Chapter Twenty-Three
Toby
“Mom, you can let Ernest go now.” Toby held back his amusement because his mate had already had his fill of his family.
Heck, he’d been drowned in them. Toby had never been more grateful that not all of his family had come for the weekend.
His two mated brothers were busy with their families, but planned to come another time.
When will that be?
The question came with hesitation. Not for a couple of months, at least. He promised after discovering Ernest hiding in the shed. Yep, Toby totally got it as he watched Mom give Ernest another hard squeeze before finally letting go.
Ernest’s relief flooded through their bond upon being released.
Toby worked hard to keep his lips from twitching when Ernest was too polite to do anything more than pat Mom on the hand.
“I just want Ernest to know that he’s a part of our family now.
A blessing to all of us because he makes you smile so brightly.
” She wasn’t in the least put out at Toby telling her to let go, it was her way.
She wanted Ernest to feel included in her blessings.
It’s how Toby had learned to count his. Mom always believed it made life better, and so did Toby when the proof was blushing in front of him.
Toby slipped an arm around Mom’s waist guiding her purposefully down the porch steps, to the packed minivan. Dad finished putting the bags in the trunk, and his brothers were already inside.
“Come on, love, we don’t want to outstay our welcome.” Dad winked at Toby.
“I’m sure Ernest doesn’t feel that way.”
Ernest, who had followed them down the steps, paused. “Not at all,” he assured Toby’s mom. “It was lovely to meet you all.”
You are a sweetheart, and I’ll be rewarding you as soon as they leave.
Ernest helped—encouraged—Mom into the minivan, as Dad got into the driver's seat. It was clear to Toby how much Ernest wanted a reward.
It took a few more minutes of fussing before Dad drove off. Toby slid an arm around Ernest’s waist and rested his head on his chest as he waved at the departing minivan. When it was out of sight, Toby looked up at Ernest, giving him a wicked grin. “Shall we have a race?”
“Race?”
“Yes, the first one to get naked and on the bed wins—”
Ernest gulped. “Is… is there a prize?”
Ernest’s question was so strained that it made Toby consider what would be a suitable prize for the winner, especially when the thought filled Ernest with excitement. His mate, it seemed, was competitive.
He had gotten a gift from Niall one Christmas; one to date, he had not felt inclined to use. It was a small vibrating prostate massager with a remote control that promised the user a trip to heaven. If someone else had control of the remote, now that would be a reward worth having.
Toby nodded, the mischievous side of him, which he rarely indulged in coming to the fore. “Yes. The winner gets to use the remote control for a vibrating prostate massager the loser will have in their ass.”
Ernest clutched at the front of his trousers, eyes so wide, his scent so strong Toby’s cock hardened painfully. “You game?”
“Y-yes… yes!”
“Right, on my count of three.”
“So, on three,” Ernest clarified, stepping back and rolling his shoulders as if preparing for a fight.
“Yep.” Toby got into position next to Ernest. “One… two… three,” he called out, right as he allowed his bird to take charge, its excitement matching Ernest’s. His clothes dropped to the ground on top of his sneakers and socks, as he took flight.
“There was no mention of shifting!” Ernest called behind him, laughing, his boots thudding on the stairs as he gave chase.
Toby’s giggles were all in his head before he flew into the bedroom and shifted. His ass landed on the bed right as Ernest charged into the bedroom, breathless and smelling like nirvana to Toby. “I win,” he declared through the giggles. “I win.”
Ernest tore at his clothes, his lusty gaze traveling over Toby. “I believe I won, too, because I got you.”
Toby really couldn’t argue with that.
As promised, Toby had taken a couple of vacation days to help Ernest with planting the new seedlings. He had to wait a couple of weeks so Niall could fill in for him. It had also been three weeks since Toby had won the race.
Ernest had lots to say about how Toby had won, but he didn’t deny that Toby had not specifically said anything about not shifting.
Therefore, Ernest had agreed to honor Toby’s win.
If he’d gotten a sense of trepidation from Ernest, Toby would not have claimed his prize.
Only Ernest hadn’t been able to hide the intrigue at what it would be like to have his prostate massaged when Toby had shown him the small massager.
It might have helped that he’d put it on to demonstrate and came up with the great idea of using it on the head of Ernest’s cock.
He’d bellowed his way through what was a volcanic eruption.
Today was the day Toby was claiming his prize. “Bend over the bed for me, darling.”
Ernest groaned under his breath, his cock hardening as he did as Toby asked. Firm butt cheeks clenched and released when Toby ran a lubed finger down the crack of Ernest’s ass. Toby had no desire to top, but he did love the idea of giving Ernest an experience he’d never had before.
