Ernest looked at the cake again.“What flavor is it?”
“It’s a fruitcake with an orange cream frosting.Morty wanted it to be a full-bodied cake.”
I bet he did.“I’m not upset, although…” Ernest laughed cheekily.“Perhaps I’d better be the one to cut it.If your friends made this for you, thinking this represented my dick, well… you’re not going to want to take a knife to it, are you?”
He was still chuckling when he went over to the kitchen drawer to pull out a knife and reached into a cupboard for a couple of plates.He was a huge fan of fruitcake.
Chapter Nineteen
Toby
Ernest was a good sport, he really was.Toby had nearly wet his pants laughing when he had seen what Morty had made, and Niall had helped decorate.The cum coming out of the top of the penis was creative and so like Morty—naughty.
Ernest cut into the penis just as Rick wandered through the back door.Tall and bulky like Ernest, the man could still be stealthy on his feet when he wanted to be.Toby discovered this the other morning when Rick appeared as if from nowhere, making his heart take flight in fright when he’d turned to find him standing there.
He halted in the doorway, his eyes going wide when they landed on the cake.Clearly, Rick figured out what it was at first glance.
“Erm… why… interesting yes… cake…” he spluttered, chin trembling.Then Rick rocked back on his heels, his whole body shaking with laughter, transforming his craggy features and making Toby blink twice at how attractive he became.
Ernest glanced at his friend with heat creeping up his neck, wearing a sheepish expression.“Morty and Niall thought this was… art imitating life… if you catch my drift.”
That didn’t help Rick gather his composure at all, and his eyes were already streaming with tears.
“Do you want some?”Toby could not help but ask, since this was the first time he’d seen Rick do more than give a half smile at him or lose his composure.
“A piece of Ernest-size cake,” he choked out.“I think I will.”He managed in between snorts and chuckles as they both watched Ernest return his attention to negotiating cutting up a cock.
Toby couldn’t wait to tell Morty and Niall how much hilarity the cake actually caused.Rick couldn’t seem to get control of himself, which set off Toby’s giggling.
He liked Rick, but he had been a little standoffish towards Toby when Rick arrived for work on Wednesday to find Toby in the kitchen, semi-dressed, having his first coffee of the day.His gaze had lingered on Toby’s claiming bite, and Toby hadn’t been able to get a read off him.At first, he’d thought he looked sad, but he couldn’t say for sure.He was mostly quiet around Toby until now.
“Toby, can you get another plate?”Ernest asked, concentrating on the cake slice he was plating.
“Of course.”Toby grabbed one and placed it next to the box, grinning at the now lopsided penis.
“Rick, would you like tea, coffee, or a beer?”offered Toby when he glanced back at the man hovering.Toby had seen Rick drink all three and knew they had all three in the house.
“With cake, I’ll have a coffee, if that’s alright.”
“Of course.”
Toby busied himself, and when he went to hand the coffee to Rick, he met two bemused stares.“What?”
“You look right at home,” Rick responded first, taking the cup from Toby.
Shouldn’t he look at home when this was where he now lived?
“It’s like you’ve always been here.”Ernest gave him a sappy smile that turned Toby’s insides to jelly but made another part of him very hard.“I’m so happy.”
Toby felt the truth of those words through their link and how emotional it made Ernest.His mate believed Toby had given him the biggest gift by being there.
Toby got a little starry-eyed and though he wanted to show Ernest exactly how happy he was to be with his mate, Toby knew he couldn’t with Rick right there, watching them.Instead, he gave Ernest a mischievous wink.You can show me later how happy you are…with your penis sized cake replica.
Ernest groaned and shifted as the scent of arousal wafted towards Toby from a blushing Ernest.The knife he was holding waved around like he was instructing an orchestra before he finally nodded eagerly, then returned his attention to the task at hand.
Rick, who had taken a seat at the table, eyed the pair of them cautiously when his nose twitched.“I’ve finished the planting in the far field, and the insurance company came for a second look at the field after the email I sent with what I assessed as the damage costs.”
Ernest looked so relieved at the change of topic, Toby coughed to hide a giggle.
