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Waking early the next morning, Booker lay silently in bed watching Tom sleep. It had been a peaceful night, Tom had not woken once and it was a great relief to Dennis that he had not suffered any nightmares. He did not like to think that he was solely responsible for soothing Hanson’s troubled mind, but he was certain Tom’s sexual release was a contributing factor. Taking in Hanson’s tranquil expression, Booker again marveled at how beautiful he was. Ben had been a very handsome man but Tom truly was in a league of his own. Just looking at Hanson made Booker horny but he kept himself under control, unsure of what Tom’s mood would be like when he woke up. Although he hoped Tom had no regrets, Dennis had fully prepared himself for the worst and he was willing to accept it without argument. All that mattered to him was keeping Tom happy.
Sensing that Tom was waking up, Booker’s heart began to beat faster. When Hanson opened his eyes and smiled lazily, all of his fears evaporated. “Hey sleepyhead,” he murmured, reaching out his hand and running his fingers through Tom’s tousled hair. “Did you have a good night?”
Tom nodded sleepily. “No nightmares, lots of dreams.”
“Good dreams?” Dennis asked quietly.
A slow, impish smile played over Tom’s lips. “You could say that.”
Dennis’ heart rate increased again and he felt his cock beginning to come alive. “So how are you feeling?” he asked, trying to take his mind off his growing erection.
But Tom’s answer instantly had him thinking of nothing else. “Horny.”
“Oh!” Booker exclaimed, taken aback by Hanson’s candid reply. He licked at his lips nervously. “So do you want me to…?”
Tom’s eyes turned into jet-black orbs of desire. “I want you to play with me,” he whispered seductively. “I want you to make me come.”
It was Booker’s turn to shock Tom. Reaching under the covers, he began to fondle Hanson’s growing erection. “Or… maybe you’d like me to suck you?” he murmured softly as his thumb rubbed over Tom’s engorged head.
Two wide, astonished eyes stared back at him and for a moment Dennis wondered if he had overstepped the boundaries.
“Jesus, yes,” Tom breathed heavily, instantly allaying Booker’s fears.
Smiling mischievously, Booker pulled back the covers to reveal Tom’s erection. Moving down the bed, he positioned himself between Tom’s bent knees. “Sit up a bit,” he instructed, his own cock hardening at the thought of what was to come. Tom did as instructed, his eyes still staring widely at Booker. Getting on his hands and knees, Dennis slowly lowered his head. He darted out his tongue and licked Hanson’s slit. Tom cried out softly and his hips rose off the bed. Grinning, Booker lifted his head. “Tell me what you want me to do,” he murmured, wanting Tom to set the pace.
Tom’s voice was low and husky with arousal when he answered. “Kiss it.”
Bending down, Booker tenderly pressed his lips against the tip of Tom’s cock before swirling his tongue around the head. “Talk to me,” he instructed as he again kissed Tom’s cockhead.
“Suck me,” Tom moaned, his disabled hands finding Booker’s hair. “Oh Jesus Dennis, suck me!”
Taking a deep breath, Dennis gently held the base of Tom’s cock with one hand before wrapping his lips around his cock. Again Tom cried out, louder this time as his hips rocked forward. Shifting his position, Dennis opened up his throat and allowed Hanson to fuck his mouth. He could hear Tom’s soft cries becoming louder and his own cock started to weep heavily. He continued to use his lips and tongue and as Hanson’s thrusts became faster, Booker knew he was close. A loud scream of pleasure signaled Tom’s release and hot semen shot down Dennis’ throat. Swallowing deeply, Booker took pleasure in Hanson’s unique taste and he slowly lapped at Tom’s cock until it was soft. Sitting back on his heels, he gazed down at the man he was slowly beginning to think of as his lover. Hanson’s eyes stared at Dennis huge erection and he smiled sadly. “I wish I could but…” his voice trailed off. He wished his hands and fingers worked well enough so he could stimulate Booker to climax. For the briefest moment, he considered giving Dennis a blowjob but he did not feel ready to perform such an intimate act. The words “Okay gorgeous, let’s see your technique,” popped into his mind and he instantly pushed them away.
“It’s okay,” Booker soothed. “I can do it myself.”
Once again, Tom’s eyes lit up. “Let me watch,” he murmured excitedly. “I wanna see you come.”
Dennis moaned at the thought of Tom watching him. Reaching down, he slowly started to tug at his cock. He groaned louder when he heard Hanson whisper “Faster,” and his hand began to pump quicker. He knew it would not take long, his cock had been steadily weeping since giving Hanson his blowjob. As he gazed into Tom’s wide, brown eyes, he felt his orgasm rising. With a yell, he spilled his seed over his fingers. Closing his eyes, he basked in the delight of his release as his fingers continued to stroke and fondle his dwindling erection until he too went limp. Sighing contentedly, he shuffled back up the bed and lay down next to Tom. Rolling over, Tom’s eyes meet his and they kissed slowly and tenderly as their bodies relaxed. Breaking apart, Booker searched Tom’s face. “Happy?” he asked quietly, as he gently swept Tom’s bangs out of his eyes.
