Chapter Twenty-One
Toby
The giggles made it hard to relay everything that had happened to Morty and Niall who both were staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed. “He stomped all over the car, basically flattening it as I squawked my encouragement.”
“What a waste of a car,” Niall said as his shoulders shook with his laughter.
“Never mind the car, what happened next?” demanded Morty, the dough he had in his hands completely forgotten.
Toby blushed profusely at how his body reacted to the visual that popped into his mind of his mate charging and trumpeting after Pierre.
After Rick had left, Toby had shown his appreciation to Ernest three times with how hot and bothered he had gotten at the show of power and strength.
His mate was a powerhouse in and out of the bedroom.
“Ernest chased him off his land with me sitting on top of his head squawking and flapping, encouraging him to go faster. It was like the wacky races,” he snorted gleefully.
“I’m sure those fancy boots of his weren’t all that comfortable after he jumped the fence and legged it down the road. ”
Morty nodded, his smile dimming. “Why would anyone carry on acting like that after you’d told him very clearly Ernest was your mate? That’s just mean.”
“And disrespectful,” added Niall. “He’s clearly got issues if he doesn’t see the value of true mates.”
“Exactly, that’s why I don’t feel in the least bit guilty at encouraging my mate to try to stomp on Pierre just a tiny bit. I mean, the man pawed at my mate's chest, right in front of me,” Toby muttered crossly, building up another head of steam for an entirely different reason.
“Who did what in front of you?” asked Hector, walking into the kitchen with Kaya in the favored rainbow baby sling.
Morty removed his hands from the dough and went to his mate, who quickly took a step back when Morty went to fuss with the position of the sling. “Your hands my love, you need to wash them.”
Toby bit his lip at the initial confused expression Morty wore before he noticed the sticky mess his hands were in. “Oops.” He pointed to the left shoulder. “You need to raise that a little higher to support Kaya’s head.”
Hector did as he was told, and Kaya, who was nestled, made a noise of protest. “It’s alright pet, Daddy was just making sure your head is correctly supported,” he explained in a soft voice.
“Isn’t it a little early for your walk?” questioned Niall.
“Kaya was unsettled, so I’ve switched about my meetings so we can head out now and go visit Lional. He rang saying he had some news to share, so we thought we’d take a walk to his house, didn’t we, Kaya?”
The baby made a gurgling noise, and Hector beamed at everyone, like she’d actually spoken. He was sweet.
Would Ernest be like that when we have a baby?
The thought slipped right in and waved at him as it struck just how presumptive he was being. They’d barely been mated for more than a minute and lived together for less than that. They’d talked about their families, Ernest’s were dead, so Rick was the closest thing to family he had.
There’s nothing wrong with thinking about having cute chicks.
What’s to say it wouldn’t be a baby elephant?
Toby glanced down at his slim body and frowned working to imagine his belly big and round with an elephant.
Probably best not to think about that.
Toby realized he’d not answered Hector, who moments later kissed Morty before heading out the back door. “See you later,” he called, the door closing behind him.
“You struck gold with him.” Niall sounded wistful.
“I did.” Morty went and nudged Niall’s shoulder in a friendly and supportive way. “You’ll strike gold too,”—he nodded enthusiastically—“you mark my words.”
“You listen to Morty, he’s never wrong about these things.”
Silence followed for a second before they all fell about laughing at how far from the truth that was.
“Have you spoken to your family about your mating?” asked Morty when back under control and at the counter needing dough.
“I must confess, no. I wanted to let Ernest get used to you guys, seeing as you’re my family, too.
Because we all know how dramatic Mom, Dad, and my brothers are gonna be when I tell them.
They’ll want to come and meet Ernest, which is great, but they can be a little over the top in their enthusiasm. ”
Niall rolled his eyes at Toby. “That’s putting it mildly. I remember when your oldest brother, Lawerence met his mate, enthusiasm, yeah, that was full-on crazy town.”
Toby groaned and blew out a breath. “Yeah, but I can’t really put it off any longer because they have a trip to town planned this weekend. I got a text from Dad reminding me, when I got here this morning, that he wants to see my new apartment.”
“Oh, this is going to be fun.”
Morty actually believed that, Toby could tell by the way he said it. “Do you think I should suggest we go out to dinner rather than let the family descend on Ernest in his home, where he can’t escape?” Toby worried his thumbnail looking between his two friends.
“Ask him, but maybe warn him about the level of excitement coming his way.”
Hours later, sitting in the passenger seat of Ernest’s truck, Toby mulled over how to approach the subject.
He could, of course, distract his mate with naked, sexy antics, then tell him?
That seemed a little deceitful, despite how much fun that would be.
The box of leftover horns of plenty, they were a delight and filled with cherry whipped cream, a favorite of Toby’s.
Would they be tempting to Ernest and distract him enough while Toby explained about his family visit?
“Your mind’s very busy over there.” Ernest spoke softly, a habit he had when broaching a subject he was unsure of.
It appeared Toby hadn’t closed off his thoughts when he noticed the distinct scent of arousal coming from Ernest.
