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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
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The emotional and physical effort of speaking about the rape had taken its toll on Tom and he had taken himself to bed. Doug had arrived home to find Booker sitting with his head in his hands, a cold cup of coffee sitting forgotten on the table next to him.
Doug cleared his throat to announce his presence and Booker looked up, a startled expression on his face. He relaxed when he saw who it was. “Hey Doug,” he said wearily. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
Pulling up a chair, Penhall sat down opposite Booker. “By the look on your face I’m guessing you and Tom had the talk.”
“Yeah,” Dennis sighed. “I’m wishing now that I’d never asked. I can’t get the imagery out of my head.”
Getting up and going into the kitchen, Doug grabbed two beers from the fridge and sitting back down he handed one to Dennis. “Yeah, it’s brutal. I understand if you want to protect Tom’s privacy but anything new that he’s remembered may help with the investigation.”
“What investigation?” Booker replied tiredly. “Damn it Doug, it’s been twelve months and there’s not one single lead. These bastards are never going to be brought to justice but Tom ends up with a life sentence. It’s not fucking fair!”
“No, it’s not fair,” Penhall answered sadly. “But now that Tom’s opened up maybe it will give us something new.”
Calming himself down, Dennis knew that Doug was right. He had asked Tom if he could share their conversation with Doug and Tom had readily agreed as long as he did not have to be the one to talk about it again. Now that he had spoken honestly about the rape, he had told Booker that he did not want to keep going over what had happened. He wanted to bury the details once again deep into the recesses of his mind. To have them at the forefront was just too painful. He felt ready to start the healing process, especially now that he had Booker by his side. Twelve months of his life had been cruelly taken from him and he explained how he now wanted to start living again. He longed to feel like Tom Hanson rather than only ever being defined as a victim of rape. Once that happened, he told Dennis, he knew his healing journey would be at an end.
As Booker explained all of this to him, Penhall’s heart swelled with pride. He had always known that Tom had the strength to survive all that had happened to him; it had just taken longer than anyone had expected. He supposed that Booker’s influence over the last few days had played a big part in Tom’s decision to face up to his demons and for that he was grateful. Now that Hanson was beginning to move forward, Penhall hoped that it would not take too long for the old happy Tom to re-emerge. Having seen his friend so miserable for so long had taken a toll on Doug and he longed for some peace in Hanson’s life.
Grabbing a pen, paper and a couple of beers from the kitchen, Doug sat back down and after handing Booker his drink, he poised his pen. “Okay, let’s go,” he said quietly.
Booker spoke slowly and concisely, pausing on occasion to remember Tom’s exact words before again continuing. Tom had left the bar approximately forty minutes after Booker. As he walked through the parking lot, two men had jumped from a white van and one of them had hit him over the head. Dazed, Tom had been unable to put up much resistance as he was dragged into the back of the van and restrained. They had driven a short distance before the driver pulled over and climbed into the back to join his friends. With his hands tied behind his back, Tom had struggled to break free but one of his attackers set upon him with a tire iron, beating him savagely around the head and shoulders until he passed out. He did not know how long he had been out but when he came to, he was already naked. “Hello sleeping beauty,” one of the men had said as he pulled Tom’s tethered arms up so viciously he had dislocated Tom’s shoulder. “Now that you’re awake, the fun begins… faggot.” He had been lifted up and his body had been thrown over what Tom thought was a wooden crate. He had felt a man behind him and had desperately tried to move away but the two other men had held him down from either side, one of them again yanking up his arms to prevent him from struggling.
Dennis stopped speaking for a moment as he took a long swig of his beer before continuing by saying that Tom had not described the rape in detail. He had confirmed that all three men had taken a turn to violate him, each one more brutal than the last. It had been during the final rape that the carving of the word WHORE into his back had occurred. When the rapes were over, the beatings had resumed, except this time he had been hit all over his body until he fell unconscious from the pain and injury. He had no recollection of how long he had been in the van or when he was dumped at the park. He did remember that two of the men were American and he thought the driver could be Hispanic. He claimed to have no memory of their faces although he did know that they had all been clean-shaven.
Penhall put down his pen and paper. “It’s not much but there are details that we didn’t have before, the van color and the possibility that one of the men is Hispanic.”
Booker stood up, his look despondent. “Who are we kidding Doug, the case is a year old, none of this is going to make a difference.”
Ever the optimist, Doug replied. “We don’t know that Booker.”
“Yeah well, I’m not getting my hopes up and neither should Tom,” Booker responded somewhat wearily. “Look, I need to get out for a while, this is doing my head in and I need to go home and get some clothes…” Looking down at his feet, a small smile passed over his lips. “…and shoes. If Tom wakes up, tell him I’ll be back around eight.”
Doug stood up and reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet. Unzipping the back compartment, he pulled out a spare key and handed it to Booker. “Here, you might as well be able to come and go as you please.”
