Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Willry in bed at night>Willry in general

"Henry...? Henry...?" A small voice whispered from across the room. "Henry?" It said a little louder and Henry opened his eyes slowly, squinting at the wall he was facing. He turned slowly, rolling over to face his roommate, who slept in the bed right across from him.

"What's up, Will?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper and gravely with sleepiness. He tucked a hand under his cheek as he stared at his roommate in the dark. William was sitting up, propped up on an elbow, and was visibly shaken.

"I um... I had a really bad nightmare." He said in a shaky voice. His accent was thick and nearly unintelligible from the sleep still lingering in it. Henry suppressed the urge to roll his eyes but instead looked with sympathy. He worried about Will a lot, the man had so many issues and since finding out about many of them, Henry had taken it to himself to keep his roommate safe.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Henry asked, his throat hurt from talking so much already, he stretched his legs, feeling the muscles ache in the best way.

"No not really..." Will mumbled, upset. Henry hummed in acknowledgment and went to turn around and go back to sleep but William mumbled something else. "Could I sleep with you?" It was so quiet that Henry didn't hear everything that was said, but he pieced it together well enough.

"What?" Henry asked and Will shook his head quickly, his long black hair flew around his face as he went to lay down again. Will had wonderful hair, it was raven black and, when parted down the middle instead of swished back, was long enough to reach his perfect jawline.

"No, nothing, don't worry about it." William said but Henry grunted and propped up on his elbow.

"Yes, you can." He said and William froze, turning to look at him.

"Do you mean it?" He asked, his accent was so beautifully thick that Henry felt butterflies stir in his stomach.

"Yes of course I do." Henry said softly, raising the blanket with one arm and inviting Will into his bed. Will stared at the opened sheets longingly, his bones already aching. He wanted to go over to Henry, to the warmth, and curl up in his arms, feel his skin against his own, Henry soft bare skin. His heartbeat, each rise and fall of his broad chest as he breathed. He bit his lip and crossed the small dorm in only a few feet.

"Can I sleep on the inside?" Will asked, pointing nervously across Henry. His blond roommate nodded and wrapped an arm around Will's rib cage, much to the smaller's delight and guided him up and over him, to the other side of the bed. William happily lay there as Henry rolled over to look at him. Will had piercingly gray eyes, that stared openly, it was clear to Henry that there was fear in them and that something had obviously shaken him.

William watched Henry close his beautiful green eyes and he continued to stare. Henry had such a gently face, his soft eyes, the occasional beauty mark, one on the right side of his forehead, one under his lip, and on his jaw and on his temple. William ached to kiss each one, what wonderful places to kiss a person. The way that Henry's blond hair spread across the pillow, there were a couple perfect ringlets among the flattened waves of each golden lock. William was completely entranced by his roommate.

It didn't take long for Henry to go back to sleep, it was late at night and they had both had an incredibly busy day that day. Besides, tomorrow was Sunday, and they had nowhere to be.

A soft touch graced William's bare waist. It slowly became heavier and Will realized that Henry had wrapped an arm around his waist, his left arm was inching under the pillow and beneath Will's head, calloused fingers burrowing into Will's hair and brushing his scalp. Eager to encourage these touches, William wriggled closer, urging Henry to pull him all the way against him, and he did. Will bit his lip, his face buried just beneath Henry's chin, his nose fit the hollow of Henry's throat. His bare stomach was pressed against Henry's. God he loved Henry, he loved everything about Henry. The way his name felt in his mouth, his soft gut pressed against his own, his plush chest and legs wrapping around his. The sound of his breath's and the occasional little mumbles and moans. William was obsessed with him. Oh god, and did he ever smell this good? His shampoo on his pillow case was intoxicating. William moaned, and pressed himself so tightly against Henry, that he felt that they were almost one.