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Chasing a Butterfly	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2592 -:- 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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I apologise for the delay in posting, but real life is getting in the way of my writing. Hopefully this chapter will be worth the wait.
In Peace,

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Friday October 20^th 1989 (11.48 p.m.)

A terrified scream penetrated through the still night air, waking Booker with a start. He jumped up from the couch and in his disorientation, he tripped over the coffee table and crashed to the floor. “FUCK!” he yelled as a sharp pain flared in his right shin, but as the high-pitched screaming continued, he forgot his discomfort and clambering to his feet, he ran across the darkened living room and threw open the bedroom door. A quarter moon shone through the open window, its soft light casting eerie shadows across the small room. Tom lay in a tangle of bed sheets, his wide, panicked eyes staring blindly out in front of him and his face twisted into a grotesque mask as a high pitched scream sounded through his parted lips. Perspiration glistened on his face and his bare chest gleaned, the slick droplets shimmering in the pale moonlight. It was a scene from a horror movie, a masterpiece of the slasher genre and yet it was a heart thumping reality playing out right before Booker’s eyes. He knew enough about night terrors to realize that Tom’s mind was caught somewhere between non-REM sleep and consciousness and although it was a distressing sight to witness, he knew better than to wake him. Instead, he moved forward and sitting on the edge of the mattress, he spoke in a soft, reassuring voice. “Shh baby, you’re okay, you’re okay.”
Slowly, Tom’s features relaxed and the horrific screaming stopped as quickly as it had begun. The sound of shallow breathing and the faint smell of stale sweat were all that remained of the nightmarish hell that had momentarily trapped his mind and paralyzed him with an unseen fear. The entire episode had lasted only a few minutes, but for Booker, it had seemed like a lifetime and as he gazed down into his friend’s now tranquil face, he felt a reluctance to leave his side. He was not sure what Tom’s reaction would be when he woke up to find him sleeping beside him, but it was a risk he was willing to take and swinging his legs onto the mattress, he lay down on his back and stared up at the ceiling.
Minutes slowly ticked into hours and just before dawn, he fell into an exhausted sleep.
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Saturday October 21^st1989 (8.23 a.m.)
Dazzling sunlight streamed in through the bedroom window and with an exhausted yawn, Booker’s eyes fluttered open. He had been asleep for less than an hour and his weary mind protested at the interruption to its much needed downtime. Moaning sleepily, he turned on his side and prepared to snuggle back under the comforting warmth of the bedclothes when he was met by two dark, soulful eyes staring intently at him from just inches away.
He let out a yelp of surprise before remembering the previous night’s events and with a relieved sigh, he rubbed a hand over his bleary eyes and gave his bedmate an embarrassed smile. “Hey.”
Tom’s chocolate brown eyes gazed back inquisitively. “Hey yourself,” he replied in a soft voice.
Feeling the need to explain why they were sharing a bed, Booker struggled to articulate his explanation. “You… um… last night… you had a… I dunno, I suppose it was night terrors and I—”
“I never really thanked you for bailing me out,” Tom interrupted in a low voice.
Surprised by the change of conversation, Booker peered at Tom through his long, dark lashes. “Um… okay.”
Tom’s lips tilted into a familiar smile. “So thank you. I don’t know how you afforded it or how you made those other charges disappear, but I owe you a lot.”
It was Booker’s turn to smile and a lazy, knowing grin played over his lips. “Sometimes the truth is the best option.”
A soft, questioning frown knitted Tom’s brows together. “Huh?”
Booker let out a low laugh. “I told my Captain I knocked out Harry and ran away with you because I was in love with you and I couldn’t bear to see you so screwed up. Surprisingly, he took it pretty well.”
Tom’s eyes widened incredulously. “No… friggin’… way,” he uttered in disbelief. “You really said that?”
The grin on Booker’s face widened and he nodded his head. “Yep. Actually, it was Harry’s idea and it worked perfectly… except for the six months probation.”
A dark cloud passed over Tom’s face. “You’re on probation? Jesus Dennis, you shouldn’t have—”
“Too late,” Booker replied in a soft, resolute voice. “I made my choice so let’s not talk about it, okay?”
