Simple and Ice Cold Need: Chapters 18 to 20

Chapter 18

At about 7 in the morning I was wide awake. Tobi was snoring loudly right next to me and I’d woken up about an hour before with a bad dream. I’m actually not the type to dream and remember, but tonight was most certainly the exception.
I’d been running from something and found myself outside of a large house. I recognized the house because we’d gone past it plenty of times. Me and Bart, and me and Tobi. I walked to the door and knocked. A tall, tan man answered the door. I also recognized him but just barely. I could tell from his hair and his eyes that he was Tyler. I asked if Bart was there and he shook his head. But I knew he was lying. I could hear Bart in the background screaming. But before I could push past Tyler and search the house I woke up.

So since about six, I’d been awake, thinking over the dream in my head. I was sitting up right deep in thought when Tobi stopped snoring.
“Robin, what the hell are you doing?” he asked, derailing my train of thought.
“Nothing,” I answered.
“Why are you awake this early?”
“Oh. I had a bad dream,” I answered not realizing how childish I sounded. He kissed my cheek and smiled.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked. Now that I was asked I was surprised to find that I did wish to talk about it. I told Tobi the entire story and he sat and thought about it.
“Maybe when we drive past there later we could stop and see if whoever lives in that house has seen Bart,” he said. I nodded enthusiastically and we both went back to sleep. Well, he went back to sleep and I was so excited about going that I could barely stay still, let alone go to sleep.

I went downstairs where once again Keuri was in the kitchen. She was reading Rolling Stone and drinking a cup of coffee.
“Why doesn’t Tobi know you speak English?” I asked I sat down next to her. She giggled.

“He’s such a vindictive asshole. He yells at me all the time and I just can’t stand the thought of giving him the pleasure of yelling at me in your language. Is one thing to be yelled at in Spanish when is your own language, is different and hurtful to be yelled at in words you still can’t fully comprehend. Would you like to be yelled at by me in Spanish?” she explained. I shook my head. I liked to understand what I was in trouble for. I felt like she was really smart. It was nice to talk to someone other than Tobi for a little while. We talked for about 30 minutes before Tobi finally got up. I told her about my dream and how much I missed my home and my boyfriend. I told her everything about Bart that I could think of and she listened really well.

It almost made me feel sad when Tobi came into the kitchen because I knew that she wouldn’t speak English around him. Still, I was very anxious to get to that house. I guess I was one of the kinds of people who believed all dreams meant something. I went upstairs and showered and dressed because he insisted and when I came downstairs Keuri was making breakfast. I ate and waited for Tobi to be ready to leave. It was past 9 when we were finally leaving.

The drive there was very quiet. The radio played quietly and it sounded like Chili Peppers but I didn’t really listen because I was so deep in thought. The sky had grown so dark again as it had just begun to brighten. It hadn’t rained for about a month so it was plenty overdue. As we drove down a long dark dirt road, rain began to pour. Tobi flashed the headlights on and flicked the wipers on. The world outside was as dark as I felt. Finally we pulled up in front of the house. There were no lights on and there wasn’t any car in the driveway. But.
The garage door was open just enough for me to see that there was ’57 Chevy sitting sad and alone inside.

“That’s Bart’s car!” I said with excitement as I got out. I went up to the door and knocked. Of course, I got no answer. I was already soaked when Tobi finally got up there.
“Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded. I turned my attention to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. Of course.
“Robin, are you absolutely positive?” he asked again.
“Yes!!” I said. He gave the door one final look and shoved his shoulder into it with all his weight. And it was open.

Chapter 19

I laid on the bed in the basement and closed my eyes. Tyler was upstairs again. He’d left for work less than 20 minutes ago and I assumed he’d forgotten something. Then I heard a wonderful sound that I’d always thought that I would never hear again.
“Bartholomew, are you here?” Robin shouted. I was just so ready to happy cry. I ran up the stairs to the landing by the door.
“Robby! I’m in the basement!” I screamed. My throat hurt so bad from all the screaming I’d been doing over the last 2 days.
“Bart?” he said on the other side of the door. He was right there.

