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Then As It Was, Then Again It Will Be	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1347 -:- 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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With so much incriminating evidence, the case moved forward at a lightening pace. After being forensically tested, Vargas’ van revealed samples of Tom’s blood, his fingerprints and his hair. James Winton’s fingerprints, along with another man’s, Paul Donahue, were also discovered. After viewing the mug shots, Booker recognized James as the man sitting with Jake Wetherall at the Chinese restaurant the night of Tom’s attack. It was during a line-up that Tom had been able to identify both Vargas and Winton as two of his attackers. With the evidence stacking up against him and in an attempt to negotiate a lighter sentence, Vargas had no qualms in giving up Donahue as the third attacker. It had been during one of his extensive interrogations that Vargas had, in an added attempt to co-operate, revealed the whole story.
Jake Wetherall was a bible thumping, born-again Christian. The irony was that he had homosexual tendencies. He believed that by using another male as his receptacle, he could receive the pleasure in his mind of being with another man, without actually sinning against God. It turned out that James was his cousin and one night he had disclosed his plan, only to discover that Winton was more than happy to step in as the “chosen vessel” along with two of his friends. Wetherall had scouted the college campus for gay men he fancied and had then given the information to Winton. They planned the attacks down to the minute so that Jake could masturbate at the precise moment the victim was being raped.
All four men were eventually arrested and each accepted a plea bargain so as not to face a jury trial. Hanson was relieved to not have to testify and had welcomed the deal of fifteen years for Vargas, Winton and Donahue and ten years for Wetherall. His life had once again been turned upside down but he had managed to stay relatively strong until after the sentencing, when he found himself slowly regressing. He refused to attend his appointments with Doctor Madden and venturing outside became a near impossible task. Booker tried desperately to assuage his fears but Tom remained stubbornly resolute. As he sank back into depression, he withdrew further from Booker until they barely touched.
Dennis remained loyal, although his body ached for Hanson’s fingers to make contact. He still spent several nights a week on the couch at Tom and Doug’s apartment but he found himself more often than not, alone in his own bed where his fingers replaced Hanson’s in bringing himself to orgasm. It was devastating to think that it had been the conclusion of the case that had eventually driven a wedge between them. But no matter what, Dennis wanted Tom in his life and therefore he accepted the hand of friendship in lieu of love. He did not go searching for another partner, his heart still belonged to Tom and he wondered if he would ever be able to find a love so powerful again.
Arriving at Tom and Doug’s one Friday night, he met Penhall in the corridor. “Heading out?” he asked somewhat gloomily, as the thought of having to spend a night alone in the apartment with only Tom bore heavy on his heart. How he had yearned in the beginning of their relationship to spend time alone with Hanson. However, it now seemed like a cruel joke. He now had plenty of time to spend with Tom and yet he could not even reach over and give him a hug.
“Work,” Penhall replied but his voice seemed somewhat lighthearted for someone who was about to spend his Friday night at Jump Street.
“Oh,” Dennis replied disinterestedly, his thoughts remaining on Hanson.
“Yeah, um, I probably won’t be home until Sunday, so if you could, you know, make sure Tom’s looked after, that would be great,” Doug replied, a small smirk crossing his lips.
“Is everything okay?” Booker asked suspiciously, his Spidey senses tingling.
This time Penhall could not keep the smile off his face. “Everything’s great, see you in a few days,” he replied and without further explanation he walked off, leaving Dennis alone in the hallway.
“Weird,” Booker muttered to himself as he unlocked the apartment door and entered. Finding the living room empty, he cast his eye at Tom’s bedroom and saw a flickering light coming from underneath the door. “Tommy?” he called out despondently. “It’s me.”
“I’m in th-the b-bedroom,” Hanson answered, his voice slightly raised.
“Just what I need,” Booker murmured, not really wanting to see Tom in the place that held so many precious, intimate memories. Throwing down his jacket, he entered Hanson’s room and stopped dead.
The bedroom was alight with candles, their gentle flames casting soft shadows across the walls. Hanson lay under the covers, his eyes liquid brown pools of desire. “I’ve m-missed you,” he whispered somewhat timidly as Booker stared back at him open-mouthed.
“Tommy,” Booker uttered softly, barely daring to breathe. “What’s going on?”
A smile crossed Hanson’s lips, a smile that was a reflection of the Tom of old. “P-Penhall sat m-me down and st-straightened a f-few things out f-for me.”
“Penhall did?” Booker repeated unbelievingly, as his heart hammered in his chest.
