-Jeremy-

Michael and I decided to wait to go to a university and went to the same community college. I know that our friendship has president over almost anything else. I have to make things right. So that's why I ran up to him after class and gave him a big hug in the middle of the hallway. Students wander past us, but all that matters is our friendship. He hugs me back and I let out a sigh of relief. This is probably the best day of my life, getting my best friend back after losing him for a whole night (a night that is probably the best in my life). I look over at Squip as I release Michael, feeling a blush creep up my neck. My Squippy. I gaze at him lovingly, beckoning him to come over. He gets up from his spot leaning against a yellow wall and puts an arm around my shoulders, giving Michael a sheepish expression.

"You okay with this?" I ask Michael, gesturing to Squip who's blue eyes have dimmed slightly.

Michael nods, "I don't get why or how, but you're my player two dude, nothing will ever change that."

He seems oddly at peace with himself. He's probably high. Squip releases me and I frown, watching him walk towards a slim figure sitting down on one of the benches. Al stands, greeting Squip, almost taller than him. Certainly more attractive than me. Michael gives me a odd expression, "Why the long face?"

"I don't like the way Rich's Squip is looking at my boyfriend."

"Well go out and defend yourself," he laughs, giving me a shove towards them.

I walk next to the two, feeling tiny in comparison to both Al and Squip. Al is saying something in a long string of numbers, and I look to Squip's face for a reaction. He laughs, peering down at me and wrapping an arm around my waist. "Binary," he explains, "I'm a little rusty."

"Oh you're really not," Al chuckles, hand touching his chest for a moment. I don't like that.

Al looks down at me as if I'm the gum on the bottom of their gold studded boots.

I glare at them, giving Squip a kiss on the cheek and taking his hand, squeezing it a little too tightly.

Al seems amused, "Fucking your Host, Eric,I thought better of you."

Squip rolls his eyes, flipping them off with a laugh. "So did I but he's too cute to resist."

"I'm not cute?" Al gasps flirtatiously, looking too pleased with themselves, "I'm offended. I thought we were friends Squippy."

"We are now."

Michael looks at me, mouthing something I can't make out. Finally he gives up on the hand motions and marches over, sizing up Al. He gives me two finger guns, Rich winking at me. Where did he come from? I glance down the long hall, the wood doors opening and closing with hundreds of students emerging from classrooms, talking in a buzz of voices.

"You ever get stoned in someone's basement?" Michael asks, giving Rich a fist bump.

Al shakes their head, their short wavy hair bouncing. "I don't smoke, obviously."

"Ever play video games?"

Now Al smiles, rubbing their thin fingers together, "I've been known to dabble."

Rich snorts. "They made me so good at video games. I got so much money from bets because they always win."

"I challenge you," Michael says, grabbing Al's arm.

They pause, and I swear their glowing red eyes land on me for a moment. But they quickly look away, pulling out a pair of aviator sunglasses from their pocket and slip them on. It blocks the glow from their eyes. "You're gonna lose."

They follow Michael and Rich our who high five each other, Michael giving me two thumbs up.

I feel bad for leaving my friends with that annoying bastard, but when Squip kisses me cheek and starts walking down the hall towards the large spiraling stairs, all my doubts evaporate and I follow him like a trained puppy. I have a bad feeling about Rich's Squip...something about their eyes. I ponder this as Squip grabs my arm and says "Hold on."

The next thing I know, I'm in my bedroom, Squip leaning against my desk, dusting off his hands. "How the hell did you do that?"

"Through the wi fi. I used the data from your phone to find your computer and locked onto the signal and the rest is easy."

I stare at him in awe. How could I score such an awesome dude? It was just three days ago I realized I even liked guys and now I have a boyfriend. Squip smirks at me, eyes lighting up (literally lighting up like one of those Barbie toys). He gets up from my wooden desk and plops down on my bed, yawning. I collapse on top of him and he lets out a surprised huff. Snuggling into his chest, I think back to Al. "I think something is off with Al."

"They're just a different kind of Squip than you're used to. They weren't on the market long, they're easily corruptible... but so was I.

"Al used to hate me," he continues, "because I almost took over the school, because I got everyone Squips. They never accomplished anything that great. Some people say they created a virus and infected themselves so they could gain more power but I don't know if I believe that."

"I didn't know Squips could get jealous."

"Al always had a higher sensitively level. I think they may have been defective. Maybe that's why the company put them in the Project, to redeem them. But people can get jealous easily, Jere, like when someone starts hitting on your boyfriend."

I blush, and he leans up to kiss me. "You have nothing to worry about."

