Chapter Eighteen
Nico
I’d had no idea where Haru would be taking us for dinner and drinks, but it turned out he’d hired out the private function room of a very fancy, high-end Japanese restaurant in central London—the sort of place where a tasting menu cost several hundred quid a head—and had it decorated to celebrate Toby and me.
There were flowers and glitter everywhere, including in the cocktails, and the food was an incredible selection of small plates, which seemed to come out in a never-ending flow.
Megan and I had exchanged more than one “what the fuck is happening” look across the table because this was so far out of our usual lives that it felt like we were on another planet.
Especially because, thanks to Haru, I was dressed head to toe in designers I’d never even heard of as well as a few accessories Toby had added from his wardrobe.
He’d even brought a few things for Megan that he’d picked up at various events or fashion shows because he hadn’t wanted her to feel left out.
I’d tried really hard to relax and not be prickly because I was tired and felt out of my depth, and once or twice Toby had put his hand on my leg under the table, leaning over to ask if I was all right.
It threw me the first time because I hadn’t expected him to notice, but he had. I didn’t even know how he’d known. He just did.
If I’d been looking for further proof that whatever was going on between us was more than a series of quick fucks, that was it. And it didn’t make me as uncomfortable as I’d expected.
We didn’t end up staying late, even though everyone was fun to hang out with, because I could see the effects of the day wearing on Toby. He looked like he was two seconds away from falling asleep in his cocktail.
“Come on,” I said, putting my hand on his arm as he nodded sleepily at something Kane was saying. “You look bloody knackered. You need to go to bed.”
“Do I?” Toby asked as he looked up at me from under his lashes, blinking at me slowly.
“Yes, you do.”
“Hmm, you’re probably right. I did wake up very early, and it was a very busy day.”
“It was.”
“Will you come with me?” He didn’t ask it loudly but I was pretty sure Kane had still heard him. Fuck it, I didn’t care. It was nobody else’s business what we did, and if Toby wanted me to come with him, I wasn’t going to say no just because someone else might find out what we’d done.
I was far too selfish to put anyone else above me, especially when it came to things I wanted.
“Of course,” I said quietly. “Is Mo around or do you need me to call a taxi?”
“Mo is… somewhere,” Toby said, looking around as if expecting to see him. As far as I was aware, Haru had gotten Phoenix, Nasir, and Mo a table in the main restaurant and told them to order whatever they wanted.
“I’ll find him,” Kane said from Toby’s other side. “We’ll catch up again soon. I’m back from Christmas.”
“Good, we’ll meet for board games or something,” Toby said. “And thanks for coming today.”
“Any time.”
We said good night to everyone, which took a lot longer than expected, and headed out to the car.
It was very late and the streets were quiet, London’s Christmas lights sparkling in the darkness.
I’d been so focused on the show, I hadn’t really thought about the holiday itself.
I would have to figure out what I was doing, although I knew my parents would have a place waiting for me if I wanted it.
It was the only day Sian would get off from The Nutcracker, so we usually all got together for a few hours to relax and eat and watch old movies like White Christmas. Sometimes Sian and I even tried to do some of the routines together while Adam watched and told us everything we were doing wrong.
Even though he knew fuck all about dance.
Usually, we threw chocolate wrappers at him and booed.
I wondered what Toby’s plans were. He hadn’t said anything about it. Then again, I hadn’t asked.
Would it be weird to suggest we spend the day together? We hadn’t exactly known each other long, but we’d also spent more time together than most couples had after four or five weeks.
It wasn’t a question for tonight, though. We were both too tired for anything involving serious thought.
Toby snuggled into my side in the back of the car, his head resting on my shoulder and fingers clutching mine. I’d never seen him so quiet or still and it was almost unnerving. He really had to be tired.
I kissed the top of his head and smiled to myself.
Any more celebrations could wait until morning.
“Will you stay?” Toby asked sleepily as I helped him out of the car when we reached his house, waving Mo off and thanking him again for everything.
“If you want me to,” I said, turning to lead him up the steps to his front door.
“Please. I don’t want to be alone.”
“Then I’ll stay.”
Toby kissed me sweetly and smiled against my lips. “Thank you.”
When he looked at me like that, how could I ever refuse?
I didn’t know what time it was when I woke up. All I knew was that it was still vaguely dark and Toby’s boner was digging into my thigh where he was draped across me, his hand on my chest as he mouthed at my neck.
I wasn’t even sure if he was awake, but he clearly wanted something.
And I did too.
“Morning, sweetheart,” I murmured, stroking my fingers up and down his spine. We’d both slept naked because who the fuck had time for pyjamas? Also Toby was hot as balls and I was very open to seeing him naked as often as possible.
“Mmm, you smell good,” Toby said as he kissed my neck, running his tongue across the sensitive skin and making me groan.
I shifted my position slightly so my leg was between his as I slid my hand down his back to caress his arse.
Toby moaned as he rolled his hips, his cock brushing against my thigh.
My own dick was hardening rapidly, and with one gentle push I moved him between my legs so we could grind against each other.
“F-Fuck, Toby,” I said with a gasp as I tilted my head back to allow Toby more room.
My neck had always been sensitive and the way he was kissing it was sending shivers down my spine.
