Chapter 6 Murry #2
“Perfect,” he replied as he started helping us out of the gear.
“The lighting and heating in here is set to resemble the clubs I’ve been to, so that is very good to know.
When you put these back on, they’ll be reversed, but I thought we’d take a break, get some food and fluids in you, and let you talk about anything you noticed about the gear while you were playing.
Since I don’t know your preferences yet, I thought we’d order in; that way I can start to learn what you like and have food and drinks readily available. ”
“We’re good with fruit and salad,” I explained. “Neither of us eats much meat unless it’s fish and seafood.
“We love tuna salad, so deli sandwiches are always good,” Raleigh added.
“Very good to know. I’m glad I didn’t go with a charcuterie platter like I was considering; there wouldn’t have been a single meat on there that you would have enjoyed. How does tuna salad sandwiches with a side of grilled pineapple sound?”
“Absolutely perfect and light enough that we’re not gonna feel overly full and disgusting when we start playing again,” I said while Raleigh nodded.
“Perfect, I’ll get our order put in, then I’m afraid I’ll need to excuse myself to pump; I can already feel the need coming on,” he said, a slight flush spreading out over the bridge of his nose.
“Mmmm,” Raleigh hummed before flushing too.
“Umm… we…” I started to stammer out an offer to help, but I feared that it would be crossing a line and make us seem unprofessional.
We just stood there for several moments, staring at one another, as the memory of what we’d done for him at the club flashed through my head. I wasn’t opposed to a repeat, but he was our boss now, and I wasn’t sure how not to make it awkward by offering.
“We’re on break now, right?” Raleigh asked.
“We are,” Mr. Dorian said, each word slow and measured, like he was trying to figure out where Raleigh was headed.
Truthfully, so was I.
“So, like, when we’re on break at the club, that’s our time and we can do whatever we want with it, even make out with each other if we’re all riled up,” Raleigh admitted, that flush of his growing a bit bright.
“If this is our time and we’re okay with it, which we are, couldn’t we help you out with that, so you didn’t have to pump? ”
Thank you, Raleigh!
I almost blurted that out loud. Instead, I flashed him a grin, which he returned, looking rather pleased with himself.
“I’d never ask you guys to do that for me,” Mr. Dorian replied.
“But you’re not asking,” Raleigh said. “We’re offering, and that’s different. Right? I mean…”
He blew out a breath, eyebrows drawing in until he was practically scowling as he worked out how to put his words together. Mr. Dorian proved to be just as patient as I was in these moments and waited silently until he finished his thoughts.
“I can see it maybe being inappropriate if you’d asked or expected us to help because of what we did at the club,” Raleigh said. “But even then, we saw your shirt dampening and offered to help you out while you tried to lean back away from Murry so he wouldn’t notice or feel it on his skin.”
“You noticed that?”
Raleigh nodded. “We offered then the way we are offering now. Your friend’s birthday wasn’t our first trip to the club; we’ve nursed many times before, and we like it. So, if you’re okay with it, we’d be happy to help you.”
“I am more than okay with it,” Mr. Dorian replied. “Just as long as you know that you never have to feel obligated to help just because I start leaking or anything like that.”
“You’d be giving us a treat,” I admitted. “We don’t get down there as often as we’d like, and we are both very, very fond of milk.”
I flicked my tongue out when I said it, while Raleigh licked his lips.
That seemed to erase any lingering hesitation Mr. Dorian had, because he quickly punched in the order before tugging off his t-shirt.
I loved the wide chairs he had in the space.
They were really more like two-seaters, so he had a place for his timer and art supplies to rest. Now he widened his legs and patted his knees, offering us each a place to sit and get comfortable.
I could smell the milk before my tongue touched his nipple, lapping to stimulate the flow, while Raleigh just let out a low groan and rubbed his cheek against the opposite nipple before latching on.
Mr. Dorian groaned, a warm, strong arm wrapped around my body, holding me tight to him.
I knew he was doing the same with Raleigh on the other side of him, and I’m sure Raleigh was happily suckling away, the same as I was.
At one point, Raleigh shifted forward, just enough to rub noses with me, and my eyes popped open to see him grinning across Mr. Dorian’s chest, a tiny drop of milk at the corner of his lips that I leaned in to lick away.
When we latched back on, Mr. Dorian moaned, and his hand slid up my back so he could stroke my hair.
I’d have been lying if I ever tried to claim that I hadn’t hoped for this after being in his lap at the club.
Raleigh and I had missed getting the chance to pop into the Brotherhood’s club and help the members on a regular basis.
Once, a few years back, we’d thought we’d found a Daddy, but work took him to Vancouver before we’d worked out whether we were in a relationship or not, and after a while, the texts and video chat invitations had stopped coming.
Could this be our second chance?
As I drew in another warm pull of milk, I was hit with a sudden realization.
I hoped it was.