The Right Price

Chapter 16: Book The Sunday Gigs

March 2022...

"Okay, so today is March...9

th

right?" Tyler asked Clark.

"Yes." He responded as he looked over his planner. Tyler wrote something down in his.

"Okay, so I have a few shows this weekend. You'll be home tomorrow then right?"

"Uh, no. I'll be home the morning of the 11

th

. Leaving the..." He consulted his notes. "the 15

th

."

"Okay, that gives us all day together on Sunday at least. I don't have anything that day. My last day at the restaurant is tomorrow, but I do have four shows on Friday and Saturday. No, wait. I've got...seven total." Tyler went on.

"That's not a problem. But I really want to spend Sunday in bed all day with you." Clark smiled through the video call.

"And that's what I want." Tyler responded. "So that's what we'll do." They smiled at each other. "And you're sure that you'll be back home again in two weeks right?" Clarks month away had already gone over by two weeks. Now Clark was coming back for the weekend only to have to fly back to Seattle for another two weeks to oversee the project.

"Yes, that's the plan. Then I'll have a few more months in Austin before I have to come back to Seattle." Clark explained some more business things that Tyler didn't care for nor particularly understand. He also didn't care to understand them. He just wanted Clark home. As much as they had been arguing recently, over the wedding - when it would be, how big, where - he missed his fiancé and wanted him home... and in his hole.

They chatted a bit more and tried the phone sex thing again, but Tyler didn't like it. It didn't get him off the way the real thing did. He tried to use toys, but again nothing compared to Clarks huge cock drilling into him over and over again.

"I really need to go; I love you babe." Clark said to Tyler and they said their goodbyes.

Tyler closed the laptop and heaved a sigh, looking around the big empty apartment. He looked out over the city and took in another deep breath. He still felt uneasy in this place. Like he didn't belong. With Clark gone so long it had given Tyler time to really feel this place and try to fit himself in it. He hadn't brought much of his stuff over when he moved in. He'd put most of it in storage, he had brought a shelf and some books, his rug and his favorite reading chair. Other than these things and his clothes, there was nothing of his in this apartment. Clark had made him feel comfortable and welcome, but Clark also had already filled up the apartment so there was no need for some of Tylers things. He'd left his couch behind for Amy.

Tyler crawled into bed and took in Clarks scent that was all over his side of the bed. The smell of his man got him hard and he started to finger himself and jerk off, imagining Clark doing these things to him. Again, however, it didn't compare and didn't do much for Tyler so he gave up and went to bed instead. Excited to ride his man until his balls fell off this weekend.

*****

"Thank you." Tyler told the waitress as she placed his food down in front of him. He and Amy were having a lunch meeting. Business had picked up for them both over the last few months. People all over Austin and the surrounding area were calling to try and book him. Amy had to turn down gigs now.

"So you excited for Clark this weekend?" She asked.

"You have no fucking clue." He took a bit of his food. "I'm so damn horny I'm thinking when he comes home this weekend I might chop it off before he leaves so I can have it while he's away."

"You could just do one of those cloning kits." She laughs.

"I want the real thing." Tyler joked. Amy giggled and then pulled out her schedule book.

"Okay, so...don't be mad." She started.

"What?" Tyler groaned.

"I booked you 6 more gigs." She grinned.

"Okay." Tyler raised an eyebrow.

"Two of them are on Sunday." Amys grin persisted, but took on different meaning.

"Amy," Tyler rolled his eyes. "Sunday is supposed to be 'bed day' with Clark."

"I know, but there's several good reasons." She defended.

"And they are?"

"The money and...Jason kind of wants you to stay booked and busy. He wants to make sure people know who you are." Amy spoke slowly, not telling Tyler everything.

"Why..." Tyler was curious. Jason was involved sure, but not this much usually.

"Because of the Kincaid tour." She smiled again, big and bright.

"What about his tour?" Tyler had of course that Walter was going to have a big tour this year, but he didn't know what that had to do with him.

"Because Jason wants you on it. I want you on it." She spit out quickly.

"What!" Tyler nearly choked on the word; surprise pulsed through him.

"We want you on the Walter Kincaid tour, Walter apparently likes you but thinks you're too green and can't handle a tour this large." She explains. "It's four months long and is over a hundred shows."

"Over a hundred..."

"You'd be his lead opener. Thirty-minute sets." Amy told Tyler. "I think you're ready. That's why I'm pushing you so hard."

