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Sitting at his desk, Tom gazed across the bustling operations room at Booker’s bowed head. Even from across the other side of the room, he could tell his lover was struggling with an inner turmoil that was eating him up inside. His last case had ended in tragedy; a teenage girl was dead from an accidental overdose and two teenage boys were now in custody, charged with negligent homicide. Even though Booker had not been directly involved in the young woman’s death, Tom knew his lover well enough to know he had taken the guilt onboard and was feeling responsible. It was one of the things he loved most about him and he felt fortunate to be one of the few people Dennis exposed his true emotions to, because to the outside world, his lover often came across as uncaring and arrogant. But he knew all too well that just beneath the dark haired officer’s prickly exterior lay a compassionate, humble man who cared deeply for those he trusted enough to open his heart to. However, Tom himself had been guilty of initially judging a book by its cover and it had taken many months of working together before he had managed to scratch the outer surface of Booker’s defense shield and see him for who he really was. It had been then that he had realized he was slowly falling in love with the man so many of his colleagues disliked, and not long after, they had begun their clandestine affair. Their relationship was still new and exciting and he often found himself caught in the wonderment of Booker’s profile, his lover’s Adonis good looks leaving him breathless and wanting. Never before had he found himself so beguiled by another human being and he shivered with anticipation whenever they spent time together. It was an intense, hot, passionate yearning that lit a fire deep within both their souls that was only sated once they lay in a tangle of limbs, their naked, sweaty flesh tingling from the exhilaration of their lovemaking. They were, in the words of Aristotle, a single soul inhabiting two bodies and it was exhilarating and perfect in every sense except for one teensy problem… the “L” word and Booker’s refusal to use it.
At first, it had not bothered Tom when he told Dennis he loved him and all he received in reply was a Commitment-Phobe’s typically evasive response of me too, or ditto. But as their relationship progressed, it had become a sore point and he not so subtly tried to push Dennis into telling him he loved him. However, his lover apparently remained blissfully oblivious to his efforts and continued to reply with veiled responses. It was the only aspect of their relationship that Tom was unhappy about, but despite his best efforts, there was really very little he could do about it. He could not forcefully extract the words I love you from Booker’s mouth, so until his lover was ready to show his commitment, he had two choices; he could wait patiently or walk away… and walking away was not an option because his love now ran too deep. Dennis was his everything and all he could do was hope that one day, his lover would feel the same all-consuming love.
As though suddenly aware that he was being watched, Booker lifted his head and when he caught Tom staring at him, he mustered up all his inner strength and returned a watery smile. Not fooled by the half-assed attempt at stoicism, Tom rose from his desk and gave a furtive nod towards the locker room, before striding across the floor and disappearing from view. Dennis remained seated for another minute and once he was certain no one was paying him any attention, he followed Tom’s directive and sauntering in typical Booker style, with swaying hips and a cocky attitude that he put on for show, he walked into the locker room.
Immediately, two protective arms curled around his waist the owner’s long fingers slipping through his belt loops, pulling him in close. Warm breath tickled the nape of his neck, raising the fine hairs and sending a pleasant thrill down his spine. “You look sad,” Tom whispered in a husky voice, his lips brushing against the exposed flesh above the soft material of Booker’s t-shirt. “What can I do to make it better?”
Disengaging Tom’s fingers, Booker turned around and locking his gaze with the soft brown eyes staring serenely at him, he gave a cheerless smile. “I don’t think you can, Tommy, not this time.”
A soft pout formed on Hanson’s bowed lips, the petulant expression giving him the appearance of someone much younger than his twenty-three years. “No fair, you haven’t even let me try yet.”
The sight of Tom’s full, enticing lips pushed into a sulky pout and his dark, soulful eyes staring dolefully back at him, brought something close to a smile to Booker’s lips and reaching out, he ran his fingers through his lover’s unruly hair. “What did you have in mind?” he asked patiently. “Because, to be honest, all I want to do is go to sleep and forget this case ever happened.”
Tom’s broody expression vanished and was instantly replaced with an over exuberance of child-like passion. “I know just the thing… a camping trip!”
Expecting his revelation to rock Booker’s world and take away all the unhappiness of the past few hours, he was bitterly disappointed when his lover stared back at him with a blank expression before muttering, “Camping?”
Somewhat surprised that Dennis did not understand the therapeutic properties a few nights outdoors could have on a person’s soul, Tom grinned back. “Yeah, you know, going somewhere secluded, sleeping outdoors, cooking over an open fire, gazing up at the stars—”
“Gazing up at the stars?” Booker chuckled with a teasing twitch of his lips. “Are you shitting me? Since when did you become a sentimental fool?”
Tom’s expression immediately soured and his eyes clouded over with pain. “My dad took me camping every year for my birthday,” he revealed quietly, “he’s the one who taught me all about the constellations. You might think it’s stupid and sentimental, but I—”
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” Booker apologized in a rush of words and placing his hands on Tom’s hips, he leaned forward and brushed his lips over his lover’s dejected pout. “I didn’t mean to laugh at you. A camping trip sounds like just what I need. I could do with a night away from all the bullshit.”
“Really?” Tom asked, his eyes narrowing skeptically as he searched Dennis’ face. “Because if you don’t want to go, just tell me.”
A slow, tender smile spread over Booker’s face, softening his features and brightening his eyes. “I want to go,” he murmured and sliding his hands around Tom’s body, he playfully squeezed his butt cheeks. “I’m starting to think sex under the stars is a brilliant idea.”
