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On the Wings of Maybe	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1468 -:- 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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The artificial heat pumping into the operations room through the building’s vents overpowered Tom as soon as he walked out of Fuller’s office and he unzipped his jacket. Glancing around the bustling workplace, he quickly surmised that Booker must have left and he decided to ignore his captain and go after him, in the vain hope that he could calm him down. Although he understood his partner’s frustration, he knew it was no good arguing the point with their superior. They were desk bound for as long as it took the judicial system to bring the case to court and like it or not, they had to accept it. However, he also knew that convincing Booker of that fact would not be easy. The young cop often balked at authority and was inclined to take matters into his own hands.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Doug striding towards him like a man on a mission and he sighed in annoyance. All he wanted was to leave as quickly as possible and catch up with Booker so that they could talk but he knew avoiding Penhall would be impossible. Beads of sweat pricked at his armpits and shrugging out of his jacket, he threw it onto a chair and turned to greet his best friend. “What?” he grunted rudely.
Doug stopped and a scowl marred his normally cheerful features. “Fuck Hanson, what’s your problem?”
Closing his eyes for a moment, Tom attempted to calm himself. “Sorry,” he sighed, “I’m just feeling—”
However, Doug’s attention was momentarily distracted. “Whoa! That’s some hickey! Who were you with last night?”
Caught off guard, Tom’s hand immediately flew to his neck and a soft blush heated his face. “W-What? N-Nobody,” he stammered.
Penhall’s mouth split into a wide grin. “Don’t play coy with me Hanson,” he chuckled. “Someone’s been sucking on your neck, so spill, was it a one night stand or are you seeing someone new?”
Tom’s blush deepened to a dark crimson. “It’s no one,” he muttered awkwardly and grabbing his jacket, he pulled it on and yanked up the zipper, effectively covering the love bite.
Tilting his head on one side, Doug studied Tom’s face with interest. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks,” he stated quietly. “Has it got something to do with Booker?”
“W-What do you mean?” Tom spluttered and his eyes darted nervously around the room looking for a means of escape.
Doug’s eyebrows suddenly rose in shocked disbelief and grabbing Hanson by the arm, he pulled him into a corner. “Oh my God,” he gasped, "he didn’t hit on you did he?”
Panic gripped at Tom’s heart and his eyes bulged. “W-Wha—”
“The love bite!” Penhall hissed and raising his finger, he poked Tom in the neck for effect. “Did you get it so he’d leave you alone?”
“N-NO!” Tom exclaimed and the tightness in his chest increased at the thought of just how close Doug was to the truth. Realizing that he needed to diffuse the situation before Penhall could interrogate him further, he decided to take on an offensive strategy rather than a defensive one. “Jesus Christ Penhall, there’s no conspiracy. I met a girl at a bar, she came back to my place and we fucked. I didn’t know I had to inform you of every one of my sexual encounters!”
The room suddenly went silent and it was only then that Tom realized he had been yelling and that everyone had heard his exasperated exclamation. He could feel dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him and once again, his face burned red. “What the hell are you all looking at?” he snarled and pushing past a startled Penhall, he stormed down the stairs.
Walking outside, a light breeze cooled his flaming face. Looking left to right, he finally spotted Booker lurking in the shadows of the narrow alleyway across the street, smoking a cigarette. The frantic manner in which he sucked in a lungful of nicotine before quickly exhaling the used smoke indicated that he was not in a good mood and Tom approached warily. He could feel Dennis’ eyes boring into him as he crossed the road and when he stopped in front of him, he gave a hesitant smile. “You ran out of there pretty quick for a man on a cane.”
The lame joke did not help to lighten Dennis’ mood. “Is that funny to you?” he snapped and before Tom could apologize, he threw his cane angrily to the ground. “I fucking hate this! I’m not a fucking cripple! I’m a cop and a fucking good one! How dare he stop me from doing my job!”
Taken aback by the ferocity of Booker’s words, Tom stood staring at him open mouthed for several seconds before stepping forward and placing a hand on his arm. “That’s not why we’re on desk duty Dennis, it’s because of the court case. Robbie Watkins’ family has affiliations with a gang and they know who we are. It’s safer for everyone if we keep a low profile until—”
“BULLSHIT!” Booker yelled angrily and spittle flew from his lips at the forcefulness of the expletive. “BULL… FUCKING… SHIT! He’s putting us out to pasture!”
The idiom conjured up an image of two cows grazing and Tom's mouth twitched into a grin. Annoyed by Hanson’s lack of seriousness, Booker’s scowl deepened and tossing his cigarette onto the pavement, he angrily ground it out with the toe of his boot. “What’s so fucking funny?”
Tom’s grin widened and a twinkling of cheekiness shone in his eyes. “Moo.”
For a fraction of a second, Booker’s eyes darkened before a small smile played over his lips. “Idiot,” he muttered.
Stepping forward Tom placed his hands on Dennis’ hips and brushed his lips against the protruding flesh of his pout. “But a lovable idiot, right?” he murmured.
Booker let out a soft moan and pushing Tom’s back against the cold brick of the adjacent building, he kissed him passionately. Hanson immediately responded and grasping hold of Booker’s backside, he pulled him close. Breaking the kiss, Dennis dropped his head and sucked at the taut flesh between Tom’s neck and shoulder. “Jesus,” he groaned as he rubbed his hardening cock against Tom’s growing bulge. “You make me so fucking horny.”