"Amy I..." Tyler let the thought soak in. Opening for Walter Kincaid. Walter fucking Kincaid. "But what about my weekend with Clark, how are we gonna make the travel work with him?" Tyler asked.

"What?" Amy balked.

"Clark. How am I gonna make a four-month tour work. I mean we've got a wedding to plan, we're building a house. Not just that but four months is a long time." Tyler stated his concerns.

"Tyler are you fucking serious?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Tyler are you hearing yourself right now?" Amy leaned over the table and looked Tyler dead in his eyes. "I just told you that one of your biggest dreams, a goal you've had for years, is about to come true and you're worried about a fucking man!" She couldn't believe this.

"He's not just a man Amy, he's my fiancé." Tyler understood it sounded a bit ridiculous, now that Amy put it into perspective, but he still had to find a way to factor Clark into all of this. He wasn't just some guy; he

was

his fiancé. This was a big decision that didn't just affect him alone.

"Sorry if this is offensive, but who gives a fuck about Clark right now Tyler." Amy was annoyed. "I worked hard to get you this offer. I had to practically beg Jason fucking Miezel to consider you. I've been overworking you on purpose, myself too, to prove to them that you could handle it. That you may be green, but you're ready." Amy couldn't believe Tylers hesitation. This is what he'd always wanted.

"This decision affects him too Amy. If I leave for four months we have to reschedule our own plans." Tyler told her. "I love him."

"I love him too, and I'm so happy you've found someone - happier that you're engaged and I'm not saying you don't get married - but think about this Tyler. This is it. The big break. You crush this tour, and I could get you started in small roles on tv as a guest star. Maybe in a movie. This time next year we could be planning your own tour. Headlining. Spots on talk shows." She put it all into perspective for Tyler.

"I'm not saying I don't want it Amy, I do. I want it all. But I need to make sure that Clark has a place in it too. I want him by my side."

"God fucking - Christ Tyler! Do you want Clark or do you want everything you've dreamed of?" She spat.

"I want both."

"And I'm not saying you can't have both. Later. But right now. You get the tour, Clark, sure, can fly around if he wants to see you, follow you. But he can't be the reason you turn this down."

"I'm not turning it down Amy."

"So if it came down to it, would it be Clark or the tour. Stay here, plan the perfect wedding, walk down the aisle, say 'I do'. Or would it be going on a four-month tour and opening up the door to a future you've dreamed of since I met you?" She asked. "Because right now, you can't have both. I'm sorry but you can't. A year from now after the tour, different story. But right now, right here, in this moment. You can't have both." She pushed the schedule book towards him with dates circled, numbers written in the margins, future gigs already put in stone.

"I-"

"I want you to be happy, I want you to get married to Clark if you want. But right now you've got to choose. Be with him now and lose this opportunity, or take this opportunity and be with him later. You get him either way. He loves you. He won't leave you if you have to postpone the wedding. But if you blow off this tour?" Amy didn't need to finish. Tyler knew that if he chose Clark over the tour it would be another year or two of hard work before Miezel offered him another or even his own.

This

was his ticket. This was his moment. He could have it all later, right now he wanted the tour.

"Book the Sunday gigs." Tyler told Amy, smiles slowly spreading across their faces.

*****

Clark and Tyler rolled around the bed, naked. Tyler had just picked up Clark from the airport and he was still tired from the night before. He hadn't slept yet after his gig because he knew he had to pick up Clark from an eight AM flight. They'd gone straight home and their clothes left a trail from the door to the bed.

"Oh god!" Tyler moaned as Clark took control and pushed Tyler into the bed, nibbling on his nipples as he went down from his lips. He was making his way to his hole. Clarks favorite place to be.

"Fuck I missed you." Clark said to Tylers pussy as he lifted Tyler up and pulled his cheeks apart, revealing the winking pink. He dove in.

"Oh!" Tyler exclaimed and arched his back as Clarks thick tongue breeched his hole. "Fuck baby I missed you." Tyler rested his legs on Clarks strong, broad shoulders as Clark placed his hands on Tylers chest, playing with his nipples. Tyler grabbed Clarks hands and kept them there. "I fucking love when you do this to me.

Clark could suffocate between Tylers cheeks and die happy, eating his hole. "Fuck baby, I can't wait to breed you." He came up for a moment of air, then dove back in.

