Ernest cough-chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.“It’s fine, I need to change when I get home.And it was lovely that you thought to make me some breakfast before I leave.”He eyed the set table.
“It’s all my bird side's fault, he’s so pushy.If you’ve time, I could cut some more bread?Morty makes it, it’s great when it doesn’t look like someone took a blowtorch to it,” he offered, giving his sexiest smirk, while trailing a hand down the chest, feeling the muscles bunch and flex beneath his fingers.
“Huh.”Ernest gave him a confused look that made Toby giggle when he could scent his mate's arousal.“What?”he finally asked, looking at Toby and not his hand.
“Do you have time for me to make you something?”
“I’ve got to get home.”That he didn’t look happy made Toby feel better about wanting a little more time to act on what caused the scent that was battling with charred toast.“Later…” He lost the confidence he’d had when in the shower.
“You’ll come and collect me, yes?”
The nod was so vigorous that Toby worried about Ernest’s head.“What time should I be here for?”
“We shut the café at five, then I take another half an hour to tidy and wash up.I’ll also need to pack a few things up… you know, to move to your place.”
“Our place.It’s ours.You’re my mate,” he said empathically.
Toby puckered up for a kiss feeling just how happy Ernest was when he said it.The kiss went on longer than Toby realized it had, when he heard someone knocking on his door.
“Come on, lazybones, we’ve got work to do.”It was Morty.
“Coming,” he shouted back.
“I wish,” Ernest rumbled, blushing as he stepped back and did some adjustments to the front of his trousers.
Toby reached up and kissed Ernest, then murmured.“Me too.We haven’t finished ruining my mattress.”
“Yes, well… I better be off.I’ll be here at five-thirty to help with some of that packing.I’ve some boxes in the sheds I’ll bring too.My truck, the back seats can go down, if it’s not big enough for the chair and chest, then I’ll hire a van.”
“Cool.”Another knock at his door stopped Toby from taking the time for another kiss.He groaned and rolled his eyes.“It seems I need to get moving.”
“Yes… fine.”Ernest looked as reluctant as Toby felt about his leaving, but there was little either could do.
Toby walked Ernest to his truck and gave him a quick peck on the lips, waving him off a minute later.He rubbed his chest, unsure if the disquiet was his or Ernest’s.
Taking a deep breath, he returned to his apartment, grabbed his apron, and went upstairs.
“Look who’s finally decided to start work,” Morty chortled.His gaze landed on Toby’s neck, the hands in the doughy goo came up, and Toby ducked before a glob of goo hit him.“You claimed each other!”he squealed as Niall came through the door.“Did you see!”
“No, but I heard plenty!I think we need Brad to come back and add extra insulation to block sound.”
Toby wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed or proud.He went for proud when Niall came and gave him a big hug, slapping him on the back.“What can I say?You saw how big he is.”
“Go you,” Niall said, grinning.“And big is he?Are we talking big everywhere?”
“The quiet ones are always the worst.”Morty came and hugged them both.“I don’t know about everywhere, but if his feet are anything to go by, I’d say everywhere.”
“Have you just covered me in goo?”Toby asked to change the topic of conversation away from the size of Ernest’s cock, because heat was spreading up his neck and they weren’t wrong.
“Oh, dear, sorry.”Morty didn’t look sorry, he looked amused as he went to grab a damp cloth to wipe his hands, then offered it to Toby.“But you aren’t changing the subject.”
Toby wiped at the side of his apron.“I don’t ask about you and Hector.”
Niall had gone to the coffeepot that Morty set up when he had come in to bake.
“Can you pour me one too?My first cup ended up on Ernest.”
Reaching for another cup, Niall’s shoulders shook with his laughter.“Do I even want to know?You aren’t turning into Morty, are you, on the clumsy scale?”
