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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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Tom silently followed Trent Matheson through the maze of corridors until they finally arrived at the visitors’ room. When the security gate slid open and Matheson stepped aside, he saw Doug sitting at a table nervously biting at his thumbnail. He found it difficult to contain his emotions when he saw his friend look up and give him his trademark lopsided grin.
“Geez Hanson, you look like shit,” Penhall remarked and Tom could not help but smile.
“Yeah?” he replied as he pulled out a chair and sat down. “Funny about that.”
Doug studied Tom for a moment and his expression softened. “Are you okay Tommy?” he asked quietly. “I didn’t get a chance to see you at the hospital because… well, they wouldn’t let me in the psych ward.”
Rubbing his finger over his lips, Tom lowered his gaze. “I’m okay I guess,” he muttered in a low voice so that Matheson could not hear their conversation. “It helps having Booker here.”
Leaning forward in his seat, Doug’s eyes narrowed and his mouth set in a hard line. “Why are you protecting him?” he seethed. “You shouldn’t be in here Tommy; we all know it was Booker! Can’t you see what’s going on? He’s somehow manipulating you into taking the fall!”
Lifting his eyes, Tom stared back impassively at his best friend. “Sorry Doug,” he replied softly. “But you don’t know shit about what Dennis and I went through. He’s not manipulating me, he’s helping me and he’s having a rough time in here.” Lowering his head, he gazed up through his long bangs. “He could really use your support.”
Upon hearing Tom use Booker’s given name, Doug rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ Hanson, do you even hear yourself? A week ago, you couldn’t bear to be in the same room as Booker and now all of a sudden he’s Dennis and he’s your best friend?”
When Hanson angrily pushed back his chair and stood up, Doug immediately calmed down. “Look,” he continued gently. “I came here because I wanted to see you before your bail hearing. If this goes to trial and you’re convicted, you’re looking at up to eleven years in prison. Eleven years Tom! You’ll be thirty-four years old when you get out! I know you and Booker went through something horrible together and I understand that only he can truly understand how you feel but that doesn’t mean that you have to take the rap for him. For God’s sake, do the right thing or you’ll have to live with the consequences for the rest of your life.”
A slow smile spread over Tom’s face. “You’re right,” he murmured. “I do need to do the right thing. Thanks Doug, your pep talk really helped to clear things up in my mind.”
As Hanson walked from the room, Penhall scratched his head in confusion. It sounded like Hanson had agreed to admit that Booker had killed Bentley. However, there was something about the way he had said it that left Doug feeling extremely uneasy.
**
After a brief meeting with their attorneys, Tom and Dennis stood before Magistrate William Hughes and listened to the charges brought against them. The two defense attorneys pleaded their cases for bail, citing the two men’s exemplary records as police officers and their work within the community.
When the attorneys had finished speaking, Tom took everyone by surprise by standing up. “I’d like to say something,” he stated in a loud voice.
Hughes glared across the room at Tom. “Officer Hanson, this is a bail hearing,” the magistrate rebuked in a stern voice. “It would be in your best interest to stay silent.”
Tom stared back defiantly. “I’ve stayed silent for long enough. I want it to go on record that I killed Rory Bentley and that Officer Dennis Booker was not involved.”
Jumping to his feet, Booker turned towards Hanson and flashed him a furious look. “NO!” he yelled. “He’s lying! It was me; I did it!”
Hughes rapped his gavel on the bench. “Enough!” he shouted. Narrowing his eyes, he gave the two attorneys a disapproving stare. “Mr. Westwood, Mr. Cameron, please instruct your clients to keep quiet.”
Both attorneys bent their heads and whispered warnings to their clients. Tom continued to gaze straight ahead, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Booker scowled angrily and his knuckles turned white as he gripped hold of the wooden railing in front of him.
“Bail for both defendants is denied,” Hughes instructed in a loud voice. “A preliminary hearing is set for Wednesday February fifteenth at 9 a.m. with Judge Benedict James.”
Both Robert Westwood and Derek Cameron looked disappointed by the decision. Tom watched silently as Booker threw him an irate glare as he was ushered from the court by Westwood. Derek Cameron sighed heavily as he picked up his paperwork and placed it inside his briefcase. “That was a stupid thing to do Tom,” he murmured. “Judges and Magistrates don’t take kindly to outbursts in their courtrooms.”
