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Sitting in Booker’s car, Tom chewed at his thumbnail as he stared distractedly at the spot under the oak tree where only months before, he had lain bleeding from a gunshot wound. He could still feel the terror of that day, the all-consuming fear he had felt at not knowing whether his partner lay dead and whether or not the crazed gunman would come back and finish him off too. As he recounted the horror, he knew Booker was right; Robbie Watkins did not deserve to go free. He may have had a difficult upbringing but that did not give him an excuse to pull out a gun and attempt to murder two people in cold blood. When Dennis had laid out his plan in a rush of almost maniacal excitement, it had worried Tom that he seemed hell bent on carrying it out with or without him. It was true what Booker had said, he was a stickler for the rules and the thought of disobeying their commanding officer unnerved him. But the thought of his lover going it alone terrified him more and that was when he made his decision.
Tearing his eyes away from the untidy expanse of lawn, he let out a resigned sigh. “Fuller’s gonna kill us.”
A slow smile spread over Booker’s face. “So is that a yes?”
Tom’s thumb found its way back into his mouth and he began to chew furiously at the nail’s jagged edges. “I guess,” he mumbled. “But if we do this, we do it in our own time. I don’t want to piss off Fuller more than we have to.”
Booker playfully ruffled Tom’s hair. “You’re such a good boy Tommy,” he teased in a singsong voice. “I bet you were an angelic little choir boy in church.”
A deep scowl furrowed Tom’s brow and he angrily swatted Dennis’ hand away. “Fuck off!” he barked. He did not want reminding of his strict religious upbringing, especially now. Leviticus 18:22 suddenly emerged from the recesses of his mind and the words sent a shiver down his spine, thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination. His cheeks burned with shame and he quickly ducked his head. What he was doing was an abomination and he was heading straight to hell.
Realizing that he had somehow hit a raw nerve, Booker leaned forward and kissed Tom tenderly on the lips. “Hey, I’m sorry,” he murmured softly. “I was only joking.”
Seconds passed before Tom lifted his head and gave his lover a half smile. “No, I overreacted. It’s just… I was brought up believing that homosexuality is a sin and I guess I don’t need to be reminded of those days.”
Dennis’ dark eyes widened in surprise. “You really were a choir boy? Shit, I was only messing about, I didn’t really think that…” A broad grin split his mouth and his eyes twinkled with mischief. “God, I bet you were sooo cute.”
This time Tom took the teasing in good humor. Pressing his lips against Dennis’, he kissed him tenderly. “You have no idea,” he murmured against his lover’s mouth.
A loud groan escaped Booker’s lips and his tongue desperately sought out Tom’s as his hand traveled down his lithe body. His fingers sought out the growing mound in Hanson’s denims and he gently squeezed the hardness, eliciting a soft moan from his lover. Breaking the kiss, he gazed deep into Tom’s eyes. “Let’s start the investigating tomorrow,” he suggested quietly. “How ‘bout we go back to your place and get naked.”
Tom’s eyes flashed with desire and he nodded his assent. Buckling their seat belts, they drove the short distance to Hanson’s apartment. Riding the elevator up to the fourth floor, they could barely keep their hands off each other and Tom knew that their relationship had shifted into a higher gear. However, he was not afraid, despite the setback of having Leviticus 18:22 echoing in his mind; he was ready to prove to Booker that he was committed.
Fumbling the key in the lock, he finally opened the door of his apartment and pulled Dennis inside. Slamming the door closed, he pushed Booker against the hard wood and pressed his body against him as their mouths clashed together. Their fervor quickly escalated and before he could think too much about what he was doing, he reached down and stroked his fingers over the bulge in Dennis’ jeans.
Excited by the unexpected advances, Booker maneuvered Tom’s body backwards. “Bedroom,” he moaned against his lover’s mouth. “Now.”
They barely broke their kiss as they stumbled blindly into the bedroom. Both men kicked off their boots before collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Clumsy fingers fumbled with buttons and zippers until finally, they lay naked together on the crumpled sheets. Not wanting the moment to end too soon, Booker purposely slowed their kiss before breaking apart and shifting his gaze to Tom’s blazing eyes. “Touch me,” he whispered.
Tom bit down on his lower lip and his hand hesitated for a moment before he reached down and touched Dennis’ erect cock. Booker closed his eyes and falling back against the pillow, he let out a soft moan. “Oh baby,” he groaned in pleasure. “Again. Touch me again.”
Nervous but at the same time excited at the thought of finally feeling Booker writhing beneath his touch, Tom lightly ran his index finger up and down the underside of his cock. Dennis’ eyes remained closed but his body squirmed in delight. Growing bolder, Tom’s thumb explored the engorged cockhead and he coated his fingers in the precum that leaked from the tip before wrapping them around Dennis’ erect shaft and moving his hand slowly up and down.
Dennis’ let out a soft cry and his hips lifted off the mattress. “Harder,” he moaned. “Oh baby, harder!”
Encouraged by Dennis’ obvious pleasure, Tom increased his pace, while his eyes remained fixed on his lover’s enraptured expression. His own cock swelled at the feel of Booker’s hard shaft moving through his hand but he ignored the urge to touch himself, instead he concentrated on giving the best handjob he knew how. Licking his lips, he moved closer and murmured in Booker’s ear, “Open your eyes.”
Booker’s eyes fluttered open and his dilated pupils shone excitedly as his body continued to squirm.
“Do you want to come?” Tom asked softly.
