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Orc Boyfriends: Cupid & Hector (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2020-08-13 20:01:00 +0000 UTCOn your way to work you pass by a store that sells leather goods called Heck & Arrow. It’s never been a store you’ve gone into before, but it’s caught your eye all the same. In their window they feature shoes, chaps, and several other clothing items. It’s things you felt you would never wear, but the scent that came from within always smelt amazing. That scent of leather, mixed with the scent of the cafe you worked at, always mingled together to make something magic.
You hadn’t lived here long, so you were still familiarizing yourself. You had moved here a few months ago when your brother needed some help. His long time partner had left him abruptly, running off with someone else. Your brother went into a depression after that, so you moved in to help him pay bills, get him on his feet, and make sure he was alright. It was fine with you, it wasn’t like anything was going on back home anyways.
You worked a cafe job there too, lived at home with your parents, and didn’t have much going on aside from the occasional hang outs with friends. You’d stopped attending courses at the local community college because you didn’t have the time anymore, let alone the money. It was okay, but you also had to pay for other things which seemed more pertinent than an education. You preferred working than sitting in a classroom all day anyways.
You were leaving work late one afternoon, the breakfast rush had been murder, and then the lunch rush was even worse. You had been on your feet all day and it felt like you were dragging painful cinder blocks around. Just outside Heck and Arrow there was a bench,s o you plop yourself down there to rest for a moment.
The bench is really old though, and that rough plop of your ass causes it to sway and crack, leaning to one side so that you fall to the ground.
“Oh shit, Heck!” An Orc comes from inside the shop, stooping down to help you rise. “Are you okay?” He looks back at the bench then you. “Are you hurt at all?”
You have your palm to your temple, but when you pull it away you see blood in your palm. “Oh fuck,” you grumble.
“Can you stand up?” The Orc asks.
Another comes to the doorway as the first one helps you up. Your leg does hurt a little, but it’s mostly your hip that causes an issue.
“I told you, Cue, that bench needed replacing!” The second Orc fusses.
“Oh shut up, Heck,” Cue snaps. “You were right, fine. But right now we have an injured little duckling here.”
“I threw myself on the bench,” you huff. “It’s okay. It wouldn’t be the first chair I ruined.”
Cue helps you into the back room while Heck pulls out a first aid kit. “Let me take a look at this cut here.” He moves your hand away. His deep, brown eyes have flecks of gold in them. He’s clean shaven and has a long, thick braid draped over his shoulder. His skin is greyish red and tattoos peek out from under his shirt.
Heck walks over, taking out an alcohol wipe from a wrapper. Using a pair of tweezers, Cue dabs it to the skint cut above your brow. “I don’t think she’ll bleed to death.”
Cue chuckles. “The scare probably did he more damage than the sidewalk.”
“I’m not going to sue or anything,” you sigh. “I shouldn’t have thrown myself down on it the way I did.”
“Frustrated?” Heck asks.
“Tired.” You pause a few beats. “Okay and frustrated.”
Cue places a bandaid over the cut. “I see you walk by a lot. You work at the cafe?”
You nod, touching your forehead to feel the bandage there. “Yeah. It was a long day among other things.”
“Well, at least you can say now that work wasn’t the worst part of your day,” Heck jibes.
You smile up at him. Heck has green skin with purple freckle like patterns through it. His eyes were hazel, leaning more green, and his hair was grey with streaks of black and white throughout it. He kept it long, all tosses to one side to expose the undercut. The ear on that side had five piercings in it, each one a ring that was bigger than the one above it.
Heck was thicker around the middle, but was taller than Cue. Cue had a more lithe appearance to him, but he had thicker thighs and a much more pronounced ass. All in all, they were very appealing.
“Nah, the fall didn’t include me working with customers.” You try to stand but your hip still hurts.
“Whoa there.” Cue comes back to your side. “Feeling your fall now?”
