Orc Boyfriends: Cupid & Hector 2 (complete)

You’re grateful you don’t have much time to panic over the date. You get home, shower, dress in something you know you can rely on, and head out the door again. You aren’t sure how this will go, because you’ve never had two dates at once before. It’s been a while since you’ve had even a one-on-one. But there’s just something about Heck and Cue that makes you feel comfortable.

You arrive at the shop to see the CLOSED sign on the door. Walking up, you push it to see if it’s locked, and it opens. The shop is quiet and dimly lit as you walk in, but Cue is behind the desk closing the cash register. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” he says quietly, not looking away from the monitor. “Still closing up.”

“It’s fine, take your time.” You take a moment to look around the shop. Several racks of leather chaps, pants, and the like, and another rack of leather bikinis, followed by a rack of shirts with the shop logo. 

A door opens near the back room Cue showed you the day before, and Heck comes walking out. He’s carrying a broom and dustpan, which he sets down at the front counter. Cue whispers and points in your direction.

“Would you like to come help me start the meal?” Heck turns and smiles at you.

You nod, stepping towards the front. Your heart is pounding in excitement. “I’m not a very good cook, but I wouldn’t mind helping out.”

“I won’t make you cook, then,” Heck teases. “Up this way.” He motions to the stairs, placing his hand on your back for the briefest of moments. 

The stairwell is decorated with all sorts of pictures taken outside the shop, back when it had the name ‘Leather Boutique’ - photos of Cue and Heck in their youth, as well as some family ones. The top of the stairs leads into a long, narrow hallway, with a row of windows looking out over the street on one wall. The other wall is lined with doors. “Don’t judge too much, we’re still renovating this place.” Heck opens one of the doors for you.

“I was just thinking how nice this hallway must look in the morning,” you say. “All the light that comes in, I bet a cat would...” 

Just as you say this a big gray cat comes streaking through the doorway. It races up to Heck, rubbing against his legs and yowling. “This is Fat Lip.” Heck picks the cat off the floor, and it immediately quiets. The cat has a very pronounced underbite, making it look like he has tusks too.

“Aww, how cute.” You hold out your hand for Fat Lip to sniff, but he stares at you as if trying to see into your soul.

“He’s shy.” Heck sets the cat back down and walks into his home. 

Fat Lip continues to stare at you. Once Heck sets a bowl of food down, Fat Lip breaks your gaze to go to it. 

Their living space is open-concept, with the walls taken down from what must have been office spaces back in the day. There’s one door towards the back you assume must be their bedroom.

“So, if you can’t cook, what do you use your kitchen for?” Heck asks. He takes you into his kitchen where you stand at an island while he pulls steaks from the fridge.

“The microwave, mostly,” you say with a shrug. “It’s just easier.”

“That sounds like no way to live.” Heck winks. “Okay then, come over here and prep the potatoes for me.”

He shows you how to slice the potatoes, coat them with melted butter, toss a few peppers, onions, and mushrooms into tinfoil, then coat the potato with seasoning before wrapping it up. He prepares a huge cast-iron skillet with olive oil. Then he takes out a loaf of hearty bread, cuts it into thick slices, slathers them with butter, then chops a whole garlic bulb and tosses it into the pan.

He’s got very skilled hands, and you can’t help but notice. The way his thick brow pinches in concentration is cute too. Looking closer, you notice a tattoo in the undercut of his hair. It looks like vines, but with the overgrowth you’re not sure.

“Nervous?” he suddenly asks.

You clear your throat. “I mean, not as nervous as I was asking you out. I didn’t expect a buy-one-get-one-free scenario.”

Heck chuckles. “Neither one of us is so cheap. You still have to earn us.”

Your cheeks burn. “I don’t mind that. I like both of you, and I’m okay with taking things slow to make sure of that.”

Heck looks at you for a moment, brow pinched, eyes curious. “Really, now? And see, here I thought it was just a sex thing.”

You frown. “No! I don’t...” You shake your head. “That’s not what I intend at all. I asked you out genuinely.” You start to wonder if you’ve misjudged, and this steak dinner is just a prelude to a roll in the hay. “Maybe I should go.”

“Wait,” Heck says gently. “That’s not what I intended either. Usually, that’s what Cue and I come across. That’s one reason we wanted you over - to make sure that wasn’t your intent.”

“It’s not,” you huff. “I personally don’t like sex without context.”

Heck nods, looking back to the food that he is prepping. “That’s good. Neither do Cue and I, regardless of the work we do.”

You lean back against the counter, your lips pressed into a firm line. “I didn’t assume that.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood. I get nervous about these things. Cue and I have been used before, so I’ve learned to grow cautious of people’s intent.”

You unclench your jaw for a smile. “It’s okay. I understand.”

The door opens and Cue walks in,  slouching and pulling his hair down. “I fucking hate that computer.” His long hair falls around his face and neck. He pushes it away with his thick fingers, like a mermaid.

Heck chuckles. “I may have offended our date, so you talk to her now.”

