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What Is and What Should Never Be	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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By the time the two boys had entered their room, Tom’s face was deathly pale and he was sweating profusely from pain and fatigue. Booker guided him to the bed and gently tried to help him to sit down. Tom refused, shaking his head back and forth, as he gasped for breath, “No… I need… I need to take a shower.”
Dennis understood Tom’s desire to get clean but he did not think he looked up to the task. “Maybe later,” he suggested kindly, “You really look like you need to sit down.”
Exhausted tears sprang into Tom’s eyes. “I need to get clean,” he whispered, as he began to sway on his feet. “I need…”
Tom’s knees buckled and Booker barely managed to catch his friend before he passed out. Dragging Tom to the bed, Dennis was able to lay Tom down just as the teen’s fluttered open.
“Sorry,” Tom murmured as he struggled to sit up.
Booker smiled and sitting down on the bed he laid a hand on Tom’s leg. “I really think the shower can wait.”
With a look of determination, Tom struggled to his feet. “It can’t wait,” he answered quietly, “But maybe you could… you know… help me?”
Dennis’ eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure?” he asked carefully, “I mean, wouldn't you rather put it off for a while and—“
“I’ve had men’s hands all over my body Booker,” Tom snapped irritably. “What difference does one more make? And it’s what you want isn’t it? It’s what you’ve wanted since you first laid eyes on me.”
Tom’s words penetrated Dennis’ heart like a spear. Standing up, he slowly backed away as vomit rose in his throat at the horror of Tom’s statement. “Is that how you see me?” he whispered in disbelief before his voice became hysterical, “You think I’m helping you so I can take advantage of you? My friends left today and I didn’t go with them because I wanted to make sure you were all right! FUCK YOU! You FUCKING asshole!”
Closing his eyes, Tom steadied himself against the wall as Booker raged his anger against him. He did not know why he had said that to Dennis. He just felt so fucked up and lashing out at Booker seemed the easiest way at not having to deal with all that was going on in his mind. His confusion at the arousal he now felt when strangers laid their hands on his body was confronting. Part of him wanted Booker to touch him so he could see what happened and part of him wanted to piss Booker off so badly that he would up and leave and never come back. He was convinced that the kindness the sixteen-year-old runaway had shown him was ill deserved. He was trash and now that he actually liked being touched up and fucked by men, he was perverted trash.
Suddenly aware that Booker had stopped yelling, Tom opened his eyes. Seeing Dennis’ wounded expression tore at Tom’s heart. All the pain and humiliation of the last few days welled up inside him and he burst into tears. Throwing an arm over his face he attempted to push past Booker but the teen’s strong arms enveloped him into a comforting hug. As he sobbed uncontrollably into Dennis’ chest he spluttered, “There’s so-so-something wr-wrong with m-me!”
Guiding Tom over to the bed, Booker sat down and pulled the sobbing boy down next to him. “What’s wrong with you Tommy?” he asked as he gently disengaged Tom from his hold.
Wiping at his tears Tom desperately searched Dennis’ face, his eyes seeking out his friend’s in an attempt to make him understand. As Booker shook his head in confusion, Tom answered in a whisper, his voice full of turmoil, “I came. When Robbie Werner fucked me I came!”
Dennis stared back at Tom in amazement and a slight smile twitched at his lips. Reaching out to cup Tom’s face in his hand, he managed to contain his amusement as he replied, “So? That just means he did it right. He hit your pleasure spot Tommy, that’s all. And he wasn’t raping you, you agreed to have sex with him remember? There’s a big difference. And you’re fifteen. Most stimulation is gonna bring on a reaction, it’s all about hormones and stuff.”
Tom’s eyes widened at Booker’s explanation. “Really?” he muttered, “So I’m not a pervert?”
At Tom’s question, Dennis could no longer hold back his mirth. Laughing aloud, he pulled Tom into a hug. “Of course you’re not a pervert! But if you are, I’m one too ‘cause there are times when I enjoy it, you know, when it feels good or when it’s with someone I care about.”
Staring at Booker, Tom noticed his friend’s face beginning to flush. “You do it ‘cause you want to?” Tom asked in bewilderment. “Who do you do it with?”
Rubbing his hand over his face, Booker sighed loudly in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. “I dunno, I like going with Reliable Robbie, he sure gets the job done and you know… when I first met Harry we… for comfort you know? But it didn’t last long.”
“Oh,” Tom replied as a small smile spread across his face. “When I first met you I thought you and Judy were together, I never would have guessed...” A frown quickly replaced his smile as he remembered what Dennis had said earlier. “You said Judy and the others left. Where did they go?”
Dennis stood up and began to throw his clean laundry back into his shopping bag. “I dunno,” he replied despondently, “Back east somewhere. It'll be safer for Dave and Erin.”
