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I Only Have Eyes for You	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hell Hath No Fury ...
- 2-Ooo, Baby, Baby!
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Four hours later
Standing outside Tom’s apartment with the key in his hand, Booker was surprised at how nervous he felt. All day, the annoying little voice had persistently whispered in his ear that he might suddenly find himself mourning the loss of the man he loved, and now that he was about to face Tom, cold tendrils of panic chilled his heart. No matter how hard he tried, he had been unable to rid himself of the undesirable thought that Tom might have invited him over to inform him he wanted to end their relationship, even though common sense dictated that given the circumstances of their arranged meeting, the likelihood of that happening was slim to zero. However, what he did know was that he could not lose Tom; the young officer was his everything and if his stupid macho display at the club proved to be the catalyst for their breakup, he would never be able to forgive himself.
Never.
Several long seconds passed until he finally found the nerve to insert the key and turn it in the lock. His hand hesitated for a moment before he pushed open the door and staring into the darkness, he attempted to steady his nerves. Although he had been to Tom’s home many times, he was still unfamiliar with the overall layout and with his heart hammering heavily in his chest, he entered cautiously through the doorway.
“Er, Tommy?” he sang out hesitantly.
A soft voice sounded from the far end of the living room. “The light switch is by the door, on the right.”
Booker’s brow knitted together. The voice did not sound like Tom’s and immediately the hairs on the back of his neck rose to attention. Something was not right, in fact, he was starting to think that something was very, very wrong.
With his senses on high alert, his fingers fumbled over the wall until he located the switch and preparing himself for an attack, he flicked on the light.
An attractive blond woman sat on Tom’s couch, her shapely legs crossed demurely in front of her and her fuchsia lips curled into a welcoming closed-mouthed smile. “Hello, Dennis,” she murmured softly.
Booker’s eyes widened when the woman addressed him by name and he suddenly felt as though he was in the twilight zone. He had no idea who the woman was or what was happening, but his first priority was for Tom’s safety and closing the door, he took a step forward. “Look, lady, I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but you’d better tell me where Tommy is or—”
The woman emitted an unladylike snort and her mouth split into a familiar, tilting grin. “Take a closer look, Dennis,” she giggled, her long, mascara coated lashes fluttering seductively.
Blood pounded in Booker’s ears and taking a step closer, he peered into the woman’s elegantly made-up face. At first, there was no recognition, but when he gazed into the soft, chocolate brown eyes, his eyebrows shot up in surprise and his eyes widened in disbelief. “Tommy?”
Tom’s grin widened and he laughed softly. “So, what do you think? Am I hot enough for you?”
Booker’s lustful gaze wandered slowly over Tom’s body, studying him from head to toe. The blond, bob styled wig curled flatteringly around his attractive face. His makeup was subtle, yet stylish; expertly applied eyeliner emphasizing his expressive eyes, pink lipstick staining his full, pouty lips and a sweep of blusher highlighting his cheekbones, the soft color defining his perfect features. He was exquisite in the beauty of his gender fluidity, but the wonderment did not stop there. Dressed in a pale blue sweater and a pencil skirt, Tom cut a fine figure in the body-hugging clothing and Booker’s eyes roved salaciously over the two small bumps molded beneath the tight knitwear. The sight was so erotic, his cock hardened instantly and a small moan escaped from between his lips.
“This is what you want … right?” Tom whispered in a husky voice and standing up, he took hold of Booker’s hand and placed it against his padded chest. “This is what you miss?”
“Oh, baby,” Booker groaned excitedly and placing his free hand on the nape of Tom’s neck, he guided him forward and tenderly pressed his lips against his lover’s painted pout. As their tongues danced an erotic tango, he moved his hand downwards and cupping Tom’s shapely buttock, he squeezed it playfully. “Mmm,” he murmured against the bow of his lover’s lips.
Tom smiled into the kiss and sucking lovingly on the soft flesh of Dennis’ lower lip, he slowly pulled away and gazed adoringly into his lover’s dark eyes, waiting for him to answer his question. Seconds passed and Booker’s hand continued to rove over Tom’s buttocks, but his voice remained silent.
“Dennis?” Tom prompted.
The soft allure of Hanson’s voice amplified Booker’s lustful hunger and his greedy gaze traveled over his lover’s taut body. “Jesus,” he moaned, “you have no idea how much you’re turning me on right now.”
Tom’s smile slowly faded and his dark eyes became troubled. “Because I look like a woman?” he asked sadly.
“Baby, no!” Booker exclaimed softly. “You turn me on … You. You could dress in a burlap sack and you’d still be the sexiest man alive to me. I love you and I’m so sorry about what happened at the club, I behaved like a jerk.”