His slick finger circled Ernest’s quivering hole until his cock was fully hard and he was mumbling encouragement. Their minds fully open, Toby felt Ernest’s shock at how much pleasure he had from Toby’s touch.
When he stopped to pick up the lube and smear the small vibrator, Ernest made a noise of complaint. “Feels good?”
“Didn’t think I’d enjoy this,” he confessed. “I can see why you like it.”
“Like doesn’t anywhere near cover what enjoyment I get when you touch my ass.”
Circling Ernest’s hole with the cool tip of the vibrator brought with it a fresh wave of lust when he recalled how much he liked the vibration against his cock. “Your prostate is more sensitive,” Toby shared as it slipped in easily.
Tempted to do more, Toby stepped back, knowing Rick would arrive shortly.
Ernest didn’t move, not a twitch of a muscle.
“Is everything alright?” Toby wiped the lube from his fingers on a towel he’d brought from the bathroom earlier.
“Erm… no… yes… oh, I’m not sure.” Ernest rose as if he’d injured his back, coming up slowly in stages. “Ohhhh,” he hissed, his cock fully hard, his body flushed with color.
“Feels good.” Toby felt just how good because Ernest was sharing exactly how good it was, right along with the visual display of his arousal.
“How am I supposed to work like this?” questioned Ernest, eyeing himself with concern.
“It’s tiny, it won’t hinder your movement.” Toby bit the inside of his cheek to prevent laughter from escaping at how that was not what Ernest was worried about.
“I’m not so sure about that,” he muttered as he walked stiltedly towards the clothes laid on a chair.
“Just think about later, how you can unleash the buildup of excitement and how you get to share it with me.” Toby went to Ernest and gave him a brief kiss when he was fully on board with that.
“I suppose that’s a way to look at it.” Ernest dressed slowly and with care.
“Now let’s go get breakfast.” Toby might not have been a morning person, but this made getting up early very worthwhile. Toby strolled out of the room whistling a cheerful tune. He’d need to thank Niall because already this was way more fun than he’d ever expected when he’d opened the gift.
Sitting at the table, munching on a bowl of cereal Toby continued to grin at Ernest, who, instead of sitting with him, was looking at the chair next to Toby with trepidation.
Toby slipped a hand into his jeans pocket and hit the on switch. Ernest’s hands flew to his backside, his moan just as much of a tease to Toby. His cock plumped in expectancy of what was to come.
“Morning, any coffee going?” Rick didn’t halt as he strode in. “I need a new mattress, mine isn’t comfortable.”
It was all so normal, Toby had to hide a chuckle, before replying, “There’s plenty.”
Oh no… Rick he’s right there.
Do you want me to turn it off? Toby sent a reminder of the massager on top of Ernest’s cock and how much he’d enjoyed it.
I don’t know, he answered after a few seconds.
Toby flicked it off and rose to take his empty bowl to the sink. He rinsed his bowl, laid it on the drainer and then turned to both men. “What’s up first?” he wriggled his fingers at them. “You have a willing helper, use me.” He gave Ernest a salacious grin. Any way you want.
How did I get so lucky?
He wasn’t sure Ernest was aware he’d projected that thought, and Toby slipped a hand into his pocket and hit the on button again.
Ernest released a tiny gasp, this time his hands stayed at his sides, but they did clench.
I believe you mean we. How did we get so lucky? Now, are you ready for a fun day at work?
I’m not sure how much fun I can take.
Shall we go find out?
Toby took pity on Ernest and turned off the remote.
“I’ve a feeling I’m missing something, and that I should leave you two too whatever”—his finger circled the air—“has the kitchen smelling like it does.”
Ernest’s smile was so big, Toby struggled not to run and leap at him despite how Rick was just three feet away. “My friend, that might be a wise decision as my mate is a cheeky bird who is far too tempting to resist.”
“Yep, and I’m outta here.” He carried his mug with him, chuckling the second his boots hit the porch.
Toby walked to the back door. “The sooner we get to work, the quicker we’ll be done.”
Ernest walked to him. “I can’t argue with that logic. But please let’s try not to traumatize my friend.”
“We should keep our distance then, ‘cause I can’t promise that.” Toby patted his pocket.
Ernest roared with laughter and took hold of Toby’s hand. “You brighten my day. A ballooning display, I’ve so much to be grateful for.”
Toby couldn’t agree more and acknowledged the blessing. It was the only thing he had Pierre to thank for.