The Right Price

Chapter 6: I Save This Move For Boyfriend Blowjobs

Tyler stepped off the elevator. The hallway was meticulously decorated and long. It smelled like honey and wealth.

I don't belong here.

Tyler thought to himself as he walked down the hallway to Clarks apartment. He had gone home to freshen up after their lunch date and he was now nervous to see his

boyfriends

apartment. It still felt strange to him to think. Foreign. The difference between

The Avenue

where Clark lived and

Willow Tree

where he and Amy lived was like the difference between name and generic brand items. Because, as Tyler now started to see, that was the difference between them.

Clark came from money and had been to Yale. Tyler came from drug addicts and didn't even go to college. Tyler did his best to be positive about the situation as he approached the door. He knocked. Clark opened it in an instant.

He stood there, looming in the doorway, arm propped up on the door wearing a

Heartless Empire

shirt and simple grey sweats. His hair was smoothed back, damp.

"Hey, I just got out of the shower. You're right on time." He smiled and pulled Tyler inside.

"You should've waited for me. Could've showered together." Tyler tried to say seductively through the nerves. He took in the entrance. It was simple, a coat rack, shoe rack, a small rug, an end table with tchotchkes and a bowl with a wallet and keys. Simple, ordinary. Clark chuckled and walked down the small entrance hallway.

"I don't mind showering again, if we get a little dirty." Tyler followed him into a kitchen that opened into the living area where there was a large floor to ceiling window that took up the entire wall and gave Clark a gorgeous view of South Congress.

"Jesus fuck." Tyler walked to the glass and took in the view. It was gorgeous.

"I know right." Clark grabbed some drinks from the fridge and popped his open. "I love this view."

"Your rent must be fucking phenomenal." Tyler turned now to take in the surroundings. The luxurious décor and furniture. A huge, mounted TV. A cracked door revealed a bedroom.

"Uh, I think it would be like four, maybe five thousand a month. I don't know. I don't have to pay." Clark came up behind Tyler and wrapped his free arm around him, kissing his neck.

"You don't pay rent?" He asked.

"Nope. We own the building. A few years ago dad wanted to get into more than just construction, so now we own about ten apartment buildings in Austin, two in Houston. A few more across the country, we own a few restaurants, gas stations. Dad wants to expand

Price Development

to

Price Enterprises.

Or

Holdings,

some shit like that." Clark explained as he and Tyler continued to look out the window.

"Fuck." Tyler stated realizing the difference in who they were. "We are so different." He let out a breath and leaned back into Clark.

"And? So what." Clark walked back over to he kitchen island. "You hungry? I can order something." He offered.

"Uhm, not really." Tyler turned, breaking his hypnotized stare at the view, and sat across from Clark. "So...what's the plan for the night?" He asked leaning on his elbows.

"Well, honestly I wouldn't mind just watching a movie together on the couch. Or we could go out if you want, or we could fuck till my dicks raw." Clark listed their options.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Tyler didn't want to choose the thing that Clark

didn't

want to do.

"I," He leaned forward and took Tylers hands in his. "want to do

whatever

you want to do. If you just wanna lay in my arms on the couch, then that's what we do." Clarks face softened and his smile melted Tylers' nerves away. Tyler leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend.

"Let's start with a movie?" He offered. Clarks grin grew even wider.

"What are you thinking?" Clark walked over to the couch and sprawled out, motioning for Tyler to take his position leaning back on his chest. He obliged.

"Something funny." Tyler said as Clark turned on the TV and started flipping through the different streaming services. "Let's watch something like

Scary Movie 2,

or

Shrek.

"

"Sounds good." He smiled down and selected

Scary Movie 2.

Clark started rubbing Tylers back as the movie started.

Halfway through the movie Tyler started to feel his hole itch for Clark and started to reposition to rub against him in a suggestive way. He moaned softly from the back rubs, even reached up and stroked Clarks cheek to try and send him the signal that he was ready to get down to business. He grinded against him again and he still didn't seem to get the memo.

"You know if you wanna suck my dick, all you have to do is start." Clark said not taking his eyes off of the screen.

"Took you long enough." Tyler responded as he got up and repositioned himself over Clark. He leaned down and Clark reached up to grasp Tylers hips as their lips brushed against each other. "Pause it, I don't wanna miss the best scenes." Clark obliged as he started kissing up and down Clarks neck, nibbling his earlobe as Clark rubbed his hands up and down Tyler, slipping his hand under his shirt. Clark took Tylers' mouth in his as he grasped his chest. Tyler let out a soft moan as Clark began to play with his chest. His tongue danced in Clarks mouth. His breath tasted like mint and fire.

