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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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Lying motionless on the hotel bed, Tom attempted to shut off his mind as Robbie Werner thrust deep into his body. It was Christmas Eve and he wanted nothing more than to be home with Booker. But Robbie’s offer to pay double if he could have Tom for the whole evening had been too good to pass up. They needed the money and the sooner they acquired it, the sooner they could put their plan into action. The two boys had talked for hours about Booker’s big idea and they finally concluded that if they spent the next few weeks working around the clock, they would have enough money for a fresh start. They would leave the city and head east, find a small town and settle down. Booker would find an honest paying job and Tom would sell his sketches.
Sensing Tom’s lack of enthusiasm, Robbie slowed his pace before completely withdrawing from Tom’s body. Rolling onto his back, he breathed heavily as he turned his face towards Tom. “Get on top,” he instructed.
Pulled back from his contemplations, Tom gave Robbie a dazed look. “What?”
“I want you on top,” Werner panted. “And hurry up, there’s a good boy.”
Tom’s eyes flashed with anger. “No fucking way! I’m not a girl, stop treating me like your fucking bitch!”
Unaccustomed to Tom’s insolence and taken aback at the ferocity of his refusal, Werner lay wondering what to do. But as his cock throbbed painfully, his demeanor began to change and narrowing his eyes he spoke in a stern voice. “I’m paying you good money Tommy, you need to show me a little respect.”
“This is bullshit,” Tom muttered as he tried to scramble from the bed. Strong hands pulled him back and he struggled violently to get free. A hard slap to the face stopped him and he stared back at Robbie in stunned silence.
“Now,” Robbie said calmly, as he pulled Tom’s unresisting body towards him. “Be a good boy and get on top.”
Fearing a reprisal, Tom knelt over the man’s trembling body. Werner placed his hands on Tom’s hips and carefully guided him down onto his erection. As Werner slowly lifted him up and down, Tom screwed his eyes shut. He did not want to have sex in this way. He felt completely emasculated as Robbie slammed his young body onto his cock. He could feel Werner’s nails biting into the tender flesh of his groin. Covering his face in his hands, Tom bowed his head to hide his humiliation. He felt shame as his own arousal intensified and he willed his body not to respond. More than anything, he did not want to climax whilst being fucked like a girl.
Oblivious of Tom’s distress, Werner quickened his pace as his breath heaved in his chest. Finding Tommy had been the best thing that had happened to him. In the ten plus years that he had paid for sex with boys, he had never found anyone who was so pretty and petite. Booker had been fun but Tommy was in a league of his own. Werner took pleasure in every moment he spent with the boy. Just thinking about him caused his cock to twitch. Never in his wildest dreams could he have hoped for such a find.
Feeling Robbie slam against his prostate, Tom knew that his own body would eventually betray him. Grabbing hold of his cock, he pumped it furiously, desperate for the degradation to end. “Good boy Tommy, good boy,” Werner panted as he watched the teenager masturbate. When Tom eventually cried out his release, Werner thrust his cock deep into Tom’s body as his hands pulled Tom’s hips downwards. Closing his eyes, Robbie’s orgasm hit hard as his hands held Tom firmly on top of him. When his body finally stopped shuddering, he opened his eyes to see Tom’s face glaring down at him. Releasing his hold, he allowed Tom to disengage. He watched silently as the teenager climbed from the bed and began to dress. “I paid you to stay all night,” he protested with a pout.
Pulling two fifty dollar bills out of his jean’s pocket, Tom threw them furiously on to the bed. “Keep your stinkin’ money,” he snapped, “I’m done being your whore.” Tying his worn bandanna around his head, Tom walked from the room and slammed the door.
