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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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The clanging of church bells woke Tom from a troubled sleep. His stomach growled, reminding him he had not eaten in over twenty-four hours. Sitting up, he rubbed at his eyes as a soft voice spoke from the opposite side of the room, “Merry Christmas Tommy.”
Turning his head, Tom saw Booker sitting in the chair, covered by a blanket. Ashamed of his behavior the night before, Tom ducked his head and mumbled, “Merry Christmas.”
Booker stood up and dropping the blanket, he walked over to the bed and sat down. Taking Tom’s hand, he tried to get his lover to meet his gaze, but Tom’s head remained bowed. Reaching out, Booker took hold of Tom’s chin and gently tilted his head. “Can you forgive me?” he whispered beseechingly.
Biting down on his lower lip to prevent himself from crying, Tom nodded before allowing Booker to hug him. Dennis’ lips found his and they kissed tenderly. Desperate to feel loved, Tom thrust his tongue deep into Booker’s mouth as his hand dropped into Dennis’ lap and began massaging Booker’s cock through the thin cotton of his boxers. With a grunt, Dennis broke the kiss and gently pulled Tom’s hand away. “Don’t,” he muttered, “You don’t have to do anything—“
“I want to,” Tom breathed, as he trailed his finger down Booker’s naked chest. “I didn’t mean what I said last night. I was angry with Werner for treating me like his bitch and I took it out on you. It was stupid.”
Dennis stilled Tom’s hand. “Why did he make you feel like a bitch?” he asked softly, needing to know the answer but not certain that he really wanted a blow-by-blow description.
“Forget it,” Tom whispered as he attempted to distract Booker by stroking at his nipple.
Pushing Tom’s hand away, Booker stood up. He did not want Tom to use sex as a way of silencing him. “Tell me what he did,” the demanded gently, “Did he hurt you?”
Shaking his head, Tom wondered what he should tell Booker. He could feel the shame and humiliation burning at his cheeks and he quickly looked away. As Dennis sat back down on the bed, Tom slowly turned to face him. Booker’s dark eyes bore into him and he knew he needed to tell the truth otherwise their relationship was worthless. Taking a deep breath, he described the night’s events.
Dennis sat listening without interrupting. “I can’t believe he slapped you,” he whispered when Tom had finished. What upset him the most though, was the thought of Tom writhing on top of Robbie Werner. He wanted to feel Tom squirming on top of him, moaning his name. It amused him slightly that Tom thought being on top was girly. Booker had reached some of his most intense orgasms whilst riding another man.
Aware that Tom was staring at him, Booker quickly changed his expression but not before Tom asked coldly, “What’s so funny?”
Rubbing his head nervously, Booker knew he had to tread carefully or risk upsetting Tom further. “Nothing. It was wrong for him to hit you Tommy and I never thought he would do something like that. But… um… him wanting you on top? That’s just… it’s just something guys do sometimes, it doesn’t mean he thought of you as a girl.”
“Oh,” Tom replied as his cheeks reddened. “I guess I’ve got a lot to learn huh?” When Booker did not reply, he sighed heavily. “I ruined it Booker, I told Werner I didn’t want to see him anymore. I could have made two hundred dollars in a week.”
A feeling of elation rushed through Booker’s body and he ducked his head so Tom would not see the joy on his face. Quickly composing himself, he looked up and gave Tom a reassuring smile. “It doesn’t matter, we can still make money and then… then we can leave.”
Pouting seductively, Tom edged in closer as his fingers once again began to massage Booker’s groin. “Do you still wanna run away with me?” he whispered, smiling mischievously as he felt Booker’s cock twitch beneath his hand.
“Nope,” Booker teased, as he started to nip and suck at the taut skin of Tom’s neck. “You’re too much work.”
Grinning, Tom gave Dennis’ cock a hard squeeze in retaliation and Booker gasped loudly at the pleasure/pain he felt run through him. Pushing Tom back on the bed, he quickly straddled Tom’s slim body. “You’re gonna pay for that McQuaid,” he laughed. “I’m gonna make you squirm.”
Tom’s pupils enlarged and he gazed back at Booker with dark, seductive eyes. “Do it,” he whispered, as he reached back and wrapped his fingers around the wooden slats of the headboard. Witnessing Tom stretched out in supplication, Booker’s body quivered with anticipation. The thought of Tom tied to the bed flashed across his mind and he groaned loudly. Leaning forward, he kissed Tom forcefully, as he pulled down his lover’s boxers and freed his semi erect cock. Tom moaned as Booker began to fondle him. His hips bucked forward as he felt Dennis’ tongue lick at the tip of his cock. “I wanna see you,” Tom moaned, “I wanna see your cock.”