"Fuck." Clark groaned as Tylers hand traced down his bicep, then to his chest, then down his abdomen, under his waistband and grasping the semi-hard cock. "Mmm." He moaned into Tylers mouth as he pushed up, both of them in a sitting position now. "Fuck." Clark pulled back and pulled his shirt off and then went to do the same to Tyler as he tried to dive back down to his lips.

Tyler stopped Clark from pulling his shirt up and Clark tried again. "Don't." Tyler moaned between kisses.

"Why?" Clark pulled back and looked into Tylers eyes. "I want to see you."

"I - I just-" Tyler tried to tell him he wasn't super comfortable with taking off his shirt, which didn't make a lot of sense. Clark had been inside him several times now. Had eaten him out, sucked his dick. But the shirt is where he drew the line? Tyler didn't understand why, but he wasn't comfortable with Clark seeing him completely naked.

"I want to see you." Clark repeated sweetly, but didn't force him, instead he kissed his neck and continued to rub him.

"I-" Tyler tried to say something else but Clarks kissing and hands did something to him, he softened, fell into Clark. He pulled his shirt off and Clark kissed his chest, licked his nipples. Tyler drew in a sharp breath as Clark put Tylers chest in his mouth, sending a warm shudder throughout him. "Clark." He gasped.

Clark picked him up with ease and propped him up on his abdomen, never taking his lips from his body. He walked them into his bedroom and carefully laid Tyler on his back. He was over him now, Tylers' legs spread, Clark between them. He grinded into Tyler as they continued to kiss each other all over with heat and passion. Their hands found each other in the dark, bodies becoming one. Tyler reached down and started to pull Clarks pants off and he helped. Clarks heavy tool dangled down.

"Lay down." Tyler told him. He climbed on top of Clark and started at his lips, then slowly made his way down his jaw, neck, chest. When he got down to Clarks cock he gave it one simple stroke, keeping eye contact. Clarks eyes begged him to suck it, but not yet. Tyler ran his tongue over the head, darting under the foreskin. He dragged it across his lips then licked down the shaft. Clarks legs and body shook slightly from the anticipation.

Tyler stuck his nose in Clarks ball sac and took in a deep whiff.

"Ohhhh." Tyler moaned at the musk. "You smell so good baby." He looked back up to Clark and slapped his cock against his cheek.

"Fuck Tyler, please, enough teasing." Clark begged him.

"You want me to suck your dick?" He asked, licking up and down the shaft again.

"Yes, please..." His body tensed in pleasure, his head rolling back. "Please." He begged again; his breath weak.

"Mmm." Tyler moaned as he placed Clarks balls in his mouth, juggling them with his tongue and stroking the monster. He raised his head and pulled Clarks foreskin all the way back. He looked up to his face and gave him a wink. Then, in one swift swallow, Clarks entire nine inches was down his throat. He could feel Clark pulse in his throat as his own inner throat muscles contracted and massaged the cock. Tyler let out a moan and he could feel his throat vibrate around Clark.

"Ohhh..." Clark moaned and writhed under Tylers pleasure. He reached down and grabbed his hands as Tyler started to bob slowly, up and down. "Fuck sugar..." He moaned breathlessly. "I-" But he was cut off by Tyler taking him all the way in again and using his tongue to massage him up and down as he did. When he reached the base, Tyler let his tongue slip out of his mouth and he freed one of his hands from Clarks grasp to bring the balls up to meet his tongue. "Fuuuuck..." Clark groaned in pure delight as Tyler continued to work the blowjob. "Why haven't you done that before?" He groaned. Tyler pulled up.

"You weren't my boyfriend before." He kept stroking him. "I save this move for boyfriend blowjobs." A lie, he pulled this out when he wanted a guy to cum quick when he was tired of sex. He dove back down, engulfing him again and continuing the 'boyfriend blowjob'. Clark squirmed, his toes curling and uncurling. Tyler kept a steady pace for a few more minutes.

"Oh, shit." Clark pulled Tyler off his cock. "You gotta stop, I don't wanna cum yet." He pulled him into his lips. "Let me eat you out." They switched positions and Clark ripped Tylers pants off quickly. "Fuck." He said at the sight. Tyler laying on his stomach, ass slightly pointed up at him. "That ass is so fucking sexy." He slapped it and it jiggled as shockwaves rippled across the cheek from the point of contact. Tyler let out a small yelp of pleasure.

"Again." He turned his head toward Clark, a grin on his face. "Harder. Please." He whimpered. Clark obliged. The action garnering another whimper and a satisfying sound that echoed. He did it again, and then once more. Clarks large handprint now tattooed on Tylers' ass.

