The Right Price

Chapter 11: It's Him.

"This meal was delicious." Amy said as she wiped her mouth. All of Abrahams business partners and the staff had left by now and it was just the family now.

"Thank you Amy. I'll let the staff know next week when they've returned." Janet smiled, taking another bite of her potatoes. The talk during the meal had been lighthearted. Abraham and Janet asked Tyler about his life so they could get to know their sons boyfriend. Tyler happily answered their questions. He edited some of the details of course, but he told them the basics. He made jokes, they laughed. Uncle Ethan asked when his son was going to find a catch like Tyler and the son responded with a sarcastic laugh. Tyler didn't take offense; he knew it was aimed more towards his father's overbearing.

"So," Abraham cleared his throat. "I'm just about done. I don't think I could eat another bite. Time for desert!" He announced, standing up and going to the long table by the wall that held a long string of food. He started cutting a pie as his wife joined him.

"You always cut the pieces too large." Janet chastised. "There's never enough for anyone else." She groaned, taking over. The two lightly bickered while they cut the deserts up, placing them on plates. Everyone got up to get some while Tyler stayed at the table looking at the old married couple and again that glimmering future flashed across his sight.

Clark teaching their kid how to play catch, family board games, dinners. Grounding them for breaking curfew. Clark and Tyler sitting on their front porch growing old and grey while the grandkids ran around the yard on Thanksgiving day. Tylers eyes welled up from the thought.

"You okay?" Clark asked returning to the table and pulling Tyler from his prophecy. "I got you pumpkin, your favorite." He placed it in front of him.

"Thank you, and I'm fine." He wiped away a tear and smiled at his lover. "I'm great. Just couldn't wait for this." He took a bite of the pie, smiling at Clark while he chewed. Clark smiled back.

After everyone ate their desert, Violet offered to show Amy and Tyler the grounds. Going for a walk to burn off their meal. They agreed while Clark stayed behind saying he was far too full to walk anywhere but to his bed for a nap. Once they had left he went to his dad.

"Hey dad," He pulled him to the side. "let's go to your office for a drink. Hmm?" Abraham nodded and the two went. Clark poured them two scotches from his father's private shelf.

"So what's up?" He asked his son, sensing Clark was nervous. "Anything wrong?"

"No actually, quite the opposite." Clark grinned, taking a sip. They sat across from each other in front of the window. Clark looked out and saw Violet showing Tyler and Amy their mothers (or the gardeners rather) garden. "You see him there?" He pointed to Tyler.

"Yes, he's a fine young man. Funny too." Abe took a sip.

"It's him." Clark stated flatly. Not able to think of a word or sentence to explain it other than that. Whatever

it

was. Tyler was it.

"He's what?" Abraham didn't understand his son's statement, at least not at first. After another moment, he noticed the look in his eyes. How his smile was there anytime he looked at him. "Oh." Abraham said.

"Yeah." Clark said, turning to his father. "You approve?" He didn't care either way, but he'd like to know his father supported his decision.

"Does it matter?" Abe took another sip. "You're gonna ask him anyway aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." Clark swallowed the lump that was forming his throat. "I only ask because...I'd like to know if I can use grandpas ring." Clark stated.

"Grandpas ring?"

"Tyler doesn't like diamonds, so Grans is off the table. Plus I'm sure Violet would appreciate it more." Clark chuckled.

"Your grandpa worked extra shifts every day for two years to afford this ring." Abraham said, standing up. He walked to a safe in the wall, hidden behind a picture.

"I know." It wasn't an exactly extravagant ring. It was a simple gold band. When he had proposed to Clarks grandmother, he'd bought two rings, one for her and another for him. He'd had them engraved with an inside joke between them. "It's important. I can buy my own, if you don't-"

"Relax, it's yours. And I more than approve." Abraham took a box out of the safe. "I hated that little- is twink the word? Bryant." He chuckled. "Tyler is an amazing man. I don't know if you deserve him however." He joked at his son, handing him the box.

"Thank you." Clark said, holding the box in his palm. "This means so much." He opened it and picked the ring up.

Clarks grandfather was a twin and his grandmother had, in the beginning of their relationship, been unable to tell the two apart. By the end however, she could tell them apart by simply being around them. Even if she were blindfolded. But before that however an inside joke had formed...

"

The Right Price.

" Clark read the inscription in his grandpas ring. "He will be." Abe said. "If he takes your name that is."

