Orc Boyfriends: Cupid & Hector (complete)

On your way to work you pass a leather goods store called Heck & Arrow. You’ve noticed it but never gone into it before. Still, it catches your eye all the same. In their window they feature shoes, chaps, and several other clothing items you would never wear, but the scent of leather, mixed with the scent of the cafe you work at, always comes together to make something magic.

You moved here a few months ago when your brother’s long-time partner had left him abruptly. You started living with him to help him pay bills, get him on his feet. It’s fine with you - it isn’t like anything is going on back home anyway. You worked a cafe job there too, lived at home with your parents, and didn’t have much going on aside from occasional hangouts with friends. You’d stopped attending courses at the local community college because you didn’t have the time anymore, let alone the money. You also had to pay for things which seemed more pertinent than an education.

You’re leaving work late one afternoon. The breakfast rush had been murder, and the lunch rush even worse. You’d been on your feet all day, soles aching and on fire  and it feels like you’re dragging cinder blocks around. Just outside Heck and Arrow there’s a bench, so you plop down to rest for a moment. But the bench is old, and the sharp impact of your body 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 to help you rise. “Are you okay?” He looks at the bench, then back at you. “Are you hurt at all?”

You bring 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 orc comes to the doorway as the first one helps you up. Your leg hurts little, but it’s mostly your hip that causes an issue.

“I told you that the bench needed replacing!” the second orc exclaims.

“Oh shut up,” the first one snaps. “You were right, fine. But right now we have an injured little duckling here.”

“I threw myself on the bench,” you sigh. “It’s okay. It wouldn’t be the first chair I ruined.”

“I’m Cue, and this is Heck.” 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, and clean-shaven with a long, thick braid draped over his shoulder. His skin is faded red, and tattoos poke out from under his shirt. 

Heck walks over, taking an alcohol wipe from a wrapper. Using a pair of tweezers, Cue dabs it across the skin cut above your brow. “I don’t think she’ll bleed to death.”

Cue chuckles. “The scare probably did 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 Band-Aid 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.”

“Well, at least now you can say that work wasn’t the worst part of your day,” Heck jibes.

You smile up at him. Heck has green skin with purple freckles. His eyes are hazel, leaning towards green, and his hair is grey with streaks of black and white throughout. He keeps it long, all combed to one side to expose an undercut. The ear on that side has five piercings in it, each a ring bigger than the one above it. Heck is thicker around the middle, but taller than Cue. Cue has a more lithe appearance to him, but thicker thighs and more pronounced haunches. All in all, they are 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 out of the room.

“I am so, so sorry,” Cue tells you. “If you need anything, just ask. Actually, my little sister is a chiropractor, and I could ask her to see you.”

You shake your head. “I don’t think it’s anything that serious. 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 you see their names are actually Cupid and Hector. You also notice, in fine print under the name of the business, 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 BDSM 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 every day.”

“I just saw leather boots and chaps in the window.” You 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. He puts the water and medicine beside you. “Let that settle for a few minutes. 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 understand.”

“I’m surprised my brother didn’t say anything, either.” You squirm against the ice pack, trying to get comfortable. 

“We were just getting ready to order lunch, and 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. It’s 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 want. “This habanero pineapple thing sounds good.”

“Habanero?” Heck gives you a once-over. “That thing is pretty spicy. Are you sure you can handle it?”

You want it 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 that bench, we could have lost our business.” He gives you a sharp glare. “It’s all we have, got it?”

“I don’t have the money or time to sue anybody,” you scoff. “I get you.”

“Good.” Heck motions to the aspirin. “You should take some.”

You shake your head. “I’m not taking medicine from strangers. You seem nice, but I want to be safe.”

Heck nods. “Suit yourself.” He opens the bottle to show you it’s not tampered with.

You take the bottle back, stripping off the plastic. “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. And 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. “The 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 to avoid overeating 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 takeout order, immediately finds his container and starts eating. “Here you go, 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. “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 out of the office. Beyond the stands of leather, you see a back room with a sign posted nearby stating that no one under the legal adult age can pass. It also warns that there are cameras, and an employee will be present at the door as well. As Cue opens the door, you aren’t sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t the neat and clean atmosphere you step into. It’s almost like walking into a Sephora. “The shelves are a little bare, but we’re working with a new supplier,” Cue says. 

Against the back wall stands a mannequin dressed in an intricate leather bodice, with straps that cross this way and that to make a beautiful lattice pattern. It’s also fitted with a hoop skirt-like cage made from leather. The outfit is completed by a mask and thigh high boots. “Did you make this?” you ask.

“Yeah, we did.” Cue smiles proudly at it. “One of our most popular designs. If you’re ever curious, I’d love to show off our lookbook 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 says. 

“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, and when she got sick we went in together to buy the place so she could afford her medical costs.” He looses a heavy sigh. “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 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 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 I made it through the night,” you tease. 

Heck places the bottle of aspirin in your hand. “Keep it. Take one every day to make sure you don’t get a blood clot.” He sounds like a concerned mother hen!

“Thank you.” You place the bottle in 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 want to help, even a little. Besides, a little splurge now and again is alright. 

You let the toy charge, so when you’ve had dinner and a bath, it would be fully powered. It’s bright neon green, thick, and the shaft is full of beads. When you push a button it rotates, and can vibrate at different levels of intensity. You lie back in total darkness, feeling your cool sheets and the breeze from the window. You close your eyes, imagining a lover in the shadows. As you touch yourself, you imagine the lover coming close, 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 vibration function. You rub it up and down your labia, imagining this shadow lover preparing to thrust himself inside. You ease the toy in, moving it slowly inside you. You grasp your breast, pretending it’s him. 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.

The orgasm takes your breath away, and glad you have the pillow to muffle your cries. You remove the toy from inside you, breathing heavily as you lick your own fluid from it. You giggle, flopping against the bed as the afterglow rolls over you. It’s been a long time, and you’ve 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 the lover in the shadows. 

The next day, you stop by the shop before your shift for a quick chat. Cue is behind the counter on the phone, with an irritated look on his face. His hair is tied up in a high ponytail today, which looks rather cute. He 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. He doesn’t sound very convincing. “But I’m glad you’re okay. Are you going in to work?”

“Unfortunately. Probably 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, his shirt soaked and clinging to his chest. “That fucking sink,” he growls. “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 slap the counter. “I’d 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’ll 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’re both really cute, and you’re 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. “Well, yes. But I don’t know which one to ask, or whether 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 almost drool at the thought. “Really?”

“We’re partners in everything,” Heck grins. “We love sharing.”

You're lost in a sea of fantasy. “Then… when would you both be free for a date?”

“We close in an hour. Why not meet us here then?” Cue asks.

“We’re 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, get ready and rush on back!” You could practically skip, you’re so giddy. Two orcs for the price of a fall off a bench. Not too bad.