It was Booker’s turn to moan. Awkwardly pulling at his boxers, he groaned in frustration until he finally managed to rid himself of the unwanted material. Tom’s eyes remained fixed upon Booker’s groin as his lover’s gentle fingers tugged and fondled him. He watched with fascination as Dennis erection grew without any physical stimulation. Moaning, Tom thrust his shaft forcefully into Booker’s hand, his eyes silently begging him to pull harder. Grinning, Booker let go and panting heavily he sat back and murmured playfully, “Tell me what you want.”
“Pull harder,” Tom moaned, as his body writhed underneath Booker’s. “I wanna come.”
“I dunno,” Booker teased, tweaking one of Tom’s nipples and making him wriggle. “Maybe… you want me to kiss it.”
Tom’s eyes shimmered with arousal. “Yesss!” he panted heavily, “Oh fuck Dennis, yesss!”
Tom’s passionate plea had the desired effect on Booker. Bending forward, he pressed his lips tenderly against Tom’s weeping cockhead. A shock went through Tom like an electric charge and he cried out as he thrust his pelvis off the mattress. Wrapping his lips around Tom’s engorged head, Dennis sucked and licked as his lover squirmed beneath him. Wanting to see him ejaculate, Booker sat up and enveloping Tom’s cock with his hand, he began to tug up and down as Tom thrust into his fist. Panting, Booker felt his own cock begin to weep. “Touch me Tommy,” he begged, “I wanna come with you.”
Tom let go of the headboard and took Booker into his hand. As they tugged each other fervently, Tom became more vocal, “That… feels… so… fucking… good… oh fuck… harder… oh fuck… harder!… oh fuck… DENNIS!” His orgasm hit violently and he ejaculated forcefully over his stomach.
Several moments later, Booker threw back his head and cried out Tom’s name as he too climaxed. Falling forward, he lay on top of Tom and kissed him passionately. He could feel the stickiness of Tom’s orgasm beneath him and he moaned softly as he envisioned soaping up his lover’s body under the shower. Slowing down the kiss, Booker gently pulled away and gazed into Tom’s serene face. “I love you,” he whispered as his finger traced lightly over Tom’s lips.
A lump formed in Tom’s throat. He could not remember ever hearing those words before. He knew his mother must have said them to him but he could not remember it. Feeling slightly insecure, he gave Booker a shy smile. “I… I love you too.”
Grinning, Booker clambered over Tom’s body and lay down next to him. Wrapping his arms around his lover he murmured, “You’d better, ‘cause I can’t imagine my life without you.”
Tom did not reply as he processed Booker’s words. Hearing them aloud made their relationship seem far more real. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to relinquish his body completely to Booker and from then on, there would be no turning back.
Ever.
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Emerging from a light doze, Booker nudged Tom gently in the ribs. “Time to get you clean,” he murmured as he nuzzled into Tom’s neck.
Tom yawned sleepily. “Don’t wanna,” he muttered as he pushed his lower lip into a soft pout. His expression had the desired effect and Booker pulled him into his arms and sucked lovingly on the protruding flesh. Closing his eyes, Tom moaned quietly as Booker rained kisses up and down his body. Tom felt his cock once again come alive and he pushed Booker’s hand down to his groin, silently encouraging him to touch him.
Booker grinned as he lazily sucked on Tom’s taut stomach before lifting his head and giving Tom a playful slap on the thigh. “Come on, shower.”
Groaning loudly, Tom threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Booker followed and the two boys entered the bathroom. Tom waited as Booker adjusted the temperature of the faucets before both boys stepped under the warm water. Pushing Tom against the wall, Dennis kissed him passionately as his hand wandered down the length of Tom’s torso before stopping at his navel. He playfully swirled his finger around the indentation as Tom moaned into his mouth. As Booker began to move his hand back up Tom’s body, Tom nipped him on the lip. Tasting blood, Booker pulled away and raised his eyebrows in question. Tom slowly cast his eyes downwards and Booker did not need a second invitation. Laughing lightly, he let his hand drop back down as he gently began to fondle Tom’s growing erection. Licking along Tom’s chiseled jaw line, Booker stopped to suck on Tom’s earlobe as he whispered, “I like it when you tell me what to do.”
A soft moan emitted from Tom’s lips. “Kiss it,” he murmured, his voice husky with arousal. “Slowly.”