We hadn’t gotten as far as anal sex in the last few weeks, but I could see that ending very rapidly because I needed to get fucked.
“Love it when you say my name like that,” he said, trailing his mouth across my jaw until his lips met mine in a deep kiss. I probably tasted a little stale, but who gave a fuck about morning breath when there was a naked man with a rock-hard cock between my legs?
“Toby,” I said, groaning as I rolled my hips and thrust my cock against his. “Want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah? You want my cock inside you, my love?”
“Yeah. That work for you?”
“Of course. As long as you repay the favour later,” he murmured as he kissed back down my neck and sucked a mark into skin. “I want to feel you too.”
“Mmm, whatever you want.”
I squeezed his arse and our gasps and moans filled the air as our dripping cocks ground together. I wanted to touch him, taste him, feel him… and I wanted him to do all of those things to me too.
My back arched, another groan falling from my lips as Toby’s mouth wrapped itself around one of my nipples, teasing the hardening nub.
He explored my body with all the eager, exacting determination he’d applied to dancing, and by the time he pulled away to grab some lube and a condom, I didn’t have a coherent thought left in my head.
“Fuck, darling, you sound so sweet when you moan,” Toby said as he kissed the inside of my thigh, his slick fingers circling my hole. “I want to hear it every single day.”
“Whatever you want,” I said, because I’d give him anything if he kept touching me like he was.
“And what do you want?” he asked, slowly pushing one finger inside me.
“You. Mmm, fuck, want… I want to ride you. N-Need your cock, Toby.”
“I can’t wait. You’re going to look so gorgeous bouncing on my dick.” He curled his finger, lightly caressing my prostate before he began to pump it in and out of me. “You’re so tight, Nico. I can’t wait to slide inside you. Fuck, you’re going to feel amazing.”
He pressed more kisses up and down the inside of my thighs as he opened me up.
It felt painstakingly slow, but he’d turned my legs to jelly and I couldn’t fucking move.
My thighs shook as my cock dripped onto my stomach, and when I tried to grab my cock to jerk myself off, Toby gently brushed my hand away.
“No, baby. You can wait until I’m inside you. I don’t want you to come before then.”
“I won’t.”
He smirked at me as he rubbed three fingers across my prostate, making my hips lurch off the bed. “You might. You’re very sensitive, darling.”
I wanted to curse him out and tell him to go fuck himself, but I had no fucking words. He’d completely stripped me of my ability to be a sarcastic arsehole.
“Still want to ride me?” he asked as he sucked more marks onto my inner thighs, admiring his handiwork like some sort of fucking artist.
“Yeah,” I said, gasping the word out like it was my last.
“Good. Let me get a condom.”
Fuck, he didn’t even sound wrecked. More like he was enjoying teasing the hell out of me.
Knowing Toby, he probably was.
I let out a slow breath, trying to stop my legs from shaking as he slid his fingers out of me and reached for the condom he’d dropped onto the bed. My cock was aching, and I didn’t know how long I’d be able to last once I finally got his dick inside me. I didn’t fucking care, though.
I just wanted Toby to fuck me.
He stretched out on the bed next to me, looking so fucking beautiful it robbed me of the last bit of breath in my lungs. He looked like he’d stepped out of a painting, and I didn’t think I’d ever get over how stunning he was in that moment.
Toby put his hand out for me and I threw my leg over his waist, hoping I looked more graceful than I felt as I put my hand on his chest to stabilise myself. I reached behind me to grasp his cock, groaning as the head pressed against my waiting hole.
I moaned as I slid down onto him, filling myself up with every inch of his shaft.
This was everything I’d fucking needed.
Toby’s hands grasped my thighs as he looked up at me with heated reverence, his eyes sparkling with desire. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at me like that. If they ever had.
I didn’t think I could compare anyone to Toby Darling.
“Fuck, my love,” he whispered as I began to ride him. “You look so perfect like this. Riding my cock suits you.”
I tried to chuckle but it just came out as a moan. “Feels pretty fucking perfect, sweetheart.”
“Good. Take whatever you need from me. Please.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as I slammed down on his cock, my arse squeezing around his shaft.
“Don’t want this to end,” I growled out as my fingers wrapped around my dick, desperately chasing my orgasm as his cock rubbed perfectly over my prostate.
“Y-You should let go of your dick then.”
“No. Not that. I mean… fuck, I mean us. Don’t want to let you go, Toby.”
“I don’t want you to. I… mmm, I want this too. Want us. Want you.”
“Then I’m yours,” I said, leaning down to kiss him frantically as I tried to keep my rhythm.
I didn’t know where this relationship was going, but I knew I couldn’t give Toby up. Whatever we had, it was worth giving time and space and energy to, because I needed to see where it went. I had a feeling deep in my soul it was going to be special.
Toby’s hand slid between our bodies as we kept kissing, his hand wrapping around mine to pump my cock as his other hand gripped my hips. He planted his feet on the bed, thrusting up into me so fast and hard it made my head spin.
My orgasm hit me as I kissed him, and I moaned his name into his mouth, our breath mingling together as my cum painted his skin. Toby groaned as he followed me over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom with his load.
“Mmm,” Toby hummed happily as he kissed me. “You are so doing that to me later.”