The Right Price

Chapter 9: I Don't Want Your Mother Or Father Hearing Us In The Linen Closet.

A few months later...

"I can't work that weekend; I've got 4 shows." Tyler explained to Annette. They were building the front of house schedule; Tyler often helped her.

"Okay, how about we do this then. You work Tuesday - I know you hate it - and then you're off from Thursday morning to Monday night? Can you do that? I can have Jayla work the weekend and we can move Steph to the bar for brunch." She moved names around in the scheduling software they used and made modifications here and there to help Tyler. She had been very supportive and helped every way she could since the

Benson Bar

gig went well. Amy had been booking Tyler in spots across the city, and some in San Marcos. Lots of college age crowds.

"Sounds good and I can finish training Richie on the bar on Tuesday morning." They had had to move everyone around when Beau quit after the encounter a few months back. No one had heard from him in a while. Though Steph said she had seen him and he looked good. Tyler was happy to hear that. He was happy Beau was okay. Richie was one of the servers who had been promoted to bar to accommodate.

"Okay then, I'll finalize this." Annette hit a button and the schedule was then sent out to the staff. "So," She swiveled in the desk chair and leaned back, crossing her arms. "how is it then. The stand up? Clark?"

"It's..." Tyler smiled slowly, thinking for a moment. "it's actually really good. I didn't think I'd be this happy ever." Tyler still couldn't recall what he had done to deserve all this. He worked hard, so he didn't mean the stand up. He meant Clark. Clark was so good to him, he was perfect. Sure they had issue here and there, but they were good. And the sex had gotten even better since Clark started bottoming every once in a while.

"That's good to hear." She said. "We're gonna miss you, you know."

"I'm not going anywhere soon. I still have bills to pay and so far my gigs aren't bringing in anything huge."

"Yeah, but in a year - hell a few months - you'll be so booked you'll need months off at a time. I'll have to replace you soon too." Annette insisted.

"Well it won't be for a while. So far I've made about five grand. And that took months." He explained.

"Someday you'll make that a night." She reached out and patter his arm. She stood up and pushed the chair in. "Now, let's get out of here. I want to go home to my wife, and your man is waiting for you at the host stand it seems." She pointed to the security camera behind Tyler.

"Seems so." He took a moment to check his man out on the screen before following Annette out the door, she locked it behind them. They walked through the kitchen out to the dining room where Clark now sat at the bar top. "He there handsome, come here often." He walked up to him and laid a big, wet kiss on his cheek in a dramatic flair.

"Yeah my boyfriend works here actually." He swiveled towards him. He wore some sweats and the black sweatshirt that Tyler had bought him a week ago. He had his hair pushed back with some sunglasses. The sight of him made Tylers mouth water, dick twitch, and hole ache for him.

"Mmm." Tyler moaned as Clark gave him a proper kiss. "What's up? Why are you here?" He asked pulling away from the kiss and smiling.

"I was driving by, had to run some errands. Stopped by to surprise you, I checked your location."

"Stalker." Tyler hopped into a bar stool and turned to face his boyfriend.

"Mmm, I also found out where you lived." He lowered his voice to sound menacing. It was actually kind of cute. Tyler leaned in for another kiss. "I actually wanted to ask you something." Clark pulled back and placed a hand on Tylers knee.

"Shoot. Hey, Beth, can we get two waters?" She nodded and walked over to go get them.

"So, we've been together what five, six, months now?" Beth placed the waters down and Tyler slid her a ten as thanks.

"Yeah about that." Tyler took a sip.

"Well...you've met Jacob, Lance, my friends. My sister has wanted to meet you, but she works so damn much..." Clark gulped down a drink. He seemed nervous and Tyler felt like he knew what was coming next. "and I've told my parents about you."

"And?"

"They want to meet you." Clark swallowed; his Adams apple bobbed. "I want you to meet them." He finished. Tyler knew this was inevitable. He was terrified it would happen soon, but he was hoping it would wait until after the new year.

"Wow." Tyler said. He was worried they wouldn't approve. He and Clark were not of the same echelon. And He also knew he wouldn't be returning the favor. Clark would probably meet Tylers brother, Nathan, but that was it. "Uh...when." Tyler didn't want to upset Clarks parents and he figured it was better to get it out of the way.

"They want you to come to Thanksgiving. Amy can come too if you'd like a friend for moral support. My mother can be a bit much." He gulped his water again. "And even I can't really fend her off."

"Thanksgiving!?" Tylers eyebrows nearly shot to the moon. "That's next week."