“Was it ‘cause of me?” Tom asked sadly. “Did I make them leave?”
Dennis stopped what he was doing and sat back down next to Tom. “Of course not Tommy. They left ‘cause it was the best thing to do.”
“Oh,” Tom replied, his tone subdued. Staring at Booker, he noticed for the first time the blackened eye and red marks around his friend’s neck. “Who hurt you?” he asked quietly.
Rubbing at his neck self consciously, Dennis averted his eyes. “It’s nothing, a guy just got a little carried away.”
Tom nodded, unsure of how to respond. Instead of speaking, he stood up and slowly began to undress.
This time Booker did not attempt to stop him. His eyes traveled down Tom’s battered body as he stood in front of him wearing only his boxers. “Are you in pain?” he asked quietly, as his hand reached out and gently touched the bandaged wound on his friend’s stomach.
Tom shook his head but his face belied him. “I’m fine, I just need a shower and some rest.”
Dropping his hand, Booker nodded. “Okay, but leave the bathroom door open.”
Giving a small smile of reassurance, Tom slowly walked into the en suite. When Dennis heard the water running, he lay down on the bed and listened closely for any small sound that might indicate that Tom was in trouble. But half an hour later, Tom emerged smelling of hotel soap, a towel wrapped around his narrow waist and his damp hair ruffled from a finger comb. Booker watched from his vantage point on the bed as Tom rummaged through his bag and pulled out another pair of boxers. As he dropped his towel and pulled them on, Dennis tried desperately to keep his feelings under control. The last thing Tommy needed was for him to show how aroused he felt when he saw him naked. Turning around, Tom walked over to the bed and pulling back the covers, he climbed in and closed his eyes.
Booker quietly undressed down to his boxers. Lying down on the bed, he remained above the covers watching Tom sleep, his eyes transfixed on the beautiful face that in slumber, finally looked peaceful.
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Awakening to a darkened room, Tom groaned in pain. He had left the hospital so abruptly he did not have any pain medication. Moaning quietly, he rolled over in an effort to find a comfortable position. Two brown eyes shone out of the darkness, illuminated by the moonlight that glimmered through a chink in the ill-fitting curtains.
“Are you okay Tommy?” Booker whispered, his voice weary from lack of sleep.
Tom nodded but realizing that Dennis probably could not see him, he answered, “I’m just a bit uncomfortable, I’ll be okay.”
Booker leaned over and switched on the bedside lamp. As the soft glow lightened the room, Dennis could see Tom’s face etched in pain. Rolling out of bed, he pulled on his jeans and headed for the door. “I’ll see if Morty’s got any paracetamol, it might help a little.”
Lying in bed waiting for Booker to return, Tom thought about Doug. He wondered if his brother was finding it rough in juvenile detention. He was well aware that his brother was capable of taking care of himself but there was always a chance that someone bigger and tougher would take a dislike to you and make your life hell. Hearing the bedroom door open, Tom quickly wiped away the tears that once again slid down his cheeks. Dennis went into the bathroom and poured some water into a glass. Returning, he sat on the bed and popped two tablets out of their seals.
“Here,” he said, handing the pills and the glass to Tom. “It’s not much but it should take the edge off.”
Tom struggled to a sitting position and placing the tablets on his tongue, he swallowed them down with a drink of water. “Thanks,” he muttered before putting the glass on the bedside table and lying back down. Booker returned to the other side of the bed and taking off his jeans, he once again lay on top of the covers. Tom turned towards him, moaning slightly at the effort. “Why don’t you get under the covers?” he asked quietly, “Aren’t you cold?”
Booker did not reply straight away, but when he did, his voice was sad. “I thought maybe you’d think… I dunno, maybe you’d think I was gonna try something with you.”
“Oh,” Tom answered, as he realized how his earlier words had affected Dennis. Reaching out, he touched Booker’s arm. “I didn’t mean what I said. I know you wouldn’t do anything unless I was okay with it.”
Dennis almost blurted out, “Are you okay with it?” but he bit his tongue just in time. Climbing under the covers, he gazed at his friend’s pale face, as he gently brushed the hair back from Tom’s eyes. When he did not pull away, Dennis slowly continued to stroke Tom’s hair. Sighing deeply, Tom’s blackened eyelids fluttered as he allowed himself to be comforted.
“Mmm,” Tom murmured sleepily, “Doug used to stroke my hair when I was little and Dad had—“
“Hush,” Booker commanded soothingly, as his fingers lightly played with Tom’s hair, “No more talking, it’s time to sleep.”
Tom’s eyelids grew heavier. Moving slowly across the bed, he could feel Dennis’ body heat against him. Relaxing against the warmth, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
To be continued...
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