"Fuck, get on your back daddy." Tyler commanded and they switched positions. Tyler squatted over Clarks mouth and smothered him with his big ass cheeks as he went down, taking Clarks cock to the base in a quick motion. Tyler got to work on Clarks penis while he ate him out. Tyler cupped Clarks balls as he twisted his tongue around the shaft. Pulling his foreskin back with his throat expertly to expose the sensitive cockhead to his velvet inner throat.

Clark dug in deeper, moaning as Tyler worked his magick, pulling precum from deep within his balls. Clarks tongue coated Tylers inner walls with thick amounts of saliva, his finger joining in on the fun to stretch him open. Getting him ready to receive his thick cock.

"Oh, fuck baby I gotta fuck you." Clark begged, coming out of Tylers cunt for air and to tell him he was ready.

"I need you inside me." Tyler agreed, coming up.

"Ride me, I wanna see that ass bounce up and down on my dick." Clark insisted and Tyler simply nodded and crawled forward, letting his ass jiggle causing Clarks cock to throb in anticipation.

"You ready for this daddy?" Tyler teased as he reached back, lining up his fiancés cock with his tight, throbbing hole.

"Oh fuck baby boy, please." Clark played with his own nipple and used his other hand to help Tyler steady his cock as he started to push back. "Ohhhh, fuck!" Clark groaned in pleasure as Tyler inched back on him, his walls expanding and shaping around Clark like a sleeve. He was so tight and Clark was so hard it felt like their first time all over again. "Oh that's right baby."

"Fuuuuck." Tyler moaned as he settled all the way down. "Ah!" Tyler yipped as Clark slapped his left cheek hard. "Ah!" He yipped again as Clark gave his right cheek a matching handprint. He then grabbed both cheeks and jiggled them.

"Fucking Christ babe!" Clark moaned in ecstasy as Tyler started to squeeze and release to massage Clarks cock. "Start fucking me." He slapped again and commanded. Slowly Tyler raised up until only two inches were inside him, then he pushed back. "Fuck..." Clark moaned quietly, his head falling back. He kept his hands on Tylers cheeks to guide him as Tyler started to rock back and forth on Clark.

"Oh god..." Tyler moaned, his eyes crossing and his mouth gaping as he started to move faster on Clarks dick. "Fuck baby!" Tyler moaned again. "Fuck." He picked up speed and Clark slapped his cheek again. "Fuck!" Clark smacked him again. "Fuck!" Once more. "Oh god daddy, I need you to fuck me." In an instant Clark took control, pulling out of Tyler and pushing him face first into the mattress. Clark put Tyler into position and pushed back into him in one quick motion, fucking him ferociously. Tyler tried to say something, but his mouth was full of sheets.

"Fucking take this cock bitch!" Clark got dominant the way Tyler liked, piston fucking him harder and harder with each thrust. The sound of his hips colliding with Tylers cheeks, and the smell of their sex filling the room. Tyler started to cry and moan in pleasure, he tried to raise up into the doggy position but Clark pushed him back down and used his strength to keep Tyler down. "Get the fuck back down. This is my pussy now bitch!"

"Yes daddy!" Tyler moaned into the bed, barely audible. Clark picked up the pace.

"You miss me you fucking whore?" Clark slapped Tylers ass with his free hand, keeping the back his necked clamped in the other. Not letting him up. Tyler wasn't able to answer as he was lost in the euphoria of Clarks nine-inch penis hitting his prostate with each thrust. "I said," Clark reached up and grabbed a fistful of Tylers hair, pulling him up and leaning down into his ear. Still fucking him relentlessly. "Did! You! Miss! Me! Whore!" He punctuated each word with a slapping thrust into Tylers pussy. "Answer me!" He went back to his quick, deep thrusts.

"Fuck! Yes daddy!" Tyler yelled as Clark stretched his pussy, he was sure it would be gaping after this. "Oh, god please fuck me! Don't stop!" He begged.

"This is my fucking cunt!" Clark grabbed Tylers arms and pulled them back, using them as leverage to drive deeper into his hole. Tyler could feel his orgasm swelling.

"I'm gonna cum daddy!" He cried. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me baby boy!" Clark commanded and he did. As Clark finished his sentence, Tyler came hands free. His spunk erupting and making a mess all over the sheets below them. "Oh, fuck yeah baby!" Clark kept pushing into Tyler, his orgasm making his pussy contract. It created a vice around his cock as he pumped closer and closer to his own orgasm. "Fuck make it tighter for me baby, I'm close!" Tyler squeezed tighter, pushing his hips back against Clarks thrusts trying his best to milk Clarks load out.