Although somewhat reassured by Booker’s words, Tom was not wholly convinced. “But you were lusting after that woman,” he stated quietly, “and you said you missed being with a female.”
Cupping Tom’s face in his hands, Booker kissed him lovingly. “I like women, Tommy, you know that,” he explained gently, “but you’re the one I love and I promise you, I’d never cheat on you … never.”
A pink flush stained Tom’s cheeks and he tugged awkwardly at the tight skirt hugging his slender hips. “I feel pretty stupid,” he admitted with a self-conscious smile.
Booker’s eyes flashed with arousal. “Are you kidding me?” he whispered, his hands once again roving over Tom’s hard body. “Role play could be just what we need to keep the spice in our relationship.”
Tom’s tilting smile returned. “Are you telling me you’ve fantasized about me dressing like a woman,” he teased softly.
“Maybe,” Booker admitted with a cheeky grin and squeezing Tom’s butt cheek, the tip of his tongue darted out and licked salaciously over his lips. “Are you wearing lace panties?” he asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes flashing with excitement.
A seductive smile played over Tom’s rose-tinted lips and tipping his head on one side, his eyes twinkled enticingly as he battered his long, thick lashes. “Why don’t you put your hand up my skirt and find out.”
“Fuuuck,” Booker breathed and grabbing hold of Tom’s hand, he pulled him towards the bedroom.
“Wait!” Tom laughed, his heeled court shoes causing him to stumble.
Booker paused long enough for Tom to kick off his shoes before dragging him into the bedroom and pushing him down onto the bed. Biting down provocatively on his lower lip, Tom gave a coy smile and held his hand out invitingly. “C’mere.”
With an excited growl, Booker climbed on top of Tom and kissed him forcefully. Teeth and tongues clashed as their passion intensified and pushing open Tom’s legs, Booker’s fingertips began to trail over the flesh of his inner thigh. But he stopped abruptly and breaking the kiss, he gazed down at Tom in astonishment. “You shaved your legs?”
Tom’s eyebrows waggled playfully. “I shaved everywhere,” he confided in a soft whisper.
The confession was too much for Booker and sitting up, he straddled Tom’s lower legs. His broad chest heaved with excitement and taking hold of the hem of Tom’s skirt, he slowly pushed the material upwards and inch by inch, he exposed a little more of the soft, smooth flesh of his lover's legs. With trembling hands, he pushed a little further until he revealed a pair of black lace panties, the silky material barely covering the noticeable bulge of Tom’s hardening cock. “Oh, baby,” he whispered and dropping to his hands, he ducked his head and mouthed lightly over the scant material, his warm breath twitching Tom’s cock to life.
With a moan, Tom’s eyes fluttered closed and his long fingers entwined in his lover’s dark, unruly hair. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned softly, his body squirming beneath the titillating touch. “Oh, Dennis.”
“Do you like that, beautiful?” Booker breathed against Tom’s panty-clad groin, his tongue sweeping over the intricate lace. “Are you getting hard?”
"Yesss," Tom gasped, his hips rising off the mattress. "God, yes!"
Booker’s lips hovered tantalizingly close to Tom's growing bulge. "Take off the sweater," he instructed softly.
"Dennis, please," Tom implored, the timbre of his voice rising in desperation. “I’m so fucking hard!”
"Do it," Booker demanded quietly, his dominant personality coming to the fore. “I wanna see what you’re wearing underneath.”
Tom’s face flushed a flattering shade of pink and taking a deep breath, he grabbed hold of the bottom of the thin sweater and pulled it over his head, discarding it onto the floor. Within seconds, Booker had yanked off his skirt, leaving him dressed in only a bra and panties and he immediately felt embarrassed and exposed. But when he looked up into Booker’s face, he did not see the ridicule he had expected. Instead, his lover’s eyes shone with a depth of love that had his heart racing with excitement. It had been a long time since he had seen such an intense look of devotion in his lover’s eyes and even though he felt slightly embarrassed, he knew it was worth the humiliation. He had his Booker back and nothing else mattered.
Dennis remained mesmerized by the erotic sight laid out before him. "Christ," he whispered under his breath, his dark eyes gazing in wonderment at Tom's semi-naked body. "You're ... so ... fucking ... gorgeous.”
The heat flaming at Tom’s face intensified, but his bashfulness was quickly forgotten when Booker ducked his head and sucked on his cock through the lace material. “More,” he moaned, his fingers tugging lightly at his lover’s dark hair.
Smiling against the hard mound, Booker flicked his tongue over Tom’s cockhead. “Do you want me to suck you, baby?” he teased softly.
