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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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The sound of a honking horn outside his bedroom window woke Booker from a light sleep. Glancing at the clock, he let out a heavy sigh. He had spent most of the night staring up at the ceiling whilst Tom snored softly beside him, untouchable, unattainable, so close and yet so far away. It was frustrating but he knew it was not Hanson’s fault. He could remember all too well the confusion he had felt the first time he had acted upon his sexual desires. No matter how right it felt, at the beginning, there was always a nagging internal voice telling you it was wrong, that society said it was wrong. It was only after experiencing the pure joy of being with the one he loved, that he realized that society was the one who was wrong. Gender did not factor into love, it was all about what you felt deep in your heart and as far as he was concerned, those who disagreed could go to hell.
Rolling over, he propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at Tom’s sleeping face. He longed to touch him, to feel his body writhing beneath him as he teased his cock to life but he knew he needed to show restraint. Tom still had that little voice in his head whispering that it was a sin and until it was silenced, he would respect his wishes and take things slow.
After several more minutes of basking in the beauty of Tom’s perfect features, he reached out and gently brushed his tousled hair from his eyes. “Hey Tommy, time to wake up.”
Tom opened his eyes and gazed up at Booker drowsily. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled into the pillow.
Dennis let out a soft laugh. “I’m guessing you’re not a morning person.”
A sleepy grin played over Tom’s lips. “Depends,” he murmured seductively. “How were you planning to wake me up?”
Booker’s heart skipped a beat. Tom had given him a signal, a sign that he wanted contact. His dark eyes softened as he lightly trailed his forefinger over Tom’s lips. “How ‘bout a kiss?”
“Kissing’s good,” Tom replied languidly.
Dennis smiled and leaning forward, he pressed his lips against Tom’s and kissed him tenderly. He moaned in pleasure when Tom’s tongue slipped inside his mouth and entwined with his own. Wrapping his arm around his slender body, he pulled him close as their passion increased. A loud groan escaped his lips when he felt Tom’s erection pressing against him and breaking the kiss, he pulled away. “Tommy,” he warned as his eyes filled with longing and his chest rose and fell rapidly. “I think maybe we should stop.”
Tom bit down on his lower lip. “No,” he murmured as he traced his fingers down Dennis’ smooth chest. “I don’t want to stop. I want this.”
Dennis’ eyes danced with excitement. “Are you sure?” he asked softly. “Because I don’t want to push you—”
Tom gazed up through his long bangs. “You’re not,” he whispered as his fingers continued their lazy exploration of Dennis’ torso. “I want you to touch me.”
“Oh baby,” Dennis groaned and pushing Tom onto his back, he lowered his head and sucked on the taut skin of his throat.
Hanson gasped when light fingers traveled down his body before pausing just below his navel. He held his breath as a skillful hand slipped inside his boxers and released his semi-hard cock. “Yesss,” he moaned and his eyes closed as Dennis’ thumb rubbed over his cockhead. “Oh YESSS!”
Grinning against the long column of Tom’s throat, Booker continued to nip and suck, drawing the blood to the surface as he marked his lover as his own. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured as he lightly played with Tom’s growing erection.
Tom squirmed in pleasure. “Make me come,” he replied and panting in excitement, he thrust his cock into Dennis' hand. “I wanna come.”
Dennis sat up and quickly maneuvered his body so that he was straddling Tom’s thighs. A loud moan escaped his lips at the sight of Tom’s beautiful body lying in supplication, his erect cock weeping from the stimulation. Reaching down, he released his own cock from the confines of his cotton boxers. He heard a sharp intake of breath and his gaze met Tom’s wide-eyed stare. “It’s okay Tommy,” he murmured as he wrapped his fingers around Tom’s shaft. “Just relax and let me do all the work.”
When Dennis began to move his fist up and down his cock, Tom’s hips thrust forward and his hands grasped at the bed sheet beneath him. “Harder,” he moaned. “Oh Dennis… harder!”
Booker increased his pace as the fingers of his left hand fondled his own growing erection. “Do you like that baby?” he teased softly. “Do you wanna come?”
Tom’s eyes fluttered closed. “Yes… God yes.”
Wrapping his fingers around his cock, Booker’s left hand fell into rhythm with his right as he started to masturbate. “Open your eyes,” he commanded quietly, “I want you to look at me.”
Opening his eyes, Tom drew in his breath when he saw Dennis jerking off. “Fuck,” he moaned and unable to pull his eyes away from the erotic sight in front of him, he moaned again. “That’s so hot.”
Booker’s eyes flickered with desire. “Tell me when you’re close,” he murmured. “I want to come with you.”