“My family is coming to town at the weekend to see my new apartment—”
“You haven’t told them you’ve moved out? Found your mate?”
There was hurt in his tone, but also confusion as to Toby’s reasons.
“I’m not sure I’ve truly explained the level of enthusiasm you’re going to be greeted with when my family finds out I have found and claimed my mate.
There is over the top, and then there’s my family.
” He put as much emphasis on it as he could, wanting Ernest to understand he wasn’t joking.
They were going to be like a whirlwind of happiness scooping everything up in their path.
“So… you aren’t embarrassed—”
“Why, Mister, you can stop right there, I’m not embarrassed.
” Toby twisted in his seat when Ernest didn’t take his gaze off the road.
“I’m proud and so damn happy I could float about all day on air.
And if you weren’t driving right now, I’d climb on your lap and show you just how un-embarrassed I am. ”
Toby had felt Ernest’s acceptance of what they had as a couple—as mates—as he’d given chase to Pierre, which spoke to this being a give and take from both partners. Toby got that sometimes it took a little more time to cement a change, but had he sabotaged things?
The scent in the cab strengthened, and the truck slowed. “Why… right … yes… that would be wise to wait.”
Ernest didn’t sound at all happy about the waiting, which eased the growing tightness in Toby’s chest at maybe messing up. Toby placed a hand on Ernest’s thigh and squeezed. “It is, but I suppose I could strip now, ready for when we reach the house?”
Ernest’s frantic thoughts of what a delight that would be came with a heated gaze, which landed on Toby for a brief second before his foot hit the gas pedal and they sped up so fast that Toby was pushed back into his seat.
Toby’s fingers trembled while he wriggled and shimmied out of his clothes at the intoxicating scent of his mate filling his senses.
They hit the drive up to the house so fast that Toby was giggling at his mates' eagerness. The truck came to a juddering halt right as Toby released his seatbelt, his hand going straight for the zip of Ernest’s trousers.
He freed his mate from his underwear and, without preamble, climbed onto his lap, his ass slick and ready before he gave thanks for being small enough to fit between his mate and the steering column.
The head of his cock slid delightfully over Toby’s sensitive hole, back and forth, sending pleasure through him.
He slammed his mouth to Ernest’s and swallowed the groans as he shimmied his hips, feeling the stretch from the broad head as it snicked past the tight rim of muscle.
The burn sent his brain into a tizzy, and he clutched at Ernest’s wide shoulder’s.
His mate didn’t move other than his lips against Toby’s.
Ernest’s kiss, a sensual glide of lips, a mating of its own kind, fed the emotions surging through Toby, who unleashed them all on his mate.
This. Feel me. I want everyone to know that you belong to me.
With all the emotions running through him, his body relaxed enough to allow him to continue.
To slide down Ernest’s throbbing cock, it pulsed in time to their matching heartbeats.
They created magic; it didn’t matter that they were in the truck.
There was little space and possibly not very romantic.
None of it mattered. Toby could feel the magic between them as he let go and rode his mate to completion.
He couldn’t say how long it was before he slumped against Earnest’s sweaty chest, spent, breathless, and covered in his own cum. A feeling of bliss filling his heart.
His head rested on Ernest’s shoulder as he felt the press of the steering wheel on his lower back and a zipper against his balls. None of it mattered when Ernest’s head was empty of all doubts and consumed with thoughts about getting them inside to do it again in a more comfortable spot.
The tap on the window made them both jerk their heads towards the sound.
“Oh no,” Ernest groaned at seeing a bright pink-looking Rick on the other side of the glass, peering in at them.
“At least you’re dressed,” snorted Toby, struggling and failing to hold on to his giggles.
Ernest pressed a button, and the window slid down, the cool air touching Toby’s sweaty skin, causing him to shiver. Ernest wrapped his beefy arms around him, one sliding to his ass to cover it.
“I… yes… waited… and thought… yes… anyway, I’ve finished up and just wanted to remind you I’ve got the next two days off.” Rick didn’t wait for Ernest to reply and scuttled off towards his own truck, taking off with enough speed that gravel spewed in the air.
It increased Toby’s giggles, despite the fact that he wasn’t quite sure how he’d look Rick in the eye when he next saw him.
“I think we traumatized him,” Ernest muttered with a distinct chuckle as he looked at Toby.
“I believe we did. We gave him a show I’m sure he won’t forget for a while.”
Ernest, Toby felt it, was conflicted with how proud he felt by that, when he’d never given anyone a show quite like this before. Those had usually involved Pierre and were more angry tirades. “Let’s hope he forgives me,” he finally said.
“I’m sure he will. We just need to contain the sexy times to the bedroom when my parents are here.”
Ernest looked aghast. “There’ll be no sexy time while your parents are staying with us.”
Toby forgot his train of thought from Ernest’s insistence that his parents were to stay with them. “You want my parents to stay here? With us?”
Ernest frowned. “Of course, we have plenty of rooms. Why wouldn’t they stay with us when they visit?”
Why indeed.
Toby sniffed back the tears and cupped Ernest’s cheeks, meeting his beautiful eyes. “That is lovely, but just remember I warned you about the overenthusiasm.”