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Henry let out a quiet sigh, sitting on his porch steps. It was beginning to rain, it seemed like the weather was never nice, not any more. Not after everything that's happened. First Charlie, and now his step children? The pain in his chest only seemed to get worse with every second he wondered where they had gone. But he had to stay strong, not only for himself, but his beloved husband as well, who hasn't been the same since, with good reason. Bosley Boseman, who Henry affectionately called 'Boss'. They had met when Boseman offered to buy Fredbear's Family Diner. Their love blossomed from the moment they'd met. Maybe a bit cheesy, but Henry likes to think maybe it was love at first sight.
Henry smiled a bit to himself, remembering such a lovely day, a break from all the dread he's been feeling, but only for a moment. He sat there for a moment, enjoying the silent sound of the rain. He could only enjoy it for just a moment before he heard the sound of the front door creek open, and a familiar yellow face peek out.
"Alright, Sammy. I'm comin.."
He hoisted himself off the steps and followed the small…uh…child? back into the house. Sammy plopped himself down at the dinner table. Ah, a nightnight snack. Henry smiled and ruffled Sammy's hair, before grabbing him a small bag of baby carrots. He waited for him to get done eating and sent him off to bed! With Sammy settled for the night, Henry wandered to his own bedroom to confront his husband, who he hadn't seen for the majority of the day. That was how most days went as of recently. He peeked into the bedroom, Boseman was just a lump in the bed, curled up in blankets, facing the wall.
"Darling, are you awake?"
The lump nodded in response, shuffling a bit and turning towards him.
"Mornin' honey."
"Well..actually it's 10 in the evening."
"Ah. My mistake."
Henry let out a small sigh, he laid next to his husband and brushed a few strands of hair out of his face.
"Have you eaten?"
"Mnh..not hungry."
The blonde frowned a bit to himself, before putting a smile back on his face.
"We'll just have to change that then! C'mon I'll make some chicken noodle!"
Boseman didn't respond, he just stuffed his face back into the pillow, obviously not interested in eating much at all. Henry had expected that much, but wasn't sure how to cheer the taller man up this time.
"Well…you can't stay cooped up in this room forever!...it's wet but the moon's out, a full one! It's really somethin'...Come out with me? Have a smoke? I miss you…"
"M'kay."
The larger man sat up, his hair a mess, tired, sad eyes. He looked down at his husband and smiled warmly. It was a sad smile, but it still made Henry's heart sputter. He returned the smile, before leaning over and giving him a quick peck on the lips. Henry slid off the bed, he took his husband's hand and led him to the back porch. It wasn't raining that hard anymore. It was dark, the moon loomed over them in the sky, bright and beautiful, the only source of light. Henry thought to himself how beautiful his partner looked with the moon lighting up his face. With a small spark of a lighter, Boseman lit up his cigarette. He took a long drag, leaning back on the porch swing. The short, blonde leaned against him, he didn't mind the smell, actually he quite liked it. Boseman smoked quite often, even more so after the incident. While it annoyed Henry at first, now he can't help but be reminded of his husband when he smells it. It makes him feel warm, it makes him feel at home, it makes him feel safe, by his husband's side.
They didn't exchange many words. They didn't have to. They had been together for many years now, it was just as comforting to silently enjoy the other's company. They stayed that way for a while, completely silent, aside from the light patter of the rain, the slight squeak from the porch swing as they slowly rocked back and forth mindlessly. The cold air started to make Henry's face sting, nuzzling against his husband wasn't working anymore. Boseman piped up, as if he could read the smaller man's mind.
"Pretty chilly out, huh? Ready to go back in, honey?"
"Yeah, I think I'm ready to lay down now."
Boseman put his cigarette out on the arm to their porch swing, before flicking the butt off into the grass. He stood up, brushing whatever ash he had off of his plaid green pajama pants. He offered a hand to Henry, which he gladly took, standing up as well. He followed his husband inside, and back to their dark bedroom. Henry flicked on a lamp, still dim, but just enough to be able to see each other. He sat his red-tinted glasses on his bedside table before rubbing his eyes and letting out a yawn. Boseman yawned in response, tucking himself right back into bed.
Henry laid down next to him, nuzzling up close to the taller man.
"...I miss you being around..I know it's hard, I really do…But me and Sammy really need you right now.."
Boseman let out a sigh through his nose, turning towards him, a small frown on his face.
"I..I know…I'm sorry, baby..Things…are different now.."
"I know things aren't like they used to be, but you can't shut us out..We love you. We can help you! You can help us..Th..They..Wouldn't want us to be like this."
Boseman's breath hitched, he stared at his husband for a moment, tears welling in his eyes, he blinked them away.
"I'm sorry, you're right…I've been..stupid.. I have to be stronger than this, I need to be stronger than this..I'm supposed to be. I shouldn't be crying."
