Requested by _depressed_vampire_

Warnings:

More fluffy than normal (oh god bring the sugar)

Not kinky at all (crazy amiright)

This one is just a blowjob and a LOT of filler writing

the smut part is shorter than Rich

Ejaculation on sheets (poor blankets dude 😔👊)

Not edited cuz who tf has time for that crap

Context:

Best friends to make it awkward *peace sign*

During squip. Jeremy claims to like Christine but the squip knows him better than he does and sets up a wet dream to try and get him to realise who he actually has an interest in. (spolier. it's michael.)

Squip's POV (you don't see this much, do you?)

"Jeremy, you're obviously gay for Michael. It can tell from accessing your severe emotional and... sexual nervous system."

"But... Christine!"

"According to your amygdala and right brain, you do not feel any romantic attraction to her anymore."

"But- I'm straight! Aren't I?"

"Sexuality doesn't matter in this equation. The only thing that matters is that you like Michael, and that means you want him. As your squip, I am programmed to help you receive what you want. Therefore, starting tomorrow, I am going to give you tips on how to get closer to your new target."

"S-squip, I don't know if-"

"Ventrolateral preoptic nucleus inhibiting activity arousal centres in brain: On." (That means sleep lmao)

He immediately loses consciousness. I sigh. This kid really is hopeless.

I pick him up and hoist on onto his bed, covering him with his quilt.

"Good night, slugger."

I type "Posterior cortical hot zone activity: low." (That makes you dream) Into a settings bar and leave him be.

Jeremy's POV

"Hey Michael!" I wave as I see him in the hallway.

"Hey baby!" He replies, acting jittery, his one hand grabbing tightly onto his backpack strap and the other clutching a slushie.

Um.

What.

"Uh... yeah, hi! How was your weekend?"

"It was great, can't wait to hang out with you again later, honey!"

He quickly whisked towards me and pecked my cheek before waving and turning around to get to second period.

um excuse me what the fuck

I felt my face getting red as the bell rang.

This is going to be a long day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day was filled with Michael constantly making flirty comments, holding my hands and kissing me on my cheeks (which ones) and forehead. What the heck?! Michael doesn't even like me, nor would he date me!

But yet, here we are, sitting underneath an oak tree after school ended, me sitting in his lap and him lovingly stroking my hair as he hummed a bob marley song against my neck.

He's all cute, and his eyes are closed, and his beautiful dark hair is in my face and- this boy will be the death of me.

But I don't like him! Of COURSE I don't like him! I'm straight!! I only have eyes for Christine. But thinking about it... I realised that I didn't feel the hots for her at all today. I passed her in the halls like she was a completely normal person. I didn't awkwardly peace sign at her or blush or even shrink down at all. Neither did I feel that sinking feeling in my chest when I saw her talking to Jake in play rehearsal.

But that does NOT mean I like Michael!

"Jer-bear... I love you..." I hear him say into my neck, snuggling closer to me so that his stomach is against my back.

Oh fuck. I might have a small problem with this.

~~~~~~~~~~~Bigger time skip till we get home ooooh things bout to get juicy~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So.... apocalypse of the damned?" I awkwardly stutter, still recovering from our walk to his home where he held my hand the whole time. And my hands got sweaty but he still held them anyway. What a sweetheart.

I-I MEAN-

"Nah. I wanna snuggle. I've had enough radiation for today."

"But you didn't even use your phone once!"

"Well, you shine bright and you're the blue light of my life. I know that was bad but I've been bursting to say it." He giggled.

Let me repeat that.

He  g i g g l e d.

And it was the most adorable thing ever.

Fuck. I think I might like boys. I'll have to ask Rich about it later.

My thoughts are cut off by Michael grabbing my shoulders and softly pushing me onto his bed.

He also climbs in and turns me around, placing one hand around my waist and one above me on the pillow. Oh fuck. We're spooning. (In all honesty I'm writing this cuz I'm lonely and wanna spoon my friends ihjfinaiji)

How does one compute with spooning with someone else, a MALE actually, that's been your best friend for 12 years, who you may be quickly developing a crush on?

He snuggles into my hair, breathing deeply and rubbing my stomach and waist area. It feels like he might go further dow- OH MY GOD

I feel myself get hard at the thought of Michael slipping his hand into my boxers and oh my god this cannot be happening.

He continues rubbing my waist, while I'm stuck with the worst boner I've ever had in my life.

His hand moves from my waist to my leg and slightly onto my inner thigh. He's so close to it, just a little further and-

He moves his hand away.

"Ughh..." I groan. It was so close!

"Jer? You okay?" I hear a voice behind me say.

"Y-yeah."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Noooooo...?"

"You know you can tell me the truth if you ever feel bad, got it?" He says, humming and returning his hand to my thigh for comfort.

"Y-yEs~" My voice gets higher at the end, it's almost a whine, because Michael has decided to squeeze and massage my inner thigh.

I have to shove my head into the pillow to hold back moans as he squeezes more. Damn sensitive thighs.

After a while of comfortable torture, I can't take it anymore and let all my dignity fly out the window by letting out a small moan.

"...Jeremy?"

"Yes?"

"Are you hard?"

EXCUSE ME MICHAEL HOW TF AM I SUPPOSED TO ANSWER THA-

"Um... y-yes."

I turn around to see him smiling sweetly at me.

"Do you need some help with it?"

I can't believe this is happening.

"Y-yes please."

Soon, Michael's lips are securely wrapped around my manhood, and I'm holding onto the edges of the bed for pure life.

He bobs his head slowly and looks up at me with doe, innocent eyes. He manages to smile with a dick in his mouth and looks away again to the task at hand. It's so warm, and comfortable. His mouth is so fucking tight and he can deepthroat so as well. This is WAY better than anything I imagined with Christine. (Jeremy ew wtf)

I squeeze my thighs around his head, but he spreads them open again. He pops off.

"Come on, Jeremy. I want to see you, beautiful~" (I'm so lonely)

I groan softly and let him move my legs apart.

After a while of utter bliss, the feeling in my stomach returns.

"M-Michael.. I think I'm gonna..."

"Go ahead, mahal."

He sucks me through my orgasm, swallowing every drop of cum I shoot out. Damn. Impressive.

He immediately snuggles into my neck, despite me being sweaty and smelling like sex.

"Baby boy... Jerry... I love you so much..."

"I... I think I love you too."

BEEPBEEPBEEPBITCHWAKETHEFUCKUPBEEPBEEP-

Ouch! I stumble across my bed to shut the motherfucker of my alarm up.

Wait... alarm? Why am I in my bed? In my house? Wasn't I at Michael's? Last thing I remember it was afternoo- oh no.

I lift my blankets to reveal the mess of white sticky fluid, covering my boxers and sheets. Damn it.

What the fuck did I just dream?

"Power on." 

"Good morning, Jeremy. At your service." Blue glitches emerge as the squip forms and waves.

"Care to explain what the heck was going on last night?"

"Ah yes. You see, I conjoured that dream into your mind last night after you refused to admit you were attracted to Michael. I knew you'd come around if I came up with a relatively explicit vision, seeing as to how your hormones work and how lonely and depressed your penis is."

Although the squip called my penis lonely and depressed, he wasn't wrong. I think I DO like Michael.

"So... shall we begin our quest to get him to like you back?"

"Yes. Yes we should."