quickly massaged his wrists following his release. The sleeves of his costume were still intact, bits of silvery fabric clinging to his legs as well, and he must have looked absolutely ridic-, no, not ridiculous. He was wearing a skintight costume shredded to pieces after being captured by a hot alien wearing latex. He had to be looking hot, Squip knew what he was doing.

He got on his knees and pulled Squip towards him by the waist. Squip smiled as they batted their eyelashes, pressed themself again Jeremy, making Jeremy feel their arousal. It was only then that Jeremy noticed Squip had barely cleaned the cum of their face, and that there was a little stuck to their hair as well.

“What are you going to do to me, Mr. Space Explorer?”

Jeremy didn’t have a quirky answer ready, but he dragged his hand along Squip’s short latex skirt, started lifting it little by little. Squip looked at him so intensely, it was both flattering and intimidating. He had to do this right. He finished raising Squip’s skirt up to their waist, gave a little slap to their ass.

“I think, I’ll, um, have everyone help me choose…” There was a ‘spank him!’ comment in the chat, but Jeremy ignored it. He already had his mind set on something specific, the outside input was merely about which of the vibrators Squip had showed him earlier was going to be used. Surprisingly to Jeremy (although he probably shouldn’t have been), the big purple tentacle shaped one won by large. Squip certainly had a specific audience. Squip was waiting for him on his knees, hard and wanting, and Jeremy decided they looked just fine that way. He got behind them, adjusted their positions so that they would both face the screen, one hand on Squip’s chest, the other holding the lubed tentacle under him.

“G-go on. Take it in.” And Squip did, slowly, moaning beautifully when Jeremy turned it on and started moving it. Jeremy allowed the viewers to control whether he stopped or increased the speed for a while, but then he focused on Squip only, pressing them close together, half wishing he had more hands to touch them all over. Squip’s hand met his and dragged it along their torso, silently asking him to start stroking them, and Jeremy indulged. He didn’t want to tease like Squip had done to him, he just wanted to make them feel good (and look good, Jeremy knew how much they appreciated a job well done). 

He kissed Squip’s neck as they moaned, stroking them until Squip spent in his hand. Squip relaxed against him, and Jeremy cleaned his hand on their stomach and top, for everyone to see, holding them as they caught their breath. He took a peek at screen and yes, they definitely looked good. 

After a moment, Squip pulled away from Jeremy. They cleared their throat and pulled Jeremy to sit with them on the carpet and chat some more. They finally ended the show (without ever fixing their clothes) by thanking everyone and advertising Jeremy’s account. 

As soon as the camera was turned off, Jeremy flopped to the floor. Squip sat down next to him, and Jeremy spread his arms and legs wide, took a deep breath. The silence between them was not uncomfortable. Rest, well deserved. And something else.

“That was fun.”

“Y-yeah.”

If Jeremy wasn’t staring at the ceiling, he would have seen the enamored look on Squip’s face. “And I desperately need a shower. You can go afterwards, I’ll leave you a towel in the bathroom."

“Sure, thanks…” 

Squip left the room, and Jeremy heard the sound of water running, a couple of minutes later, glad to be alone with his thoughts.

 

***

 

“Why are you so dressed?” Squip asked, as Jeremy entered the living room after his shower.

“Huh? These are just my normal clothes…” There was nothing fancy about jeans and striped t-shirt.

“Jeans are not comfortable, just take them off. I’ll lend you something else if you like.”

“I have to g-get going, so-“

“Nonsense, I already ordered food. Do you like sushi?”

“Yeah… It just has to be-“

“Kosher, yes. Good. Can’t have you leaving hungry after getting you off in front of a camera. What kind of host would that make me?”

It made Jeremy smile, and he finally sat down next to Squip. “Okay. I think jeans are comfortable, though.” Just walking around pantless reminded him of his dad, and that would kind of ruin the mood. Squip was wearing black pajama shorts and a gray t-shirt. Casual and relaxed, it felt sort of intimate in a way. It was nice. And their thighs… Jeremy had to force himself to look back at their face, which held a playful disgusted expression.

“Suit yourself, then.”

“Have you moved here recently?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“N-nothing, it’s just…” Empty. Didn’t feel very lived in “…everything is very tidy.”

“Well, not all of us are a mess, Jeremy. Do you need me to come over and clean your place too?”

“That would be nice.” Jeremy joked, but Squip wasn't laughing when they replied. Jeremy blushed and looked away.

“They really loved us tonight, you know?”

“Y-yeah…! I could, um, I could tell… I’d never had a room like that before...”

“I loved it too.”

