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What Is and What Should Never Be	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1336 -:- 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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In the early hours of the following morning, Tom sat cross-legged on a chair in their dimly lit hotel room. It had been a rough night and he was pleased that Dennis now appeared to be resting peacefully. He had eventually persuaded his lover to take pain medication to help him sleep. Surprisingly, Booker had agreed. As Dennis lay snoring softly through his swollen nose, Tom had found sleep elusive. He had tossed and turned for several hours before climbing out of bed and pulling on his clothes. Sneaking softly downstairs, he had found Morty sitting behind his desk watching an old black and white movie. A small plastic tree, covered in tatty tinsel and gaudy colored baubles sat in the corner, reminding Tom that the next day was Christmas Day. A thought then popped into Tom’s mind. He had come downstairs to see if Morty was in the mood for a chat but now he had another plan. Smiling his attractive smile, he had asked the hotel clerk for some paper and a pencil. Engrossed in his movie, Morty had grunted and pointed at his desk drawer. Tom quickly grabbed several sheets and a couple of pencils and thanking the man, he had returned upstairs.
Now he sat silently sketching Booker as he slept. It had been a long time since he had taken pencil to paper and for the first time in months, he felt calm and in control. His pencil lightly shaded over the paper, bringing definition to the image of Booker’s sleeping face. Tom purposely omitted the discoloration under Dennis’ eyes and the slight swelling of the nose. He wanted his picture to be one of peace not violence as this was to be his Christmas present to Booker.
Hearing a soft groan, he put down his drawing and extricating his cramped legs from their cross-legged position, he hobbled over to the bed to check on his friend. Feeling the mattress depress, Booker opened his bruised eyes and smiled sleepily at Tom. “Hey,” Dennis muttered, “What are you doing out of bed?”
“Nothing,” Tom lied. “Go back to sleep, it’s still early.”
Booker’s lower lip protruded into a soft pout. “Don’t wanna sleep,” he murmured drowsily. “I wanna play with you.”
“Is that right?” Tom laughed quietly as his eyes twinkled mischievously. Standing up, he quickly undressed before pulling back the covers and crawling in next to Dennis. Reaching out, he slowly ran his fingers down Booker’s smooth chest but his friend quickly pushed his hand away.
“Nuh uh,” Booker whispered, his voice heavy with arousal. “No touching. I just wanna touch you.”
It was Tom’s turn to pout but his sulky expression did not last long when Booker’s fingers began to move slowly down his body. Tom’s heart rate quickened as Dennis’ fingers ran intimately over the skin of his taut belly before slowly traversing back up his body and stopping at his chest. Booker lazily played with Tom’s nipple, rubbing his thumb over the hard nub as Tom’s breathing intensified. Smiling to himself, Dennis once again let his fingers travel lightly down Tom’s body until they rested just above Tom’s pubic hair. He could sense Tom’s anticipation as he gazed lovingly into Tom’s eyes. Slowly moving his fingers downwards, he delicately ran his fingertips over Tom’s growing cock. Tom let out a soft moan and Booker smiled. He wanted to tease Tom, have him begging for more. As he began to move his fingers back up Tom’s quivering body his hand was suddenly grabbed and pushed back down. Pulling away, Booker laughed wickedly, “Do that again and you won’t get your surprise,” he murmured.
Tom’s eyes gazed back dreamily. “What surprise?” he panted, as Booker’s fingers once again stroked up and down the length of his shaft.
“You’ll see,” Booker replied, a smile playing on his lips.
Tom closed his eyes and took pleasure in the sensation of Booker’s fingers touching his cock. He gasped as Dennis lightly tugged at his growing erection before once again fondling and rubbing his cockhead. He became aware that Booker was shifting position and when he opened his eyes, he saw Dennis kneeling in between his legs. His eyes widened in shock and he struggled to sit up but Booker gently pushed him back down onto the mattress, a look of sadness flashing across his dark eyes. “Shh, Tommy, it’s okay, I’m not gonna do that.”
Tom felt stupid for not trusting Booker. He bit down on his lip self-consciously and attempted to give Dennis a smile. “Sorry, I thought you-–“
“No talking,” Booker murmured as he cupped Tom’s testicles in his hand and began to caress them with his thumb before moving back to Tom’s erection. He smiled with satisfaction as Tom’s hips lifted off the bed as he gently tugged and stroked. “Do you like that baby?” Dennis whispered as he increased his pace. “Do you wanna come?”