Hanson shrugged his shoulders. “It needed to be said,” he replied wearily. “The lie has gone on too long.”
Cameron studied Tom’s face carefully. “Does this mean that you want to plead guilty?” he asked in a quiet voice.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Tom weighed up his options. If he entered a plea of guilty he faced two options, outright acquittal or a prison sentence. The main motivation for him pleading out was Booker. If he pleaded guilty, Dennis would no longer be involved and he could return to the Jump Street program and carry on with his life. He knew Booker would be furious but that was a small price to pay for doing what was right. On the other hand, even if he stuck to Dennis’ original plan there were no guarantees. They could either both be cleared of voluntary manslaughter or one or both could be found guilty and sent to prison.
Opening his eyes, he felt a huge burden lift from his shoulders and he smiled at his attorney. “I’m going to plead guilty,” he murmured softly. “I want Dennis to go free.”
Putting his hand on Tom’s shoulder, Derek gave it a firm squeeze. “He’ll have to stay in jail until the preliminary hearing and there are no guarantees; it all depends on how he pleads.”
A slow smile spread over Hanson’s lips. “Don’t worry Derek,” he replied firmly. “I’ll make sure that he does what’s right.
**
Booker glared at Tom as they sat shackled in the back of a police van. Their journey was slow due to a burst water main closing half of the main street and looking at Dennis’ furious expression, Tom wished for the drive to end so he could explain his reasons. However, Booker had other ideas and without waiting for privacy, he launched into a verbal attack. “What the fuck were you thinking?” he yelled, his eyes blazing angrily. “You promised me! You fucking promised me!”
Blake Harrison turned in his seat and looked through the wire mesh that separated him from his two charges. “Keep it down Booker,” he warned in a low voice. “You don’t want me to come back there.”
Leaning forward across the van, Tom’s chains clinked as he laid his hands on Dennis’ knees. “I had to,” he replied softly and seeing that Booker was once again about to give him a mouthful of abuse, he shot his friend a pleading look. “Don’t,” he whispered. “If you want to fight with me, leave it until we get back or Harrison will give you a beating.”
Although enraged by Hanson’s declaration in court, Booker knew that it would be stupid to cause a scene in front of the hacks. Sitting back in his seat, he closed his eyes so that he would not have to look at the man who had betrayed him.
**
Having spent an uncomfortable half hour in silence, Tom and Dennis arrived back at the jail. Harrison performed a thorough body search before escorting them back to general population. “No bickering ladies,” the hack smirked and walking away, he chuckled to himself in amusement.
Ignoring the comment, Tom entered their cell and sat down on his bunk. Closing his eyes, he pressed his fingers against his temples as he felt the beginnings of a headache starting to surface. “It was the right thing to do,” he mumbled wearily. “You shouldn’t be in here, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Seeing Tom’s pale face, Dennis let out a sigh and sat down on the lower bunk. “You didn’t do anything wrong either,” he muttered. “Bentley was about to rape you and you had every right to defend yourself.”
Feeling tired and emotional, Tom lowered his head as tears filled his eyes. “I wanted him dead Dennis,” he whispered miserably. “I could have stopped and grabbed the gun but I didn’t… I wanted him dead.”
Placing his arm around Hanson, Booker pulled him close. “I wanted him dead too,” he murmured into Tom’s hair. “I couldn’t bear to see him hurt you again and if you hadn’t killed him, I would have, so that makes me just as guilty as you. If you plead out, then I’ll do the same.”
Hanson choked back a sob. “No,” he whispered in despair. “You can’t Dennis, it’s not right.”
Booker lifted Tom’s tear stained face and as he gazed deep into his sad dark eyes, time stood still. Feeling Tom’s breath against his skin, he bit down on his lower lip. The sound of heavy breathing put him into a trance and leaning forward, he brushed his lips against Tom’s full pout. He heard Hanson’s sharp intake of breath and moments later, he felt the soft protruding flesh pressing against his mouth as Tom kissed him back. Moaning softly, he parted Hanson’s lips with his tongue and slowly explored his mouth. His cock hardened when he felt Tom’s tongue dancing against his own and he deepened the kiss. The fingers of his left hand tangled in the back of Hanson’s hair whilst his right hand squeezed at his thigh. When Tom groaned excitedly into his mouth, Booker’s arousal intensified. He forgot that they were in jail… he forgot that they were not alone… all he wanted was to feel Tom beneath him, to explore his body and to hear his cries of pleasure.