"That's my ass now." He growled as he leaned down and tenderly kissed each cheek.

"Yes daddy..." Tyler moaned as Clark started to run his tongue over the globes. He pulled the cheeks apart and stared at Tylers winking eye. It pulsed, waiting for him.

"Fuck." He spat on the hole, while stroking his cock. Without another word he dove in. Tyler drew in a deep breath as Clark began working. His tongue darted in and out, traveled up to Tylers' crack, then all the way back down, across the slit and down the taint. "Raise your hips." Clark commanded. Tyler did and he started stroking him as he continued to tongue his sweet boy pussy. They both moaned as Tylers hole started to loosen up and open for Clark, he pushed his tongue in deeper and used his free hand to finger the hole as he ate it.

"Ahh." Tyler groaned as Clark worked magic on his tender parts. "Clark..." He moaned as he felt warmth rise in his groin. "I..."

"I could do this forever." Clark came up for air and gave Tyler another light slap.

"I-" Tyler whimpered at the pleasure flying through him.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good tonight." Clark reached up and flipped Tyler over. "I wanna look into your eyes tonight."

"Okay." Tyler nodded, looking up into Clarks eyes and feeling that same strange flutter in his heart from the other night. Clark nodded as well and pulled Tylers legs up, poking his pussy lips with his cock head. He dripped a large glob of saliva onto his cock and rubbed it up and down.

"Ready?" Clark asked him.

"Always." Tyler said in a voice that wasn't his. Clark pushed his hips forward, holding Tylers legs up by the ankles. His head popped in easily, smoothly. "Ohhhh...." Tyler and Clark both moaned as Clark continued to inch further in.

"Almost there." Tyler could feel Clark growing further inside his empty. He loved the feeling of his rectum relaxing and stretching to accommodate Clarks girth. He could feel every vein, every cell of every inch of Clarks dick. "Oh god Tyler, you're so tight. So warm. I-" But he couldn't finish, the pleasure overtook him as he slid all the way in. They both moaned now in ecstasy.

Clark pulled back and then pushed in, slowly at a smooth pace. Never taking his eyes off of Tylers' face.

"You're so beautiful." Clark leaned down and kissed Tyler, continuing his steady pace in and out of his boyfriends cunt. "Tyler..." Clark moaned into his mouth.

"Clark, I..." Tyler moaned as they continued to fuck. He arched his back, his chest pressing against Clarks, he moved his hips with Clarks, squeezing his inner walls. Massaging Clark as he slid into him.

"Tyler, can I fuck you harder?" Clark whispered.

"Yes, please. Clark please." Tyler nodded. Clark started to pick up the pace and Tyler moaned. He was in the atmosphere, no beyond that. He was in the Pegasus galaxy, light years away.

"Tyler!" Clark growled fucking harder now. His balls slapping against Tylers cheeks.

Slap, slap, slap

filled the room. Clark fell on top of Tyler and he wrapped his arms around the man below him.

Tyler grasped Clarks back as he was being pounded harder and harder. "Ah!" Tyler whimpered over and over again with each thrust of Clarks hips. Clark groaned as he felt Tylers' walls milk his cock. Tyler dragged his nails down Clarks broad, strong back. Their moans of pleasure and pain so loud that he was sure the neighbors could hear.

"Tyler- I- I'm close - I can't hold-" Clark bucked harder into his boyfriend.

"It's okay, give it to me. Cum inside me." He moaned like a bitch in heat. He begged Clark to breed him the way the desert begs for rain. "Please!" He groaned hand flying up to the headboard as he came himself from the anal stimulation he was receiving. Clark let himself exploded deep inside Tyler.

"Fuuck!" He groaned as he kept humping, pumping rope after rope of pearly semen into the hole. "Fuck Tyler!" He moaned, collapsing and still cumming into his boyfriend.

"Oahaoahah!" Tyler groaned an indecipherable noise as he shot yet more ropes of cum between the two men's stomachs. "Clark I-" He was cut off by Clarks tongue reaching into his mouth.

The two kept kissing as Clark still bucked into Tyler. His cock releasing yet another volley of cum. After a few more humps, he stopped. They both laid there, Clarks cock still hard and still inside Tylers now full ass. His pussy lips now throbbed and pulsated around Clarks width.

"Fuck Tyler, I- Fuck. I know that load will get you pregnant." He rolled off Tyler, his hole producing a satisfying pop sound as Clark pulled out of him. "Fuck." He moaned softly, sprawling out across the large king-sized bed, he was drenched in sweat. Tyler too.

Tyler laid there, unable to move for a moment. Then he rolled over and laid his chest on Clark, his heartbeat pounding in his ear. Chest rising and falling from the breaths.