"It's okay to cry, I'm here for you. Your not stupid, honey. Your feelings aren't stupid."
Henry pressed his hand against the side of his face, rubbing his cheek with his thumb. Boss leaned into the other's touch, sniffling away his tears.
"You always did know what to say, my love."
Henry smiled a bit, kissing the other gently.
"Get some sleep, alright?"
"Alright."
"Sleep well, darling."
"Goodnight, dearest."
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The next morning, Boseman woke up a bit later than his stout husband. He pulled himself out of bed and sluggishly made his way to the kitchen. Coffee was already brewed and ready in the pot. Henry's car wasn't in the driveway, likely dropping Sammy off at school, fourth grade! He was growing up too fast.
He got himself a cup of coffee, he preferred it completely black, the exact opposite of his overly sugared up husband. Henry and Boseman were opposites in a lot of ways, he supposed that's probably why they did so well together. Everything they've been through together and Henry was still by his side.
He sat down on the couch, it creaked under his weight, it was old, covered in cracker crumbs thanks to a certain ten year old. Boseman heard the gravel crunch in the driveway, he peeked out the window, delighted to see his husband pulling back in, still in polka dot pajama pants. Henry came inside, smiling.
"You're up! Good Morning, Boss!"
"Mornin' , Sunshine."
"Sunshine?"
Henry chuckled, shaking his head, he stood on his tippy toes, Boseman bent down, giving him a quick smooch.
"Coffee's good, thanks for makin' it."
"Of course!"
Henry poured himself his second cup, once making his way to the kitchen. They both took sips, letting out a sigh, leaning against the counter. It was quiet, but most Monday mornings were, without the kids. It almost seemed like normal silence.
"What time are you heading to the restaurant? You're still in pajamas."
"I thought I'd stay home with you today, actually. Willy said he had it under control."
"And you believed him?"
"I'll deal with the damage tomorrow. I want to spend the day with you."
Boseman chuckled, kissing his husband on the top of his head, before setting his, now empty, coffee cup in the sink.
"Well…I'm glad.. I've missed you too."
Henry sat his cup in the sink as well, wrapping his arms around his tall husband's waist. He buried his face into his shirt, squeezing him. Boseman wrapped his arms around him too, scooping him up into his arms.
"Oh my! I'm too heavy for this!"
"You're perfect, my love."
"Well gosh, now you're gonna make me blush..put me down!"
Boseman ignored him, instead planting soft kisses all over the smaller man's face, making him let out a laugh. The blonde's face getting darker red by the second!
"That tickles!"
"Y'know, Sammy won't be home for a while..and…I've really missed you."
"Is that so?"
Boseman nodded, before smiling and kissing his husband again. Henry giggled a bit, kissing his nose in response.
"Well Mr.Bossman, what do you suppose we should do then?"
Boseman started making his way towards their bedroom, still holding tight to Henry, who had his arms wrapped around his neck and his legs wrapped around his waist.
"I have a few ideas."
He gently sat Henry onto the bed, then leaned over him, planting small kisses down his neck.
"Oh yeah?"
Henry brought his hands up to Boss' long hair, running his fingers through it gingerly. He felt him lean into his touch, he always did love having his hair played with. Boss reached down, slipping Henry's shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, before doing the same with his own. He sat up a bit, admiring his partner under him. He was soft and plump, a happy trail down his tummy, the same color as his hair. Freckles and beauty marks covered his torso and shoulders. Beautiful stretch marks on his stomach and hips. Boseman always found them quite lovely. He found everything about his husband perfect. Henry couldn't help but blush under his husband's gaze.
"C'mon, quit staring…It's embarrassing.."
"Art should be admired, dear."
Boseman leaned back down, going back to leaving small kisses on his neck.
"You're such a sap!"
"Only for you, my love."
Henry laughed and rolled his eyes, then let out a small gasp as he felt his husband's teeth grazing against the skin on his neck. His hands found their way back in Boseman's hair, just in time as he bit down lightly, causing Henry to let out a small whine. He kissed where he had bit, before kissing his way down to his chest, cupping one of the shorter man's breasts. He started to rub and tease at his nipple, making the smaller man squirm under his touch. Henry was always pretty sensitive there. He loved this sort of thing! Boseman didn't have any complaints either, who doesn't love boobs? He leaned down, taking the other into his mouth, sucking and flicking his nipple with his tongue, while still teasing the other with his fingers. Henry let out small gasps, leaning his head back against the pillow.