"Did you have plans?" Clark grimaced. "It's okay if you do, I'll explain we'll have to reschedule. Maybe a dinner a week or two after." He offered. Tyler contemplated. He could accept that offer and find neutral ground to meet the folks, they might be too powerful at their home base.

"No - uhm - no plans. Amy wasn't going home this year and neither was I. I think the steakhouse is doing something for the employees, but I can get out of it."...why...the

fuck

... did Tyler say that. Why would he lay down and let the train run over him like that?

"So...you ready to meet the parents?" Clark asked.

No!

"Of course babe." Tyler grinned.

What the fuck

.

"Great!" Clarks face lit up. He reached over and kissed him. "And for real, see if Amy wants to come." He stood up. "Now, I've gotta go, finish up an errand, but I'll see you at yours tonight for game night. Right?"

"Yes, see you then."

"Love you." One more kiss then he was walking away, swishing his ass just for Tylers view.

"Love you too." Tyler chuckled after him.

*****

The week had gone by in a blur. Amy had agreed to go, Tyler had done some gigs, Clark prepared them for his mother, Janets, imposing and commanding demeanor. She had taken to the life of a socialite well, Clark had explained. She made friends with the right people and helped to organize political and charitable events. Clark warned she didn't care for profanity so they'd all need to watch what they said.

Clark had stay over at Tylers the night before and now woke up with an erection. He looked over and saw that Tyler was still asleep.

He looked like a work of art, on his side with one arm out of the blanket. It curled against his chest. His hair fell just so over his face, framing it beautifully. His lips slightly parted as he hummed in his sleep. Clark had grown to love the sound. He now found it hard to sleep without the noise in his ear.

Clark loved him. So much. He feared too much.

He'll be Mr. Clark Price someday...

Clark decided to himself.

Someday...

He reached over and stroked Tylers soft cheek. He took in a deep breath.

"Good morning." Clark whispered.

"Good morning you two." Tyler responded, opening his eyes and looking Clark over. Clark always had terrible bed head in the mornings and Tyler always had to fight not to laugh. Tyler propped himself up, stretching. "I love this sight." He laid one hand on Clarks chest and started twirling his chest hair.

"You could have it every morning if you wanted." Clark said, hoping Tyler understood what he was suggesting.

"I basically already do."

"Yeah, but if we lived together..." He trailed off.

"One step at a time hoss. Let's meet the parents first." Tyler laughed rolling over to grab his phone, checking his messages. He had an email from Jason to Amy he had been CC'd on. He'd look at it later.

"Come on, it'll be nice." Clark draped himself over Tyler, rubbing sleep from his eyes and poking him with his stiffy.

"I'm sure it would be, but I'm in a lease. I can't leave Amy either. She couldn't afford this place on her own. Not yet anyway." Tyler yawned. "I need to start making some real money, and she needs more clients." Tyler put his phone down and rolled back into Clarks chest. One hand drifting down. "She's got me and Jason thinks he's about to assign her another comic and a singer, but until then. I'm her cash cow."

"What if I paid out your lease." Clark leaned down and kissed Tyler.

"Mmm," He smiled. "You'd do that?" Tyler softly rubbed Clarks boner. He didn't like that idea, but he didn't want to fight today. Instead he opted to address the morning wood to change the subject.

"Oh yeah..." He kissed Tyler again and started pinching his nipple softly, sending electricity threw Tyler. "anything to get you in my bed every night." Tyler pushed Clark back and got on top of him.

"Mmm...what else would you do?" Tyler asked, rocking back and forth against Clarks penis. He tossed the blanket off the bed. Tyler ran his hands across his chest and squeezed his pecs, lowering back down to lick Clarks lips. Teasing him.

"I'd," Clark groaned as Tyler kept up his little game. "I'd pack all your bags up myself." He smacked both sides of Tylers ass ferociously and growled. "I'd pick you up over my shoulder and carry you there on foot if I had too." He moved Tyler back and forth now, spreading his cheeks apart and maneuvering his cock between them.

"Oh really?" Tyler pushed back, rubbing his pucker up and down Clarks shaft.

"Just say yes, and I'll have you moved in by Monday."

"Maybe if you earn it." Tyler teased. Clark growled and in an instant, he flipped them over and Tyler was beneath him. He forced his legs apart and kissed down Tylers body, making his way to his sweet, waiting hole. Tyler moaned and writhed under Clarks lips. He licked his inner thigh, moving closer and closer to the begging entrance. Clark flicked his tongue quickly along the slit. "Ohhhh..." Tyler tensed in response. Clark looked up at his face and grinned. He dove in.