Dropping to his knees, Booker placed one hand on Tom’s hip and the other at the base of Tom’s cock, as he lightly pressed his full lips against Tom’s cockhead. He savored Tom’s unique taste as he swirled his tongue around the weeping slit. He continued to pepper kisses over the engorged head as Tom ran his fingers roughly through Booker's wet hair. The warm water cascaded over their bodies, intensifying their arousal. “Suck me,” Tom panted, as he rocked his hips back and forth. Booker took Tom’s weeping cock into his mouth. He skillfully rolled his tongue as he sucked deep and hard. Tom’s legs started to shake as he felt his second orgasm rising. He looked down to see that Booker had his hand wrapped around his own cock and was feverishly masturbating. “FUCK YEAH!” Tom cried as he grasped a handful of Booker’s hair and forcefully slammed his cock in and out of his lover’s willing mouth. Booker opened up his throat and allowed Tom full access. “I’m coming… I’m coming,” Tom panted as he thrust deeper into Booker’s mouth. With a final cry, his hot semen shot into Dennis’ throat. Tasting Tom’s essence was all it took to push Booker over the edge. With a moan, he ejaculated over his fingers. As his body shuddered, he felt Tom’s legs give way and they ended up in a tangled heap on the shower floor. Laughing, Tom pulled Dennis into a tight hug. As the water started to run cold, they jumped to their feet and quickly washed away the remnants of their orgasms.
Exiting the cubicle, they dried each other’s bodies, taking the time to stop every few minutes to press their lips together and kiss tenderly. Eventually emerging from the steamy room, they dressed in jeans and t-shirts. Tom moved over to the window and stared out at the busy traffic. It was Christmas Day and everyone seemed to have a place to go. A lump formed in his throat, as he thought of Doug all alone in the confines of the juvenile lockup. He felt Booker’s arm around his waist and he turned and managed a small smile. “What’s wrong?” Dennis asked, his eyes searching Tom’s face for answers.
“I was thinking about Doug,” Tom replied. Seeing the look of concern on Booker’s face, he attempted another smile. “It’s okay.”
The forced smile did not fool Booker and he held Tom close as he whispered, “You’ll see him soon Tommy, in a few months you’ll be together again.”
Tom nodded and pulling away, he moved to the bed and sat down. Picking up the TV remote, he flicked on to a cheesy Christmas movie, hoping it would take his mind off Doug. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Booker rummaging through his tatty shopping bag before pulling out a rectangular package. Tom’s heart fluttered; Booker had bought him a Christmas present.
Walking over, Booker sat down next to Tom and handed him the parcel. “Merry Christmas Tommy,” he said with a shy smile. “It’s not much but I hope you like it.”
Tom ripped excitedly at the brown paper wrapper to reveal a worn copy of To Kill a Mocking Bird. His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to think of something to say. What use was a book to him when he could not read? Sensing Tom’s discomfort, Booker laid a hand on Tom’s knee. “Don’t you like it?” he asked quietly. “I saw your copy of Catcher and I thought you might like this as well.”
The book slipped from Tom’s fingers and he pushed the heels of his hands against his eyes as he choked back a sob. “I can’t fucking read!” he cried angrily, his shame all consuming.
“What?” Booker exclaimed in surprise. “But Tommy, you carry that book around. I don’t understand.”
“My teacher… gave it… to me,” Tom hiccuped as he roughly wiped away his tears of humiliation with the palm of his hand. Composing himself, he continued, “This teacher, he was so nice. He said he’d help me learn and I really wanted to but then Doug got arrested—“
“Shh,” Booker comforted as he held Tom close. Stroking at Tom’s damp hair, Booker once again realized how little he really knew about Tom McQuaid. The thought that a fifteen-year-old could not read was incomprehensible to Dennis, who had a great love of books and the written word. He knew that if Tom wanted to escape from the horrors of street life, he would have to have an education. Slowly, a plan formed in Booker’s mind. There was no reason why he could not teach Tom to read. There was no doubt in Dennis’ mind that Tom had a high intellect, so learning under the right circumstances would not be a problem. He understood that he would need to exercise patience during his role as teacher. Tom could be a firecracker when pushed and he did not want his friend to feel disillusioned when it became too difficult. Smiling, he lifted Tom’s face and gently kissed his lips. “I love you Tommy,” he murmured lovingly against Tom’s soft pout, “I’ll do anything for you and if you want to learn to read, I’ll teach you.”
A small shiver ran down Tom’s spine and he gazed back adoringly at Booker. He felt so incredibly lucky to have someone like Dennis in his life. He was convinced that their chance meeting in a laneway had been fate. When he had lost his brother and protector, Tom thought his world had shattered. Now that he had Dennis, Tom felt like he was slowly starting to heal from all the hurt and abuse that he had endured throughout his short life.
Hugging Booker close, Tom was certain that he would soon be able to give Booker what he most desired, the two things Tom had not yet been able to surrender completely. His body and his soul.
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