You nod. “I must have landed on my hip wrong.” You put your hand over it. “Yup. That’s a bruise.”
“I’ll go get some ice,” Heck says, sweeping himself from the room.
“I am so, so sorry,” Cue replies. “If you need anything you just ask. Actually, my little sister is a chiropractor, I could ask her to see you.”
You shake your head. “I don’t think it’s anything requiring something like that. I’ll probably just get a bruise.”
Cue reaches for the desk, taking a business card. “Well, if you do need anything. Call us.” He places the card in your hands.
Looking it over your see their names are actually Cupid and Hector. You also notice, in fine print under the name of the business, you see an addendum to their leather shop. You furrow your brow.
“Adult shop?” You look at Cue. “Since when is leather an adult thing?”
Cue smiles. “Well, leather is a big part of a lot of adult communities, you know? Leather isn’t even our main business, we’re an erotic shop.”
Your jaw drops. It should have been so obvious. “Really?”
Cue is trying his best not to laugh directly in your face. “Did you not know that? You walk by us almost everyday.”
“I just saw leather boots and chaps in the window.” You then roll your eyes at yourself. “Not exactly kinky, but it should have been a tip at least.”
“Maybe when you can walk I can give you a tour of the entire shop.” Cue looks up as Heck comes back into the room.
“Here.” Heck places an ice pack in your hands. He also has a bottle of water and some aspirin. “Let that settle for a few minutes.” He puts the water and medicine beside you. “Is she going to make it?”
Cue opens the water bottle for you. “She may want to now that she knows we’re the friendly neighborhood sex shop.”
“Did you think Amazon ran us off?” Heck’s smile perks up at the corners.
You shrug, taking the water and drinking. “Kind of? But I’m more shocked at my lack of observation than anything.”
Heck nods. “We’re not allowed to blatantly advertise out front, but those in the know will know.”
“I’m surprised my brother didn’t say anything either.” You squirm on the ice pack, trying to get comfortable.
“We were just getting ready to order lunch, since it seems you’ll be here for a bit, why not have something on us?” Cue asks.
You’re in the middle of a sip of water when he asks. “What were you getting?”
Heck hands you a menu. “Pick whatever you want, on us.”
“I can’t remember the last time someone bought me a meal.” You glance quickly over the menu before finding exactly what you crave. “This habanero pineapple things sounds good.”
“Habenero?” Heck gives you the once over. “That thing is pretty spicy. You sure you can handle it?”
You want it now more than ever to prove a point. “I love spicy food, I think I can handle it.”
Cue snickers as he picks up the phone. “I like that.”
Heck sits down as Cue steps out to order. He checks your arm, finding a sore spot near your elbow. “I’ve been telling him to replace that stupid thing.” he grumbles under his breath, talking to himself more than you.
“It’ll be okay. I’ve had worse falls in my life.”
“It isn’t just that,” he huffs. “There are people out there who would be a lot less forgiving than you. If the wrong person had sat on the bench and not you, we could have lost our business.” He gives you a sharp glare. “That’s all we have, got it?”
“I don’t have the money or time to sue anybody,” you scoff. “I got you.”
“Good.” Me motions to the aspirin. “You should take some.”
You shake your head. “I’m not taking medicine from strangers. You seem nice, but this world is weird nowadays.”
Heck nods his head in approval. “You’re smart, I’ll give you that.” He opens the bottle to show you it’s not tampered with. “But so am I.”
You take the bottle back, puncturing it yourself. “Thank you.”
Cue pops back in after ordering. “Everything alright? Nothing new arising?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Heck grunts. He leans back in his chair. “How is it out there?” He asks.
“Business as usual, slow.” He sits down as well and sighs.
“It was busy since we opened today at the cafe,” you remark. “Is it really that slow here?”
Cue tilts his head to the side. “We have our loyal customers of course, and curious onlookers. Not to mention our online shop does alright. But on an ordinary day, we can sometimes count the number of customers we get on our hands.”
