Chapter 14: That Man Would Not Survive
Tyler was horny. He and Clark hadn't had sex in nearly a month. He hadn't been in the mood, between the funeral and then the anger at Clark adding in Amy booking Tyler no less than 10 shows a week, he hadn't had time. But now, sitting in Clarks office after they'd just had lunch together. He wanted nothing more than to swallow his man's thick, uncut dick. He felt feral.
Tyler had decided it was time to actually sit down and talk to Clark about his feelings and some issues he was having with Clarks habit of throwing money at Tylers problems. But the second he sat down in Clarks office, sitting across from him watching him work while he ate...something about it made Tylers pussy quiver.
Sex first.
He'd decided.
Tyler stood up and walked to the window. Clark, engrossed in work due to some big project he'd been assigned, didn't notice.
"What a nice view." Tyler said in a sultry tone. He gave his hips a little sway, knowing it would make his ass shake the way Clark liked. He looked back to give Clark a seductive look, but Clark was still typing away on his computer. Tyler pulled his pants down just enough to let his cheeks hang out of his pants. He'd worn a jock today to give Clark easy access, knowing he'd be riding his man at some point today. Annoyed, Tyler cleared his throat. "I said, what a nice view." He repeated, reaching back and giving himself a little smack. Hoping the sound would pull Clarks attention.
"What was that babe?"
Got him.
Tyler thought to himself as he watched Clark redirect his attention to the window where Tyler stood. "Oh!" Clark said in happy surprise.
"What? Don't like the view?" Tyler seduced.
"No, I...I love it." Clark got up and quickly joined Tyler at the window. He pressed into him, pushing Tyler against the window. "Naughty boy, distracting me from work." Clark growled in Tylers ear as he grinded himself into him. Clark nibbled at the earlobe and then pulled Tylers lips to his.
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to." Tyler pushed his ass back against Clark and could feel him stiffen. Clarks cock was growing, starting to tent in his chinos. "I just wanted you to see the view of the city."
"Mmm." Clark moaned into Tylers neck, kissing him up and down. He traced Tylers jaw with his tongue before diving back into his boyfriends mouth. The two moaned and grinded as Clark felt himself become fully erect. He lowered down to his knees and pulled Tylers pants down around his ankles and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing the pretty pink hole looking at him like it was starving for his cock. "Fuck." Clark growled as he spit into it, massaging it in with his finger.
"Oh fuck baby, that's right. Lube me up." Tyler moaned, the pleasure expanding. Clark dug in. His tongue punching through Tyler with ease. Tylers pussy was begging to be eaten. Clark ate away. Pouring his saliva into the canal as he used his fingers to assist in the stretching of the tight aperture. "Oh god." Tyler moaned, his legs shaking. Clark had released his penis and had been stroking it, spreading some spit and precum on it to ready himself for the fucking.
Clark had also been horny. Horny and stressed. He hadn't jerked off or anything since the funeral really. He needed a release. He was already close, about to blow. He knew he wouldn't last long with one of Tylers perfect blowjobs so instead he decided to just fuck him. He stood up, dropping his pants, and pressed his cockhead into Tylers hole.
Tyler tried to turn around and get on his knees but Clark pushed him up against the window. "I can't wait, I need this hole now." He growled, demand in his tone. Tyler was more than happy to skip to the main event. Clark pulled his foreskin back and pushed farther in. His tip slid in with ease. "That's it baby." There was some resistance as Tyler was tight and Clark was a bit dry, but Clark pushed in steadily and softly. Tyler winced from the friction. Clark spat a glob of saliva down on his cock as he inched in more and more. "Shhh. It's okay sugar, it's okay. I'm almost in."
Tyler moaned as Clark slipped in, inch by inch until he could feel Clarks pubes brush against his cheeks and balls rest against the back of his thighs. They both shuddered as Clark bottomed out in Tylers sweet tightness. "Fuck..." They both breathed out together. Clark pulled out a few inches, then sunk back in. He repeated the motion until he built up a nice rhythm. Clark switched over now, he pushed Tyler onto the glass harder. One hand on the back of his neck, holding him in place, the other on Tylers fat ass cheek to help him guide the faster, rougher rhythm.
"Oh fuck Clark, it feels so good." He said, face pressed up against the glass. Clark squeezed lightly, choking Tyler. Tyler braced himself on the window, placing his palms on the glass as Clark fucked him into the surface.
"Fuck baby, I love this pussy." Clark clapped his thighs against Tylers ass over and over, sending ripples across his cheeks. "Fuuuuck..." Clark moaned, his head rolling back. Eyes crossing in pleasure. "I'm not gonna last long, I'm already close." Clark told him.
"Fuck me harder." Was Tylers response. Clarks response was to choke Tyler lightly and slam into him. He fucked him so hard he was afraid he'd break the glass and they'd plummet to their deaths. He thought it would be worth it. "Fuck daddy." Tyler wailed.
Clark couldn't hold back; hearing Tyler call him daddy sent him over the edge. He pushed all the way to the base one last time, sending his cum deep into Tylers guts. "Fuck. I love you baby." He leaned down and kissed the back of Tylers head who was panting onto the glass. "Did you cum?" He asked. He wanted to make sure Tyler got his too.
"Yes actually." Tyler looked down to the window that now had a few squirts of his cum on
it.
"Good." Clark squatted down and cleaned the mess up with his tongue. Grabbing a handful of Tylers ass to steady himself.
"That's strangely hot." Tyler remarked.
"The office janitor doesn't get paid enough to deal with this." He laughed. "Thanks, I needed this." Clark stood up and kissed Tyler, pulling his pants back up.
"Me too." Tyler caressed Clarks face, smiling up at him. Clark kissed him once more then walked back over to his computer.
"And thanks for bringing lunch." He remarked, taking a bite of his burger.
"No problem." Tyler went back and sat down across from Clark again. Now came the hard part. "Hey, can we talk."
"About?" Clark glanced to Tyler, but kept working.
"Babe, I know you have work to do. But this is serious." Tylers tone triggered Clark to push his keyboard away and direct his entire focus to him.
"What's wrong? You pregnant?" Clark tried to joke, but he almost feared whatever Tyler would say next. He knew it was most likely about the apartment thing. Tyler hadn't moved in yet and they'd had two quick conversations about it, with Tyler stating they'd talk about it after he'd had time to process.
"It's about the apartment." He'd had time to process. "Well...the apartment...and some other stuff."
"What other stuff?" Clark wasn't prepared. He hoped Tyler wasn't about to dump him.
After that fuck he definitely hoped not. "It's about the money."
"What money?" "Your money."
"It's our money." Clark said, forgetting they weren't married yet. He hadn't even proposed yet. It hadn't been the right time just yet. But he had something planned for that.
"No, it's yours. And I appreciate you using it to help me out, but it makes me feel...icky." Tyler couldn't find an exact word.
"Icky?" Clark raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's...I just." He took a moment. "Clark I kind of feel like you're buying me, or adding more and more zeroes to a debt I owe you." He expressed.
"Yeah, zeroes. Because you don't owe me." Clark explained.
"But I feel like I do." Tyler explained. "Since we met, you've been giving me money. Using it to get me to go on a date with you. You bought my freedom." Tyler joked, referring to when he paid Bailey three grand so he would cut him from the shift.
"Okay, that was a bit too far sure. But babe," Clark reached across the desk and took Tylers hand. "you don't owe me anything and I'm sorry that I'm making you feel that way. I don't mean to."