As Tom stared into Dennis’ jet black eyes, his pulse quickened. Never before had a friend acted so selflessly without expectation of reward or compensation and he felt a flutter of love in his heart that awakened a fervor within him that he had successfully buried since Amy’s death. Over the past week, he was slowly beginning to believe that he was capable of love because what he felt for Dennis was a raw, burning passion that had his nerves tingling with excitement and his blood running straight to his genitals. But it was more than that. It was a desperate ache in his heart and a hopeless longing for a gentle look or a tender smile that was his and his alone. He wanted Dennis to only have eyes for him and for no one else to exist in his world.
He wanted to be his lover.
His heart hammered in his chest and as he quickly pushed away the disturbing thought that he was selfishly ruining his friend’s life, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against the alluring flesh of Booker’s mouth.
Although Tom’s lips barely made contact, a charge of sexual awakening shot through Booker’s body and his nerve endings jangled with a fiery bolt of electricity that stimulated his cock, bringing it to life. After everything Tom had endured in the last week; his drug withdrawal, arrest and rape, Booker knew his self esteem was low and that he was battling both emotional and physical demons. Therefore, as much as he yearned to have a relationship with him, he knew it was in Tom’s best interest to take a step back and just be there as a friend. However, that was the moral superego part of his psyche stepping in and taking control. The selfish id part of his psyche had boldly laid his heart on the table the night before because he wanted Tom to know he was in love with him, in the faint hope that his confession would bring them together. But after Tom’s violent reaction to his declaration, his superego had won the battle and he had accepted his fate that there would be no romance and they were destined to forever be friends.
Except…
Tom’s tongue gently parted his lips and when the moist flesh caressed the tip of his tongue, a low excited groan rumbled from deep within his chest. His dream was rapidly becoming a reality and his blood ignited, the heat flaring straight to his groin. But with the euphoria came a nagging doubt and his superego stepped in and broke the kiss.
“What are we doing?” he whispered in a breathless voice, his dark eyes desperately searching Tom’s face for answers.
Without hesitation, Tom leaned in and sucked seductively on Booker’s lower lip. “Isn’t this what you want?” he murmured softly and reaching under the covers, he trailed a light finger up and down Booker’s naked torso.
The sensation of Tom’s fingers gently caressing his bare skin increased Booker’s desires and wrapping an arm around his slender body, he pulled him close. “Yes,” he breathed as he nipped and sucked at the soft flesh of Tom’s soft lips. “But my head's telling me to back off.”
The feel of Booker’s erection rubbing against him had Tom panting with delight and gazing at his friend, he ground his pelvis against the hard mound. “And what's your heart telling you to do?” he moaned, the thrill of the stimulation making his nerves jangle with anticipation.
Throwing back the bed sheets, Booker flipped Tom onto his back and straddling his thighs, he grasped hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head. Leaning forward, his dark eyes softened as he gazed into Tom’s exquisitely beautiful face. “It’s telling me to love you.”
Tom drew in a sharp intake of breath and his eyes gleamed with a hot passion. “Then do it,” he breathed.
“Oh baby,” Booker moaned and ducking his head, he pressed his mouth against Tom’s parted lips and kissed him passionately. Tom’s pelvis thrust forward, his cock aching for contact and with a grin, Booker broke the kiss and gazed deep into the liquid pools of his lover’s dark eyes. “Is there something you want baby?” he teased in a low voice.
A flash of desire darkened Tom’s eyes. “Touch me,” he moaned.
Letting go of Tom’s wrists, Booker straightened up and slipping his fingers inside the waistband of his lover’s cotton boxers, he slowly lowered them until his cock sprang free. The sight of Tom’s long, thick shaft laying against his flat belly sent a shiver of desire through his body. He could see precum glistening on the tip, and more than anything, he longed to coat his tongue with the sapidity of the juices leaking from the smooth cockhead. But he was not about to rush things. He enjoyed the foreplay and before he was through, he would have his lover trembling beneath his touch, begging him for release because Tom was now his puppet and he was the puppeteer.
With a cheeky grin he shuffled down the bed, the heat in his eyes igniting a fire deep inside Tom's soul. With a slow, teasing motion, he leisurely pulled down Tom’s boxers, revealing his flesh inch by inch until they were finally free from his body. His own erection jutted forward, tenting his shorts and he longed to release it from its confines so he could rub it against Tom’s naked flesh. But he was determined to take it slow because he wanted to remember the moment forever.
Taking hold of Tom’s left leg, he gently bent it at the knee before positioning himself between his open legs and with one fluid motion, he ducked his head and swept his tongue up the length of Tom’s inner thigh. He could feel the warm flesh quivering beneath him and he paused to suck on the tight skin as his fingers gently rubbed over the rough flesh of Tom’s perineum. A loud moan sounded from above and he could feel Tom’s legs trembling uncontrollably. He smiled against the smoothness of the skin beneath his lips and moving his head slightly to the right, he lightly mouthed over Tom’s sac.