“Yeah,” Tom replied softly. “He p-pretty much explained to m-me what I w-was throwing away and s-suggested I th-think about it b-before losing what m-may be the best th-thing I ever had.” Hanson’s expression was unsure as he threw back the covers and whispered, “So, are you g-going to join m-me?”
“Fuuuck yeah,” Booker groaned as he took in the sight of Tom’s naked body. Kicking off his boots, he was undressed within moments. Climbing into bed, he pulled Tom into his arms as he placed butterfly kisses over Hanson’s face and neck. “I love you,” he moaned as his hand moved down Tom’s body.
“Wait,” Hanson panted, as his body immediately reacted to Booker’s touch.
“What?” Booker moaned, his lips pressed against Tom’s throat.
Hanson pulled back so he could look deeply into Booker’s eyes. “I w-want you to m-make love to me,” he whispered shyly.
Dennis stared back. “Tom,” he spluttered incredulously. “You don’t have to—”
“I w-want to,” Tom replied, his eyes dancing in the candle light. “I want to f-feel you inside me, knowing th-that you love me.” Casting his eyes downwards he murmured, “You d-do love me d-don’t you Dennis?”
“Oh Tommy!” Booker moaned as he reached out to cup Hanson’s face with both hands, kissing him chastely. “You’re my everything.”
Grinning nervously, Hanson leaned over and opened his dresser drawer. Feeling around, he pulled out a box of condoms and a tube of lubrication. Booker’s cock was almost fully erect at the thought of finally taking Tom completely. Hanson’s fingers began stroking him to full arousal and falling back against the pillow, he felt Tom’s lips against his own and they kissed passionately. His cock now hard, he gently disengaged Tom’s fingers and sitting up he tore open a condom packet and expertly rolled it over his erection. Hanson’s eyes were wide with anxiety and leaning forward Booker stroked his hair as he murmured lovingly, “I won’t hurt you, I could never hurt you. Lay back okay?”
Tom did as he was instructed. Booker grabbed a pillow and placed it under Tom’s hips, tilting him upwards. Straddling Hanson’s body, he leaned in for another kiss. Carefully bending Tom’s knees, he opened the lube and spread it over the fingers of his right hand and over his aching erection. Again leaning forward, his left hand gently stroked Hanson’s cock as he whispered, “I’m going to use my finger first okay?”
Tom nodded as eyes grew wider with fear. Booker kissed him deeply as he reached down and carefully inserted a finger. He felt Hanson’s body tense as he pushed gently through the ring of muscle. “Is that okay?” he murmured softly.
Tom’s eyes were screwed shut. “It h-hurts,” he gasped.
Booker’s hand stilled. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his voice full of concern.
“No,” Tom panted. “Keep going.”
Dennis slowly moved his finger out and back in and as the ring of muscle relaxed, he carefully inserted a second finger. Tom still looked uncomfortable, but his face had relaxed slightly. Gently scissoring his fingers, he slowly widened Tom’s opening. Satisfied, he removed his fingers and gently guided the tip of his cock so it rested against Tom. “Ready?” he whispered, his eyes locking with Hanson’s.
Tom nodded and closing his eyes, he involuntarily held his breath. Booker pushed gently into Tom’s anus and as his cock pushed past the resistant ring of muscle, he let out a whimper of pleasure. He rocked his hips slowly back and forth as Tom’s eyes remained shut, his face pulled into a slight grimace. Shifting his position somewhat, he placed a hand under Tom’s hips and lifted him slightly as he continued to carefully move back and forth. As he increased his thrust, Tom’s eyes suddenly flew open.
“FUCK!” Hanson yelled, his eyes widening in surprise.
Dennis smiled, he had found Tom’s pleasure spot. He increased his thrusts as Tom continued his vocal appreciation. “Feels… so… fucking… good… Fuck me… Dennis… FUCK MEEE!”
Booker’s rhythm intensified and he slammed his cock in and out of Hanson’s body. Tom’s own cock was weeping heavily and Dennis knew he was close. Supporting his body on one arm, he took hold of Tom’s cock and with two tugs, he brought him to climax. Tom screamed with pleasure, as his semen covered his stomach. “YESSS!”
Within seconds, Booker’s own orgasm hit and he cried out as his seed spilled forth. He continued thrusting until his cock was soft and withdrawing, he pulled off the condom and threw it onto the floor. Crawling up the bed, he flopped down next to Tom who was panting heavily. Turning his head, Tom kissed him lovingly. When they broke apart, Tom’s face was tranquil. “Thanks,” he murmured as he stroked Dennis’ face.
“For what?” Dennis muttered sleepily.
“For healing me,” Tom replied devotedly. “I’m no longer a victim Dennis, now I’m a survivor.”

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