"Breed me daddy! Get me pregnant! Give me your babies!" Tyler begged Clark to cum.

"I - oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Clark yelled as he pushed all the way in one final time, releasing a month's worth of semen into Tylers tight pussy. "Oh! Fuck!" Clark pushed in more and shuddered. "Ah-" He groaned as he pumped another shot deep into Tyler. Clark collapsed onto Tylers back, panting.

"Fuck daddy." Tyler moaned quietly as he lay under Clark.

"I fucking love you." Clark whispered into Tylers ear as he worked his back down, spreading his cheeks apart. "Oh fuck, I really did some damage here." Tylers hole had never looked like this afterwards. It couldn't close. It was gaping, cum - more cum than Clark had ever produced before - was oozing out of it.

"Oh, god. It feels so good." Tyler mumbled into the bed as Clark stuck his tongue inside the spent cunt. He writhed in pleasure as Clark cleaned up the mess he made. "I'm so tired baby." Tyler told him.

"Well let's take a nap then babe." He kept eating him out. "Then we can do round two in the shower." He pressed his thumbs inside and pulled it apart, making sure it didn't close back up. "I'm tired too."

"The sheets are a mess." Tyler commented.

"We'll wash them later." He told him as he picked him up and laid him down at the head of the bed.

"Oh, thanks baby." Tyler pulled Clark into a kiss. "I love you."

"I missed you." Clark smiled into Tylers mouth.

"I'm tired, I haven't slept yet."

"Let's go to bed then baby." Clark got the blanket from the ground and the two cuddled up and went to bed.

Both of them had news for the other that could wait. Neither knew how the other would react.

*****

A few days later...

Clark sat in his advisors office; it was cold. He'd come here straight after leaving work. Saturdays in the office were always awful, but today had been even worse as it was because of the fucking Seattle project. He knew he shouldn't have agreed to do it. But his father had told him he'd get a raise and with the wedding and house, Clark needed the money.

Tyler wanted to contribute to both, but his career had only just started and Clark was too impatient to wait a year for Tyler to be where he needed to be to be able to help pay for everything. But Clark had a plan for that.

"Okay, this is the last form, you're sure about this?" Jesse asked him

"No, but also yes." Clark said. He was conflicted. He knew Tyler might be annoyed with him for this, but he was also hoping he would see that he was doing this for them. Their future. He signed the paperwork.

*****

"You've been a wonderful audience! My name is Tyler Harris, thank you and goodnight!" Tyler finished his set and took a small bow before exiting the stage as the room erupted in applause. He'd crushed it. The club was full, standing room only at this point. Pure bliss vibrated through him. He got off the stage and searched for Clark and Amy.

"Oh my god that was fucking great!" Amy said as she hugged Tyler.

"Thank you!" He squeezed her. "Where's Clark?" He asked. "He said he'd be here."

"He didn't make it." Amy broke the news. Clark had missed all of Tylers shows because he needed to be at work, even on Sunday when he'd been called in. He'd promised to be at this one though as it was his last one before he flew out the next afternoon.

"But he said-" He was cut off my Jason.

"Tyler, a great show. Yet again. What did I tell you kid, he's good." Jason directed this to another man who was joining them.

"Oh my god!" Tylers mouth fell open. "You're-"

"Walter Kincaid." He reached out his hand and shook Tylers.

"It's...it's an," Tyler composed himself. "It's an honor to meet you." He cleared his throat and head.

"No, the honor is mine. You're hilarious, maybe funnier than me even." He chuckled in his low, but gentle timbre.

"Thank you." Tyler laughed nervous and dropped Walters hand. "What are you doing here? If I may ask." Tyler asked.

"Well, Jason has spoken very highly of you and your manager keeps leaving me messages saying I need to come see you."

"And I was right." Amy chimed in; her nerves buried deep under her determination. She'd worked hard to make sure this would happen and she knew this was a good stop by, she just knew it.

"And I'm happy you were." Walter grinned. "Because I don't know if you know this, but I need a lead opener for my tour coming up." He raised a brow to Tyler.

Yes!

Both Tyler and Amy shouted in glee internally. This was it; he'd made it. Tyler had finally made it.

"Yes!" Tyler accepted without a second or even first thought.

"Well I'm happy to hear that. I'll see you in the office tomorrow to work out the details." He turned to his manager, who had been standing there with a grin. "Jason, make it happen. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get home to my husband. It's late for me. I haven't done a show past midnight in nearly a year now." Walter smiled and shook hands again before leaving.