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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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Days slowly turned into weeks and Tom and Dennis’ relationship continued to flourish. Dennis had returned to work, taking on cases that required few man-hours but which paid well. Tom appeared happy to now be left alone for longer periods and as his confidence grew, his mood swings became less apparent. He still however, refused to leave the apartment except for his therapy sessions and his stuttering still caused him frustration, which on occasion would bring about sudden violent outbursts. Although Dennis constantly assured him that his speech was not an issue, it was the one thing that still made Tom self-conscious. He refused to answer the phone when it rang or speak to anyone other than Penhall, Booker and his therapist. Captain Fuller had called in for a visit and Tom had remained stubbornly mute throughout his hour-long stay.
However, when Tom reached an orgasm his stutter disappeared completely, which made Booker believe that relaxation was the answer. He therefore decided that for Tom to move on with his recovery, he needed to face up to his fears and once faced and conquered, he would finally find peace and tranquility in his life.
Having spent the morning at his office finalizing a case, Booker closed the file on his desk and looked at the clock. It was a little after two and he suddenly felt hungry. He considered walking across the road and grabbing a burger from Greasy Joe’s but he felt a little guilty at having left Tom alone for so long. Penhall was on surveillance and had started work in the early hours of the morning. Booker had left the apartment whilst Tom was still asleep but had gone back two hours later to prepare breakfast. That had been five hours ago and even though he had left a sandwich for Tom’s lunch he wondered if he too were hungry. Deciding that he did not need an excuse to go home early, he locked his office and drove the short distance to Tom’s apartment.
Opening the door, he found Tom doing what he did all day every day; lying on the couch watching television. “Hey beautiful,” he sang out as he tossed his keys onto the cabinet by the door. Making his way over to the couch, he bent down to give Tom a kiss. “Whatcha doing?”
“What’s it l-look l-like?” Tom replied irritably, moving his head so that Dennis’ lips missed his own.
Careful not to show his annoyance, Booker sat down on the edge of the couch. “What’s wrong?” he asked patiently.
“Nothing,” Tom replied childishly, his bottom lip protruding into a pout.
Pushing Hanson’s legs gently out of the way, Booker sat back against the cushions. “Don’t bullshit me Tommy, tell me what’s going on.”
Hanson’s eyes flashed angrily. “You’re n-never here anym-more, it’s so f-fucking boring.”
About to tell Tom to stop being so self-indulgent, Booker suddenly paused, as an idea began to form in his mind. Seizing the opportunity he said, “You’re bored? So… let’s go out.”
Tom stared back at him moodily. “G-give it a rest.”
With a loud grunt, Booker stood up, his patience finally reaching breaking point. “Fine, but don’t keep bitching to me that you’re bored ’cause I’m fucking sick of it. There reaches a point where you need to help yourself Tommy and I’m not going to put my life on hold because you won’t walk out the fucking door.” Grabbing his car keys, he stormed angrily from apartment.
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Having forgone the burger for a long walk along the oceanfront, Booker began to feel wretched. It was so rare that he lost his cool with Tom and he wondered why on this particular occasion he had been unable to remain composed. He finally decided that he was starting to resent not being able to do normal things that couples did, like go to the movies or out to dinner. He loved Tom with all his heart but being stuck in the confines of the apartment was starting to take its toll. He felt claustrophobic, he wanted to share his relationship with the world, not keep it hidden away behind closed doors. With a sigh, he checked his watch and was surprised to see almost two hours had passed. There was no point in putting it off any longer, he was going to have to face Tom again sometime. Turning around, he walked slowly back to his car.
On entering the apartment, he found the living room empty. Shrugging out of his jacket, he threw it on the couch before pushing open the bedroom door. Tom lay on the bed, curled into a ball, his back facing the door. Booker’s heart ached at the sight and moving forward, he climbed onto the bed and lay down beside Tom’s still body. “Hey,” he said softly as his hand reached out and stroked Hanson’s hair. “I’m such as ass.”
For several minutes, Tom did not respond. But eventually, he rolled over to reveal his tear stained face. “Why do you p-put up with m-me, you must hate m-me?” he answered, his voice filled with sadness.
“Of course I don’t hate you,” Booker replied, his voice soothing as he continued to stroke Hanson’s hair. “But Tommy, you promised me you would start moving forward and so far, not much has changed. It’s about time you thought about leaving the apartment.”
Tom thought about this for a moment. It was true. After he had spoken to Booker about the rape, he had said that he was ready to start moving forward with his recovery. But the thought of going out into the world again terrified him. He supposed he had developed some form of agoraphobia brought on by the attack. Not wanting to face up to it, he had refused to discuss the topic with his psychologist. Thinking about it now, he realized that was a mistake. If he did not start helping himself, he might lose Dennis forever. After all, how long could he expect Booker to keep making allowances for him? Relationships were all about give and take and so far, all he had done was take.
Leaning forward, he kissed Booker tenderly, his tongue forcing open Dennis’ lips as their kiss intensified. Reaching down, he massaged his fingers vigorously over Booker’s groin, feeling his growing erection straining against his jeans. “Tomorrow,” he whispered breathlessly against Dennis’ ear as he nipped at the earlobe.
Reaching down, Dennis fumbled at Tom’s zipper before releasing his cock and beginning to fondle it. “Promise?” Booker asked, his voice husky with excitement.
“Promise,” Tom murmured against Booker’s throat whilst he sucked and kissed at the tanned skin. Unbuttoning his lover’s jeans, he grasped Dennis’ erect cock and began to tug gently as his thumb rubbed over the tip.
As their rhythms fell into synch, both men began to moan loudly. Dennis threw his head back as Tom continued to nip and suck at the taut skin of his throat. As their hands moved faster, Booker felt his orgasm rising. With a cry, he ejaculated, his juices running through Tom’s fingers and over his shirt. Pushing Tom roughly onto his back, Booker moved quickly down the bed and knelt in between Hanson’s bent knees. Knowing how much he enjoyed it, he took Tom into his mouth. Immediately Hanson’s hands tangled in Booker’s hair as his hips trust upwards. With a frantic pace, he fucked Dennis’ mouth violently as he felt his body begin to spasm. “Fuck… fuck… FUUUCK!” he cried, as he climaxed deep into Booker’s throat, his fingers ripping at his hair.
Booker swallowed deeply before sucking gently at Tom’s softening cock. Feeling Hanson’s body relax beneath him, he crawled up the bed and kissed him lovingly. “Tomorrow?” he asked gently, hoping that he was not about to spoil the moment.
Tom smiled contentedly. “Tomorrow,” he reiterated calmly, before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
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