"I know, it's just, this is all so new and you could do so much better than-"

He kisses me again, promptly shutting me up. I groan as he opens his mouth against mine, sitting up and holding my face. All jealousy evaporates as he deepens the kiss, fingers in my hair. I let my own hands wander down his chest, still unsure of what to do with them. He guides my hand downward, to the edge of his button, then to the hem of his shirt. Does he want me to unbutton his shirt? I decide that he must want that and begin taking his shirt off as he pushes me down onto the bed.

Music starts playing from my speakers and I pull back, "Did you-"

"Yes," he moves to my neck, guiding my hand to his bare back.

Blue circuits wind down his spine and stomach, following a similar pattern to the human nervous system. A large blue glow comes from his sternum, right where his heart should go. Thin scars follow the same pattern, as if someone had opened him up to insert all those matrix.

Someone probably had.

I hadn't noticed these last night, but they don't turn me off anymore as he rips off my own shirt. If he can put up with my acne, I can put up with the fact that someone stole a human body to insert a super computer into it and suppress the consciousness of that human being so the computer can live as a living creature.

He kisses down my chest, stopping at my pants. He sits on his haunches and begins unzipping me. The next thing I know after staring into his glowing eyes I'm naked and so is he.

I look up to his face but his eyes are shining so brightly his entire face is just a glowing blur. I close my eyes but can still see the brightness through my lids. I decide to look down and instantly wished I hadn't. My body responds instantly to looking at his cock and all doubts about my sexuality disappear; not that I had any at the point.

He brings his mouth to me and teases my cock with his tongue. Heat seems to seep from every pore in my body and I squeeze me eyes shut, panting. I probably look like a dork, but if he wanted me last night, I guess he liked what little he got. Technically I'm still a virgin, I just gave him a handjob, that's all I know how to do from years of masturbating like the creeper I am.

He slips me into his mouth and I gasp, clutching the sheets. My legs spread of their own accord as he continues to suck me, taking more and more of my length down his throat. Instinctively, I buck my hips up, but his hands land on my sides, forcing my to keep still.

I can't stop gasping the faster he bobs his head, but all too soon he pulls away, sitting up straight. He grins at me, or at least I think he does, his face still hidden by the brightness of his eyes. "There's your lesson, now put it to practice."

His lips touch mine and he pulls me up, rolling over and letting his tongue wonder into my mouth while I try and process what he said. After what seems like several minutes of kissing I understand what he means. He wants me to give him a blowjob.

I pull back and press my sweaty forehead to his, his black curls sticking to his head. "Jeremy," he says, biting his lip, "I cannot ejaculate."

It takes me a minute to remember what that word means. Don't judge me I'm trying to settle myself between his legs, thinking back to all those porn videos of oral sex. I look up at him, mouth hanging open, inches away from his dick. "What?"

He leans against my headboard, breathing heavily. The only sound is our breathing and the music playing in the background, singing about dancing all night. "At least I can't give you an STD."

"So we can't have sex?" I sit up, my heart racing.

"We can, I just can't get you pregnant," he laughs at his joke and I allow myself a smile.

It makes sense, sort of. Computers don't really have a reason to do that.

Finally coming to terms, I go back and close my mouth around his dick. He gasps, probably not expecting me to act so quickly. But I want this. I need it. I suck him the way me and Michael would pretend to deep throat popsicles (we were both convinced we straight at the time).

His fingers grip my hair, tugging painfully, but I keep going. I have to keep going. Sweat falls into my eyes and my nails dig into his thighs.

I don't know what to expect when he finally orgasms. I didn't know if he could, but his fingers tighten on my hair and he makes a loud groan, throwing his head back and shuttering. I pull back and kiss him, looking down. I rub my hard on against his leg as if to say "Fuck me pretty please." I know I'm ready, but he doesn't give me the time of day, just reaching out for my jacking off lotion and rubbing it up and down my cock.

Squip kisses me as he pumps me a little too quickly, as if he doesn't want to deal with it, doesn't want to fuck me nice and slow. His tongue wonders into my mouth and I gasp, his hand moving faster and faster until-

"FUCK!" I gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders, head falling down.

I cum onto his hand and sag into his arms. He holds me close, laying back down onto my pile of pillows. I look into his eyes, trying to convey what I want to say without speaking. He nods, understanding. "You too," he says, kissing my nose and reaching for a towel (a dirty one from some previous shower) laying on the floor.

He cleans me off like a gentleman, but I start drifting off in his arms as he turns the music off and whispers something. I don't know what he said, already asleep in his embrace.

—-

He raises his eyebrows at Squip's comment to the Host subject. "I think I am falling for you."

Very interesting.

What is even more interesting was Al. How did they get into the simulation? His employer would be very intrigued to learn about this.