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.”
“You bought me a car Clark, and now the apartment.” Tyler listed off more of his concerns and anxieties.
“Those were mutually beneficial.” Clark defended.
“I know, I know baby.” Tyler squeezed Clarks hand. “But I need you to stop buying me things. Spoiling me. It makes me feel trapped, like I’m indebted to you. Like I can’t leave if we ever grow apart or get unhappy.” Tyler explained all the feelings he’d been having but hadn’t said out loud yet.
“You’re unhappy?” Clark went cold with fear.
“No, god no Clark. I’m so happy. I love you.” Tyler leaned closer, easing Clarks fear. “These few weeks, I don’t think I could’ve gotten through them without you. I love you.” He repeated. “I just mean to say that if, god forbid, anything happens. I feel like I’m trapped under your wallet. I won’t be able to leave.” Tyler took a breath. “I feel like I don’t contribute anything equally to this relationship.”
“You don’t owe me anything. If you ever want to leave, I hope you’ll give me a chance to fix it first, but leave.” Clark hoped, no begged the gods, that that moment would never come. “And as far as contributions, you contribute plenty. You pay for lunch all the time; give me the best blowjobs I’ve ever had and you love me. I’d say that’s fair contributions.”
“I wouldn’t say that’s exactly fair.” Tyler wished that Clark could just understand Tylers point of view.
“I would…look why don’t you want me to take care of you.”
“Because I can take care of myself.” Tyler explained. “I’ve been doing it since I was four.” He admitted. “I’ve had to take care of myself and work for everything I’ve wanted since I was a kid. I had to mow neighbors lawns so I could buy me and Nathan bologna for dinner sometimes.”
“But you shouldn’t have had to. Tyler,” Clark had to hold back tears, he wanted to cry for Tyler. He understood better now. “I’m sorry. I’ll pull back. No more extravagant gifts.”
“Thank you, it’s just…it’s like giving me anxiety. I love you so much Clark that it fucking terrifies me. And I don’t want to feel trapped. So I need you to understand how I feel about all this.”
“I’m sorry I made you feel this way.” Clark repeated. “If it makes you feel better I’ll make you pay for every date from now on.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Deal.” Tyler joked back. “And one more thing.” He said.
“Another round?” Clark teased.
“Actually, maybe.” Tyler considered. “But the apartment. I’ll move in, but you have to lower everyone’s rent by $200.”
“Yes.” Clark fist pumped, barely able to contain his excitement. “Done.” He agreed to the terms.
“And the staff gets a $3 raise.” He added on.
“Done.” Clark would agree to anything if it meant Tyler moving in.
“And Amy still has to pay rent. $500.”
“I’m not gonna force her, but done.”
“Okay then.” Tyler grinned, feeling the horniness rise again. “Now, about round two…” Tyler got up and leaned over the table, pushing some papers and files to the floor.
“Shit!” Clark said. “Babe I actually really needed those.”
“Oh, fuck sorry.” Clark and Tyler both scrambled to the floor to gather the paperwork back together.
*****
“That man would not survive.” Tyler continued his joke. “His nose, cheekbones, fuck his eyeballs would be broken.” The crowd laughed. “If I had ten minutes alone in a room with Henry Cavill? I’m coming out the first ever cisgender man to get pregnant.” This was one of Tylers favorite jokes to tell. “The room would smell just fucking filthy. No amount of air freshener could get rid of it.” The crowd laughed more; Tyler continued his jokes. He loved this. This is where he was meant to be. On stage.
He looked over to Amy who was laughing along and giving him an approving look and whispering something to Jason. Jason had come to a few of his shows recently. Jason didn’t usually come to shows, anyone’s, so Tyler thought this was odd. But he didn’t ask questions.
“Anyway, that’s my time but before I go. I just want to say I do love my boyfriend, but if Henry Cavill, Idris Elba, or any of the Chris’s – except for Pratt – want this…it’s theirs.” Tyler finished his joke and the crowd laughed, he exited and the next performer came up.
“Another good show.” Amy said as Tyler joined her, Jason had disappeared.
“Thanks, where did Jason go?”
“He had a call, went outside.” Amy explained. “Look I’m gonna go talk to the manager and get your check. Can you save our table, I wanna stay for Kaylee’s open mic after the closer. I think she’s going on third.” Tyler agreed and Amy went off to do her manager thing. She was good at it. She’d always been bossy and good at being in charge, it’s how she’d gotten promoted to shift manager at the book shop so fast.