Clark held Tyler up, his soft pillowy thighs were warm around his head as he worked his magick on his boyfriend. He wriggled his tongue deeper and deeper into the pussy as his hands worked on Tylers chest. His nipples were quite sensitive and within seconds Tylers cock grew full staff.

Tyler kept his moaning as Clark worked on opening his hole. Clark loved the taste of Tylers inner juices. They were like a wine from the finest winery in France. He'd love to have gallons of it stored in the fridge. Tylers legs tightened on Clarks ears as he flared his tongue out, spreading the lips apart.

"Oh, fuck I'm ready. Fuck me daddy!" Tyler begged.

"As you command darlin'." Clark laid Tylers ass down on his thighs and leaned back. He poked the entrance and ran it across opening. His precum oozing onto the ring.

"Oh please..." Tyler groaned in anticipation.

Clark pulled his foreskin back and put the cockhead in. He shuddered at the softness, pushing in slowly. He hadn't quite loosened him up enough but it was close. They both writhed in approval of the motion. Clark pushed deeper in, then pulled out an inch or so. Pushing back in deeper.

"Oh god!" Clark pushed in another inch. Five out of nine.

"Clark please!" Oh...Tyler wanted the pain today. Clark could do that. He spit a glob down on his shaft to reduce friction, pulled out to the head then in one swift motion he forced himself in balls deep.

"Ahh!" Tyler yipped.

"Fuuuuck." Clark shuddered as his pubes rested against Tylers cheeks, tickling them. He gave Tyler a moment to get used to the girth then started his steady pace. His big, low hanging balls slapping against Tyler.

Tyler smiled and nodded in approval. He reached out and grabbed a pillow, covering his mouth so they didn't make too much noise and piss off Amy. Tyler started to sway his hips to match Clarks rhythm. Massaging Clarks cock with his inner walls as they continued. Clark leaned forward now, placing his hands on either side of Tyler. Looking down into his eyes, his vulnerable eyes that told him they loved him with each thrust. His eyes that told him to go harder. Tyler bit down on the pillow as Clark picked the pace up. Bucking up into him like soldiers trying to knock a door down with the battering ram.

"Mmm!" Tyler screamed through the pillow. Clark reached down and started stroking him at the same rhythm as the fucking. Tyler screamed into the pillow again in ecstasy. His pussy lips clenching down on Clark.

"Fuck baby!" He fucked harder now. It nearly sent him over the edge, but Clark had gotten used to powering threw Tylers' tricks after all this time. He pounded harder and harder, the slap sounds coming in quick, satisfying concessions. He could feel Tylers orgasm coming, he knew his body's reaction by now. He was close. "Come for me baby." Clark pulled out and scooted back so he could swallow Tyler just in time for his spunk to explode out of his piss slit.

The load shot down Clarks throat quickly. He swallowed every drop, bobbing up and down to milk more out. It was a dense load, sweet and salty. Clark loved this taste too. Tyler mumbled something under the pillow but Clark didn't hear him as he straightened back up and shoved himself back inside Tyler.

"Fuck!" He screamed through the pillow. Clark kept bucking; his own orgasm close.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He himself moaned as he got closer and closer. Pushing his rod deeper into Tyler. "God baby, I'm gonna breed you. Fuck I'm gonna cum!" He growled as he pulled out to his cock head again and then slammed back in one final time. Tylers hands flew down to Clarks thighs, grasping them, pulling him deeper in, as Clarks pearly semen now escaped his balls. Emptying into Tylers intestines. He came so much and so hard he was sure it made its' way into Tylers stomach. Turning into a womb.

"Fuck..." Tyler whimpered, legs shaking as he moved the pillow off his face.

"Ugh." Clark collapsed onto Tyler, his cock still leaking into his rectum. "I love you Tyler." He kissed his chest, moving his kisses up his neck to his face. He kissed his forehead before planting a deep one on his lips. Tyler smiled into the kiss and mumbled he loved him too as Clarks cock softened, falling out with a popping sound. The cum leaking out of the wrecked hole.

"We've gotta get ready." Tyler whispered as he ran his hand threw Clarks mane. Clark nuzzled his beard against Tyler, tickling him.

"I'll call and cancel. Say we've all come down with the plague." He chuckled.