"Clark, I..." He didn't know what he wanted to say, Tylers mind was still reeling from the fucking. He couldn't remember when he'd been fucked like that, worshiped even. He felt something in the back of his head tell him that wasn't sex, that wasn't fucking. It was something more. It terrified him.

"Wanna finish the movie? Stay the night?" Clark asked, running his hands through Tylers hair.

"Yes." Tyler propped his head up on Clarks chest and looked into his eyes, both of them smiling ear to ear. "I do."

*****

One month later...

"I'm walking out now; I've got some trash." Tyler said to Clark through the phone.

"Take your time, I'm working from home tomorrow so I don't have to get up early to beat traffic." He responded. Tyler could hear the smile through the phone. It wasn't too late, just after eleven.

"Thank you again. My car is a piece of shit, it was bound to break down eventually." Tylers' car had broken down a few days prior and between Clark, Amy, and

Ryde

Tyler had had no trouble getting to and from work. Clark was more than happy to take him and charged him the low price of one blow job per ride. Tyler felt like he was getting the better deal.

"It's no problem, and hey, you sure you don't want me to go with you to help you find a new one." Clark asked again.

"Nah," He said opening the back door and walking towards the dumpster. "I've already got one picked out. I need two more shifts to make the down payment and then that baby is all mine." Tyler chuckled. "I'm gonna roll the old one off a pier somewhere."

"There aren't any piers in Austin." Clark stated.

"Then I'll light it on fire in a parking lot." Tyler threw the trash away. "See you in a second." He hung up. Just as he turned around Beau appeared. "Fuck Beau!" He clutched his chest. "You scared me!"

"Sorry." He slurred. Beau had been drinking during his shift, this one and others for a week or so now. He had kept it under control, but it was getting worse. "I didn't- I didn't-" He burped. "I didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to say bye."

"Okay," Tyler said, taking a step back. "bye Beau." Beau took a step forward. "Beau." Tyler warned.

"Tyler, I-" He stumbled for words in his head, not knowing what to say. "I just don't know why."

"Why what?" Tyler asked slowly.

"Why not me? Why him?" He nodded his head towards Clarks car. "Is it his money?"

"No Beau, I told you why it wasn't you." Tyler was annoyed now. Beau had ignored him for almost a month and now all of a sudden after he and Clark had been together this long, Beau wanted to talk?

"Is it his cock?" Beau slurred and took a step forward, grabbing at Tyler and rubbing his own crotch. Tyler tried to take a step back, but Beau held him.

"Beau, stop. It's not-"

"Come on Tyler." Beaus breath stunk of liquor and weed. "Come one let me-"

"Beau, get off me!" Tyler shoved him.

"Hey!" Clark approached. "You alright babe?" He got between Tyler and Beau, puffing up his broad chest. He'd let his facial hair grow out and looked like a damn man right now. "Everything okay here?" He looked down at Beau.

"Yeah, mister Hero. It's fine, Tyler and I were just talking." Beau slurred and wobbled on his feet.

"Yeah, Clark it's fine. Go back to the car."

"Yeah, go back to the car, no one wants you here." Beau spat at Clarks feet.

"No, I think I'll stay." Clarks jaw locked; his teeth gritted out the words. Tyler could see him clench his fists. He'd never seen him like this.

"I just wanna talk to Tyler." Beau tried to walk around Clark. He side stepped.

"Well, he doesn't wanna talk to you, does he?" Clark looked back at Tyler.

"Clark, it's fine. Let's just go." Tyler said, trying to diffuse the tension. Avoid an escalation.

"No, wait. Please Tyler-" Beau tried to reach for Tyler again and Clark grabbed his arm and then pushed him back lightly. "Don't fucking touch me." Beau pushed Clark back.

"Then leave. Tyler doesn't wanna talk to you." Beau tried to get up in Clarks face, but Clark was a few inches taller. The two men then both puffed their chests out and stared each other down. Eyes narrowing. Tyler had never seen either of them this way. "Don't do it." Clark growled at Beau.

"Do what?" Tyler asked and then Beau immediately answered that question. He reared back and swung his fist up. It connected with Clarks mouth; he stumbled back. Tyler drew in a breath and jumped as he covered his mouth in shock. He wanted to scream, but nothing came out.

"Mother fucker!" Clark wiped blood from his mouth, spat then swung his own fist at Beau. He managed to dodge just in time and brought a fist down on Clarks back. He coughed as the wind escaped him. He stood up straight and whirled around grabbing Beau by the neck. He pulled back and punched him hard in the gut. Beau coughed and spat as he fell to the ground.