"I hope he does. I want the world to know that Tyler Price is my husband." He smiled at his dad, thanking him again and the two spoke some more about how and when. Clark didn't have an answer yet, but he knew it would be after the tour.

*****

"That hot tub is amazing, you should've joined us." Tyler dried his hair. "And your shower, any chance we can have that moved to your apartment?"

"If you agree to move in with me." Clark negotiated.

"Let me finish out my lease and I'll talk with Amy about her getting her own place." Tyler caved. He didn't hate the idea of moving in with Clark.

"Haha!" Clark fist pumped triumphant. He laid on the bed, shirtless in his sweats. An episode of

Drag Race

on TV. Tyler had gotten him hooked. "Now come on, Sheas' about to lip- sync. She's gonna turn it." He said excited.

"She always does." Tyler said, climbing into bed. He laid his head on Clarks furry chest, tracing his fingers through the hairs as Shea kicked and split.

"Mmm." Clark moaned softly as Tyler circled his nipples. "Careful now." He warned Tyler. "I am." Tyler said, putting on his seduction voice.

"No you're not." Clark argued. Tyler circled then flipped the nipple again. "Okay now." He paused the tv and flipped on top of Tyler. "I'm trying to watch tv." He kissed him softly.

"Sorry daddy, guess I'm just being a bad boy." Tyler made his eyes big and used an innocent

voice.

"Yes you are." Clark said, his cock growing in arousal. He kissed into Tyler again and they

both moaned.

"Good thing your parents have a big house, they won't hear us all the way over here." Tyler stated. Clarks parents room was near the kitchen on the first floor while his room was across the house on the second floor next to Violets.

"Guess so." He wriggled himself between Tylers legs, grinding into him. Tyler took in a sharp breath as the two began. Clarks cock started to ache, wanting to release into Tyler. He could feel his cock start to leak precum. He started to kiss down Tylers body, pulling his clothes off as he did. He squeezed Tylers chest as he took his cock in his mouth.

"Clark..." Tyler moaned as he twisted, arching up into Clarks mouth. He could feel his shaft slip further in and Clarks nose inhale the freshly washed scent of his pubes. "Oh god Clark." Clark took one hand off his chest and moved it down to Tylers hole, loosening it for him. Pushing in with

one at first, then another. He circled his finger around Tylers prostate and his body tightened. He spewed into Clarks mouth.

"That was fast." Clark remarked as he swallowed the last of it.

"It's still sensitive from the toy." Tyler breathed softly as Clark continued to stretch him open. "Actually I've got an idea." Tyler got out from under Clark. "Get on your stomach."

"Oh, feel like topping tonight?" Clark asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not exactly." He replied. He got the toy from the bag, placing it in his mouth. Getting it nice and wet, getting a taste of his own leftover juices in the process. He placed it on Clarks back pulled his pants off and spread his cheeks. "Fuck..." Tyler groaned at the sight of his boyfriends tight hole. He jiggled one of his asscheeks and then gave it a kiss and a slap.

"Ah!" Clark yipped. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Just relax and trust me." Tyler said as he dove in, shoving his tongue right past the sphincter. Clarks toes curled from it and he moaned into the bed, face down. Tyler kept licking and wriggling his tongue around, loosening him up and getting him ready. He didn't spend as much time as he'd like, but long enough to do what he needed. "Ready?" He asked.

"I guess." Clark responded, still face down. Tyler grabbed the toy and inched it in. "Oh fuck, thought you said you weren't topping."

"It's not me." Tyler pushed the toy in all the way in a quick motion. "Now turn over." Clark obeyed and Tyler grabbed Clarks phone, finding the app he turned it on a low setting.

"Oh fuck!" Clarks body jolted from the sudden pleasure. "Oh my god." He twisted and tensed in response to the pulsing. His cock twitched and swung. Tyler grabbed it to steady it and gave it a slow stroke, licking the tip like a lollipop. Clark moaned in euphoria as Tyler turned up the toy one level.

He took Clark in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the shaft as he lowered himself. He used one free hand to play with Clarks heavy balls, while he used the other to moved the settings up and down. Causing Clark to grab the sheets, balling them in his fist.

"Oh god Ty! I - oh my god!" He bucked up, forcing his cock to reach further down Tylers throat. Tyler moaned in response and pleasure danced across Clarks body, goosebumps appeared as they had for Tyler.