"Oh no, we are not canceling. Not after spent all week psyching myself up and convincing myself I was ready to meet your family." Tyler said sternly, pushing Clark of him. Getting out of the bed. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out some clothes. "Now, I'm gonna go shower. Joining? Or taking yours after?"

"I'd love to jump in with you, but I gotta make a call first. Wrap up something for work." Clark yawned and sat up, stretching his muscular frame as he did. Tyler was aroused by the sight of the beauty moving his arms above his head, his pits on full display. If Tyler wasn't so sore from the fucking that had just happened he'd go in for round two.

"Even today?"

"Just one small thing. I'll jump in to wash your back if there's time though." Clark stood and walked over to Tyler, craning his neck down and pulling his chin up to meet his lips. "Go get clean for me baby." Clark grinned and gave Tylers ass a firm smack. He watched as it bounced and jiggled from the impact. Tyler shivered from the sensation and walked into the bathroom.

Clark made his call while he made Tylers bed and then got some things together. They planned on staying overnight at his parents. It was about an hour and half out of the city and he knew they'd drink during dinner so driving back that night was off the table. He packed he and Tylers clothes into a bag and then got a little surprise from his bag. He hoped Tyler liked it. Clark knew he would.

Clark hopped in just in time to help Tyler finish washing up, then he returned the favor and got Clarks back, even using his mouth to polish his cock and balls. Cleaning his ass juices from his boyfriends crotch. They stood in front of the mirror now, brushing their teeth when Clark walked into the bedroom to grab the surprise.

"I've got something for you." Clark said, spitting a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink.

"And what is that?" Tyler asked as he still brushed his teeth.

"It's a plug." Clark produced the object, then stood behind Tyler lowering one hand to massage his pussy hole.

"Clark don't," Tyler moaned, rolling his head back. "We've gotta get on the road. I can hear Amy in the shower now. We don't have time."

"Oh, I'm just trying to open you up for this." He waved the plug in front of his face.

"And why do we need that?" Tyler spat the toothpaste.

"Because I want you to stay nice and loose for me so that if we have time, we can sneak a quickie in. And so that when we go to bed you'll be ready for me to slide in." Clark kissed Tylers neck, trying to convince him. Tyler had no idea what the plug really was, and he had no intention of telling him.

"We are

not

having sex at your parents house. I want to make a good impression on them. I don't want them thinking I'm a whore." Tyler laughed, turning to face Clark. He leaned on the counter.

"But you

are

a whore. At least for me." Clark pulled Tyler into his arms, still trying to entice him. "Come on, it'll be so hot." Clark spread Tylers cheeks, getting a good look at his swollen, gaping hole in the camera. "Mmm....my little pussy is still hungry to be filled. Come on, just let me slide it in." Clark moved a finger around the entrance.

"Clark..." Tyler moaned.

"Please baby. I know you're gonna turn me on in the outfit you'll wear. Watching you walk around with this big fucking ass..." Clark tapped his hole and kissed his neck, sucked his earlobe. "I'll be insatiable."

"Fine." Tyler caved. Clarks body pressing against him, his hands working their magick on his cunt melted his resolve. "But we don't fuck until it's time for bed. I don't want your mother or father hearing us in the linen closet."

"Mmm, that's my man." Clark chuckled low and deep, looking back in the mirror. He stuck the plug in his mouth and coated it in a think layer of saliva, then pressed it up against Tylers hole. "Ready?" Tyler nodded and Clark slowly started to press it inside. Tyler moaned in pleasure as his hole stretched open, letting the plugs tapered shape in. Clark felt it pop in, the base preventing further intrusion. "There we go sugar, all the way in. How's it feel?" He asked. Clark grinned as he tapped the "on" button and blinking light indicated that it connected via Bluetooth to his phone.

"Mmm. Feels good Clark. Not as good as you though."

"Oh...I'm sure it'll be good enough." He laughed inside his head. Tyler had

no

clue what was going to happen.

*****

Clark drove down the long driveway of the Price Estate. It was a large sprawling ground of mostly grass. A large brick wall surrounded the property with a gate off the road. Hedges and topiaries were closer to the large mansion.

"Holy fucking fuck." Amy gawked out the window. It was a large three-story structure with a gorgeous roundabout driveway with a fucking fountain, because of course, in the center. Beautiful shrubs and flower beds lined the area and off to the side the driveway continued to a garage. "My fucking god Clark."

"I know." He agreed.

"Oh god I don't belong here." Tyler gasped in shock at the extravagance. This was the home of a Hollywood celebrity, of a British royal. Tyler suddenly felt like running all the way back to Austin.