Simple and Ice Cold Need Chapters: 18 to 20 - Alternate Ending

Chapter 18

Bart slept quietly beside me. His smooth tan body shuddered with every breath he took. I laid beside him and ran my fingers long the bruising side. I heard him breath and his sound shook. His body quivered.
“Bartholomew? Are you awake?” I asked.
“Y-yes, Tyler,” he heaved. I pressed my front against his back and kissed his neck with my arms wrapped around him.
“Are you tired?” I asked him. He was getting bold.

“Yes. What’dya think after what you just did?” he growled. The sudden audacity was cute and I didn’t punish him for cuteness. I kissed his earlobe.
“Do you feel sick? You look pale, Tholly,” I whispered, noticing his light complexion. Something about my saying it woke him up inside.
“Don’t call me Tholly!!” he barked angrily. I was taken aback, slightly, by the outburst. I didn’t care for the bold. He glared at me. His perfect blue eyes were icy and cold.
“I’ll call you whatever the hell I want to, bitch,” I snapped back. The coldness faded and was overwhelmed by a fear.

“I don’t want you to call me that,” he whimpered facing away again.
“Fine. I won’t,” I responded, giving in to the sweetness of his tiny voice. He flipped and buried his face into my chest.
“Thank you, Tyler,” he groaned. I kissed him on the top of the head and he sighed. I ran my fingertips over his little body and he squirmed.
“What?” I asked.

“I’m ticklish,” he mumbled. I proceeded to tickle him. Something about this gave me a strange delight, like calling him a bitch or hitting him. I put my knees on either side of him and kept away excessive squirming.

Not to mention how pleasant it was to see his gorgeous little smile.
“Stop it! Please!” he pleaded in between fits of laughter. I stopped and kissed him. When I pulled away he was still smiling.
“You liked that?” I giggled. He nodded shyly. I kneeled straight again. I traced his jaw line with my hand, caressing his sharp face. His precise features were stunning. He had a definite jaw and soft sexy lips that were very boyish despite being full.
“You’re so gorgeous, Bartholomew,” I whispered flatteringly. The corners of his mouth turned up again almost smiling.

“Thanks.”
“How about I leave you to sleep?” I suggested, admiring his drained face and drowsy behavior. He nodded and I got off of him carefully. I went to the window and drew the curtains. As I approached the door I looked back at Bart. He looked mesmerized by me. If he didn’t love me, then he was an incredible actor.

Chapter 19

I laid quietly staring at the ceiling in his bedroom. I was dizzy and tired. Everything on my body ached but with that kind of convincing performance he would learn to trust me and I would get free. I nodded off and it was about 10 at night when I woke. I was shocked I’d only slept for a few hours. I had slept on my back and woke up in the same position. As I turned over I saw Tyler gazing at me.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hey,” I answered back in my raspy morning voice.
“I assume you slept well?” he asked. I nodded, still a little out of it. I wasn’t lying. Despite the lack of sleep I felt energized. He smiled. “Good. C’mon, we’re gonna go downstairs and try something new.”

I cringed at the pain of not knowing what that meant. I forced myself from the bed and stood. He too stood and our lips met.
“God, I don’t know if I can wait that long,” he grumbled. He pushed me back onto the bed and removed my clothes easily. I lay naked and helpless on the bed as he carefully readjusted my legs so that my ankles were on his shoulders. He simply dropped his shorts with his underwear and exposed a large hard cock. He always seemed to be horny. He ran his hand over my thigh and squeezed me. Then his hand slid across my body to my bottom. He gave me a squeeze. I felt like meat.

I kind of liked it.

He used that hand to spread my ass cheeks apart and the other to guide his large veiny cock into me. It always seemed to hurt whenever he first entered, even though I’d done it with him, what? 3 or 4 times? So the initial entering hurt, probably because the head of his dick was so wide, but it slid in painlessly afterwards. He gently began to pull out once he’d gone as far as he could and he slammed back in. He was sexy when he was fucking. His eyes closed and his head lolled back. His grip on my legs tightened and he groaned quietly.

Was I even acting anymore?