“We rely on custom orders more than anything,” Heck says. “As long as we get at least five of those a month, we can pay bills.”
“Mind if I ask what you do custom?” You lean forward a bit. “Like BDSM kind of stuff?”
Heck shifts in his seat, crossing his legs and balancing his chin on his knuckles. “Special suits, harnesses, whips, not just for BDSM but for anything really.”
“Mind if I ask how you got into this line of work?” You ask. “It seems pretty interesting.”
Heck looks up to one of the monitors on the desk. “Food is here.” He stands up. “I’ll go get it.”
“Sorry,” you say.
“Nah, it wasn’t the question. Heck’s been excited to eat this all day. It’s his favorite restaurant, but because of health we agree to only order out once a week. So he maybe gets to eat his favorite dish twice a month.”
Heck comes back with the take out order. He immediately finds his container and starts eating.
“Here you, habanero pineapple fried rice for you.” Cue watches you curiously as you take your first few bites. It really is spicy, but it has such a good flavor too. “Want any more water?”
“No thanks, this is enough.” You happily eat.
“Feeling any better?” Heck asks after he finishes off his plate.
“I think so.” You move away the mostly melted ice pack and stand up. It hurts a bit, but no worse than your feet did earlier.
“Then how about that tour?” Cue asks. He stands and leads you from the back room. Beyond the stands of leather, you see a back room advertising no one under the legal age could go back. It also warned there were cameras, and an employee would be present at the door as well.
As Cue opened the door, you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it certainly was the neat and clean atmosphere you stepped into. It was almost like walking into a Sephora how nicely everything was put together.
“Shelves are a little bare, but we’re working with a new supplier.” In the back there is a mannequin dressed in an intricate leather bodice, with straps that crossed this way and that to make a beautiful lattice pattern. There was also a hoop skirt like cage made from leather. They had it styled with a mask and thigh high boots.
“Did you make this?” You ask.
“Yeah, Heck and I did.” Cue smiles proudly at it. “One of our most popular designs. If you’re every curious I’d love to show off our look book one day.”
You look around again, your eyes resting on a particularly fetching vibrator. “It surprises me you’re slow. It looks so nice back here.”
“The internet allows people privacy and the ability to shop from their own homes. I get it.” He huffs.
“So, how did you and Heck come to open this place?” You ask.
“We used to work here ages ago. Back then, a friend of ours owned it. When she got sick, we went in together to buy the place so she could afford her medical costs.” He lets lose a sigh that’s heavy. “We’ve been working hard to keep it going ever since.”
You take a toy from the wall. “How much is this?”
“It’s sixty. But for you, I can knock a few dollars off.” He gives you a smile. “I really should just give it to you, but we can’t even afford that.”
“You bought me lunch.” You clutch the package close. “I considered it even then.”
You go to the front and pay for the toy. Cue places it in a black, opaque bag. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Heck asks. “One of us can drive you home.”
“You two have done enough, really. I work tomorrow, so I’ll stop by and let you both know if I made it through the night.” You tease. Heck then places the bottle of aspirin in your hand.
“Keep it. Take one everyday to make sure you don’t get a blood clot.” He sounds like a concerned mother hen, you had even considered that!
“Thank you.” You place the bottle into the bag with your new toy. “I’ll see you both tomorrow!” You wave as you leave, heading back home with a smile.
You really couldn’t afford the toy, but after hearing their story you wanted to help, even a little. Besides, a little splurge now and again is alright. You let the toy charge, so that way when you had dinner and a bath, it would be fully powered.
It’s bright neon green, rather thick, and the shaft was full of beads. When you pushed a button it rotated inside and out, as well as vibrated at different pulse levels. You laid back in total darkness, feeling on your cool sheets and the breeze from the window. You closed your eyes, imagining a lover in the shadows. As you touch yourself, you imagine this lover is coming close. He’s breathing in your ear, his fingers opening you. You grow slippery, and as you slip your fingers inside, so does he.
