Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Boseman x Henry part two...

Henry woke up the next morning and when he went to stretch, he felt someone's arms wrapped around him. But these weren't the arms he was familiar with. They were bigger and the body that they belonged to wrapped around him entirely, something William definitely wasn't capable of.

"Mmm, good morning, little lass." A sleepy voice mumbled from behind him, a thick and heavy accent carried across it.  Henry's heart slammed hard in his chest and warmth filled his stomach. He wriggled backwards and felt the strong torso of Boseman.

"Good morning." Henry said, as it was the only thing he was confident in saying without his voice shaking. He woke up with Boseman. Not William, not his ex wife, but Boseman his stand in supervisor.

"Ahh... this is a wonderful change." Boseman said, and nuzzled against Henry's back. Henry felt chills run through his whole body, but he reached up and held Boseman's forearms, which were still wrapped around his chest. Henry had forgotten that Boseman was also a divorced man, he just never would have thought that this would have happened. "I don't think I can express enough how much I adore you Henry. I absolutely admire you."

"What's there to admire?" Henry asked, genuinely.

"What do you mean? There's everything to admire, you're smart, and beautiful, and soft, and friendly, and lovely company." Boseman rambled, placing kisses along Henry's freckled shoulders after every compliment.

"Heh, thank you..." Henry laughed softly, not believing in Boseman's compliment. He was completely blind to the fact that Afton had managed to dull him entirely.

"Would you like me to make some breakfast? Or I could leave if you're more comfortable..." Boseman offered, beginning to pull away and sit up. Henry mourned the warmth, but began to stretch and get up.

"It's up to you... but if it's okay, I don't want you to leave." Henry found the confidence to say. Boseman looked at him, his long red hair, disheveled.

"Would you like an omelet?" He offered, putting his hand on Henry's cheek. Henry melted entirely, he missed the comfort.

"I would love that."
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MEANWHILE:

"Mkay, listen, there's nothing on him? There's no background... nothing." Scott said glaring at the computer. He was hunched over and his glasses slipped down his nose for the thousandth time before he angrily shoved them back up again. Afton was lounged in a chair on the other side of the desk, picking at his nails.

"How is that possible? Have you looked right?" He said, looking up at Scott lazily.

"Sir, I've insta-stalked people my whole life... not in a creepy way... of course I've looked in all the right spots." Scott said, looking up over the rim of his glasses.

"Mkay, well I don't know what 'insta-stalking' is," he said, using air quotes, "but how is there no background on an obviously rich man?" Afton explained, pushing up and walked around to the other side of the desk. It was dark in the office and it was so incredibly late in the night. Afton put a hand on the back of Scott's chair and leaned over to look at the computer screen. Scott went all sorts of red. It was just like Scott to have some sort of horny crush on his older boss. But that's beside the point.

"Huh..." Afton whispered. Scott could smell some sort of alcohol on his breath. He hung onto it. He was hopeless, he didn't realize how creepy and mildly illegal this action was. "You're right." He agreed and Scott smiled in triumph.

"I told you, insta-stalking. But that is strange that there's nothing to... stalk on this man, right?" Scott said, twisting his head to look at Afton, who was squinting those beautiful steel eyes at the glowing screen. Scott couldn't help but to admire the man, his features looked so sharp in the lonely glow of the computer screen. The only light in the room.