Davesport!

"Alone Together." PART 1 ( Fluff w/ suggestive stuff at the end )

     This is your final warning- If you clicked this story on accident somehow or are not willing to be subjected to Smut and Swears- this is *not* the story for you. I suggest if you are part of the people mentioned above, you click off and find something more suitable for your tastes. Also, if there is any mention of S3lfh@rm, I will notify you guys and section it so you can skip over it if you are not comfortable with it... now with that out of the way...

Hey hey you horny bastards <3. I see you're still into the DSaF fandom... Just like me. I mean- I just got into it because well- I have friends who like it and I did some research on it kinda... OK Maybe I was reading DSaF Fanfics... a lot of them... *ahem* anyway.. probably a good time to tell y'all that this is actually my first time writing smut and stuff like that... *but* I have experience... by that I mean I've roleplayed it a couple times. ANYWAY- Enough of me- and more of what you came for. Love y'all/p and Enjoy I guess!

[ PoV: No One | Location: The Workplace | Weather/Time: Thunderstorm; Daytime]

It was raining cats and dogs outside and the sky was growling, striking the ground with its claws of plasma. Other than that, it was a normal day at Fazbender's. Jack just came in for work, 12 pm sharp- just like everyday- and clocked in. 

"Hey there, bro! It's raining pretty hard, huh?" Peter greeted Jack.

"Hi. And yeah it is, if you haven't noticed," Jack replied, he was soaking wet.

"I would recommend drying off before going near Spring Freddy today-"

"Well, no shit sherlock," He sighed and walked off to the bathroom.

[PoV: Jack | In the Bathroom ]

He walked into the bathroom and went into a stall. Luckily, he was prepared for this situation. He got out a towel and some clothes from a waterproof bag he had brought with him and dried himself off. He then put on the clothes he had brought. ( Yes, they're work clothes- probably should explain he came in with his casual clothes- ) After he had finished, he left the bathroom, his wet clothes now in the bag with his towel.

"Hey- where's Dave at?" He asked Peter once he came out.

"No clue, bro- he was here- I think he's in the Safe Room still- even though he should be out here, entertaining kids."

"Huh. Shoulda guessed," The Tangerine went to the Safe Room.

He creaked open the door, peaking in first. He didn't see Dave, but he heard... crying..? Jack went in and closed the door behind him, scanning the room. There he was, in the back corner, hugging his knees and sobbing.

"Hey Dave... are.. you ok?" He was concerned now.

 Dave looked up  "O-Oh hey Sports-" Dave was cut off by a particularly loud roar of thunder, to which he responded to a squeak and hid his face again.

He couldn't deal with that, seeing Dave so shook up by some thunder. It hurt him somewhere in his non-existent soul for some reason. He sat down beside him and hugged him. His clothes were slightly damp and his hair was still wet. Dave looked at him, teary-eyes wide in surprise.

[ PoV: Dave ]

 He was completely shocked- his Co-worker, best friend, and maybe crush-, was hugging him. Instead of turning away or ignoring him completely, he was trying to comfort him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had even tried to help him... well... he did, but it was a long while ago. He felt his face heating up as he looked down at the tangerine. He knew that Jack was going to come in at some point, but he thought he'd be over it by now, or the storm would've ended.