A couple weeks passed and things went smooth. Seemed like no bad blood. Miguel had even helped Miles and Gwen with homework. It consisted of the giant calling him dumb, but not in a serious manner. So it was weirdly nice.

Currently the teens were listening to whatever Ben and Miguel were arguing over. Something about which movie monster could beat who. With Peter putting his two cents in ever so often.

"It's a radioactive mega lizard, how would it get beaten by a slightly oversized gorilla?" Miguel scoffed.

"It's a gorilla! They're like the yous of the jungle! Big for no reason!" Ben scoffed.

"He shoots lasers of hot radiation," Mig rolled his eyes, "What is your ape going to do?"

"Punch him in the mouth!"

"That's a pretty good strategy," Peter interjected.

"Right, burn its hand off that much faster," he turned to the teens, "Does punching fire hurt you or fire?"

"Depends the fire, mate," Hobie was still messing with Miguel.

"What does that mean, it's fire,"Gwen scoffed.

"Do you know how strong a gorilla is?" Pav demanded.

"I have an inkling," Miles remarked, "But I still think King Kong had a better chance than what he was given."

"You haven't given a sufficient argument," Miguel pointed to Ben with a triumphant smirk.

"Oh yeah? Well your butt is fat," he stuck his tongue out.

Mig was taken aback by the comment. A sure sign of a sore loser, "It is not! Yours is flat!"

Ben gasped, covering his tushy as the teens laughed, "And I was just starting to think we were friends."

Jess rushed through the group, grabbing Miguelito by the arm and beginning to drag him off, "I need you for something real quick. Like right now."

"I, wha-," he nearly tripped following the pull, "I'll be back."

X

"What's up?" he asked, a little concerned with the urgency in Jess' body language, "Everything ok?"

"I forgot my pump," she took her jacket off, tossing it on the chair.

"What?"

She confirmed the door was locked before going in her bag to grab her nipple wipes, "I need you to nurse me."

Everything in the world went still for a potential eternity in a few moments. Miguel took several moments to register.

He cocked his head, "Excuse me?"

"I need you to nurse me," Jess repeated, taking her shirt off and pulling him to the chair.

Mig blushed hot red, averting his eyes, "You're not…"

"I have to express in the next half hour or I'm going to start leaking."

"Then go get it!?"

"I don't have time," she shook her head, taking a seat and exposing her left boob, sanitizing it.

Miguel stammered.

"I just need this favor. If you do this for me I'll have time to go home and grab one to keep here so this doesn't happen again," she sighed, "I know it's a weird favor to ask, but I'm really full."

2099 whimpered, getting down on his knees. He did his best to look anywhere but at his friend, "How am I supposed to do this?"

"You put your mouth on it, cup your tongue some around the nip and suck," she put her hand on the back of his head, "You haven't sucked a tit in your adulthood?" She teased.

"Not one attached to a friend and normally under far different circumstances," he muttered.

"Right," she cupped her bosom in one hand and guided his head in the other.

Mig bit his lip, allowing the lead. He nearly whimpered again when he felt her nipple tap his lip. Ok, ok. He opened up and latched on.

Several seconds passed with him just holding her boob in his mouth. After taking a moment he managed to start sucking. He nursed until his mouth was full of warm milk. It took another full minute before he managed to swallow.

It…was kind of sweet tasting. Reminded him of a vanilla shake.

"Thanks again, I know I pulled you away abruptly. But I already leaked twice last week," she shook her head, "One of those was entirely Peter and Mayday's fault, by the way."

"Mm hmm," he acknowledged her as best he could with his mouth full.

"I'm happy you're laughing again," Jess cooed at him, "It's nice to see you getting along more with the kids, instead of just tolerating."

Mig hummed as a response. They were agreeable when they weren't being annoying.

"What do you think of butter chicken and pasta for dinner?" She knew she had to keep him distracted, and herself.

Normally when Gunner was nursing she would hold his hands and talk to him. Or something. There wasn't anything in the room to be a source of entertainment. It was just an empty room she pulled a chair to.

"Mmm hmm."

"Yeah," she sighed, pressing down on her chest, making sure the flow was still even and good, "It's been a minute since I cooked that."

Mig sighed, continuing to drink. He wasn't sure how long he was supposed to do this. He was getting close to full when there was a gentle tapping on his head.

"Left is done, thanks."

He let go, wiping his mouth with his wrist, "Uh…welcome. Ok, I'm going to."

"Just gotta finish on the right and you're free," she released her other breast after snapping the first into her nursing bra.

"Right, you have two," he prepared himself, "Ok."

X

"What happened? I scared you?" She teased, referring to how wet he was.

Mig crossed his arms, "This floor is cold. Gonna have to get a rug for it."

"Aww, baby," she rubbed his cheek with her finger.