**
Arriving back at The Exeter, Tom found Booker lying on the bed watching television. He had managed to persuade his lover to stay inside and recoup, at least until after Christmas. Now that he had given back half of what Robbie Werner had initially paid him, Tommy knew he would have to stay out on the streets longer to make up the difference. They had enough money to see them through Christmas but if they wanted to leave the city in the New Year, they would both have to pound the pavements day and night. Tom had been counting on Robbie’s bi-weekly appointments as a way of making an easy two hundred dollars a week but his outburst tonight had ruined that. Annoyed at himself for blowing the chance to make quick cash, he ignored Booker’s greeting and instead stomped angrily into the bathroom before closing the door with a bang. Kicking off his boots, he started to undress when the door opened and Dennis’ head peered around the jamb. “Is it safe to come in?” Booker joked lightly.
Sighing heavily, Tom nodded. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a shit night.”
Entering the bathroom, Booker hugged Tom close. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked gently as he brushed Tom’s bangs from his eyes.
“Not really,” Tom muttered as he pushed Dennis away and continued to undress. “I just want to shower and go to sleep.”
“Okay,” Booker replied as he pulled his t-shirt back over his head and began to unzip his jeans. “Let’s get naked.”
Tom laid a hand on Dennis’ arm, preventing him from undressing any further. “I want to shower alone Booker,” he retorted wearily.
Having showered with Tom every day for the last month, Booker knew something was bothering Tom. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to fool around?” he asked quietly as he reached out and stroked at Tom’s bare chest.”
“For fuck’s sake, just leave it Booker!” Tom snapped, as he grasped painfully at Dennis’ wrist and yanked it away. “I just don’t feel like it, all right?”
“Bullshit!” Booker yelled back, hurt at Tom’s rejection. “It’s because of Robbie Werner isn’t it? You don’t want me touching you ‘cause you’ve been with him!”
Pushing furiously past Booker, Tom stormed back into the bedroom. “I fucking hate Robbie Werner! I wish you’d never introduced me to him! He treats me more like a fucking whore than anyone!”
Dragging his t-shirt over his head, Booker followed Tom back into the room. “Don’t lie to me Tom,” he muttered angrily, “He gets you off and you enjoy it.”
“FUCK YOU!” Tom screamed as tears of rage filled his eyes. “You have no idea how he treated me tonight!”
Jealousy caused irrational thoughts to cloud Booker’s mind. Pulling on his boots and grabbing his jacket off the chair, he opened the door. “You know what? I really don’t care anymore, you can have Robbie Werner. Merry fucking Christmas Tommy,” he spat before walking out and crashing the door closed behind him.
**
Standing at the window, Tom stood shivering as he observed several pedestrians daring enough to brave the cold, scurry back and forth along the pavement. Only a small number of commuters drove along the normally bustling street. It was 1am and most people were either asleep or happily ensconced in their warm homes, raising a glass and celebrating the start of the festive season. From the corner of his eye, Tom saw Booker hurrying down the footpath, his leather jacket zipped tight against the cold. He watched as Dennis paused for a moment outside of the hotel before walking inside. Moving away from the window, Tom crawled into bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin. Several minutes later, he heard the door open and the sound of Booker undressing. Feeling the mattress depress he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. When cold fingers lightly touched his stomach, Tom flinched involuntarily at the sensation. “I know you’re not asleep Tommy,” Booker whispered as he moved his fingers over Tom’s skin. “Talk to me.”
With an annoyed sigh, Tom opened his eyes and shoved Booker’s hand away. “Can’t you take a hint,” he growled, “I don’t want you touching me. I’m sick of people touching me. Just leave me the fuck alone.”
“Fine,” Booker grunted as he turned angrily onto his side.
Tom immediately felt regret at his words but the whole situation with Robbie Werner had him feeling violated and used. It was stupid to blame Booker, whose only crime was a fierce jealousy at not being able to have Tom in the way he so desperately desired. Misery and dejection slowly consumed Tom’s tortured mind. He did not know how to make it right with Booker, except to give him what he wanted and he knew if he did that before he was ready, he would eventually come to resent his lover for pressuring him into it.
Rolling over, he turned his back to Booker, as silent tears spilled from his eyes. Little by little, he was losing the only friend he had ever had and he knew that before long, he would once again be alone.
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