“Bart, back away from the door,” a voice said. It had to be Tobi’s. I went to the bottom of the steps and stared up, waiting. But God bless my dumb, forgetful kidnapper. Robin turned the door handle and it swung open just as Tobi was about to charge. I felt kind of shy in only my briefs in front of the two of them. My body looked horrible. My stomach was bruised from being kicked and my back was all red again because he’d whipped me earlier that morning. But all Robin did was walk down the stairs and kiss me. No sensation had ever been so welcome. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed my soft, perfect little Robby. His mouth was so little and hot. His tongue slipped over mine and I held him for as long as I could. Suddenly our lips broke.

“He hurt you,” he whispered forlornly as he touched my bruises. I shook my heads unable to speak because of the fear of crying and kissed him again. He tasted delicious. I clung to his hoodie and held him close. I’d never felt so much at once.
“We need to go. I can’t stand you being here any longer,” he said taking my hand in his and walking me upstairs.

“What about my car and my stuff?” I choked out. Tobi tousled my hair.
“I’ll drive my car home. Robin, just drive Bart’s car to your apartment. I’ll find your stuff, I know you guys wanna to get home,” Tobi said grinning. We nodded in unison. We drive home in silence. We held hands and the radio played “the X” as we went home. I’d put the clothes on from the back of the car and my life was so perfect.
“Do you wanna go to the hospital?” he asked.

“No. I just wanna get home,” I said. So we drove straight home and contacted the police. The next week was long and painful. I had to go to court and of course Tyler went to jail. After a week of me and Robin being back together, we hadn’t had sex. It was Friday night and we were lying in bed together.
“I love you so much, Robert,” I sighed. He smiled in his perfect way and kissed me.

“I love you, too, Bartholomew,” he responded. It was one of those magnificent moments that you wished that you could keep the feelings from forever. He and slipped my T-shirt off. My body was healing little by little and I didn’t feel as sore. He began kissing down my body, starting with my neck. His lips felt so soft and gentle against my bruised skin as he kissed my chest and my abs and by my bellybutton.

As he began to pull my gym shorts off, I grabbed his wrists and flipped him so that he was under me. Since he was already shirtless, I worked his sweatpants off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his juicy 7 inches was semi-hard and looked so thick and delicious. Immediately I noticed the shock on his face as he realized what I was going to do. I put his legs onto my shoulders and began to stroke it. His face filled with a nervous, pleasure filled expression. Finally I put my lips onto the head and licked off the clear sticky liquid that he was already leaking. It had been awhile and I was just as excited as he was. I put more of it into my mouth and sucked. I hadn’t done it in such a long time.

“B-Bart, you don’t need to,” he whimpered. I worked more of it down my throat and was rewarded well. His cock was leaking profusely now. His small hand grabbed a bit of my hair. Finally I summoned the courage to do it. I shoved it all down my throat and didn’t choke. I rode it with my mouth and his legs began to shake a little bit.

“God, Bart!” he moaned. His grip on my short hair tightened. His warm cock felt so perfect in my mouth. He was so warm. Then he groaned and I felt his cum fill my mouth. His eyes were shut tight and his body shook copiously. I licked all of the cum from his body and slid out from between his legs to next to him on the bed.

“Was that okay?” I asked as I hugged him. He nodded and nuzzled his nose into my neck. I kissed his neck and his shoulder and he stopped me.
“I really need a rough fucking, Bartholomew,” he growled into my ear. I frowned. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but I was afraid to say anything.
“What’s wrong?” he asked making circles on my stomach with his fingers.
“I-I want you inside of me,” I said. He cocked his head to the side and gave me a quizzical gaze. Suddenly he got what I meant.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, stunned. I nodded and looked away. It felt strange to want him like that. I felt kind of embarrassed that I wasn’t the same dominant guy he’d known before. He kissed my cheek and reached for the drawer of the end table. He extracted a tube of lubricant. My excitement was impossible to hide. I pulled my gym shorts off with my undies. I bent over on the bed and he poured the lube onto his cock which was already very hard again.
“I’ve never done this to a guy before,” he said.
“Are you nervous?”