Tyler sat and listened to the closer, they were funny. Leaned a little too much into political jokes, but they were funny enough it wasn’t a deal breaker. Jason sat next to Tyler and joined in the laughter. Amy still hadn’t returned.
“Enjoy the show?” Tyler asked Jason as the closer finished and the host announced a few minutes break before the open mics started.
“I did, you were hysterical as always.” Jason complimented him and Tyler thanked him. “And I’m sorry about your father by the way, the office was sad to hear.”
“Thanks, I got your flowers, they were sweet. But don’t feel bad, there was no love lost between Andrew and I.”
“Still, losing a parent isn’t easy. And losing him after such a high point.” Jason commented.
“That was probably on purpose. Andrew never liked it when his children did anything of worth that he couldn’t somehow claim responsibility for. When I won a poetry contest in middle school, he claimed it was because he’d read me Dr. Suess books growing up.” Tyler scoffed in a chuckling manner. “I’m not sure he even knew how to read himself.”
“The tour really did go swimmingly.” Jason redirected the conversation away from the darker subject it was veering towards.
“Thanks.” Tyler said.
“I’m quite happy Clarks tip worked out.” Jason mentioned.
Tyler nearly snapped. He fucking knew it. Yet another thing Clark had handed him. Another debt he owed Clark.
“What?” Tyler muttered, holding back his anger.
“Yeah, Clark tipped me off about you.” Before Jason could say more, Tyler stood up. Amy approached in the same moment.
“Hey, got your check.” She noticed the blank face Tyler wore, but she knew this was his ‘I’m gonna kill’, angry face. “Oh, shit. What happened?”
“I have to go.” Is all Tyler said.
*****
“Clark,” Tyler approached his boyfriend who was sitting on their bed, reading a book. “I need to ask you something.”
“Shoot babe.” He put the book away.
“I’m so fucking serious right now Clark.” Tyler began, holding back his anger for now. “I’m going to ask you this question and if you lie to me, I will throw you out that window.”
“What is it?” Clark asked. “I swear I haven’t bought you anything since our talk.”
“Did you pay Jason, or buy me any kind of stage time with him?” Tyler was flat with his words. “Did you have anything to do with Jason being at my show that night?”
Clark took a deep breath and leaned forward on the bed. “Tyler-”
“I fucking knew it Clark!” Tyler screamed at Clark, wanting to throw things. Smash things. Tyler wanted to squeeze Clarks head and juice like an orange.
“Babe!” Clark stood up. “I’m sorry.”
“Clark I can’t believe this. What else did you do? Are you the reason I got the holiday tour? The gig at the Starship? Cave?” Tyler listed off some of his paid gigs.
“No!” Clark defended. “I swear, just let me explain.”
“I should have fucking known!” Tyler stormed out of the room, going into the kitchen. He didn’t know why. Clark followed him. “You bought my fucking career.” He muttered.
“Babe, I promise I didn’t pay Jason anything. I didn’t buy your career.” Clark stood across from Tyler at the island. Tyler spotted some whiskey.
“Yeah fucking right, I’m sure I can just take your word for it and believe you.” Tyler was furious. He grabbed a glass and poured himself some of the liquor. “Fucking…” He took a swig and poured some more. He hated whiskey.
“Tyler, look at me. I promise I didn’t buy you any stage time, or pay Jason to come see you.” Clark swore.
“Clark, you’ve been throwing money at me since we fucking met!” Tyler repeated his frustrations from their talk earlier. “How am I supposed to believe you when you say that this is the one time you didn’t use money to make my life easier.”
“Because I fucking didn’t!” Clark insisted. “I promise, all I did was call Jason and send him a link to your socials, some of your performances.”
“Why?”
“Because you deserved it.”
“You’re right, I did deserve it.” Tyler swallowed more whiskey. “I deserved a big fucking break.” His voice cracked and a tear fell. “But I deserved to get it on my own, not have it fucking handed to me.” Tyler took another drink.
“I didn’t hand it to you, and to be fair I didn’t tell Jason to go to your show.” Clark took the whiskey and drank some straight from the bottle now. “Like I said, all I did was send him your info. He chose to go to your show himself.”