“Oh no, what did you do?” Cue sits on the opposite side of the island from you. His deep brown eyes are so pretty to look at, and the way his hair hangs makes him even more attractive.

“It’s okay, just a misunderstanding,” you reply. 

Fat Lip starts yowling at Cue’s feet. “Did you feed him?” 

“Yes! He’s fed. Are you not used to his game yet?” Heck rolls his eyes. “That cat is so fat because you fall for his crocodile tears every single time.”

Cue picks up Fat Lip and scratches up his chin. “I can’t help it. Look at him.”

Fat Lip purrs loudly in Cue’s arm, almost seeming smug.

“I’ve got to get the grill started,” Heck says. He hands you the potatoes you prepared. “Come and enjoy the view.”

There’s a narrow staircase that takes you to the roof, which is decorated with potted plants, a raised garden, and some mismatched patio furniture, with the grill near the chimney. You look out, getting a view of your walk to work that you had never seen before. The sky is changing to pink and purple and orange, and stars are appearing. “It’s beautiful up here.” you whisper as a gust of wind blows by, pushing at your skirt. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Cue smiles as he looks you over. “Very cute dress.”

You’ve had this dress for a long time, yet somehow over the years it’s always fit you and always looked good. It has a way of making your bosom seem bigger, your stomach smaller, and shows off your legs. It’s your go-to piece of apparel, and you had specifically learned to sew just to keep this dress tended to. “Thanks.” You can’t help but pose a little bit. 

Heck adds charcoal to the grill and gets it ready. “It’ll take a minute for the coals to get just right. You’re not too hungry, are you?”

“I’m fine. I ate something at work before I got off. I’m sure this meal is worth waiting for.” 

“I’m going to go get the beer, then. Is that alright with you?” Heck asks.

You nod. “Yeah, I’ll have one.” You tuck your hair behind your ear, but the breeze makes it hard to keep it in place.

Cue hands you a hair tie. “Take this if it helps.”

“Thank you.” You tie your hair back, then look back out over the view.

“You work at that cafe, right?” Cue points. 

“Yeah, just a waitress,” you sigh.

Cue gives you a look. “That’s a hard job. Not ‘just’ anything.” He stands pretty close, and you can smell the leather on him. “How long have you worked there?”

“Just a few months,” you sigh. “I moved here just a bit before that.”

Cue turns, bracing his hands on the ledge and leaning back. “Mind if I ask what you moved here for?”

“My brother needed some help, which was fine. I was living at home, working another cafe job. I wanted to come and help him, but more than that I just wanted to get out of the rut I was in.”

“Heck did something similar for me,” Cue speaks softly. “I’d just graduated from school, and he and I had been casual friends. He was older than me. I wasn’t doing too well. Depression got the best of me. Heck came and got me one day, helped me clean my room, and got me a job here.”

You jump up to sit on the railing. “That was sweet of him.”

Cue’s smile is gentle and warm. “I didn’t ever think he thought twice about me. It taught me you never know where you’ll find kindness.” He smiles at you. “How is your brother?”

“He’s okay, I guess. He got a new job. But he was rough for a long time. His partner left him for someone else, so he spiraled.” You shake your head. “It really took a toll on him.”

“And what about you?” he asks. “How are you doing since moving here?”

You think for a moment. “It’s been nice living with my brother. I don’t care for my job, but who does?” You look up to the sky, which is darkening to purple and indigo. “I like it here, though.”

“It’s not too bad a place,” he chuckles. “It’s peaceful, for the most part.”

“Even with your business?” you chuckle.

“You’d be surprised!” Cue laughs. “Most of our customers don’t want to get caught, so they’re very polite and quiet. And a lot of our loyal ones have become friends, even family over the years.” He sighs heavily and shakes his head. “I just wish we had more of them, is all.”

“You said you had an online shop. Do you advertise it at all?” you ask.

Heck comes back up, carrying a cooler. He sets it down, then starts handing out beers. “What are we talking about?”

“Depression and our failing business,” Cue says chipperly.

“Good thing I was downstairs,” Heck laughs.

You take out your phone. “Can you show me your online shop?”

Cue takes your phone. “Sure. We don’t have much up, though.” 

Once the site pops up he gives you your phone back. The layout is atrocious and it’s hard to navigate, even on the simplified mobile version. “You know, my brother does web design. I can ask him for some tips on how to improve your site, not to mention advertise it better. Do either of you have any social media apps?”

Heck scoffs. “I have a flip phone.”

“Does Google count?” Cue asks shyly.

You send the site address to your brother, asking him if he would be up to fixing it. “You need to build a presence. Get your regular customers to post reviews, have them take pictures wearing your gear with a hashtag. You already have a loyal following, and I’m sure they’d be happy to help spread the word about your business.”

Your phone chimes with a reply from your brother. “Oh,” you murmur. “Interesting.”

Heck furrows his brow. “What?”

“My brother said he would help revamp the site if you would make him one of those Sleeping Beauty harnesses.”

Heck and Cue exchange looks before both smiling. “He’s got a deal.”

