Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Reece and Mikey

Michael took his shirt off and stretched, arching his back. He was only in his white tank top now, which is what he wore beneath his work uniform. It was hot because that bitch ass "handy" man had cut the ventilation. The machine's name was incredibly misleading, and Michael had been searching for days to figure out how to disconnect it, or at least shut it down. He heard thumping in the vents and when he turned around Reece flopped forwards and tumbled from the opening. He was panting when he rolled over to his back.

"You couldn't pay me to go back through those, man." He wheezed, putting a hand over his forehead only to remove it and put it back again.

"Glad you made it through. I was wondering if I had to go in there and drag you out." Michael laughed, crouching next to Reece, who still hadn't opened his eyes. A dangerous thing to do, but Reece had never done this before, he didn't know any better, and besides, Michael was there to protect him.

"I kinda wish you did. That shit was horrible." Reece groaned and finally opened his eyes. They widened quickly as he saw Michael in just a tank top and a pare of purple cargo pants, one thigh cinched with a tool belt/garter thingy. "That's not horrible though..." He mumbled and Michael just smiled at him. He ran his hands over Reece's hair. His curls were frazzled. "I need to get that shit braided already. Think you can do it?" Reece looked at Michael, who just laughed.

"Nooo... in fact, I can't even braid regular hair. Listen, Elizabeth asked me to do a simple braid when we were younger and I swear to god, my father nearly beat me because of how long it took to untangle her hair." Michael scratched the back of his neck nervously. Reece snorted and sat up, finally looking at the rest of the room he had tumbled into.

"Where... what is this place?" He asked.

"With that elevator, I like to call it hell. But honestly, it's my father's demented play ground." Michael responded, standing back up and walking to one of the control panels. "It's also hot as fuck, which makes the 'hell' idea a bit more believable."

"It is... why is it so hot?" Reece asked, swiping a hand across his forehead.

"The ventilation is disconnected and I'm trying to figure out how to reconnect it."

"Well that's ass." Reece mumbled and looked at Michaels back. He was sweating and the cheap fabric of the tank top made it basically invisible. He stared, watching Michael work, the muscles in his back flexed and the way that his hips twisted and his arms moved around, pressing buttons and pulling stiff levers that took strength to pull. Giving in to every impulse he felt, Reece walked up behind Michael and pulled the back of his wet tank top up. He crouched down and blew on his lower back. Michael shivered, but kept working.

Reece reached up with the hand that wasn't holding the shirt and grabbed his soft waist. Michael didn't exactly have a 'dad bod' (which are scrumpdidlyumptious by the way and if you have one DM me/hj), but he was softer around the hips. Reece loved holding him and squeezing him. He rubbed his hand up and down Michael's slick waist.

"Reece what are you doing." Michael mumbled, mildly flustered.

"Just... bored." Reece whispered, groping a piece of flesh. Michael squirmed before finally turning around.

"Reece..." he whined, but Reece was already entranced by Michaels front half. He could see the slivers of skin on either side where his tank top had ridden up and he reached over and pulled on his shirt again. Michael looked around before taking it off entirely. Reece felt his heart stutter and his stomach clenched. He used both his hands now to touch Michael. groping him and playing with his nipples. He stood up from where he was crouched and wrapped one around around Michael's waist and the other buried in his hair. He tugged the boy to him until their body's were flush together. "S-so do you not want the air?" Michael asked him in a shaky tone. Reece could feel how bricked up he already was.

"No, let's have some fun without it." He whispered and indulged himself in looking down. Michael's pants were tented and he knew his were too. He kissed him, twisting his head and biting Michael's lip. Michael opened up, huffing softly and Reece slipped his tongue inside.

"This is dangerous." Michael mumbled around Reece's tongue. Reece pulled away sucking in a breath but keeping their noses pressed together.

"Trust me, Mikey, I know that this is sketch." He said before connecting their lips again. Michael had begun unconsciously grinding his hips against Reece's moving them in such a hypnotic way that Reece felt like he was melting.

"Mmngh- Reece..." Michael hummed, dropping the wrench he held in his hand that was going to be used to open the hatch to get to some control panel. He wrapped his arms around Reece's neck, holding him to him.

"Hop up..." Reece whispered, pointing to the cabinet. Michael obeyed, putting his arms behind him and hoisting himself onto the counter. Reece undid the utility belt and let it down easy until it hit the ground, so to not break anything. He then undid the buttons on Michael's pants, pulling the zipper down and sticking his hands into his pants. "Kinda glad you brought me to this freak show..." He mumbled, stooping down to press his lips to the leaking tip of Michael's freed cock. He stuck his tongue out, swirling it around the slit. Michael shuddered and threw his head back, gripping the lip of the counter with a white knuckle grasp.

"Mmm ahh..." He groaned, and Reece sank lower, wrapping his tongue around his dick like a fucking popsicle. Reece moaned around the mass in his mouth with made Michael arch his back, his palms slipped on the slick surface. "R-Reece! Fuck you feel so... so g-good..." He moaned, struggling to force his words out. Pleasure pooled in the pit of his stomach. His cock twitched and he felt the cum rushing through the shaft, but Reece pulled back and pressed the flat of his tongue against the tip, blocking the release. Michael cried out, shifting his weight to one hand and grabbing Reece's hair. His stomach clenched and his thighs felt numb, but he didn't pull Reece off. Reece reached up and cupped Michael's balls and Michael cried out again, letting go of Reece's hair and running his fingers through his own instead. "L-let me cum, Reece... I'm- agh! I'm going to f-fucking explode!" He sobbed and Reece pulled away, giving his balls one last squeeze and Michael gasped as his release rushed from his tip.

"Haa ha..." Reece huffed, face flushed as he jacked off his own erection to the sight of Michael getting off. "Oh god, I love you so much, Mikey... oh fuck..." He groaned, closing his eyes as he came into his hand. He groaned and sank to his knees, legs giving out. Michael slipped from the counter and sat on the floor with Reece, pulling him into his arms and onto his lap. Reece curled up in between Michael's thighs and panted. "Lack of oxygen..." He chuckled as he craned his neck to shove his face into Michael's sweaty chest. "God you're wonderful."

"I love you, Reece." Michael said, his voice flighty and strained as he rested his head on Reece's. "I love you so fucking much..."

BEEN AWHILE AND I'VE HAD SEVERAL REQUESTS FOR ANOTHER REECEY-BEAR AND MIKEY-POO SO HERE YOU GO ( this is especially for you big dawg @tee_fucking_hee)