“Is that all you think about?” Tom replied, his dark eyes flickering with arousal as he teasingly rubbed his body against Booker’s muscular frame.
An excited moan exhaled from between Booker’s lips and lowering his head, he nuzzled against the exposed skin of Tom’s neck, nipping and sucking affectionately at the smooth flesh. “It is when I’m with you,” he groaned and pulling his lover closer, he ground his hardening cock against him.
The feel of Dennis’ erection pressing against him caused a soft, teasing laugh to explode from between Tom’s lips. “Mmm, someone’s getting horny,” he admonished softly.
Booker’s roving mouth hungrily devoured the taught flesh of Tom’s throat. “If you don’t stop me, Officer Hanson, someone might catch us and that would be bad.”
Tom’s body stiffened and disengaging himself from Booker’s hold, he studied his lover’s face. “Would it really matter?” he asked quietly, unable to keep the hurt out of his voice.
Realizing his mistake, Dennis rubbed a nervous hand over the back of his neck. “We talked about this,” he muttered awkwardly, “and we both agreed it would be better to keep it under wraps, at least for a while.”
A deep sadness flashed in Tom’s brown eyes and taking a step backwards, his gaze remained fixed on Booker’s face. “Actually, you decided it would be a good idea, I just went along with it. I don’t see what the big deal is, I mean we love each other, right?”
Booker’s dark eyes softened. “Of course we do,” he murmured. “It’s just—”
“Then why don’t you say it?” Tom asked moodily, his pout returning.
Cupping Tom’s face in his hand, Dennis trailed the pad of his thumb affectionately over the protruding flesh of his lover’s lip. “What do you mean? I say it all the time.”
“No you don’t,” Tom muttered moodily. “I tell you I love you and you say me too. It’s not the same as actually saying the word, it’s like you’re just trying to please me without having to commit.”
“Tom…” Booker sighed, but the rest of his words remained unspoken as the echo of someone whistling a jaunty tune reached his ears, and as the sound became progressively louder, he turned expectantly towards the door.
Moments later, Penhall sauntered in, his pleasant features relaxed into a cheerful smile. “Hey, fellas, what’s up?” he greeted genially.
It was on the tip of Booker’s tongue to say, I am, and a cheeky smile played over his lips, but when he saw Tom’s horrified look, he caught himself just in time. “Nothing,” he replied instead, “we were just talking.”
Penhall’s gaze flitted anxiously between Booker and Tom, and his relaxed expression immediately became tense. “Jesus, are you two fighting again?”
Once again, Tom glanced furtively at Booker, silently begging him not to inflame the situation by trying to be funny. But this time, his lover appeared to be oblivious to his desperate gaze and smiling sweetly, Dennis cocked his head on one side and gave Doug a mischievous look. “Actually, I was just sucking on the sweet spot of Hanson’s neck. It really turns him on and I was hoping it would lead to some hot, passionate sex right here in the locker room,” he replied with a straight face.
It took a moment for the words to register in Penhall’s brain, but when they did, his eyes grew wide with shock. However, as the ridiculousness of the statement slowly dawned on him, his face relaxed and glancing over at Tom, he waited for his friend to explode with anger. But although Tom’s expression showed signs of strain, he was surprised when the young officer remained silent. Confused by the lack of reaction, he turned his attention back to Booker and narrowing his eyes, he slowly shook his head from side to side. “You’re really weird,” he finally declared and glancing back at Tom, he raised a questioning eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” Tom replied stiffly, “Booker’s just being an ass.”
Dennis opened his mouth to retort, but he quickly closed it again when he saw Tom was not joking around. His comments had obviously struck a raw nerve and his lover was not taking his attempt at humor in the good-natured way he had intended. Shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans, he glanced apologetically at Tom. “Sorry, I was just foolin’ around. It was a stupid thing to say.”
Once again, Doug’s eyes darted back and forth between Tom and Dennis. He could sense that something strange was going on between the two men, but he could not quite put his finger on it. However, as Tom had assured him everything was okay, he decided not to interfere and shrugging his shoulders, he turned away. “Whatever you say,” he muttered and he exited the room, leaving the two men alone.
Booker turned to Tom with a smile, but he was surprised when his lover rounded on him, his beautiful face twisted in fury. “Why do you always do that?” the younger man hissed angrily, his tone dripping with rancor. “You refuse to come out about our relationship, but you’re happy to make a joke about it just to get a reaction for your own amusement. Oh, and in case you haven’t figured it out, it really… pisses… me… OFF!”
In an attempt to lighten the mood, Booker grasped hold of Tom’s hand and smiling his winning smile, he squeezed his lover’s fingers. “Aw, c’mon, Tommy, I was just messin’ with Penhall’s mind. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Pulling away, Tom glared at Booker, his eyes full of resentment. “That’s the problem,” he snapped crossly, “you never take anything seriously, not even this so called relationship we’re in. If you really loved me, you should at least be able to say it,” and spinning on his heel, he strode angrily out the door.
Booker stood in the middle of the room, staring silently at Tom’s retreating back. He had no idea how a sneaky grope in the locker room with promises of camping trips and sex under the stars had turned into a full-blown argument. But he knew his lover well enough not to go after him and plead for forgiveness. Tom needed time to cool off and once he had, everything would return to normal.
It always did.
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