Tom could feel his climax rising and his body writhed beneath Dennis’ touch. “Faster,” he begged. “I’m close… oh God Dennis I’m close!”
Dennis’ lips parted and his eyes sparkled with excitement. “Come for me baby,” he whispered in a breathless voice. “I wanna hear you scream.”
“I’m close… I’m close… I’m close…” Tom gasped. “Oh God… oh Dennis… Oh FUUUCK!”
Tom ejaculated forcefully, coating Dennis' fingers with his warm fluid. The sight was so stimulating that it pushed Booker over the edge and throwing back his head, he yelled out Tom’s name as his orgasm hit hard and fast. His body trembled with pleasure and raising his head, he gazed down into Tom’s serene face as he gradually slowed his hands. When they were both soft, he collapsed on top of Tom and finding his mouth, he kissed him lovingly. After several minutes, he lifted his head, and stared deep into his brown eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.
Tom bit down on his lower lip and nodded. “Yeah,” he replied quietly. “But I’m sorry I couldn’t… you know… help you with… you know—”
Booker pressed his finger against Tom’s lips. “Shhh,” he murmured softly, "stop talking. We’re taking it slow, remember? I won’t lie to you baby, I want to feel you touching me but only when you’re comfortable. Okay?”
Tom blushed and lowered his gaze. “Okay,” he mumbled and a long silence hung in the air before he spoke again. “Um Dennis, there’s something else. Do you have to call me baby? It’s kind of embarrassing.”
Booker burst out laughing and his eyes twinkled with merriment. “What would you prefer Hanson… darling? Honey? Sweetpea?”
Tom’s blush deepened and his lower lip pushed into a soft pout. “Why do you have to call me any of those names?” he asked moodily. “It’s stupid.”
The amusement immediately died in Dennis’ eyes and he gave Tom a cold stare. “Would you let a woman called you baby?” he asked stiffly.
“That’s different,” Tom mumbled awkwardly. “When a woman calls me baby it doesn’t sound—”
"Gay?“ Booker spat back. “Jesus Christ Hanson, believe it or not, having another guy jerk you off is considered gay so you’d better start getting used to it!”
Pushing Dennis away, Tom pulled up his boxers and scrambled from the bed. “I wasn’t going to say gay,” he replied crossly and grabbing up his clothes, he started to dress. “I was going to say strange, it sounds strange when you call me baby. But hey, if you want to start jumping to conclusions every time I open my mouth then go ahead, I don’t give a damn ‘cause you’re the one who looks like a fuckwit, not me.”
A flush of embarrassment reddened Booker’s cheeks. “Jesus Hanson I'm sorry,” he apologized. “I guess I overreacted.”
“You think?” Tom shot back sarcastically. Picking up his boots, he walked towards the door. “I’ll see you at work.”
“Tommy wait!” Booker called out and clambering from the bed, he hobbled after Tom. But it was too late, the slamming of the front door echoed throughout the apartment and Tom was gone.
**
When Booker arrived at the Chapel an hour later, he immediately spotted Tom’s blue Mustang and he let out a sigh. It seemed every time they started to get close, another argument erupted out of nowhere. It was as though the old antagonisms lay buried just beneath the surface, waiting to explode at the slightest disagreement and he wondered if he and Tom stood any chance of ever being a couple. It was only now that he was starting to realize how similar they were and in some ways, it was like looking in a mirror. Tom was forthright, stubborn and opinionated, all traits that Booker knew he too possessed and he was slowly coming to the realization that if they were to make it work, they both needed to give a little.
Heaving himself out of the car, he leaned heavily on his cane and limped into the stain glassed windowed building. He was tired of being disabled and he longed for the day when he could once again walk unaided. His physiotherapist was pleased with his progress, but he was impatient, he wanted to get back out in the field and do what he did best. Working undercover.
It took him a few minutes to climb the stairs and when he walked into the busy operations room, he immediately saw Tom standing by the coffee maker talking to Penhall. He was surprised to see that he was no longer wearing his sling and he stared down at his cane despondently. But he quickly pushed his self pity aside. He knew he needed to clear the air with Tom and apologize for the misunderstanding. He needed to make things right again because if he did not, he was terrified that their relationship would end before it had even begun.
As he approached, Tom stopped talking and gave him an emotionless greeting. “Booker.”
Dennis’ free hand balled into a tight fist but he managed to keep his voice neutral. “Hanson have you got a minute? I want to talk to you about something.”
Penhall watched the exchange in amusement. It appeared that they had abandoned their truce and both officers were once again embracing their mutual dislike for each other. He studied Booker’s face and tried to see if there was any sign that he still fancied Tom but his expression was impossible to read. With a sigh, he stepped forward and laid a hand on both men’s shoulders. “You’d better sort out your differences fellas, ‘cause otherwise, Fuller’s going to send one of you packing.”