“Well, a little. I just- did Tyler do this to you?” he asked. I nodded and turned to sit and look at him. He looked kind of angry. “So why do you want me to do it?”
“B-because,” I began. I wasn’t sure. I guess because I loved Robin I thought that it would feel good and that he wouldn’t hurt me when he did it. I shrugged my shoulders and looked away. He wiped his hand, which was covered in lube, on a t shirt hanging from the bedpost. He sat on my lap and kissed me.
“I’m not Tyler. I’m your baby,” he whispered.

“I know. I just- you w-won’t hurt me,” I groaned, choking on my words. He kissed my lips hard and lovingly.

“Damn straight,” he said taking my mouth into his again. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he stopped me as he climbed from my lap. “Lean back.”

I did as I was told and he spread my legs to expose my asshole. My cock was rock-hard. He moved his head down and licked at my hole. His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin and I whimpered. It darted in and out a few times and he stopped. Now that my asshole was fully lubed he guided the head of his cock near it and pressed in. I squirmed a little bit, shocked at how it hurt even though I’d been with Tyler. He kissed my cheek and went deeper inside of me looking into my eyes the entire time. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held my hand and squeezed. Finally, his cock was as deep as it could go and he began to pull back out. He pushed in with surprising force. I never imagined that Robin could give me the rush of being his, of being dominated and conquered.

“Is this okay?” he asked in my ear. I nodded. He began to thrust in and out quicker and harder. They weren’t spiteful thrusts; they had a comfortable fervor and eagerness added to make me feel loved. Each plunge inside of me made my cock twitch and spasm. His dazzling green eyes stayed locked with mine as his hand began to jerk my cock skillfully. I moaned through deep jagged breaths as my dick sprayed onto my abs. He continued his deep loving thrusts. He whimpered quietly as my body filled with his hot seed.

He pulled out and his cum seeped from me as our lips met again in a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth with great force and together ours danced in the perfect comfort of once again being with one another. He slid down so his head was at my waist and gently lapped up my cum. He saved a generous amount in his mouth and we kissed again swapping a mix of our spit and my cum between us. We laid back and pulled the comforter from the end of the bed to cover us. He snuggled into my chest and teased my nipples. I was positive he still wanted fucked but he’d already cum twice and wasn’t sure that I could.

As though he knew exactly what was on my mind, which he never fails to do, he climbed under the covers and out of sight to work on getting me hard. He took my soft cock into his hand and stroked it. He licked up and down the sides of my shaft and I whimpered quietly.
“You get stiff so quickly Tholly-bear,” Robin laughed. It was so nice to hear him say that name to me again. I was already getting kind of hard. He planted kisses all over my cock and took my balls into his mouth. I squirmed vigorously and he took them out and combed from beneath the covers. He looked at me hard as though he was waiting for something.

“What?” I said.
“You know what I want so let’s not play around Bartholomew. Be my man and dominate!” he growled. Before I even knew what I was doing I had the covers thrown to the end of our bed and Robin laid out in front of me.

Chapter 20

I was leaned back with my legs spread apart and feeling incredibly ready to take him. I couldn’t believe he’d had me fuck him but I had to admit, it did give me a thrill. Without lube (the way I like it) Bart used his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart and shoved his head against my hole. I reached my absolute peak of elation as I felt him fill me. His large dick crammed every space inside and he smiled at my face. My eyes were closed and rolled back into my head and my mouth was open slightly. He slowly began to thrust. In seconds, they deepened and quickened and his rhythm was perfect. He held my legs up and I could feel his arms begin to shake.

He bit his lip and shut his eyes tightly as he let out a perfect groan and his warm sticky liquid filled me. He began to thrust again but I stopped him and he fell on the bed next to me. His uneven breaths fell against my neck as I turned off the lamp on the end table. He covered up and I nestled my face into his neck and sucked off his sweat.

“I love you, Robby,” he said kissing my forehead.
“I love you, too, Bartholomew,” I responded. I fell asleep happy and comfortable filled with his seed, wrapped in his arms, and so madly in love. I’m so lucky to have my lifelong friend as my boyfriend, and I wouldn’t give it up for the world.

Hi. Thank you immensely for reading the series, I’ve really adored all of your comments and I very much ask for feedback on the ending. I cannot express how absolutely grateful I am for all of your support! Love- Grady