“Just something else I owe you now.”
“For the last fucking time! You don’t owe me anything! That’s not how relationships work.” Clark boomed. “And this is how it works in show business anyway, it’s called networking. Using your connections.”
“I know about networking and connections Clark, but you should have told me. Part of me knew you’d had a hand in it anyway!” Tyler took the whiskey back. “I should’ve trusted my gut.”
“Well if you knew I’d done this, why are you mad?” Clark asked, brows furrowed.
“Because Clark!” Tyler exploded. “Part of me thought, hoped, that I’d done this on my own. That Jason had just happened to be there, or that he’d heard about me from another comic or promoter or something. Not from my knight in shining fucking armor.” He drank again. His anger still boiling. “I thought I did this on my own.”
“You did.” Clark tried to assure Tyler but he didn’t trust him.
“Did you get me the holiday tour?” Tyler asked him
“No.” Clark repeated again. “No, you did that.”
“I-” Tyler didn’t know where to go from here. He was so angry.
“Tyler, I promise. All I did was show Jason who you were.”
“Clark I wish – I thought – Clark I just…I just feel like I owe you my career now too. On top of everything else.” Tyler stumbled over his words and feelings. “What the fuck is in this whiskey?” He asked, looking at the bottle. It had a high alcohol count.
“We went over this; you don’t owe me anything. I love you. I just wanted to help you. Because you fucking deserved it.” Clark repeated once more. “And it’s a very expensive whiskey. Good stuff.” He took a swig now.
“I just don’t know.”
“Call him, call Jason and ask him. Ask him if I paid him. Ask him if I’ve done anything other than what I said.” Clark offered.
“He’s probably home in bed by now.” Tyler explained. “I got home an hour ago and sat in the car, trying to figure out what to say to you when I came up.” Clark perked up strangely. “What?” Tyler asked, noticing.
“Nothing, you just – you called it home. The apartment.” Clark flashed his thousand-watt smile.
“Don’t change the subject.” Tyler said, even though he wanted to be done with this argument. Mostly because he felt drunk. He’d only had maybe six or seven shots during the argument, but he somehow felt drunk. How was he drunk already? He took another shot.
“Why not?” Clark groaned. He walked around the island, pushed the bottle away from them and grabbed Tylers arms “Look, I’ll say it again. I didn’t pay Jason. You got this yourself. You. Earned. This.” He punctuated each word, making sure Tyler understood them.
“Clark…” Tyler swayed, then reached for the bottle.
“Okay, maybe we don’t take another drink right now.” Clark guided Tylers hand away from the bottle. “Do you understand me?”
“About the whiskey? No. I want another drink.” Tyler reached again. His anger starting to melt away as the drink settled in.
“No about Jason.” Clark pushed the bottle further away. “I’m sorry that you feel like you didn’t earn this, but I didn’t do it for you either.”
“I thought I opened the door myself Clark.” Tyler refocused on the conversation, looking up into Clarks eyes. His soft, gorgeous eyes. “But you did.” Tyler teared up again, another tear falling…then another.
“Tyler,” Clark wiped the tears away. “I didn’t open the door, you did. Did I get Jason to look through the window? Sure. Yeah, I did. But he knocked because you’re fucking funny. You’re hilarious.” Clark bent down and kissed his forehead. “You opened the door sugar, not me.” Clark repeated.
“I love you.” Tyler said.
“I love you too.” Clark replied.
“I was talking to the whiskey.” Tyler reached over and grabbed the bottle. He backed out of Clarks grasp and headed towards the bedroom. Clark leaned on the counter, taking in a deep breath and chuckling. “I don’t forgive you yet. I gotta call Jason in the morning to confirm your story.” Tyler said.
“Okay.” Clark chuckled again, he stayed at the counter. Crossing his arms and looking at the wall kicking himself for not telling Jason not to mention this.
“Are you gonna come fuck me or not? I wanna have angry sex.” Tyler said, leaning back out of the door to the bedroom. He’d gotten undressed and Clark saw now he was erect. No whiskey dick for him. “And you’re bottoming, as punishment.” Tyler swung his dick back and forth.
“Be right there babe.” Clark said slowly, kicking his pants off as he met Tyler in the bedroom taking him into a kiss. The taste of whiskey on his lips.