I wanted to look at him the whole time. But the pleasure overwhelmed me and I bucked back. It was so deep. His hand found my cock and began slowly pleasing it. Our moans combined and I bit my lip to quiet myself. He went faster and got rougher. Pain and pleasure of the highest quality shot through my body and made my back arch. Each thrust was deep and hit my pleasure spot. The fact that I lasted the next nine minutes was incredible. I felt my cock tighten and spazz. He slowed his movements and carefully squeezed it out of my body. My abs were puddles with jizz but he continued his rampage. He was out to please himself. I wanted him to feel amazing. The look on his beautiful face fulfilled my want. His mouth was slightly open and his brow heightened as he filled my ass and coated my insides.
He pulled out slowly and cleaned my bottom and his cock with a hand towel from the bathroom.

I was still oozing cum as he pushed me to the middle of the bed and climbed beside me. His lips were soft and warm as they brushed my sweaty temple. He kissed down the side of my face to my neck. There he nuzzled me gently. He brushed my hair back and it stayed. I was sweating like crazy. He moved down and licked up and down my dick. He lapped the cum from my abs with a joyous expression on his face.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered as he crawled directly beside me. I smiled weakly at him as he had once again succeeded at draining my energy. We laid there for a few minutes and I panted as I drifted to sleep again.

“I thought you said that you slept well?” he chuckled. I opened my eyes and Tyler stood beside the bed naked. His cock looked so perfect. He was semi-hard again and it hung down beautifully. He offered me a bottle of water and I readily took it. I was so thirsty. He climbed onto the bed beside me, tilting back his head and gulping from his own bottle. He capped it and set it on the end table then laid beside me again to look at me. I drank and put the lid on it, holding it in between my knees like Robby used to do.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For what?” he asked, shocked.
“For the water, for the hospitality, for telling me I was perfect,” I explained, sitting up to be eye-level to him. He kissed my lips and kept his face near mine.
“I would do all those things and more any day. If only you liked me better,” he whispered. The lie bubbled up in my throat and I choked on it when I realized that it wasn’t a lie.
“I do like you, Tyler,” I sighed.

“Really? But before you hated me,” he whispered skeptically. I smiled.
“I needed to warm up to you. I like you now. I like the way you make me feel when you fuck me, I like the way you cater to me and make me feel special,” I justified. His face remained placid. I was sure he didn’t believe me but he kissed me on the lips hard and put his arm behind my and across my shoulders.
“What about your boyfriend?” he asked.

Robin. It hadn’t occurred to me since I’d first woken up that Robin may still be doting on me. Or that I still loved him. I’d never felt that kind of indifference. I choicelessly adored Tyler; he was older and sexier, along with being completely focused on me and loving me. I deeply loved Robin and I’d said to him a million times before that it was “more than anything else in the world”; his body was smooth and tiny and his waist was practically made for my hand. Not to mention that he’d put up with my abuse for years and been my best friend for as long as I could remember.

In my head I made pros and cons after simply telling Tyler, “What about him?”
I laid beside Tyler facing away and trying to get to sleep. How could I make a pros and cons list on the two men in my life? The decision was obvious, right?
Tyler was the scum of the earth. He was evil and abusive and cruel. And the worst thing was the reminder.
He was so much like me.
I loved it.

Chapter 20

I paced in the kitchen. It was the morning and I figured that they should call. Weren’t they going to look into Tyler’s involvement? Bart was missing and I seemed to be the only one who even cared.
“Robin, what are you doing up this early? It’s only five-thirty!” Tobi asked sitting at the island and looking at me quizzically.
“I think I want to go home,” I said.
“No, you don’t. The police have this number. If they check this guy’s house and call, you won’t know,” he contradicted. I whimpered. I think that was when I first realized that Tobi was completely, utterly plotting against me.

Or maybe I just had cabin fever or something.

Tobi grabbed my forearm and spun me to face him. His fingers seemed to dig into my flesh. He looked deep into my eyes and squinted darkly. I thought for a split second that he would let me go, that it was all in my head, that I was going crazy like people do when meth is withdrawn from their lives because I didn’t have Bart anymore. I was suffering from Bart withdrawal.
“Robert, Bart went back to him by choice,” Tobi growled. He pulled me so that I was near him. I didn’t want it. I squirmed. He gripped my hair. “C’mon.”

He dragged me out of the kitchen as I tried to get free and run.
“Where are you taking me?” I screamed. He hit me. With something. I woke up in darkness, afraid and alone. I imagined if it was the way that Bart felt when was taken. If he was taken. I thought about Bart slowly kissing Tyler, loving and gently like he used to do to me.
And then I thought of nothing but Tobi, as his lips met mine.

A few hours later, Tobi came downstairs again to his small basement.