Tom put down his coffee cup and gave Dennis an irritated look. “Fine,” he huffed. “One minute.”
Dennis turned away and headed towards the locker room. Once inside, he did a cursory check to make sure it was empty and when Tom arrived, he grabbed his arm and pulled him to one side. “I’m sorry,” he muttered in a low voice, "you were right. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”
“No you shouldn’t have,” Tom replied sulkily but when he saw Booker’s sad expression, he felt his anger wash away. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have taken it so personally.”
A slow grin played over Booker’s lips and stepping forward, he placed his hand on Tom’s hip. “Am I forgiven?”
Hanson tilted his head on one side and gave Booker a cheeky look. “I dunno,” he murmured. “How are you going to make it up to me?”
Booker groaned and dropping his cane, he maneuvered Tom so that his back pressed against a metal locker. “Dinner?” he crooned softly, pushing his body against Tom’s as his lips brushed against his soft pout. “Then back to my place for—”
“Hanson, are you in here?”
At the sound of Doug’s voice, Booker quickly stepped backwards, his face flushing with embarrassment. When Penhall rounded the corner, he stared at the two flustered men. Noticing the cane on the floor, he bent forward and picking it up, he handed it to Dennis before turning his attention to Tom. “Geez Hanson, I know you and Booker aren’t getting along but knocking a man’s cane out of his hand is hitting below the belt, don’t you think?”
Tom’s face flamed red and he rubbed his fingers furiously over his top lip. “I-I…” he stammered.
“He didn’t,” Booker retorted quickly. “I dropped it.”
Doug narrowed his eyes and stared at both men in turn. “Then he should have… picked it… up,” he replied slowly.
Dennis stepped forward. “He was just about to but—”
“There’s something weird going on between you two,” Doug interrupted. “But I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
“It’s nothing,” Tom replied quickly. “We’re just trying to find a way to get along, that’s all.”
Not convinced by Tom’s answer, Penhall continued to stare at them for a few moments longer before finally accepting the explanation. “Fuller wants to see you both in his office.”
“What about?” Booker asked worriedly.
A small smile curved Doug’s lips. “Do I look like your secretary Booker?”
Dennis scowled and leaning heavily on his cane, he hobbled towards the door. As Tom started to follow him, Doug grabbed hold of his arm. “Are you sure everything’s okay with you and Booker? ‘Cause you know Fuller will transfer one of you if there’s any hint of a problem.”
“I’m sure,” Tom replied, but even to his own ears, the lie did not sound convincing.
**
When Tom walked into Fuller’s office, he found Dennis already seated. “What’s up Coach?”
Captain Adam Fuller stood up and walking across the room, he stopped opposite the two young officers and resting his backside on the edge of his desk, he folded his arms across his chest. “Robbie Watkins has been arrested,” he informed them quietly.
Tom cast a quick glance at Dennis’ stony expression before returning his gaze to his superior officer. “What’s the charge?” he asked in a strained voice.
“Attempted murder,” Fuller replied. “But his parents have got some high priced lawyer so it’s doubtful the charge will stick.”
Hanson thought back to what he knew about Robbie Watkins. “How can they afford it? I didn’t think his family had money.”
“They don’t,” Fuller replied tersely, "but they’re connected.”
“Great,” Tom sighed sarcastically. “So now we’re caught up in a gang related court case.”
Fuller turned his attention towards Dennis, who was unusually quiet. “Anything you’d like to say Booker?”
“When can I get back out in the field?”
Adam let out a sigh. “You can’t, not until the court case is over. It’s too dangerous now that we know Watkins is affiliated with a gang. You’ll both remain on desk duty until—”
“No!”
A deep frown creased Fuller’s brow. “Are you disobeying my order Booker?”
Hanson’s eyes darted nervously from Booker, to his captain and back to Booker. “I don’t think he was disobeying you Coach,” he interceded quickly. “I think he was just—”
Booker shot Tom an irritated look. “I don’t need you sticking up for me Hanson. I can fight my own battles.”
Fuller’s scowl deepened. “You’d better tread carefully Booker, you’re already skating on thin ice.”
Dennis grabbed hold of his cane and hauled himself out of the chair. “Yeah? Well maybe you should go ahead and transfer me out of here ‘cause I’m sick of this bullshit!”
“Dennis…” Tom started as Booker walked from the room.
Fuller held up his hand. “Let him go. The news about Watkins has rattled him, he just needs time to calm down.”
However, Tom was not convinced that Dennis just needed time to digest the news. Booker was unpredictable and he had no idea what the hotheaded officer would do next
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