“Happy,” Hanson replied, as his eyes grew heavy. “And sleepy.”
Dennis laughed lightly. “Spoken like a true male.” Pulling his lover into his arms so Tom’s head rested on his chest, he muttered. “Only a nap okay, you’ve got your appointment with Doctor Lewis.”
Muttering something inaudible, Tom closed his eyes and fell into a blissful sleep.
**
Following a short nap, Booker woke Tom and they spent a blissful half hour in the shower, kissing languidly whilst soaping up each other’s bodies. Once he had dried and dressed Hanson, Booker made breakfast. Whilst eating, Tom’s mood slowly changed and he became increasingly quiet. Dennis put it down to nerves about his impending appointment. Glancing at the clock, he saw that there was still plenty of time before he needed to drive Tom to Doctor Lewis’ private offices. When he started to clear the table, Tom dropped a bombshell. “Can you call me a cab?”
Placing the dishes on the kitchen counter, Dennis sat back down at the table. “I thought I was driving you.”
"I’d rather go alone,” Tom replied quietly, his finger nervously rubbing at his top lip.
Booker narrowed his eyes. “Any reason why you suddenly don’t want me around,” he asked, unable to keep the hurt out of his voice.
“I just want to do it myself! God Booker, I’m tired of having to rely on you all the time,” Tom snapped irritably. “I just need some space.”
“Really?” Booker shot back crossly. “Or maybe it’s because you’re not planning on telling Lewis about us and you’re afraid if he calls me in for a chat I might say something. What’s the problem Tom, do I embarrass you or do you just not want to admit that you’re falling for another man?”
“Who said I was falling for you?” Tom replied spitefully. “Maybe I’m just using you so I can get off.”
Pushing his chair back angrily, Booker stood up and walked towards the bedroom. “Fine. If that’s the case, you can call your own fucking cab. And whilst you’re at it, strap on your own fucking splints. I’m over this shit.”
As the door banged closed, tears pricked at Tom’s eyes. He wanted desperately to tell Dennis that he was just nervous and he did not mean the hurtful things he had said. It was true, he was anxious about revealing his relationship with Booker to Doctor Lewis and he had seriously considered not mentioning it. But it was not because he felt shame, it was because it was all so new to him and he was still getting accustomed to the idea himself. Also, it was nice to have something private in his life again. Since the rapes and especially since his attempted suicide, everything in his life had become public domain, discussed by friends, family, doctors and therapists. He had always been a very private person, unwilling to discuss his innermost thoughts and feelings to even his closest friends. However, once he went to Brentwood, all of that had changed and he had no choice but to open up and discuss his feelings with Doctor Lewis. But the scrutiny of his innermost thoughts had left him feeling vulnerable and weak. Furthermore, now that he was starting to see a dim light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel, he wanted to try to find the old Tom Hanson. He wanted his independence back and most of all, he wanted his privacy.
Swiping his tears away, Tom played over Booker’s hurtful words. He tried to tell himself that they were just a defensive response to his own unkind statement but part of him could not help but wonder if Booker really was tired of helping him. Dennis had given up his income and his home so he could play nursemaid to Tom. Hanson hated the thought that his own selfish needs might ultimately destroy Booker’s life.
Standing up he walked over to the phone. He struggled to pick up the receiver but eventually he managed to place it between his head and shoulder. Several times he dialed the wrong number but he finally got through and ordered his cab. Sitting on the couch, he picked up a splint and tried to put in on his arm. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not strap it on. Crying out in frustration, he threw the plastic support against the wall. Tears slid down his cheeks and he looked at the bedroom door, half-expecting to see Booker come running at the sound of his distressed cry. But the door remained firmly closed and Tom knew that he was once again, completely on his own. Sniffing loudly, he stood up and walked to the front door. He struggled to turn the knob but eventually, the door opened and he walked out, slamming the door behind him.
**
Hearing the door slam, Booker waited a couple of minutes before walking out of the bedroom. Checking that the apartment was empty, he walked into the kitchen and started to wash up the breakfast dishes. He was furious at Tom but he was just as furious at himself. Hanson’s words had cut like a knife but his own reaction had been just as hurtful. He was unclear how the argument had escalated so quickly and he started to think that perhaps it was best that they spent some time apart. It was cruel of him to have said that he was tired of helping Tom; nothing could have been further from the truth. But it hurt him to think that Hanson was too ashamed to mention their budding relationship to the man who knew his deepest, darkest secrets. Booker could not help but think that Tom might really only be using him for his own needs and that as soon as he gained the use of his hands he would cast him aside without a second thought.
Drying his hands, he walked into the bedroom and changed into shorts and sneakers. It had been a long time since he had gone for a run along the beach and he thought it would be just the thing to clear his mind. He calculated that Tom would be gone at least two hours so that gave him plenty of time to drive the short distance to the beach and run to the bluff and back.
Picking up his car keys, he exited the apartment.
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