Genuinely touched by the gesture, Dennis smiled. “Thanks Doug,” he said sincerely and turning away, he exited the apartment.
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Having packed boxers, t-shirts, jeans and socks into a rucksack along with various toiletry items, Dennis pulled on socks and boots and left his home. He threw his bag into the passenger seat of his car and locked the door. He headed on foot to the bustling esplanade overlooking the sea front. He walked for over two hours, the feel of the cool breeze on his face helping to clear his mind of the haunting images of Tom’s rape. He longed to take Tom into his arms and eradicate forever the violence of his assault by showing him how sensual and thrilling having a male as a lover could be. But he was determined to let Tom set the pace in their relationship, as pushing him too hard at this point could prove disastrous.
Walking back to his car, Dennis checked his watch. It was a little after eight so he quickened his pace. Hopping into his car he drove to Doug and Tom’s in record time, all the while aware that he was breaking the speed limit. Pulling up outside, he snatched up his bag and ran up the stairs and into the building. Arriving at their door he was about to knock when he remembered the key he had been given. Pulling it out of his wallet, he unlocked the door and entered his second home.
Doug and Tom sat on the couch in the living room watching television. A pizza box sat between them and another was on the coffee table. It was the first time Dennis had seen Tom out of his usual chair. His legs were curled beneath him and he lay propped against a pillow. Booker thought he looked tired; the dark smudges under his eyes seemed more prominent than usual.
Doug stood up and moved to Hanson’s usual chair, leaving the couch for Tom and Dennis. He motioned towards the pizza. “Grab a slice, it’s just arrived.”
Booker sat next to Tom and took a piece of pizza from the box sitting between them. Tom’s eyes remained glued to the television and sensing the tension, Doug stood up and grabbing several slices of pizza he said, “I think I’ll watch TV in my room. See you tomorrow.”
When Booker heard Doug’s bedroom door close he turned to face Hanson. “Is everything okay Tommy?” he asked, reaching out to brush Tom’s hair from his eyes.
Tom pulled away, his voice irritable. “C-can’t you k-keep your hands off m-me for f-five minutes?”
Hurt, Booker snatched his hand back and laid it in his lap. “Sorry,” he muttered apologetically. His appetite gone, he threw the slice of pizza back into the box.
Hanson’s expression softened. “No, I’m s-sorry.”
“Do you want me to go?” Booker asked, not wanting to but willing to do anything to appease Hanson.
“No,” Tom replied softly. Dropping the pizza box to the floor he moved along the couch and picking up Booker’s arm, he draped it across his shoulders and leaned into Dennis’ chest, his legs curled beneath him. Dennis’ fingers tilted up Tom’s chin and he kissed him lightly.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Booker asked lovingly.
Tom’s dark eyes clouded over. “I c-can’t get the m-memories out of m-my head.”
Booker felt a pang of guilt. It was because of him that Tom had relived the horror of his attack. He should have left it alone instead of picking at the healing scab and making it bleed.
As he struggled to find the right words of comfort, Tom’s quiet voice interrupted his thoughts. “Make m-me forget.”
“Oh Tommy,” Booker whispered, his eyes sparkling with devotion. He maneuvered Hanson backwards so that he was lying on the couch. He slowly took off Tom’s shoes and socks and tossed them to the floor. Leaning over, he popped the button of Tom’s jeans and carefully pulled down the zipper. He could feel Tom’s eyes watching him and looking up he smiled before leaning in and kissing him deeply. Breaking away, he tugged at Tom’s jeans. Hanson lifted his hips so that his denims could be pulled free. Tom’s boxers were next to be added to the pile of clothing now lying on the floor. Dennis moaned with pleasure at the sight before him and bending forward he swirled his tongue around Tom’s cockhead. He instantly felt Hanson’s cock twitch to life and using his hand to caress his testicles he licked at Tom’s growing erection.
“Suck me,” Tom breathed heavily, his voice dripping with arousal.
Grinning, Booker took Tom into his mouth. Hanson’s hands tangled in Booker’s hair and he made soft mewing sounds of pleasure as Dennis sucked him off. As his arousal intensified, Tom’s hips thrust up and down, forcing his cock deeper into Booker’s mouth. Dennis’ fingers fumbled at his own zipper and releasing his cock, he worked his hand up and down in a frenzy of excitement. Tom’s moaning became more urgent and crying out, he spilled his seed deep into Booker’s throat. With a yelp of pleasure, Dennis’ own orgasm hit and his hand soon became sticky from his own ejaculation. Tom’s hands released their grip and Dennis sat up as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Tom’s eyes were tranquil and his face relaxed. To Booker's surprise, Tom sat up and taking Dennis’ sticky fingers, he lovingly licked them clean, one by one, his eyes never leaving Booker’s face.
Seeing Dennis’ incredulous expression, Tom grinned shyly before whispering, “I love you too.”
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