But Yet another threesom

                                    

                                          
This is going to be Scott x Afton x trans male named Oliver!


The day was dragging on and Oliver could confidently say he would rather be buried alive than sit at this desk anymore than he already has. He flopped his head down and it hit the wood a little too hard, but he was no quitter and kept it there, out of exhaustion and the desperation for consistency in his drama. Just as he felt his conscience slipping away and he had excepted the sweet nothing of sleep, his office door opened and his head jerked up so fast stars flashed his vision. 
 "Shit..." He mumbled and wobbled a little bit in his seat. When his vision cleared, he looked up to see his boss, dressed in a baby blue button down, a red tie and his signature red rotary phone on his head. Oliver had never had the pleasure of seeing Scott's face, but he had heard rumors that some people had. They always went one of two ways: he was devilishly attractive, or he was hideous and wore it for a reason. Oliver had never really heard an in between.
 "Sleeping? Again? Now if you worked the nightshift, then maybe this would be acceptable, but seeing as you don't, I'm marking it as lazy. Oliver, I know you're a hard worked but... you just slack off too much for it to count." Scott scolded and Oliver felt his heart ache with fear. Tears brimmed in his eyes, it wasn't often that he was yelled at by bosses, Scott was right, he usually was a hard worker. What Scott didn't know was that Oliver was fighting to keep his shitty apartment and doubling up on jobs.
 "I-I'm sorry..." Oliver managed to stammer out, but his voice was being choked out with the onslaught of tears that were threatening to burst. He swallowed hard and opted to just stare at Scott. Scott tapped his clipboard with his pen in an irritated manor as he assessed Oliver with a cocked head.
 "Look at him, Scott, are you really going to make him cry?" Another voice said, and suddenly Mr. Miller was standing in the doorway just beside Scott. Oliver bit his lip and looked up at the ceiling of course he had to show up. Oliver would be lying to himself if he denied that Mr. Miller was attractive and to be sitting here teary eyes? Embarrassing. They had a strange connection, Miller and Scott, it was weird how, even though Miller had no substantial power in the business, Scott seemed to have given him some. Oliver never thought to question it
 "Mr. Miller." Oliver said in a level tone when Scott turned to look at Miller. Oliver had no idea what face he was making.
 "Please, call me Afton, I have nothing to hide from you." Afton said, grinning almost maliciously over to Olive, who suddenly had a sinking feeling of being trapped. The name was familiar, but nothing came to mind, Oliver didn't have the sleep to be able to think on it further. 
 "Afton, I'm not going to cry." He said defiantly but he heard Scott scoff beneath his phone mask. 
 "Of course you weren't." He spat, looking back to Oliver, who shrank back into his seat. Afton walked into the room and stood behind the chair that Oliver was in and put his hands on his shoulders, rubbing them enough to send shivers down Oliver's spine.
 "Now, now, we're all a little tense, it's understandable. Let's all just take a deep breath." Afton prompted, giving Oliver's shoulders a particularly tight squeeze, causing Oliver's face to flush red as his face tingled. It had been awhile since he'd been able to devote any amount of time, no matter how small, to his own personal well being. Afton's hands were like magic personified. He leaned back into the chair and Scott did nothing but watch. Oliver couldn't help it, he knew his face was red, but his body was going slack as Afton worked his shoulders and neck. He moaned. A lewd, perfectly audible moan. "There we go, the relaxation I was looking for." Afton grinned, and leaned over the chair to put his face right next to Olivers. "Doesn't it feel good? Scott, I think if we helped out little friend, his work ethic would improve, what do you think."