" B,,Bosley,,"
Henry started to buck his hips up against the other, hoping for some kind of friction. Boseman pulled away from his chest and gave his tummy a few soft kisses, before pulling down his polka-dot pajama pants, along with his boxers. Henry let out a small sigh of relief. Boseman scooted his own pajama pant's down, relieving his own dick. Boseman grabbed his husband's cock, immediately starting to jerk them both off. Henry let out some small, quiet moans, as he carefully watched the other's hands work. Boseman leaned forward, grinding himself on the other, taking both of their erections in the same hand, pumping them both at the same time. He gripped Henry's thigh, pushing his leg up, eventually pulling his other hand away and bringing it to his mouth, spitting on and lubing up his own fingers. Henry quickly adjusted, moving his hips up a bit for his partner. Boss started to rub his hole, slowly pushing his finger into him. Henry sighed through his teeth, leaning his head back, he brought his arms up and grip the pillow under him. It had been quite awhile since the two had a chance for some alone time. He slowly moved his finger in and out of his husband, making sure he was ready before adding a second one. Soon he began to pick up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of him. Henry's breath began to pick up as he started moving his hips to match Boss' movements. Boseman knew exactly where to push his fingers, hitting just the right bundle of nerves that made Henry let out a loud, gasping moan. He began to thrust his fingers faster, sure to hit his spot over and over, causing Henry to become a mewling mess, panting and moaning.
"Pl..Please!! I want more..Please fuck me..!!"
Boseman compiled, pulling his fingers out of his husband, who whined at the sudden emptiness. He reached over Henry and into the side table, pulling out a condom from the drawer.
Henry watched with eyes half lidded, wiggling his hips needily as his husband rolled the condom onto his dick. Boseman grabbed his hips, gently pushing his dick into his partner. Henry hissed through his teeth, his husband's dick was definitely a lot bigger than two fingers, but he asked for it, I suppose. Boseman waited for Henry to finish adjusting himself and getting comfortable before slowly starting to move his hips.
"Please..be gentle.."
"Of course, my darling."
He slowly moved his hips, while his movements were slow, they were deep, with every press against his body, Henry let out a long, low moan in response. Boseman leaned down, kissing the side of Henry's face. Henry wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close to embrace him in a hug. Boseman kisses along the smaller man's jawline, then his neck. Slowly rocking his hips deep inside of him, Henry squeezed his partner close, letting out small, gasping moans.
"You're taking it so good, you're being so good for me, Henry.."
"Mnh,, you feel…so good..I love you.."
Boseman kissed his ear, lovingly, nuzzling his face into his neck.
"I love you too.."
With his nuzzled into the blonde's neck, Boseman continued to move his hips slowly. Pushing in deep, rubbing just right against the spot that made Henry arch his back. Nails started to lightly dig into his back.
"F…faster..please.."
Boseman just nodded a bit in response before starting to quicken the pace, he sat up a bit, with his hands on either side of Henry's head, starting to move his hips a bit harsher. The sound of skin slapping and quiet moaning started to fill the quiet room. The bed creaked with every deep thrust. Henry gripped the sheets under them, starting to moan a bit louder. He started to feel that familiar knot in his stomach.
"B,,Boss..Im..close!"
Boseman reached down and gripped Henry's cock, starting to jerk him as he continued to thrust into him. The blonde moved his hips along with Boseman's.
"That's it baby, cum for me, okay? God you're so fucking beautiful."
Henry whined in response, but nodded quickly. Boseman began to quicken the pace of his hand, which sent Henry over the edge, letting out one final, cried out moan, his cum shot onto his stomach and Boseman's hand. With one final, deep, thrust, Boseman came second, leaning forward into his husband and breathing heavily. Hot breath filled the room as the two panted in an attempt to catch their breath. Eventually Boseman sat up, pulling out of his husband. He tied off his condom and tossed it into the trash before pulling up his pajamas and laying down next to Henry.
"You did so good..You were amazing.."
He kissed Henry's red, sweaty face, with crooked, fogged up glasses.
"I love you, Boss, I love you so much..I love you so much, I love you I love you!"
Boseman laughed, he kissed his husband on the lips and smiled.
"I love you too, darling. Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
Henry nodded in response and sat up a bit. Boseman grabbed a cloth from the washroom and wiped the cum off of his partner's stomach and thighs. Leaning down and planting small kisses in both areas as well. He tossed the rag in the dirty clothes hamper once he was done and grabbed him a pair of boxers to slip on. Henry did so and sat up all the way, stretching.
"Can you get me some water?"
"Of course..I'll be right back."
Boseman walked to the kitchen and got his husband a glass of ice water. It was sunny out today, quite the opposite of yesterday's sad, rainy weather. He brought the water to the bedroom, Henry happily took the glass and chugged.
Boseman chuckled, watching as he downed the entire glass in one go. He laid back in the bed, Henry followed suit, cuddling up to his much taller husband.
"I'm glad you came out this morning..I really missed you."
He kissed Henry's cheek, wrapping a strong arm around him and pulling him closer.
"I missed you too..Don't worry…I'm not going anywhere."
Henry nuzzled his face into his chest.
"Good, 'cause now I need a nap."
"Good call."