The stimulation was unlike anything Tom had ever experienced and his body squirmed beneath Booker’s hot mouth. “Oh God,” he moaned, “oh God,” and reaching down, he stroked his weeping cock.
Sensing movement from above, Booker lifted his head and with a taunting grin, he sat up and gently removed Tom’s hand from his burgeoning erection. “No touching,” he admonished in a soft, singsong voice, his dark eyes twinkling with excitement.
Tom groaned at the loss of stimulation, but his body soon began to writhe on the crumpled bed sheets when Booker hovered over his erection, touching his sensitive cockhead with his breath. “I’m so hard Dennis, oh God, I’m so hard,” he whimpered in a breathless voice. “I need more… kiss it Dennis… oh God kiss it.”
Booker’s eyes flared with passion and sweeping his tongue across his lips in readiness, he ducked his head and kissed Tom’s weeping slit.
A jolt of fire shot through Tom’s body and reaching out, he tangled his fingers in Dennis’ dark, tousled hair. “Again,” he gasped, “kiss it again!”
Without hesitation, Booker obliged. He sucked lovingly on the tip before swirling his tongue around the coronal ridge. Rough hands ripped through his hair, urging him on and taking a breath, he ran his mouth up and down the full length of Tom’s shaft, devouring his rock hard erection with greedy lips.
“Yesss!” Tom hissed and grasping hold of the headboard above him, he thrust his hips off the bed. “That feels… so… fucking… good!”
Booker opened up his throat and allowed Tom to fuck his mouth and when his lover’s movements became frantic, he took control of the situation and gently grasping the base of his cock, he moved his mouth back up the long shaft. When he reached the tip, he took a breath and wrapping his lips around the weeping cockhead, he began to hum.
The vibration was the most erotic sensation Tom had ever experienced and with a yell, he exploded from within, flooding Booker's mouth with his semen. “JEEESUUUS!”
As Tom’s juices coated his tongue, Booker’s own body reacted and without any physical stimulation, he ejaculated into his boxers. Never before could he remember having such an intense reaction to the taste of another man’s semen and he moaned against the softening cock in his mouth. At that very moment, he felt complete.
Seconds later, gentle hands guided him upward and the two men hungrily sought out each other’s mouths. Tom groaned as the taste of his own juices transferred from Booker's tongue to his own, the salty fluid uniting them as one and it was then that he knew he had found his soul mate.
When the kiss eventually slowed, he gently pulled away and tenderly brushing Dennis’ hair from his face, he gazed deep into his dark eyes. “I love you,” he whispered in a trembling voice.
The admission was so unexpected Booker’s jaw dropped open and he stared at Tom in surprise. “Jesus Tommy… I… Jesus.”
It was not the reaction Tom had anticipated. His face flushed with embarrassment and he immediately lowered his gaze. “Sorry,” he muttered. “That was stupid.”
Hearing the pain in Hanson’s voice, Booker immediately regretted his clumsy response. “No!” he exclaimed quickly and wrapping his arms around Tom’s slender waist, he pulled him close. “It’s not stupid, it’s… Jesus Tom, do you really feel that way about me?”
Tom’s lower lip pushed into a soft pout as he slowly nodded his head. “I’ve been trying to ignore it because I don’t want to ruin your life and— ”
“Whoa!” Booker interrupted and reaching out, he cupped Tom’s face in the palm of his hand. “You’re not ruining my life Tommy, you’re completing it because I’ve loved you since the first day I met you.”
Tom’s eyebrows shot up in astonishment. “Really? I thought… Jesus, I don’t know what I thought, I mean, I knew you liked me but— ”
“Love you,” Booker corrected with a smile and gazing into Tom’s eyes, his expression softened. “I want to try and make this work,” he murmured as his thumb stroked Tom’s smooth cheek. “Whatever happens, I want to try.”
A dark cloud passed over Tom’s flushed face. “Even if I go to prison?” he whispered in an anguished voice.
“Even if you go to prison,” Booker stated resolutely and rolling onto his back, he pulled Tom onto his chest and gently tugged at the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
Tom’s eyes fluttered closed and he took comfort from the gentle caress. Maybe, despite everything, he had a chance to again live a normal life, if only for a short while.
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