Without breaking the kiss, he pushed Hanson back onto the mattress and lay down on top of him. He could feel a hardness pushing against him and he began to grind his cock against the mound. Tom elicited a loud moan and thrusting upwards, he increased the friction between them. Their tongues clashed violently and they hungrily devoured each other’s taste as they frantically sought release.
Within minutes, Booker felt his orgasm rising and dropping his head, he bit down hard on the tender flesh between Tom’s neck and shoulder as his climax hit. The sharp pain pushed Hanson over the edge and crying out, he ejaculated forcefully into his boxers. Feeling Tom’s body trembling beneath him, Dennis sought out his hot, willing mouth and kissed him passionately. After several minutes, he lifted his head and smiled. Remembering Tom’s panic last time, he reached out and gently brushed his hair back from his face. “Are you okay,” he asked quietly.
Tom gazed back with eyes filled with confusion. “I…” he began and raking his fingers through his hair, he smiled awkwardly. “Shit,” he laughed softly. “I haven’t had that happen since I was a teenager.”
Rolling onto the mattress, Booker looked down at the wet patch on Tom’s jeans and chuckled loudly. “Me neither,” he replied in amusement as he studied the damp stain covering his own crotch. “I guess we both needed the release.”
Sitting up, Tom’s expression hardened. “Is that all it was?” he asked in an injured tone. “You needed to get off and I was the most convenient person to give you what you needed?” Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood up and flashed Dennis an angry look. “Well fuck you Booker, you can go to hell!”
Dennis sat up so quickly that he banged his head on the upper bunk. Crying out, he rubbed at his head in frustration as he scrambled from the bed. “That’s not what I meant!” he exclaimed hurriedly. Moving forward, he took hold of Tom’s hand and gazed into his furious face. “Jesus Hanson,” he murmured softly. “If you haven’t worked out by now how I feel about you then you must be dumber than I thought. It was a throwaway line, that’s all. I get horny just looking at you, so feeling you pushing your body against me... well…” A soft blush stained his cheeks as he pointed to the stain on his denims. “This is what happens.”
Tom’s face also flushed pink and grinning with embarrassment, he rubbed his fingers over his top lip. “Fuck,” he muttered softly. “What the hell does this mean?”
Stepping forward, Booker kissed him tenderly. “I know what I want it to mean,” he whispered against Hanson’s lips. “But I don’t want to pressure you Tommy. We can forget it ever happened or—”
“But it did happen,” Tom replied quietly, his dark eyes full of uncertainty. Stepping away from Dennis, he walked over to his bed and sat down. “We slept together Booker,” he muttered in a faint voice. “I know Bentley made us do it but we slept together. I can’t forget that.”
It was the first time Tom had mentioned their coupling and Booker took a deep, calming breath before sitting down on the bunk beside his friend. “I don’t want to forget it,” he admitted quietly. He hesitated for a moment before cupping Hanson’s face in his hand. “Yes, Bentley made us do it but I won’t lie to you Tommy, I enjoyed it. I’ve been dreaming of making love to you since I first met you.”
The pink blush on Tom’s cheeks deepened and his lip curled into a self-conscious smile. “I enjoyed it too,” he confessed. “I mean, I was terrified at first but…” His finger rubbed furiously at his lip and his voice dropped to a whisper. “It was different with you.”
Placing his hand at the back of Tom’s neck, Booker pulled him close and kissed him lovingly. “Do you want to take this further?” he murmured softly.
Tom’s eyes filled with apprehension and he pulled away from Booker’s embrace and stood up. “I don’t know,” he replied honestly. “I think I need time to get my head around it.”
Although disappointed with Tom’s answer, Booker gave an understanding smile. “Take your time,” he replied. “And whatever you decide, we’ll stay friends, okay?”
Tom let out a relieved sigh. “Okay,” he answered quietly. That he might actually be falling for Booker was somewhat disconcerting, however, deep inside, he also felt a shiver of excitement at the thought of what might lie ahead.
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