During the evenings, after his job was over and the shop was closed, you and your brother would work with Heck and Cue to rebuild their website, as well as helping them get their online presence above water. A lot of your brother’s friends start coming to the shop. The clientele of the club he frequents become regulars, and the club’s owner even orders a bunch of harnesses to include as part of the staff uniform.

Once the site gets relaunched and the social media campaign hits, a lot more customers start coming to the store, and online sales spike. Heck and Cue end up having to hire new staff.

One night, Heck and Cue have you over to celebrate. Heck is grilling kebabs, and he pops a bottle of champagne. “Thanks to you, we’re in the black for the first time since last Black Friday.” He pours you a glass, then steals a kiss. You’re a bit surprised. His kisses have been far and few between, most of then are pecks on the cheek.

Cue puts his arm around you, pulling you close as Heck kisses him. “We owe you big time.” He kisses you, too.

You feel giddy and bubbly, and you haven’t even drunk any champagne yet. “I was happy to help! You’ve become such good friends - more than friends really - and this shop deserves it. All your hard work and craftsmanship deserves the attention.”

“Speaking of attention...” Heck pulls out a box from behind the table. “Cue and I made something to thank you for all your help.”

“You didn’t have to do anything for me, as much as you’ve been feeding me.” You open the box excitedly nonetheless. Inside, placed neatly and delicately on tissue, is a specially-made harness. It reminds you of the one you saw the first day you met them, but there are leather roses over the breasts and hips, on the collar and dotting the leather cage skirt. 

“We call it our Beast Harness,” Cue chuckles.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe.

“Just for you.” Heck raises his glass. “Maybe one day, you’ll allow us to see you in it.”

Your face burns bright red, and your heart pulses madly. You become aroused at the thought of not just wearing this, but of Heck and Cue looking at you while you’re wearing it. 

“Even the tips of her ears blush.” Cue presses a loving kiss to your cheek. “I take it you like it?”

“Yes, yes of course,” you breathe raggedly. “This must have taken ages to make! The roses are so intricate.”

“Only the best for you.”

Heck kisses your ear and down your cheek. His lips brush against your neck, making your lashes flutter. Cue joins in, tugging down your shirt to kiss and nibble your shoulder. You close your eyes, leaning in to their touch and kisses, melting away with the affection they’re lavishing on you.

“I shouldn’t have made those kebabs,” Heck laments. “I would much rather eat you.”

You could pop like that bottle of champagne. You chuckle while clearing your throat.

“Just save room for desert,” Cue teases.

Heck smirks before kissing him. “We’ll see how she feels afterwards. Let me check the grill.”

Cue returns to kissing and biting. His hand sneaks up your shirt, and in the moment, you tug it up for him. He smiles, rubbing his fingers over your bra. He nuzzles between your breasts and sighs. “You smell so good.”

You run your fingers through his long hair. “Thanks.” You’re really not sure how to respond right now. Your head is foggy, and your heartbeat is rapid.

“Mind if I take a peek?” Cue whispers.

You shake your head as he easily undoes the clasp of your bra. He pushes it up under your chin as your breasts fall free.

“What the hell are you doing over here?” Heck growls.

“I...” You chuckle nervously.

Cue kisses your breast, taking the nipple into his mouth. He moans against your skin, and Heck cups the other breast in his hand. His rough thumb rubs over the hardening nipple and he rumbles deep in his throat.

“You’re driving me nuts,” you pant.

Cue lifts his head, a string of saliva extending from his lip to your breast. “Should we stop?”

You sit up and try to catch your breath. “I don’t want to stop, but… for now...” As you sit up you feel wetness in your underwear. “I don’t want the food to burn.”

Heck smirks. “The kebabs are resting. We have time to play around.” 

He sits on the other side of you while Cue unzips and tugs down your shorts. He presses his thick fingers to the wet spot growing on your panties. Heck kisses you, cupping your breasts as Cue pushes your panties aside. You press your palm to Heck’s groin, feeling his hard cock pressing against the zipper. He moans against your lips while Cue kneels between your legs. 

You look down as Cue rubs his fingers along your labia, gently brushing against your clit. He licks it, barely touching, just enough so you can feel the heat of him. He looks up at you as his fingers ease inside. You hold your breath and shiver. “Yes, please,” you moan desperately. 

Heck chuckles against your ear. “Here, let me help.” He reaches down, pressing a rough finger to your clit, and he rubs it while Cue’s fingers move inside you. You toss your head, panting as they both work to pleasure you. A jolt scrambles your thoughts, causing your body to tense up. Your toes curl, your eyes roll, and you let out a gurgling moan.

Heck licks his fingers clean while Cue laps you up. Your body twitches, and a cold gust of air raises shivers on your skin.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “Oh fuck.”

“I think she liked it.” Cue sits up, kissing Heck hungrily. “Maybe after dinner you’d like to sleep over.”

You’re still bleary-eyed and surrounded by the afterglow. “Why after dinner?”

“To build up your energy,” Heck kisses your cheek. He cups his big hand around your groin. “After all, you’ve got both of us to work with.”