"Call this payback." Tyler teased as he turned it up and down again, making Clarks prostate short circuit. He'd never been pleasured like this and he had truly missed out. Tyler laughed at the look on Clarks face as he climbed up, positioning himself over Clarks throbbing cock. "Actually, call

this

payback." He said as he lowered down, bottoming out in one swift motion. "Ahh!" Tyler exclaimed in pleasure.

Clark matched his moan as Tyler turned the toy to max, locked Clarks phone and tossed it to the side. This sent Clark into space as Tyler started to gyrate, squeezing his tightness as he bounced up and down. The smacks of his ass colliding with Clark satisfying them both.

"Oh shit Tyler!" Clark grabbed his cheeks, taking them in his fists as he positioned himself to buck up into his boyfriend. The toy working its' magick spell on his g-spot as he felt his foreskin pulling back and forth inside of Tyler, the soft, warm inner walls electrifying him. He pushed deeper and deeper, causing Tyler to have to bite his knuckle to keep from screaming. Clark could feel himself getting close, the warmth rising from the bottom of his balls. A hot feeling of ecstasy building from his prostate. He shot up into Tyler. "Ah! Fuck!" He groaned as he came, pushing up into his boyfriend forcing him all the way down.

He could feel the cum fill him up and the ecstasy cloud his brain. He relaxed and lowered his hips, Tyler lowering with him as they both took heavy breaths.

Then the toy died.

"Shit, it died." Clark said.

"I'll charge it then we can go for round two." Tyler tried to raise off of Clark who was still

hard.

"No." He held him there. "I'm not done." Clark spun them and now he was over Tyler, his

dick never left Tylers cunt. He pushed in deeper.

"Oh, fuck." Tyler moaned. Clark could feel his cum coating his dick as he started to slowly pump into Tyler. He pulled out to the cockhead, some of his cum leaking out, dripping off his shaft. He then pushed himself back in, wrapping his arms around Tyler. He put his lips in his and felt as Tyler wrapped his legs around his hips. Tylers hands traveled across Clark, he scratched down his back. Locked his legs behind Clarks back and pulled him closer, deeper into him.

Clarks tongue massaged Tylers and Tyler moaned into his mouth. Clark placed his hands on the small of Tylers back and base of his head, pulling his face back, but Tyler closer to him he said, "I love you." And this time he said it differently than he ever had.

"I love you too." Tyler replied sweetly as Clark humped into him again and again, grinding his hips up as he did. Their moans and cries of love filled the room

Meanwhile...

Amy walked across the cold tile floor of the kitchen. She was thirsty and still horny. Amy had just got done masturbating for the third time that night. She really needed to get laid. She needed

a boyfriend. Or girlfriend...or honestly at this point any living, breathing, consenting, age-appropriate person who could make her cum.

But that would have to wait, she needed to focus on her and Tylers careers. She wanted to be a big talent manager. Bigger than Jason Miezel. And she wanted Tyler to be a big star. Bigger than Ali Wong, Mateo Lane, bigger than George Carlin. Amy was going to ensure success for them both.

After getting a bottle of water from the fridge she started to head back to her room but sort of got turned around.

Fucking rich people big house.

She thought to herself.

Who the fuck needs this many hallways...I do... I'll have this many hallways someday.

"I'm not saying he's bad for Clark, just not husband material." Amy was pulled from her thoughts as she walked by a door that must've been Abraham and Janets. It was her voice from the other side. "He's just...I don't know, I just hope Clark comes to his senses soon." She said.

"He's a fine young man." Abraham defended Tyler. They must've been talking about him. "He's funny, seems to be a hard worker, handsome. Clark could do worse."

"I liked Bryant." Janet argued. "He's was also handsome; he was

appropriately

funny - not a dick joke slinger - and had his own money."

Bitch!

Amy had to fight not to open the door at the insinuation. "I just don't want our boy being taken advantage of."

"He isn't being taken advantage of." Amy liked Abraham so far.

"Oh really? I had Tom look into Clarks financials, and guess what? He bought him a car. A car Abraham." She scoffed; Amy could almost hear the woman's eyes roll.

"I bought you a car, several actually."

"That's different, we were already married. And notice how during dinner he didn't answer questions about his parents and childhood?"

"Yes he did." Abraham groaned at his wife's rudeness.

"Not truthfully, I could tell he was lying about things." She went on. "I'm going to have Tom look into him. Find everything he can on the young man. I won't have some gold digger weaseling his way into our family." She insulted Tyler.

