~Davesport Oneshots~

Wank [smut]

[finishing this olf idea i had, tel Danny to stop loving piss]

[smut, piss]

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It was an average morning, if you could ever call it that. Jack hummed softly, his bed that was not only occupied by him. He was accompanied by his purple co-worker, Dave. Jack smiled softly, Dave's head nested into his chest with his arms wrapped around the other's waist, pulling him closer. The orange man wished he could spend all day in this warmth with his "friend" but the two of them had to get up for work. 

  You see, the previous day, after the men had completed their shifts at Freddy Fazbenders, Dave asked if he could stay at Jacks -whom he called "sportsys"- place. The shorter man of course had his many many negative thoughts about what could happen with letting the aubergine stay with him, but decided to agree. Well, he was more of forced to agree after a dog had chased Dave practically into Jack's car. 

  The orange man did like Dave's company, however. He'd taken a liking to the strange purple fellow, though he assumed those feelings were those of friendship between the two. 

  But that's a pretty hard thing to assume once Dave had made his way into Jacks bed and curled up next to him. Jack had to admit it was kind of cute, Daves messy hair making his head look like a gross and oily fur ball that rubbed against the shorter man's chest. 

  Jack now looked at the clock, reading 11am. He sighed and sat up slowly, making sure not to disrupt his sleeping companion. It wouldn't take Dave long to get up anyway, considering he had slept in his already crumpled work clothes. The purple man groaned softly as Jack slipped out of the bed, making his way to the folded clothes on a dresser. Jack silently got dressed, unaware of the half-asleep friend watching him. 

  Yes, Dave was watching old sport undress and put clothes on. Why? Why not? It didn't take a detective to find out that Dave had a crush on the orange man. He was the tangerine to his aubergine. Old sport was just about the last good thing he had, he couldnt fuck this up. There's no harm in havin' sleepovers with a pal, and Dave can always say 'no homo' if Sportsy were toask about his cuddling. Plus it's not Daves fault he's clingy to stuff when he's asleep. Its natural!

Though, Dave had to admit that seeing Jack undress was kinda hot. Not in a gay way of course. But something about the way his boxers looked full help arise a hesr withjn Dave. The purple one couldnt help but groan softly, feeling his nether reigons hest uo uncomfortably.

Jack looked over at his co-worker, chuckling as he stepped over to Dave's side.

"wakey wakey,"

Dave only hummed sofly into the pillow, eager to hide his reddend face.
The tangerine looked sf his friemd worrridly, forcing Dave to turn to him.

  "Jesus, Dave, you look sick," Jack mumbled, feeling Daves head and cheeks. "Fuck, youre gonna stay here today, okay? No work."

Normally no work would be a blessing, but the aubergine could already feel himself missing the other. He nodded silently, his hand benesth the blanket already toying at himself  through his boxers. Jack smiled at him, unknowingly.

"Okay, good. Ima take a shower, you rest." he orderd softly.

  "sir yes sir-" the aubergines accents said, slurring the words as he breathing got heavy, continuing to play with his boxers.

Jack smiled, grabbing a grey towel from his closet, leaving the room.

Dave let out an immediate sigh of relief, turning to look at windows thet let the sunligh seep in. Dave groaned once more, feeling his body ache for any pleasure. He figured he could pull a quick one whilst jack was gone.