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Then As It Was, Then Again It Will Be	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1347 -:- 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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It was Friday night and Penhall was happy to put the working week behind him. It had been a relief to come home and see that Hanson and Booker were still on speaking terms. He did think that they both seemed a little reserved but he put it down to having spent eight hours together in the confines of the apartment. Booker had declined his offer to stay for dinner and secretly, he was glad. For the first time in months, he had a date. Although he had never resented having the responsibility of Tom’s welfare, he did miss his social life. He loved Tom with all his heart but he needed more. When he had broached the subject of his dating, Hanson had been enthusiastic. What Tom had not been so happy about was the idea of Penhall bringing a woman home. Unfortunately, tonight Doug did not have an option. Diana had been living with her parents since losing her job a month ago. In a desperate attempt to keep Tom happy, he had suggested a hotel room for the night. Diana’s affront at being treated like a hooker had Penhall quickly backpedalling. He had firmly stood up to Tom’s protestations and asserted his right as a lessee to have whomever he liked over to stay. Hanson had reluctantly agreed but only if he could stay in his room and not play “third wheel”. Doug had readily agreed; the last thing he wanted was to have Tom sitting in on his date.
When Diana arrived, Tom had already retired for the evening. She and Doug spent several hours drinking wine and talking about their lives before their thoughts turned to sex. Taking Diana’s hand, Doug led her to his bedroom. Both slightly intoxicated, they playfully removed each other’s clothing, giggling loudly as they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. As their arousal escalated, neither one held back. Their lovemaking was intense and passionate, both oblivious to Tom’s listening ears. It was only when a loud crash sounded from Tom’s room that Penhall was brought back to reality. Stopping mid thrust, he turned his head towards the adjoining wall. “What the hell was that?”
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The shrill ring of the phone woke Booker from a deep, dream-filled sleep. His hand thrashed around wildly until it finally connected with the receiver. “Booker,” he muttered sleepily.
“Jesus Booker, thank fuck you’re home, you need to get here now.”
Booker sat up. “Penhall?”
“Yes Penhall! Who the hell do you think it is? Tom’s gone ballistic, I can’t calm him down and I’m worried he’s going to hurt himself!” Doug yelled down the phone, his voice genuinely panicked.
“I’m on my way,” Booker replied before slamming down the phone. Pulling on jeans and a t-shirt, he ran bare-foot from the apartment to his car. With tires squealing, he pulled out from his apartment block and raced down the deserted street. Within fifteen minutes he was screeching to a stop outside Doug and Tom’s apartment. Leaping from the car, he sprinted up the steps and along the hallway and past several neighbors who were standing in their open doorways wondering what the ruckus was. Booker could hear screaming before he even reached the apartment. He only had to knock once before the door was yanked open and Doug’s terrified face greeted him.
“What the hell happened?” Booker asked, his eyes narrowing when he noticed a frightened Diana. “And who is that?”
Penhall pulled Dennis inside and closed the door. A loud crash made them both jump before Doug answered. “She’s my date. I don’t know what the hell happened, one minute I’m having sex and the next…” Doug motioned towards Tom bedroom. “That happened.”
Nodding towards Diana, Booker said, “Take her home, I need to be alone with Tom.”
“Do you think that’s wise?” Doug asked. “I mean, things could turn ugly pretty damn quick.”
Booker walked up to Tom’s bedroom. “I’ll be fine, just give me an hour okay?” He waited until Doug ushered Diana out of the apartment before opening Tom’s door.
The room looked as though a lunatic had ransacked it. The television lay on its side, the screen smashed to pieces. Items of clothing covered the floor and knickknacks lay broken around the room. Tom sat crouched in the corner screaming uncontrollably as he viciously banged his head against the wall, his blood staining the light blue paintwork. In alarm, Dennis ran forward and pulled Tom away. Hanson lashed out viciously, striking Dennis in the face. Without pause, Booker slammed his fist hard against Tom’s jaw. As Tom fell backwards from the force of the blow, Booker saw his opportunity. Lunging forward he straddled Tom’s body, forcing his arms above his head. Hanson struggled frantically to break free, his voice becoming more and more hysterical. “G-get off m-me! G-get off m-me!”
As difficult as it was, Dennis remained strong. “Not until you calm down.”
“Y-you’re h-hurting m-me!” Tom cried, tears streaming down his blood-streaked face.
“Not as much as you’re hurting yourself,” Booker replied, panting from the effort of holding Tom down. Minutes passed before Tom’s resistance began to fade. When he stopped struggling completely, Booker spoke again. “I’m going to let you go but if you try anything I’m going to knock you on your ass so quick you won’t know what’s hit you, okay?”
Tom stared back sullenly, his brown eyes full of hatred. “I f-fucking h-hate you,” he spat as he once again wrestled to get free.
Firming his grasp on Hanson’s wrists, Booker smiled. “No you don’t. Now, are you going to calm down or am I going to have to sit here all night?”
“F-FUCK YOU!” Tom yelled, his voice dripping with venom. “You h-have n-no idea w-what I’ve b-been through!”
Sadness filled Dennis’s eyes. “You’re right Tommy, I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t sympathize. I want to be able to help you, but you’ve got to let me.”
Minutes passed before Tom spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Th-they t-took everyth-thing from m-me.”
