Two Player Game

~Chapter Seventy-Five~

"Shit-!" his hips start bucking up into Jake's mouth erratically before he's shouting his name and climaxing into his mouth. Jake takes it like a man. Pulling off with a wet pop.

"You taste so good baby~" Rich shudders at the words.

"You're - you're fuckin nasty. We both know - jizz tastes so bad."

"Most. Not all."

"Well unless I'm eating fuckin pineapples it's gonna be bitter and salty." Jake chuckles, sitting up to undo his own pants. Rich runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

"This is honestly amazing, Jake. You're fuckin gorgeous." Jake gets his pants off as well as his boxers, reaching in the desk to get luuuuuuuube.

"Fuuuuuuuuck, Jake, you beautiful bastard. Trying to get me overwhelmed? Overstimulated?"

"I said you were getting more than usual, didn't I?"

"I'm goddamn excited for it too." He gets some on his fingers and gets Into position. An arm wrapped around one of Rich's legs and the other slowly ringing around the edge before slowly pushing in. Rich sighs at the feeling. Jake is gonna be the death of him. Soon incomes another finger, just to stretch him how a bit, but adding in a third right after. Jakes pretty big. Rich whines

"Jake, c'mon, I'm ready, I swear." He pulls out, lines them up, slowly pushing himself in. Rich groans. Jake is REALLY stretching him out now. It burns so nicely.

"Fuck, Jakey, fuckin -!" He goes slow but starts picking up the pace soon enough.

"Jake-! Fuck fuck fuck, keep - right there, that spot, shit -!"

"Hmm~ Rich- Fuck-"

"Ah~ fuckin- You're gonna make me cum again, Jakey, you're - fuck -!" They both complete at the same time. Jake in Rich, And Rich on himself. Rich pants heavily.

"J... Jake. Baby." he curls a hand into Jake's hair. Jake pulls out slowly.

"Lemme get stuff to clean this up.." Rich nods shakily. Jake cleans up their mess before Climbing into bed with him, kissing him all over. Rich returns the kisses twofold.

"I love you so much."

"I love you Rich."

"I'm so goddamn lucky, Jake, how did I get so lucky?"

"You and me both."

"You're great. Can't imagine my life without you."

"Me either....... when did you actually start liking me?"

"Freshman year. When I was... Gross. And you didn't notice me."

"...............I feel so bad. I didn't even know you went there Freshman year..."

"Aw, nobody did, Jake, it's fine. Wasn't until... I got IT."

"Yeah.... It was actually Sophomore year when I realized I had like, the BIGGEST crush in you. But I was good at hiding it."

"Dude, you were with CHLOE then."

"I know! I got scared and found out how to keep it secret for like a REALLY long time."

"Crazy, Jake, you should've told me, Bro, I just was under my Squip's influence that you'd hate me if I said anything."

"Pfft. That Squip doesn't know anything about me." Them talking about it probably is bringing Rich's back.

"Sure seemed like it did back then. Anything it told me to do worked, it made you like me."

"Well.... if anything, at that time Chloe would've been more mad at you than me."

"Yeah, but if it knew what would make you like me, wouldn't it have know what wouldn't?"

".......I guess...."

"At least it's gone now though." he grits his teeth at a sharp pain in his head

"Yeah. I get to love the real Richard Goranski."

"Aw, dude~" Jake kisses his forehead.

".... Would you still like me if I was still... The way I was as a freshman?"

"I love you anyway you are."

"no, I want you to really think about it Jake, would you?"

"Yeah I would. I mean at some point you'd grow out of it. Everyone grows out of their high school stage."

"I dunno, Jakey, sometimes... Sometimes I feel like I need the Squip to be... Me." He looks down at him, very concerned.

"Rich. You don't need anything to be you. Especially not that Floppy brain computer dick." Rich doesn't meet his eyes.

"...It... It told me so often that I needed it, I... I started to believe it. Honestly, without it it feels like I'm missing part of myself." he mumbles "Yknow I only took it because I thought it might fuck me up. Maybe experimental Japanese drugs would end it for me. I wasn't... In the best place." Jake stops breathing for a few seconds before holding him closer. Rich takes a breath.

"You know my dad is an alcoholic...?"

"No..."

"He uh... He's part of the reason. And why I used to spend so much time at your house."

"Oh.......I-I'm sorry Rich."

"Not your fault... Always figured it was mine, really."

"No. No no it couldn't have your fault."

"He yelled at me enough, I just assumed I guess."

"Look, I know how you feel Rich... kind of.. not really. More like my parents were never there. Ever. And they left me to take care of Charlie by myself..." he mumbles that last part.

"... Of who?"

"No one. Don't worry about that."

"..? Jake, I'm pouring my tragic backstory out here, you can tell me -" he gets that pain again. "Motherfuckin -"

"Rich???"

"I'm good. I'm good. Promise."

".........." he lays his chin on Rich's head.

".... I'm sort of fucked up, Jake, I don't know if you're aware."

"You're not the only one...." he isn't aware of the Squip though.

".... You know how much I hate myself because of that... That hivemind? More than initially. And I wanted to kill myself BEFORE, Jake." Jake doesn't want to think about that. He loves him too much.

"... You make it better though. You give me a reason to stay."

"Please don't go Rich...."

"Not going anywhere, baby." He kisses his head.

"I love you too much."

"I'm staying, Jakey, I promise."