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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 passed and Dennis and Tom slowly managed to get into a routine of sorts. It did not take long for the familiarity of their relationship to quash any discomfort either man felt over the intimacy they shared on a daily basis. However, they both found it increasingly difficult to control the urges their bodies experienced when they came into close contact with each other. Showering was the most testing time, standing naked together underneath the warm, flowing water, as the steam swirling seductively around their wet bodies. It was most challenging for Tom, who had no way of relieving his sexual arousal because of the constrictions with his hands. Many times, he was semi erect when Booker dressed him and he had to wait in discomfort until the feeling passed. Neither man alluded to their desires; Booker was too afraid that Hanson’s fragile mental state would crack under the stress and Tom was still too confused about why his body was reacting the way it was. So instead, they both just accepted that it was part of the ritual of their life together and carried on as though it were normal.
As Dennis was now no longer working, they made the joint decision to break the lease on his apartment and move into Tom’s roomier home. Hanson was still receiving full pay from the police department because the rape, which had ultimately led to his suicide attempt, had happened whilst on the job. Dennis had wanted to ask Doug to help them pack, hoping that it would give Tom a chance to reconnect with his partner. However, Hanson flatly refused, preferring to pay for a removalist. Now that he had feelings for Booker, Tom was terrified that Doug would quickly see through any thinly veiled attempt he made to hide his obvious affection for the dark-haired undercover officer. He knew Penhall was extremely astute; he had seen through Booker’s façade almost immediately. Although he felt no shame for his attraction towards Dennis, he was not sure he could cope with Penhall’s disapproval. He knew Doug would think that Booker had somehow coerced him and he did not want to have to deal with any fights that might erupt between the two hotheaded men because of Penhall’s unsubstantiated accusations.
Booker heard Tom enter the bedroom just as he was placing the photo of himself and Ben into his bedside table drawer. As he was about to close the drawer, Tom put his hand out and stopped him. “You should leave it on show. He was a big part of your life.”
Picking up the frame, Booker stared at the photo. Ben had meant everything to him but slowly, overtime, the pain of losing him had transformed into a dull ache. Since Hanson had become a part of his life, he had given less thought to the life he and Ben had shared. He guessed it was what people called moving on. He knew there would always be a special place in his heart just for Ben but he was ready to let go. “No,” he said with a sad smile as he placed the picture back into the drawer and pushed it closed. “I think Ben would understand and he’d be happy that I’m able to let go.”
Tom gave an understanding nod but he could not help but wonder if he was the reason Dennis was able to move on. A small shiver of excitement ran down his spine and he closed his eyes for a fraction of a moment, as he allowed his mind to imagine what it would be like to be Booker’s lover.” When he finally opened them, he saw Dennis staring at him intensely. “Are you okay Tommy, you look kind of flushed.”
Hanson quickly tried to hide his embarrassment at being caught in the act of enjoying evocative thoughts. “Yeah,” he breathed softly. “I guess I’m just a little tired, it’s been a long day.”
“Food first, then a shower, then bed,” Dennis instructed with a laugh. “You’ve got an appointment with Doctor Lewis tomorrow and I don’t want him accusing me of not looking after you properly.”
“I’m fine,” Tom replied, giving Booker a cheeky grin. “So he’d better not imply otherwise.”
“You do seem happy,” Booker murmured quietly. “Are you?”
“Yeah I am,” Hanson answered softly. “I never thought I would be again but I can honestly say that I am. I know I still have a lot of hurdles to face but I’m ready to tackle them and I don’t think I could have said that two weeks ago.”
Reaching out, Booker trailed his finger lovingly down Tom’s face. “I’m so glad. I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you happy again either. Now come on, let’s eat.”
Walking back into the living area, Dennis set to work in the kitchen. He cooked up some chicken breast and made a salad. Glancing out at the living room, his heart swelled with pride as Tom balanced a plate on both hands and carried it over to the table where he carefully let it slide onto the table. He repeated the process before walking into the kitchen where Booker laid two forks and a knife across his palms. He carried those to the table and dropped them onto the wooden surface. Grinning, he turned back to Booker. “I don’t reckon I’d better carry the beers,” he laughed. “Unless you wanna lick it off the table.”
Dennis grinned back. Taking two beers out of the refrigerator, he popped the tops and put them on the table. “Do you want to take off your splints?” he asked, knowing it was easier for Tom without them.
Hanson nodded and he stood patiently as Booker unstrapped the cumbersome plastic supports and unwound the protective bandages. Tossing them onto the couch, Dennis walked back to the kitchen. “Sit down, food’s ready.”
Tom pulled out a chair and sat down. Dennis brought over the pan and placed a piece of chicken on each plate. Sitting down, he served the salad then carefully cut up Tom’s chicken into bite size pieces. “Do you want to try and feed yourself?” he asked. “Or do you want me to help you?”
“I’m kinda tired,” Tom replied. “Do you mind?”
“Of course I don’t mind,” Dennis answered and together they held the fork and slowly placed a piece of chicken into Tom’s mouth. As Hanson chewed, Dennis took several mouthfuls of his own meal before again helping Tom. The whole process took time but neither man was in a hurry. When they had finished, Booker carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen. “The washing up can wait,” he said as he looked at the clock and saw it was almost 8.30pm. “Let’s take a shower.”
Hanson’s body tingled with anticipation. He was tired but he was longing to feel Booker’s fingers massaging his scalp. Neither of them had showered that morning as the removalist had arrived early and Booker knew he would get sweaty helping to load and unload all of his belongings. Walking into the bathroom, Tom waited as Dennis set the temperature of the shower. When it was right, Booker helped him to undress. Naked, Hanson stepped into the cubicle and faced towards the shower head, letting the warm water wash over him. His fatigue became evident when he allowed the shower gel to wash from his hands before he could lather it up. “Damn it,” he muttered in frustration.