"Do not have Tom snoop into Tylers life. I'm sure Clark wouldn't be with him if he wasn't a good person. Clark has a good head on his shoulders." Abraham tried to soothe his wife, get her to calm down and not sick the families private investigator on Tyler.

"Fine, but I'm going to speak to Clark about it next week. I want to make sure he's being smart about this."

"Whatever you need dear." Abraham rolled his eyes at his wife and turned off his light. "Goodnight, I love you." They kissed and rolled over, going to bed. Abraham didn't tell his wife that

Clark had gotten the ring to propose with. He didn't want her to go into a fit and wake up the hole house. He'd make sure to speak with her after their guests had left to calm her down, persuade her to let it go. She was being overprotective.

Amy stepped away from the door and went back to her room, she wanted to go tell Tyler. Yell at Janet, but she also didn't want to start a fight between Clark and his family. He was good to Tyler and just decided instead to talk to Clark about it later.

She was also still horny, she got out her vibrator she'd brought with her.

*****

The next morning Tyler woke up sore from the love making and with a splitting headache and a slight fever. Janet had put on the fake loving mother routine and given him some medicine they had around the house. Amy wanted to slap the bitch, but decided to not start a fight. Especially not now when Tyler was sick.

They all said their goodbyes and Clark got Tyler to the car, laying him in the back seat. Amy sat up front with Clark on the ride home and they made light chat. She wanted to talk about last night but decided not to with Tyler in the car. The ride home was shorter than the ride out and they pulled into the parking lot just before lunch.

Clark carried Tyler in like a gentleman even though Tyler insisted he could walk on his own.

He laid him down in his bed and tucked him in.

"Will you stay for the day babe? Keep me company, keep me warm. I'm so cold." Tyler asked Clark, but what he was really trying to say was '

will you stay and take care of me?'

"Yes baby. I'll stay. I'm gonna go get the bags from the car and I'll be right back." He gave his forehead a kiss and went to go get the bags.

"Hey, you got a minute?" Amy decided to talk to him now. Tyler was in the other room probably sleeping and the door was closed.

"Sure." Clark replied.

"It's about your mother." Amy stood in front of Clark; arms crossed against her chest. "Did she say anything to you about Tyler?"

"Not really, just that she thought he was nice young man." Clark was perplexed, he sensed Amy wasn't telling him something. "Why? Did she say something to you?"

"No, I was eavesdropping." She responded. "Last night, went to the kitchen and walked by their room." She glanced towards Tylers room, making sure the door was closed. "She called him a gold digger."

"What?" Clark was confused. Surely Amy had misheard. "She didn't-"

"I know what I heard. Something about having Tom look into Tyler." She said.

"Tom?" Clarks mouth fell open. "Why would she..." Clark couldn't understand why his mother would say that.

"I don't know, but I need to know if you think the same thing." Amy imposed on him. "He loves you Clark. Like,

loves

you. He's never loved anyone the way he loves you." True considering Clark was Tylers first boyfriend.

"And I love him, I don't think he's after my money. He gets mad at me anytime I try to use it. He insists on paying every time we go out to eat." Clark defended himself. "I love Tyler." He repeated.

"I hope you do Clark. Talk to your mother, because if she has Tom look into him, or I find out she's called him anything other than his name..." Amy didn't know what she'd do but she knew it wasn't pretty.

"I'll talk to her." Clark said. And he would, he'd need to before he proposed. He didn't want his mother to disapprove of his choice in husband. He'd marry him anyway, but he wanted both his parents' support.

Amy nodded and walked to her room; Clark went back to Tylers. He was asleep. Clark undressed and crawled into bed next to him and wrapped his arms around him.

"Hey babe, we need to get on the road soon. Head home. Your parents are nice by the way." Tyler said still half asleep. He must be dreaming they were still at Clarks parents.

"We'll leave soon, I just want to lay here for a bit if you don't mind." "Mmm...okay, that sounds nice."

And it was.

*****

The weekend went by in a blur, Tyler was sick until Sunday and Clark stayed the whole time to take care of him. Amy worked on the contract for the tour, negotiating this and that. Making sure that Tyler would get enough time, making sure his hotel rooms would be up to her standards. Most of it was things she'd googled to make sure she knew she was asking for the right things. Amy was still new to this part of things and was still learning a lot of the business speak.

She usually just talked to the people running the open mics to see how much time was available, if there was anyway Tyler could get a highlighted spot. This was new territory for both of them. She'd found she was good at it though, took to it like a natural.