“Bart’s over at Tyler’s house. I told you he was there by choice,” Tobi scoffed. I sunk against the wall. I hadn’t really thought for myself in awhile. It could be fun. I stood up and ascended the stairs. When I told Tobi I was leaving he smiled.
“I know,” he said with a nod. I walked into town, which was a short, chilly walk. I caught a taxi and went to the apartment building and went upstairs to do things. I cleaned everything up and tidied things. I didn’t really want to leave. But I was going to go to my dad’s house. I wanted to stay there and miss Bart and be pissed that I wasn’t his boyfriend. That he’d told the police he was there by choice. I glared at the apartment’s phone and went to it. I dialed Bart’s phone number and Tyler picked up.

“Is Bart there?” I asked.
“No. He left about an hour ago. I don’t know where he went but he took everything of his except for this.”
“Why’d he leave?” I asked, shocked.
“Because he says he doesn’t need me in his life,” he answered sadly.
“You let him leave?” I inquired, surprised that Bart had left with that reason.
“Yeah. I was tired of him playing with my head anyway.”
“Yeah. He does that, doesn’t he?” I agreed.
“Yeh. Are you his boyfriend?” he asked?
“I was,” I said.

My “guardian” Conner knocked on my bedroom door and grinned. I’d been moping around his old house for 2 weeks. He’d been calm about me being gay, but that was all I told him. I didn’t tell him about Bart or Tyler or Tobi. I just asked if I could stay in my old bedroom.
“What’dya want, Conner?” I asked, looking up from the magazine I was reading. I was clean and comfortable. I was wearing clothes from when I was teenager that I still fit because I hadn’t really grown. My jeans were torn and had bleach spots all over them. I was wearing an

Abercrombie tee and my hair had gotten cut a little shorter. I looked good, especially for me.
“There’s someone outside for you,” he answered. He disappeared from the doorway and I got up with a million names speeding through my mind. I half-expected to see Tobi. I approached the door timidly and opened it.

Bart leaned up against a column on the porch. His tan skin shimmered. His blonde hair was illuminated by the bright sun that seemed to beam right behind him. He was incredibly tall. He looked so wonderful!

“Hey, Robby,” he said shamefully.
“Hey,” I answered wondering out and closing the door behind me. I stood my ground despite how excited I was to see him. We were about two feet away from each other.
“I had to track you down,” he whispered. His eyes looked so soft and blue.
“Bart, you went to his house. You left me. I thought you were missing,” I stated resisting his charm. He looked away from my eyes.
“I know. I’m so sorry. I love you, Robin. I love you more than anything else in the world,” he whispered as he brought his body close to mine.
“I’ve been free for a week. Free from the stress of you,” I countered.
“I know. I’ll be less stressful, I promise. I won’t ever hurt you again. Please Robby, I love you so much,” he pleaded, holding back tears. He was so afraid of my rejection. It was so sincere.
“You haven’t kept a promise to me in years,” I insisted.

“I can keep this promise, I promise!” he begged. I looked up from the worn graying boards on the floor of the porch and my eyes lined up with his.
“What if you can’t?” I asked.

“I can. There’s no what if, Robert. Please,” he promised again. His eyes gazed into mine deeply. I licked my lips. He took a deep breath. His breath smelled minty and surprisingly sweet. I cocked my head to the side a little as I examined him head to toe. His eyes were hopeful and pleading. His lips were curved just right and looked slightly pinker than usual. His hair was so messy and I got a whiff of sweetness as a chilly wind blew.
“It’s cold. You should probably come inside,” I whispered. He followed me in and the screen door slammed behind us. I closed the wooden door and once again stood face to face with him.
“I do love you, Bartholomew. I won’t deny you that. But my trust for you has worn down to nothing and I really don’t see any point in you being here. You’re bad for me,” I admitted. He looked down, exasperated and finally nodded. Then he got to his knees in front of me and clasped his hands. He whimpered like a puppy and I couldn’t but smile.

Okay. The end once and for all. I hope everyone enjoyed the series. I might do something else sometime. The stress of people reading and wanting me to continue it was scary and encouraging though. Obviously I’m really big on dramatic speeches (My original last few chapters comment and then the much, much longer comment being a stellar example) but I’ll spare you.

As I mentioned, I’m working on a vampire thing- going to shorten the title- and I’m doing a sequel to Dylan’s first but I doubt either will be completed.