“You’re like, so good at all of this… They way you lead the show and everything…”

“I know.” Squip gave him a brief smile, paused before they spoke again, softer. “Did you like it, Jeremy?”

For a moment, Squip looked almost insecure, Jeremy wasn't even aware that was possible. Maybe what Squip wanted right now wasn’t praise on their skills after all. “I, o-of course! It was great, doing this with you… You were d-driving me crazy, you know?”

“Is it something you would repeat?”

“Yeah. Sure. If, hm, if you’d have me…”

“I’d always have you, Jeremy.” That intense look again. Jeremy didn’t know how to react. 

The doorbell rang and Squip promptly got up to get their food, spreading the contents of the bag on the coffee table when they returned.  Jeremy sat closer, their knees touching. It was Squip's treat, he was hungry, and everything looked delicious. “I’m really not gonna feel like driving after this…”

“You’re not driving. It’s too late.”

“Then how am I s-supposed to-“

“Just go tomorrow.” Squip said, casual, not even bothering to look at him. Jeremy stared as he swallowed the food in his mouth. It was indeed late, and once again Jeremy found himself unable to distinguish flirty from considerate. 

“Are you, um, are you inviting me to… s-spend the night?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Where, uh, would I sleep?”

“You can sleep here, if you like. Or with me in my bed.”

Well, that settled it. And if this was flirting, that would mean everything prior must have been flirting as well, and that Squip had been doing all the work by themself. Jeremy hadn’t even given them a decent answer back in the filming room, overwhelmed as he was with his thoughts… And so to make up for it, Jeremy cupped Squip’s face and kissed them. Squip didn’t react immediately, causing Jeremy to pull away, red faced and apologizing. Or at least that’s what he attempted to do, because suddenly Squip's hands were on his shirt, that intense look in their eyes again, whispering “Come here” before starting to kiss him. They kissed for a while, until Jeremy’s stomach made a noise and Squip let go, much to Jeremy’s embarrassment. 

“That’s right, we were having dinner.”

“S-sorry…”

“No need. I got all this food for you, after all.”

 

***

 

There was no camera this time. 

Jeremy’s hand trailed over Squip’s body, almost revering. Squip wanted him, Jeremy, for real, not just for show. Squip raised their hand, inviting, and Jeremy finally laid down next to them. Their kisses, at first soft and sweet, gradually grew needy, hungry, biting and sucking, hands all over each other. Exploring what felt good more than what looked good. 

“Squip, w-what do you like?”

“What do you mean?” Squip said, kissed Jeremy’s jaw.

“Sexually.”

“You know the answer to that, Jeremy.” He could feel the smile in their voice before Squip looked him in the eye, flirty. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“No, I mean... That’s for your shows… I wanna know what you like. Um. For real.” He didn’t want to make assumptions, like others did to him. But Squip’s smile fell a bit, their gaze low. 

“I do like all those things. Does it bother you?”

“Wha-, oh, n-no, t-that’s not what I meant! It doesn’t bother me at all, I just… S-sorry, I, uh, just wanted to make sure… I n-never really did this before…”

“You can’t possibly be telling me you were a virgin before today.”

“N-no, I’ve had sex. L-lots of sex. I mean, not lots. Um, normal. Probably. M-maybe not that much, I don’t know.” Jeremy babbled, knowing he sounded ridiculous but unable to get the words out straight. Squip raised an eyebrow. “It’s just I, um, I never… I’ve only ever, uh…”

“Been with women…?”

“No, t-that’s not it, I’ve just never… topped before. If, if you’re fine with me doing it, I mean, we don’t have to if you-“

“Jeremy.”

“Y-yes?”

Squip kissed his lips, slow and sweet, trying to relax him, and then they petted his cheek, that pretty smile on their lips again. “Just fuck me, will you?”

Squip handed him the lube, and Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice. 

Saying what he wanted for the first time had been hard. Doing what he wanted, not so much. Squip’s body felt amazing as Jeremy thrust inside them, Squip's arms wrapped around him. They were both quieter here, and Jeremy found Squip’s soft aroused sighs cute and just as erotic as the loud moans had been. But only Jeremy could listen to these. They were exclusively for him. Intimate. Private. And Jeremy felt special as kissed every inch of skin he could reach before he started thrusting harder, faster.

Afterwards, they laid down side by side, just looking at each other for a while, Jeremy’s arm around their waist, keeping them close. His name had never sounded so beautiful as it did in Squip’s lips when they came. Jeremy suddenly felt very tired, but very satisfied.

“Was it how you expected?”

“B-better.”

Jeremy kept his eyes open just long enough to see Squip’s affectionate smug smile, before dozing off to sleep.