“Is everything okay Tommy?” Booker called out from the other side of the shower curtain and it was at that moment that Tom knew he was about to cross over into dangerous territory.
“No,” he replied, his voice breathless with his growing need. “Can you help me?”
Dennis pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower. “What do you want me to do?” he asked softly, standing behind Hanson.
Tom’s breath was almost a pant. “Wash me,” he whispered as he felt his cock begin to harden.
For a long moment, Tom thought that Booker was not going to do it. Embarrassed, he felt tears pricking at his eyes and he was about to step out of the shower when he felt gentle, soapy hands rubbing his back. Hanging his head, he allowed himself to take pleasure from the contact and his cock continued to swell. When Dennis circled his arms around his body and slowly washed his chest, Hanson could not contain his feelings and he let out a contented moan.
“Oh God Tommy,” Booker breathed behind him and Hanson knew there was no going back. Turning around, he faced Dennis and saw only unbridled longing in his dark eyes.
“Touch me,” Tom pleaded softly, craving for release. “Please Dennis… make me come.”
Booker’s eyes glinted brightly as he trailed a finger along Tom’s jaw line. “Oh baby,” he whispered, barely able to breathe. “Are you sure?”
“Yesss!” Tom hissed, his eyes black with desire. “I want you to touch me.”
Placing one hand behind Tom’s head, Booker reached out and gently wrapped the fingers of his other hand around Hanson’s erect cock. At the sudden contact, Tom cried out and his hips thrust forward. Dennis slowly began to tug at Tom’s erection, his eyes never leaving Hanson’s face. As the water cascaded over both their bodies, he felt Tom’s arm circle his waist, pulling him closer. “Faster,” Tom panted against Dennis’ ear, his voice heavy with arousal. “Oh God… it feels so good.”
Booker increased his pace, his own cock now weeping heavily. Turning his head, their mouths met and Dennis moaned loudly as Tom’s lips slowly parted and he allowed Booker’s tongue to gain access. Slowly they explored each other’s mouths, their tongues intertwining as their passion grew. Breaking the kiss, Tom became vocal. “Oh fuck Dennis… harder… Oh God, harder… I wanna come… Oh God, I wanna come!”
Dropping the hand that held the back of Tom’s head, Dennis started to masturbate. “Come for me baby,” he groaned huskily. “I wanna see you come.”
Their mouths found each other again and they kissed passionately. “Oh God,” Tom gasped against Booker’s lips. “I’m close… harder… oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuuck!”
Hanson’s body shuddered violently as he ejaculated over Booker’s fingers. A moment later, Booker cried out as his own release hit hard. As both his hands stilled, he stared deep into Hanson’s eyes. “Tommy,” he murmured, pulling Hanson close. “Oh Tommy.”
Turning off the water, Dennis kept his arms encircled around Hanson’s body. He could fee Tom’s heavy breathing against his chest and he gave him a gentle squeeze. Looking up, Tom pressed his lips against Dennis’ and kissed him lightly. Pulling back, he smiled shyly. “Wow,” he whispered.
Booker laughed softly. “I’m not sure wow really sums it up.” Gently taking Tom’s hand, he exited the shower. After wrapping a towel around his waist, he took his time patting down Tom’s body. Hanson stood compliantly, enjoying the pampering. When they were both dry, they walked into the bedroom. Booker pulled a fresh pair of boxers out of the drawer but Tom shook his head. “I don’t wanna wear them,” he murmured languidly. “I wanna sleep naked.”
Dennis’ eyes flashed with mischief. “Is that right? Well maybe I’ll sleep naked too.”
A slow grin spread across Tom’s face. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he murmured.
“Jesus Hanson, what have you started?” Booker muttered as the reality of the situation hit him. “What the hell is Lewis gonna say when he hears about this?”
Tom pouted. “I don’t give a fuck what he says, this is my life, I can make my own decisions.”
Not wanting to point out that Tom might not be completely in the right frame of mind to make certain decisions, Booker walked into the living room and picked up Hanson’s splints. Carrying them back into the bedroom, he held them up. “C’mon, let’s get you strapped in.”
Hanson’s defiance continued. “I don’t wanna wear those either. I want to sleep one night without the reminder of what I’ve done to myself.”
“Okay,” Booker agreed, tossing the offending pieces of plastic to the floor. “But I want you to discuss it with the physiotherapist when you see her.”
Smiling sleepily, Tom dropped his towel and walked over to the bed. Dennis bit down on his lower lip and tried not to gaze at Tom’s slim, naked body. Throwing back the bedclothes, he watched as Hanson climbed under the covers. Taking off his own towel, Booker climbed in next to him and reaching around, he switched off the bedside lamp. Lying down, he was surprised when Tom snuggled up to him. He put his arm out and pulled him in close. Tom’s breathing gradually slowed and he drifted off to sleep but Booker lay awake, his mind racing. Tom’s advances had not been completely unexpected but it was still a shock to him at how quickly it had all unfolded. But he could not deny how wonderful it felt to have shared such an intimate experience with Hanson. It was what he had dreamed of since first meeting the pretty officer eight months ago. Nevertheless, he was still concerned with how things would progress. He knew he would never be able to make love to Tom until he was certain that doing so would not cause irrevocable damage.
Placing his lips against Tom’s forehead, Booker kissed him tenderly. “I love you Tommy Hanson,” he whispered as he closed his eyes. “Always have, always will.”
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