The thrill of making out somewhere so public, where any moment one of their colleagues might find them in a compromising position excited Tom and his hands squeezed Booker’s butt cheeks. “Touch me,” he whispered.
Lifting his head, Booker’s fevered gaze penetrated Tom’s liquid brown eyes. “I could,” he murmured seductively. “Or… I could suck you?”
The thought of Booker’s full pout wrapped around his cock sent a shiver of delight down Tom’s spine and his legs started to tremble. His body tingled with excitement but he also felt a tremor of fear. If he said yes, they would take their relationship to a more intimate level and he was not sure if he was ready for that step. But as his erection strained against the confines of his jeans, he longed to gain his release and eventually, his cock ruled his head and gazing into Booker’s expectant eyes, he whispered his answer in an unsteady voice. “Suck me.”
A glint of excitement flashed in Dennis’ dark eyes and biting down on his lower lip, his fingers nimbly popped the button of Tom’s denims. He heard a sharp intake of breath as he carefully pulled down the zipper and leaning forward, he nuzzled against Tom’s ear. “I’m gonna make you scream.”
Tom’s pupils dilated with arousal and his breathing became labored. “Do it,” he moaned.
Booker dropped to his knees. Lowering Tom’s jeans, he could feel his legs trembling and bending forward, he lightly mouthed over the large bulge pressing against the soft material of his boxers. Hanson’s hips immediately bucked forward and his fingers entwined in Booker’s hair. Smiling against the hard mound, Dennis’ fingers slipped inside the elastic waistband and he slowly pulled down Tom’s boxers, revealing his burgeoning erection.
Raising his eyes, he gazed up at Tom and licked his lips. “Ready?”
Tom’s wide-eyed stare penetrated his soul and when he received a nod of affirmation, his heart fluttered. He was so in love with the man standing in front of him that at times, he found it difficult to breathe. Never before had he felt such a longing, such a craving to touch and taste another human being. He wanted to spend hours exploring every inch of Tom’s body and when he was finished, he wanted to start over again. The yearning he felt was almost a compulsion, a need that he had to fulfill to feel complete. It was as if he had been cast under a spell; he was entranced and he never wanted it to end.
A cool breeze blew down the alleyway and discarded food wrappers fluttered across the pavement. But Booker was oblivious to the decay and detritus of their surroundings and gently taking hold of the base of Tom’s cock, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the tip.
A strangled cry echoed in the narrow lane and long fingers tangled in his hair. Flicking out his tongue, he swirled it around the hard coronal ridge before pressing his lips against the weeping slit and sucking deeply. He moaned in pleasure at the taste of Tom’s juices and parting his lips, he took him into his mouth.
Tom’s hips thrust forward and another soft cry resonated around the deserted alley. Frantic fingers pulled at his hair but he ignored the pain as he ran his mouth along the erect shaft. When Tom thrust deep inside him, he opened up his throat and let him take control.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck,” Tom groaned as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of Booker’s willing mouth. Never before could he remember a blowjob so good, a partner so willing and just when he thought it could not get any better, Booker began to hum.
“JEEEZ-UUUSSS!” he screamed and losing any inhibitions he had left, he frantically thrust his hips back and forth. “Dennis! Dennis! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Booker could feel Tom trying to pull away but he held onto his hips to prevent him from moving. Moments later, a loud yell cut through the air and warm salty fluid shot down the back of his throat, signaling Tom’s release. He was so aroused by the intensity of Tom’s orgasm that when he fumbled inside his jeans and touched his cock, he immediately climaxed. As gentle fingers played with his hair, he lapped and sucked at Tom’s softening cock, reveling in the uniqueness of his taste. Minutes passed before he slowly got to his feet and a hot mouth immediately found his and kissed him deeply.
When they eventually pulled apart, he brushed Tom’s sweaty hair from his eyes and smiled. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked mischievously.
A pink hue tinged Tom’s cheeks. “I tried to warn you,” he murmured, "but you didn’t stop.”
Brushing his lips against Tom’s, Booker chuckled. “Unlike most women, I like giving head and the best part is the tasting.”
Tom’s blush deepened and he rubbed a nervous hand over his mouth. “Really?” he mumbled against his fingers.
Booker pulled Tom’s hand away and kissed him tenderly. “Really,” he affirmed softly. “You’ve got a lot to learn Tommy and I can’t wait to teach you.”
A shiver of anticipation ran down Tom’s spine and a shy smile played over his lips. “I look forward to it.”
Dennis chuckled again and stepping back, he gazed down at the wet patch on the front of his denims. “That hasn't happened to me since I was fourteen,” he muttered. “Jesus Hanson, I don’t know what it is about you, but just looking at you turns me on.”
Zipping up his jeans, Tom grinned. “It’s a curse, but hey someone’s got to bear it.”
Booker laughed out loud and pulled him into a hug. Tom felt an overwhelming sense of emotion and wrapping his arms around the dark haired officer’s waist, he squeezed him tight.
When they finally broke apart, Tom bent down to pick up the discarded cane but a firm hand pulled him back. “Leave it,” Booker murmured. “I don’t want to use it anymore.”
Tom opened his mouth to speak but he immediately closed it when he saw the determined look on his friend’s face. They exited the alleyway together and walked slowly across the road in silence, stopping beside Booker’s car. “I’m going home to change,” Dennis stated in a quiet voice. “Cover for me?”
“Sure,” Tom replied quietly but as he watched Dennis drive away, he could not help but feel that the elation of their encounter was now somehow shrouded in sadness
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