Releasing his grip, Booker stood up. He offered his hand to Tom, who allowed Booker to help him to his feet. Keeping hold of his hand, Booker gave his friend’s fingers a gentle squeeze. “What did they take from you Tommy?”
Tom’s face flushed red as he averted his eyes. Booker gently tilted Tom’s chin up so they were once again making eye contact. “Talk to me,” he pleaded. Another long silence stretched out between them. Booker eventually turned away and left the bedroom. He returned with a wet washcloth and gently cleaned up Tom’s bloodied face. Throwing the cloth on the floor, he placed his hands on Tom’s shoulders. “Tell me what happened tonight.”
Tom swallowed deeply before replying. “I c-could hear th-them, D-Doug and his d-date.”
When Tom did not continue, Booker prompted him. “And?”
Tom again averted his eyes. This time Booker did not intervene, instead he waited patiently for Tom to continue.
“Hearing th-them made m-me so f-fucking angry. I t-try so f-fucking hard b-but I j-just c-can’t… I c-can’t… I c-can’t feel anyth-thing!” Tom’s final word was a strangled sob.
Realization dawned on Booker immediately. Tom was impotent. That was why he had become so hysterical when he heard Penhall and his date noisily making love in the room next door; it reminded Tom of everything he was missing. Dennis could not imagine going a year without an orgasm, it was no wonder Hanson was so upset. “Oh geez Tommy,” he whispered, pulling Hanson close. “I’m so fucking sorry. But just because you haven’t been able to… you know… it doesn’t mean it will be like that forever.”
As Tom leaned against his chest, Booker could hear his rapid breathing. Slowly Tom lifted his head and as their eyes met, Dennis could see the desperation. “M-make me f-feel again D-Dennis, p-please!” Tom pleaded, as silent tears streamed down his beautiful face.
Dennis’ voice was shaky. “Tommy, I don’t know if that’s such a good—”
“P-PLEASE!” Tom begged, his anguished face flushed from crying.
Making a snap decision, Booker carefully maneuvered Tom so his back was against the wall. Taking Tom’s face in his hands, Booker smiled lovingly. He started slowly by kissing Tom’s face. Moving upwards, he pressed his mouth to Tom’s closed lids, feeling the long lashes brushing against his lower lip. Tom made a faint sound, half way between a groan and a sigh. It was a sign of encouragement for Booker. He turned Tom’s face gently to one side and nibbled at his ear. Running the tip of his tongue around the ridges, he gently sucked on the earlobe. Pulling away briefly, his hands found the bottom of Tom’s t-shirt and lifting it over his head, he tossed it to the floor. His hands traveled down Tom’s torso, stopping momentarily to gently caress his nipples before continuing their journey. His mouth found Hanson’s and their kiss was deep and passionate, their tongues clashing in urgent need as Dennis’ hands reached their final destination. Gentle fingers stroked at Tom’s cock, patiently bringing it to life. Tom moaned deeply into Booker’s mouth as his arousal intensified. Booker broke away from the kiss, his lips finding Tom’s ear. “Do you want me to make you come, baby?” he murmured seductively, as his tongue once again traced patterns around his ear.
“Y-yes,” Tom breathed, his body trembling in anticipation.
Booker dropped to his knees. Hooking his thumbs into Tom’s waistband, he slowly removed his boxers. Placing his hands on Tom’s narrow hips, his tongue found Hanson’s cock and he slowly licked at the tip of his engorged head, stopping momentarily to kiss the tip. He felt Tom’s body shudder beneath his hands as he licked from root to tip, taking time to swirl his tongue around the weeping head. Sensing that it would not take much to bring him to climax, he briefly raised his eyes to meet Tom’s gaze. Hanson’s eyes were wide, his pupils fully dilated. With a grin, Booker bowed his head and taking Tom’s cock into his mouth, he sucked deeply on the engorged member. With a cry of ecstasy, Tom’s hands grabbed at Booker’s hair, pulling him forward so his cock rammed deep into Booker’s throat. Skillfully preventing the gag reflex, Booker allowed access as Tom’s hips trust back and forth as he violently fucked Booker’s mouth. As his orgasm hit, Tom cried out Dennis’ name, his legs buckling as his hot semen hit the back of Booker’s throat. Dennis swallowed deeply, delighting in tasting Tom’s very essence. He lapped at Tom’s softening cock until he heard a deep sigh of satisfaction. With one final lick, his hands guided Tom’s body down the wall to a sitting position. Leaning in, Booker kissed him tenderly for several minutes before finally pulling away.
“Better?” he asked, as his thumb gently stroked Tom’s smooth cheek.
“Mmm, much better,” Tom replied, his voice tranquil and without a hint of a stutter. “It’s been so long.” Leaning forward, he kissed Booker adoringly.
The sound of the apartment door slamming pulled them apart. “Shit!” Booker swore, standing up quickly. “That’s Penhall.” Reaching down, he offered Tom his hand. When Tom stood up he once again kissed Booker affectionately.
With a quiet laugh, Dennis pulled away and helped Tom over to the bed. “C’mon, get some sleep, I need to talk to Doug.”
“You’ll come back?” Tom asked anxiously.
“Tom, when are you going to get it into your thick head that I’m here to stay, huh?” Booker replied somewhat wearily.
Smiling, Tom pulled up the covers and closing his eyes, he fell into a blissful slumber.
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