Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Business talk

They decided to go out for drinks after work. It was late and they were all happy to be out of the diner and in a bar with something to make life a little easier. Even Henry had a couple. Afton sat in between Henry and Scott, sipping on a whiskey, chuckling softly at some of the things the men beside him would say. He would put his own input, funny in that unintentional way. Scott would laugh and lean a little to the side, putting a hand on Afton's thigh under the bar to punctuate his amusement. Henry would say something and put a hand on Afton's back. None of these gestures went unnoticed by Afton, who found a deep pleasure in them.

It was interesting to watch Scott laugh and drink. It was an environment that neither Afton nor Henry had seen him in. He seemed carefree, happy and young. It was entrancing. When Scott finished his drink, Afton happily ordered more. Scott was no light weight, they learned.

Henry made another comment that made them all laugh, Scott looked at Henry with bright eyes, laughter dancing in their depths. Something burned in Afton's heart, making it hard to keep the smile from his face. Scott caught him staring, and his face flushed. Or maybe it didn't, maybe that was just an effect of the alcohol.

As the night drew longer, Afton's voice had taken up a sultry purr, it made Scott feel bubbly. Again, or maybe it was just the alcohol, which was becoming an easy scapegoat for the way the men were feeling. The bartender had taken to leaving them alone for the most part, their conversations were beginning to confuse him as they took on a deeper intellectual tone and he began to pick up on their touchy hints. He eagerly attended them if they needed drinks, he found them increasingly interesting.

It was October and the trees were all orange and red, the air smelled like pumpkin spice and that cold, earthy scent. The frigid air made them hesitant to leave, but as Scott's touches grew more and more daring, and Henry's hands had begun to travel across the back of Afton's neck, he decided they needed to leave.

"We can go to my place." Henry offered, he was standing on the left of Afton. Scott was on Afton's right, walking close enough so that the backs of their hands would graze. It was intoxicating to Afton, to be involved in such a scandalous thing for someone young like Scott. He was only twenty nine compared to their thirty five. It was delicious.

Henry's hand had drifted lower, it rested on the curve just above Afton's ass, his thumb making circles. Scott had grabbed Afton's had in the same moment, and held onto it, the warmth from his palm made Afton delirious. "That's alright with me." Scott whispered, his voice was a smooth, honey soaked murmur, the nerves or stress he usually carried in his voice was nonexistent.

"If you're sure you'd be willing, Henry, darling." Afton agreed, his hips felt sensitive, and his legs were nearly numb. He knew what he wanted, he just didn't know how to get it.

Henry's house was warm and decorated for fall. Henry always had a knack for decorating, it was one of Afton's favorite traits about him. Scott was already smiling, his glasses fogged up from the temperature difference and Afton watched. Henry reached up and took Scott's glasses off, brushing his hand down his cheek, down his neck, down to the first button on his pink button down. Afton caught his lip between his teeth. Henry undid the button, and Scott just looked down at Henry, trust in his eyes.

He slowly worked down the entire shirt, Scott's warm skin peaking through until the entire shirt slipped from his smooth shoulders. His perfect skin. Afton's breath hitched for a moment and Scott looked over Henry and at him, his eye burning into his even though Afton was ninety percent sure that Scott's couldn't see him all that well. His gaze was intense.

Afton felt his shoulders relax and fall as Scott walked over to him, his hand's on either side of Afton's neck, thumbs rubbing his jaw. Henry was behind him in a moment, his hands were on his hips, pulling them back. Afton's breathing deepened as he became more entranced. Scott was in his face, his breath smelled like alcohol and his lips were soft and sweet. Oh god he was kissing Scott and it was wonderful. Scott's hands left his neck and traveled to rest on his traps, rubbing them as he deepened his kiss. Afton moaned involuntarily against his mouth. Henry had leaned down and his lips pressed against Afton's neck, warmth blooming across the places he kissed.

"Oh Henry, that's lovely." Afton groaned, pulling away from Scott's tongue so he could breathe. Scott was rubbing his body against Afton's and he thought he might collapse. Who knew Scott could be this slutty. Henry slowly began pulling and guiding Afton to the bedroom, Scott followed closely behind and the minute Afton was pushed onto the bed, Scott was on top of him, hungrily licking Afton's lips, sliding his tongue into his mouth. Henry climbed on the bed beside him and lay down next to him, his hands were roaming, working to excite Afton's body. Chills rose despite the growing heat in the room.

"Mm, Will." Henry moaned in Afton's ear, grinding against him. It was all too much and Afton felt himself slipping into the pleasurable sense of helplessness. There was something so arousing in allowing your body to be used by others. He let Scott's press against him and suck the air right from his lungs and he let Henry use his hips to pleasure himself. His eyes fluttered as drool snaked past his lips. Scott lapped it up without hesitation.

"Here, here..." Henry muttered, sitting up. He guided Scott off of Afton and pulled Afton's half-limp body into his arms and into a slumped sort of sitting position. He weakly palmed himself, looking beyond pitiful. Scott arched his back and stuck his ass in the air like a cat to get in Afton's face again. Henry wriggled out of his pants and lifted Afton's hips, familiar with his light weight and slender body and let him sink down on his dick. Afton arched hard and his back cracked. He let his head fall back on Henry's shoulder as a low moan crawled out of his open mouth.

"Henry! Ohhh... oh." Afton moaned, his head lolled to the side as he kissed Henry's neck. Henry was trying to keep himself stable, make Afton control the pace, but the warmth and tightness around his dick was making it hard. Scott sat in between Afton's legs and rubbed his hands up and down his chest. "Scott, touch me, please! Aghhh..." Afton moaned rocking his hips, desperate for Scott to do something. Scott wrapped his hands around Afton's erect dick. His hands were hot and Afton shivered, his cockhead weeped and his breathing became sporadic.

"Shh, it's okay, its okay." Scott coaxed, kissing Afton's neck and jaw, creating dark hickies that Afton couldn't spare a moment to care about. He tried to pick his head up, but his muscles felt so weak and he let it fall back again, his eyes rolling back into his skull as his climax peaked, his legs shook for a moment as he cried out. Having had enough, Henry pushed Afton over on top of Scott, reinserted himself and started fucking him, picking his pace up to a brutal thrust. Scott, being pinned under a sobbing Afton, made himself useful, grabbing Afton's already hardening dick and jerking it off fervently.

"Scott! Ah- ah! Henryyy..." Afton begged, not knowing who to plead with first. Scott pinched Afton's cheeks and pressed his lips to his own, seemingly draining what life Afton had in him. He clenched around Henry, tightening his thighs around Scott's hips as Henry's pace slowed to a deep fucking. His dick fully hilting before coming out nearly to the tip to be shoved ruthlessly slow back into Afton. Scott began tugging at his own cock, kissing Afton deeper, breathless for the same intense pleasure. He came on Afton's stomach and muttered an apology.

Afton's whole body seemed to shake and he gripped Scott's shoulder's desperately, burying his face into Scott's neck. Henry came deep into Afton, pumping it in. He had become used to having sex with Afton, he knew what to do to excite him. Afton grew limp and his full weight settled against Scott's body. Henry scooped him up and laid him back against the pillows, pulling his head against his chest. Scott wrapped himself around Afton from behind.

"Will?" Henry asked. Tilting Afton's chin and thumbing his lip. Afton didn't react. He had passed out after Henry had came. Scott laughed breathlessly, placing lithe little kisses along his back.