Once you feel ready, you take the toy and turn on the vibrations. You rub it up and down your slit, imagining this shadow lover preparing to thrust himself inside. You ease the toy in, moving it slow inside you. You grasp your breast, pretending it’s the shadows. You turn on the rotations and you cry out loud. Rolling over, you thrust your hips up in the air and bury your face in the pillow. The vibrations and rotations require little effort from you. You’re free to moan into your pillow, while your imaginary lover takes care of you.
Your orgasm takes your breath away. You’re glad you have the pillow because you don’t register how loud you are. You remove the toy from inside you, breathing heavily as you lick your own honey from it. You giggle, flopping against the bed as the afterglow rolls over you. It’s been a long time, you’d forgotten what a good masturbation session felt like, not just a quick rub in the shower.
You bite your lip, smiling contentedly. You had, at one point, pictured both Cue and Heck as that lover in the shadows.
The next day, you stopped by the shop before our shift for a quick chat. Cue is behind the counter on the phone, with an irritated look upon his face. His hair is tied up in a high pony today, which looks rather cute.
Cue hangs up and rubs the bridge of his nose. “How are you?” He asks.
“Bruised but not beaten.” You tilt your head. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he scoffs. “Yeah.” He doesn’t sound very convincing. “But I’m glad you’re okay. Are you going in to work?”
“Unfortunately. Probably going into another busy shift.” You grimace at the thought. “I may stop by again after work.”
“What for?” Cue seems surprised.
You clear your throat. “Well, I was rather impressed with my previous purchase. I thought of something else I might like, so-” You smile bashfully. “I’m hoping I’ll make enough tips to get it.”
Heck walks out from the back but his shirt is soaked and clings to his chest. “That fucking sink,” he snarls. “It did it again!” He tugs up his shirt to fan it.
Cue whistles. “We have company.”
Heck looks at you and you wave. “Oh, bench girl.” He gives you a smile. “You don’t mind right?”
“You did buy me a meal,” you tease. You then slap the counter. “I best head to work now. I’ll stop later.”
“What for?” Heck asks before you leave.
You look back and smile. “It’s a surprise.” You decide that, while at work, you’d build up the nerve to ask them out. But which one?
Once your shift it over, you head back to Heck and Arrow. Heck is at the front desk and he smirks as you walk in.
“You weren’t joking.”
You smile. “Why would I?” You lean on the counter, having prepared for this by unbuttoning the first few buttons of your work shirt.
“What’s your surprise?” Heck asks.
“Is Cue here?” You tilt your head to the side. “I’d kind of like you both here.”
“I am.” Cue comes from the back room. “What is it?”
You take a deep breath to prepare yourself. “Okay so. I’ve never done this, especially not given the situation. You both are really cute, and you’re both friends, so it’s also a situation that could be awkward so-”
“If you’re asking us out, that’s a lot of extra words,” Heck chuckles.
“Is that what she’s doing?” Cue teases.
Your cheeks burn red hot. “Well, yes. But I don’t know which one to ask, or if it would be wrong to date you both.”
“Heck and I are a package,” Cue smirks. “If you’d be into such an arrangement.”
Your heart pitter patters like that was the most romantic thing ever said to you. “Both of you?” You could almost drool at the thought. “Really?”
“We’re partners in everything,” Heck grins. “We love sharing.”
You're lost in a sea of thought and fantasy. “Then uhm...when would you both be free for a date?”
“We close in an hour. Why not meet us here then?” Cue asks.
“We are lucky we have an extra steak we can grill for you.” Heck points up. “We have the grill set up on the roof.”
You smile and nod excitedly. “Okay! I’ll go home and get ready and rush on back!” You could practically skip you’re so giddy. Two Orcs for the price of the fall off a bench. Not too bad.
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Jennifer Lynn Bolan
Cute!
