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Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Waking early the following morning, Booker carefully climbed down from his bunk so as not to disturb Tom. After relieving his bladder, he washed his face in the small hand basin and brushed his teeth. Pushing back his hair, he gazed at his reflection in the small mirror that hung on the wall and rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. He needed a shave if he was to make a good impression at the court hearing that was set for that afternoon. It would be up to a magistrate to decide if they would be granted bail. Booker was far less optimistic than Tom about their chances but he refused to show his skepticism. Hanson needed something to hold on to, he needed that glimmer of hope that they would soon be free.
Sighing heavily, Booker ran his fingers through his tousled hair. Since escaping from the warehouse, everything had happened so fast and he and Tom had not had a chance to discuss their time in captivity. He desperately wanted to talk to Tom about what Bentley had made them do but he was too afraid of what the young officer’s reaction would be. It was obvious that Hanson had pushed the whole incident into the deep recesses of his mind and Dennis was unsure if bringing up the topic would be a help or a hindrance to Tom’s recovery. He was certain that Hanson had felt something and he wanted to know if there was any chance that their relationship could develop beyond friendship. Patience had never been his virtue and his impulsiveness had been the cause of most of his troubles, including the situation he was in now. However, this time he decided that he needed to tread carefully. Their friendship was only just beginning and the last thing he wanted to do was scare Tom away.
Hanson’s sleepy voice pulled him back to the present. “What are you thinking about?”
Turning around, Dennis smiled gently down at Tom. “Nothing Tommy,” he replied quietly. “You’d better get up ‘cause they’ll be doing the morning count soon.”
Ignoring Dennis’ comment, Tom pushed himself up onto his elbow and rested his head in his hand. “Tell me,” he prompted stubbornly. “Whatever it was, you were deep in thought. Are you worried about today?”
Booker sighed and shook his head. “No Tom,” he reassured. “I was just thinking.”
Taking the hint that Dennis did not want to discuss it any further, Tom swung his legs off the bed and stood up. Following Booker’s morning routine, he urinated, washed his face and brushed his teeth. As he was spitting out the toothpaste, a loud buzzer reverberated around the jail and their cell door slid open. “COUNT!”
Stepping out onto the metal platform, Tom and Dennis watched as two guards walked from cell to cell crossing off names on a clipboard. After several minutes, a second bell sounded and the prisoners returned to their rooms.
Picking up their towels, Booker tossed one at Hanson. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”
Tom’s face visibly paled and placing the towel onto the bed, he rubbed his finger nervously over his top lip. “No,” he replied softly. “I don’t want to shower.”
Stepping forward, Booker laid a comforting hand on Hanson’s shoulder. “Tommy—” he began but Tom pushed him roughly away.
“NO!” The young officer cried, his eyes filling with panic. “I can’t Dennis! I can’t have all those men looking at me, not after… not after…” His breathing became heavy and he sat down on his bunk. Holding his head in his hands, he slowly managed to pull himself together. “Oh Jesus,” he muttered. “When will this nightmare end?”
Bentley had subjected Tom to so much humiliation that Booker could completely understand his reluctance to walk naked into a room full of inquisitive eyes. However, if he was to survive in jail, he needed to toughen up and not show his emotions so readily. Inmates preyed upon weakness like a lion preys upon an injured gazelle… relentlessly. If Hanson were not careful, it would not take long for the word to spread that he was an easy target.
Leaning against the hand basin, Booker folded his arms and gave Hanson a hard stare. “Listen Tom,” he replied in a firm voice. “You need to walk in there and act like it’s no big deal. If they see the fear in your eyes, you’re screwed. I’ll do everything I can to protect you but you need to start protecting yourself as well.”
Hanson knew that Booker was right; he needed to stand up and face reality. Whether he liked it or not, he was in jail and it was not fair that Dennis felt the responsibility of protecting him. He was twenty-three years old and he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.
Picking up his towel, he placed it around his shoulders and flashed Booker a genuine smile. “As much as it pains me to say it, you’re right.”
Dennis laughed and punched Tom playfully in the arm. “Of course I am,” he smiled smugly. “When am I not?”
Standing up, the two officers grabbed their soap and followed the line of men walking towards the shower block. Walking into the steamy room, Tom felt his stomach knot. Dozens of naked men lined the walls and several couples were kissing passionately whilst their fingers intimately explored each other’s soapy flesh. Hanson’s eyes darted back to the door but there was no sign of any guards.
“Ignore it,” Dennis whispered and walking over to a wooden bench, he pulled off his t-shirt and boxers. Tom looked nervously around him before doing the same. Wolf whistles echoed around the tiled room and Hanson’s face burned scarlet. Moving quickly forward, he found a vacant shower and turning on the faucet, he ducked his head under the warm spray of water. Moments later, Dennis stood next to him and they showered in silence, both ignoring what was going on around them.
As he turned off the faucet, Booker felt a stinging slap to his backside and he jumped at the contact. “Nice ass,” a low voice crooned softly against the back of his neck and turning around, he saw a heavily tattooed man grinning at him.
Ignoring the comment, Dennis pushed past the large man and picking up his towel, he began to dry off. Within moments, Tom was at his side and Booker was pleased to see that he showed no fear.