“Yesss!” Dennis hissed and he thrust his cock forcibly into Tom’s fist. “Oh God Tommy… faster… faster… FASTER!”
Tom’s hand worked furiously over Booker’s cock and he knew it would not take long for him to reach his climax. Looking down to see his lover’s body writhing beneath him caused a feeling of pure love to erupt from his heart and leaning forward, he pressed his mouth against Booker’s ear. “I love you,” he whispered.
Booker’s hips shot upwards and his orgasm exploded forcefully from within. “TOMMY!” he yelled and his body continued to shudder from his release. Collapsing back against the mattress, he pulled Tom against him and wrapping his arms tightly around his slim body, he kissed him fervently and their hearts beat as one as their chests heaved in unison. When he felt a hardness pressing against his side, he pulled away and gazed down at his lover. “I love you too baby,” he murmured. When Tom’s face flushed red, he grinned mischievously and his eyes flickered with desire. “Now it’s your turn.”
Moving down the bed, he straddled Tom’s thighs and gazed down at him lovingly. The sight of a large erect cock, waiting to be touched made him moan and he longed to take it in his mouth and taste the juices that were already leaking from the tip. Dark brown eyes, hooded by heavy lids stared up at him trustingly and he felt a shiver of delight run down his spine. “Ready?” he asked softly.
A slight nod of Tom’s head indicated that he was. Booker dropped to one hand and ducking his head, he gently held the base of Tom’s cock and pressed his lips against the engorged head. Tom let out a soft cry and his hips lifted off the bed. Booker licked his lips in readiness and taking a deep breath, he swallowed Tom whole.
Frantic fingers ripped at his hair as the tip of Tom’s cock slammed against the back of his throat. “DENNIS!” Tom yelled and losing all control, he started to fuck his lover’s willing mouth. Booker relaxed his throat and allowed him full access. After several minutes, he started to hum, knowing that the exquisite feeling of the gentle vibration would push him towards release.
“OH FUCK!” Tom screamed and his thrusting became more frantic. “Oh Dennis… oh Dennis… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh... DENNIS!”
Warm semen shot down the back of Booker’s throat and he moaned in pleasure at the now familiar taste. He continued to lap and suck at the softening cock as Tom’s body trembled beneath him. Several minutes passed before he felt gentle hands guiding his head forward and soft lips pressed against his own and kissed him adoringly. “Happy?” he murmured against Tom’s full pout.
“Hell yeah,” Tom sighed contentedly as his fingers gently pulled at the messy strands of Booker’s hair. “I think that nagging voice of doubt has finally left the building.”
Dennis propped himself up on one elbow and his eyebrows knitted together as he scrutinized his lover’s face. “And the plan? You’re still happy to go ahead with that?”
Tom’s hand stilled and he began to chew on his lower lip. “Do you really think we can convince the witnesses to testify?” he asked quietly. “Because in all honesty, I think Watkins’ family has already bought their silence.”
Booker rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “There has to be someone out there that has a conscience.”
Mirroring Booker’s position, Tom furrowed his brow in concentration. He thought back to their time at Franklin High and the students they had met. Without having access to police reports, he had no idea what students had been in the parking lot that fateful day and it would be a long and arduous task tracking down each and every one of them and asking what they saw. He could hear Booker’s soft breathing next to him and his eyes grew heavy as a post orgasmic calmness enveloped his body. But just as the tendrils of sleep pulled him towards unconsciousness, a distant memory floated into his mind and he bolted upright. He knew exactly who to target first and he was certain that they would cooperate.
Reaching out, he gently shook Booker’s shoulder. “Hey Dennis, wake up!”
Dennis’ eyes fluttered open and pulling Tom down onto the mattress, he snuggled against his warm body. “You want to go again Hanson?” he murmured against Tom’s neck.
Hanson struggled free from Booker’s hold and sat back up. “Is that all you think about?” he admonished in a teasing voice.
Roving his eyes over Tom’s naked body, Booker grinned impishly. “I can’t help it,” he laughed softly. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
His words had the desired effect and Tom’s face flushed a deep shade of red. Sitting up, he smirked in delight. “Jesus Hanson, it’s so easy to embarrass you. I think the choir boy label really suits you.”
Tom’s lower lip pushed into an annoyed pout. “I told you not to talk about that.”
Not wanting to spoil what had been an unforgettable afternoon, Booker pulled Tom into is arms. “Sorry,” he murmured against his hair. “Sometimes I forget to think before I speak.”
“Only sometimes?” Tom replied but his voice was tinged with humor and Dennis did not take offense.
“So, what’s so important that you had to wake me up?” Dennis asked.
Tom quickly gathered his thoughts before answering. “Remember that kid that Watkins beat up because he was the unfortunate one to tell him that we were going to take over his drug trade?”
Dennis scratched lazily at his head. “Yeah, Jarrod something. What about—”
“That’s right!” Tom exclaimed excitedly. “Jarrod Pilkington! He’s the one we should talk to because he’s got more of a grievance against Watkins than anyone.”
A slow smile spread over Booker’s face. “You know Hanson, I think I was wrong when I told you that I was the brains of the operation and you were just a pretty face.”
Tom picked up his pillow and swatted Booker across the head. Falling back against the mattress, they wrestled playfully before collapsing with laughter against the pillows. Grinning at Booker, Tom struggled to catch his breath. “Is it a plan?”
Dennis grinned back. “It’s a plan.
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