“Yesss,” Tom breathed, “I wanna… come.”
“Do you want your surprise?” Booker teased as he continued to tug gently at Tom’s cock.
Panting heavily, Tom only managed to nod. Grinning, Booker lowered his head and darting out his tongue, he licked at the pre-cum weeping heavily from Tom’s engorged cockhead.
Crying out with pleasure, Tom bucked his hips upwards. Booker wrapped his fingers around the base of Tom’s erection and ducking his head, he took Tom into his mouth. “Fuck!” Tom yelled, as his finger’s tangled in Dennis’ hair. Booker expertly used his tongue and lips as he sucked and licked at Tom’s hard cock. “Feels… so… good,” Tom panted, as his hips pumped up and down. “Suck me… Oh Dennis… suck me… oh fuck… Dennis!… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… FUUCK!”
Dennis swallowed deeply as Tom’s warm semen hit the back of his throat. He continued to suck until Tom’s body stopped quivering. As he lapped at Tom’s softening cock, he felt his lover’s fingers gently stroking his hair. Smiling, he lifted his head and gazed into Tom’s heavily lidded eyes. Inching forward, he lay on top of Tom’s prone body, his semi erect penis pressing against Tom’s stomach. Pushing back Tom’s sweaty hair, Booker kissed him slowly and lovingly.
When they eventually pulled apart, Tom stared deep into Booker’s eyes as his fingers lightly danced over his buttocks. “Roll over,” he whispered, “Let me return the favor.”
Grinning happily, Booker maneuvered his body to the other side of the bed and lying on his back he sighed contentedly as Tom’s fingers worked their magic. It did not take long for him to spill his seed as he cried out Tom’s name. Snuggling close, the two boys continued to caress and stroke each other’s bodies until they both drifted into a light sleep.
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Booker rose first and padding to the toilet, he relieved his full bladder. Yawning as he walked back into the bedroom, he decided that he could use another hour’s sleep. Just as he was about to climb back into bed, he spotted a piece of paper lying under the chair. Walking over, he bent down and picked it up. He stared transfixed at the portrait of his own sleeping face. The likeness was so extraordinary, he felt as though he was looking at a photo.
He turned around as Tom’s voice sounded from behind, “I forgot about that. It was gonna to be your Christmas present; I guess the surprise is ruined now.”
Carrying the sketch over to the bed, Dennis sat down next to Tom. “It’s incredible Tommy, I love it. Where did you learn to do this?”
Tom shrugged. “I dunno, I’ve always liked to draw.”
Climbing back under the covers, Booker sat staring at the portrait. Tom initially appeared unfazed by Dennis' appreciation of his artistic talent. He had never sketched to gain praise; he had only ever done it because it was something he enjoyed. He had spent many hours at school sketching rather than learning. Most of his teachers paid no attention to what he did in class, they were just grateful that he was not causing a disruption. Even Doug did not fully comprehend how gifted his brother was as Tom rarely let anyone see his drawings.
Beginning to feel embarrassed at Booker’s scrutiny of his artwork, Tom snatched it from his hand and threw it on the floor. “Hey!” Booker yelled, “Don’t ruin it!”
Sighing heavily, Tom reached down and picked up his picture. Handing it back to Booker he mumbled, “It’s no big deal, it’s just a drawing. “
A huge smile spread across Dennis’ bruised face as he waved the piece of paper at Tom. “No big deal? Don’t you see Tommy, this is your ticket out!”
Tom stared back uncomprehendingly. “What do you mean?” he asked, “My ticket out of what.”
Booker rolled his eyes in frustration. “Prostitution you idiot! This is how you can make money; you can draw portraits of people.”
“Um, Booker, I don’t think anyone’s gonna want to buy something I’ve drawn,” Tom replied self-consciously.
Dennis jumped out of bed and began to furiously pace up and down the room. “Are you kidding? Tommy, you’re a fucking artistic genius, people are gonna be lining up!”
Tom rubbed at the back of his neck as a shy smile twitched his lips. “Do you really think so?” he asked quietly.
“Fuck yeah!” Dennis yelled. Sitting back down on the bed, he grabbed hold of Tom’s hand as his eyes danced with excitement. “I’ve got a plan and if it works out, this is gonna be the beginning of the rest of our lives.”
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