The tattooed man nudged the man standing next to him. “Hey Carlos, don’t they make a cute couple,” he teased.
Carlos Martínez stepped forward until he was standing only inches from Booker. “Suck me,” he breathed against Dennis’ ear.
“In your dreams,” Dennis murmured and turning away, he picked up his clothes. In a flash, the man knocked him to the tiled floor with a stinging blow to his chin. Tom immediately jumped to his defense but several strong arms held him back. Reaching down, Carlos grabbed a handful of Booker’s wet hair and pulled him to a kneeling position. The hand then yanked his head painfully backwards so that he was gazing up into his assailant’s cruel eyes.
“If you don’t suck me cop, I’m gonna ram my dick so far up your pretty boyfriend’s ass, I’ll be pissing through his mouth,” he growled.
Booker’s eyes stared wildly up at Tom and he saw the color drain from his friend’s face. Sensing that his words had touched a nerve, Martínez pulled Dennis’ face towards his groin. “If you want your boyfriend’s face to remain pretty, you’ll do what I say,” he threatened in a low voice. “If you don’t, I’ll slice him up and fuck him so hard he’ll be screaming for mercy.”
Curious onlookers formed a circle around the two men and several started to spur Carlos on. “Yeah Carlos, make that pretty boy suck you… C’mon cop, let’s see your technique… Fuck his mouth Carlos! Fuck his mouth!”
Closing his eyes, Booker knew what he had to do. He could not bear the thought of anyone else hurting Tom and it was not as though he had never sucked cock before.
Opening his mouth, he placed his lips over Carlos’ erection. After several seconds, he began to move his mouth up and down the shaft. He shut out the sounds of Tom’s voice yelling for him to stop and the jeering of the men who were watching on in excitement. When Martínez thrust forward, he opened up his throat to prevent himself from gagging. Large fingers ripped at his hair and he heard Carlos moan in pleasure as he began to fuck his mouth. “That’s it prag,” Martínez groaned. “Suck me with that pretty mouth.”
As Carlos’ thrusting became more frantic so did the cheering from around the room. Dennis prayed silently for it to be over but it appeared Martínez was not a premature ejaculator. The humiliation continued for nearly ten minutes before Carlos threw back his head and roared as he shot his semen deep into Booker’s throat. Dennis’ head remained in a vice-like grip and he had no choice but to swallow the salty fluid. Once the inmate was satisfied, he pulled out his cock and shoved Booker backwards with such force that he landed on his ass on the wet tiles.
When the two inmates holding his arms released him, Tom rushed forward and kneeling down, he placed a comforting arm around his friend’s trembling shoulders. Moments later, Bill Jacobs walked in and the inmates quickly scattered leaving Booker and Hanson alone.
Jacobs stared down at the two officers impassively. “Quit fooling around and get dressed,” he barked. “Hanson, you’ve got a visitor.”
Tom looked up at the CO. “Who?” he asked in surprise.
A look of annoyance crossed Jacobs face. “Do I look like your fucking secretary? Now hurry up, if you aren’t back in you cell and dressed in five minutes your visit will be canceled.”
Hanson waited until the guard had left the shower room before helping Booker to his feet. Gazing into Dennis’ dark eyes, he placed his hand against his pale cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.
Booker pushed Tom’s hand roughly away and pulling on his boxers, he strode from the room.
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When Hanson returned to the cell, Booker was already dressed and lying on his bed. He pulled on his clothes and ran his fingers through his damp hair before walking over to the bunk. Standing beside it, he laid a hand on Dennis’ arm. “Do you want to talk?” he asked quietly.
Pulling his arm away, Booker rolled onto his side and faced the wall. “No,” he replied sullenly. “I just want to be left alone.”
Sadness filled Tom’s eyes. “This is my fault,” he murmured softly. “You shouldn’t have done it just to protect me.”
Booker rolled over and sitting up, he jumped from the bed and shoved Hanson forcefully in the chest. “Yeah right!” he cried, his eyes filling with anguish. “What the hell was I supposed to do Hanson, huh? Sit by and watch them rape you like Bentley did? I had no fucking choice just as I won’t have a choice the next time it happens or the next.”
Shocked by the anger and resentment in Booker’s voice, Tom took a step backwards. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly.
Seeing the hurt in Tom’s dark eyes, Dennis’ anger quickly disappeared. Sitting down on Tom’s bed, he buried his head in his hands. “No, I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just so fucking sick of this shit, you know?”
Sitting down, Tom draped an arm around Booker’s shoulders and gave them a tight squeeze. “You don’t have to be here Dennis. When we go before the magistrate this afternoon I’ll tell them that it was me who killed Bentley and you’ll be set free.”
Lifting his head, Dennis’ eyes widened in shock and grabbing Tom by the shoulders, he stared deep into his eyes. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he replied through clenched teeth. “We’re in this together and if you say it was you, I’ll tell them you’re lying.”
Tom exhaled heavily and raked his fingers through his hair in agitation. “Jesus Dennis,” he muttered. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing.”
Standing up, Booker gave Hanson cynical smile. “Not really. But hey, I guess we’ll soon find out.”
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