Tom was so hard, the flimsy black material barely contained his erection. “Yesss,” he whimpered, “I need it Dennis … oh God, I need it!”
A lascivious grin spread over Booker’s face. His own cock was straining against his denims, demanding attention and he wondered how long he would be able to hold out before he blew his load. The sight of Tom dressed in a black lace bra and panties, was the most stimulating sight he had ever seen and he felt overcome with emotion knowing that his lover was willing to dress as a woman just to please him. However, the self-sacrificing act only served to emphasize how selfishly he had behaved. He knew he was guilty of taking their relationship for granted and not bestowing the love and attention on Tom that he deserved. Hanson was his world and he made a silent vow not to allow him to feel that level of desperation ever again … never.
With shaky hands, he slowly pulled down the lace material, revealing not only Tom’s burgeoning cock, but also a freshly shaved pubic area and his eyes widened in surprise. He had thought Hanson was joking when he had stated that he had shaved everywhere, but it now appeared he was not. His slim, taut body was smooth and hairless, and the erogenous sight only added to Booker’s arousal. He felt like a kid in a candy shop; he was in carnal heaven.
Tossing the discarded panties to the floor, he positioned himself between Tom’s bent knees and pushing open his legs, he traced a teasing finger up the underside of his erection. “Oh, baby,” he murmured seductively, his dark eyes twinkling with desire. “I’m gonna suck you so hard, you’re gonna pop like warm champagne.”
Tom’s long, black lashes fluttered attractively against his cheeks and his hips rocked forward urgently. “Less talking,” he chided with a moan, “I wanna feel your lips around me.”
“Cheeky,” Booker admonished softly and lowering his head, he swept his tongue up the length of Tom’s shaft. “In case you’ve forgotten, Hanson, I’m the one in charge.”
An amused smile twitched at the corners of Tom’s lips and opening his eyes, he placed a finger under Booker’s chin and tilted his head upwards until they made eye contact. “In your dreams, Officer Booker,” he crooned. “This is my game and I make the rules … got it?”
Although he did not think it was possible, Booker’s cock lengthened even more and he groaned softly. “Whatever you say, baby,” he acquiesced and ducking his head, he flicked his tongue over the tip of Tom’s smooth cockhead.
“That’s it,” Tom groaned, his fingers tangling in his lover’s hair, “taste me, Dennis, I want you to taste me and then I want you to fuck me.”
A low growl resonated deep within Booker’s chest and moistening his lips, he pressed them against Tom’s slit and sucked. Long fingers tugged at his hair, the sharp pain in his scalp adding to his arousal and as he licked and sucked at the saliferous precum leaking from Tom’s cock, he fumbled at his zipper. But to his horror, as soon as his fingers made contact with his cock, a shiver of excitement ran down the length of his body and with a cry, he ejaculated over his fingers.
Lifting his head, he stared down at his softening cock in dismay. “Shit,” he whispered in disbelief. “Shit, shit, shit, shit …”
Disappointed by the loss of contact, Tom struggled to his elbows and stared at Booker in surprise. “Jesus,” he muttered when he realized what the problem was. “How did that happen?”
Booker’s cheeks flushed a deep red. “I don’t know,” he groaned in embarrassment. “I mean, I haven’t done that since I was about fourteen. Fuck! Why did it have to happen now?”
Tom felt Dennis’ pain, but his own cock lay almost flat against his stomach, craving attention and reaching out a hand, he gently caressed his lover’s cheek. “I guess I really am hot,” he teased softly.
Although devastated, Booker managed a tiny smile. “I’m really sorry,” he lamented, his dark eyes filling with shame. “I ruined everything.”
Placing a hand on the nape of Booker’s neck, Tom pulled him forward and kissed him tenderly. “No, you haven’t,” he murmured against the soft flesh of his lover’s pout. “We can still have some fun.”
Kneeling back on his haunches, Booker gazed down at Tom’s impressive erection. “Yes, we can,” he grinned and without warning, he dropped onto his hands and capturing Tom’s cock between his lips, he swallowed him whole.
Shocked by the unexpected erotic sensation, Tom’s head fell back against the pillow and shooting his hips forward, he rammed his cock deep into Booker’s throat. “FUCK!” he yelled and grabbing a fistful of his lover’s hair, he began to thrust his cock frantically in and out of the warm, moist mouth.
“Ah ah ah ah ah …” he cried softly as Booker’s full lips slid over his thick shaft. “So good … it feels … so … fucking … good.”
Slowing his pace, Booker leisurely moved his lips up Tom’s length before swirling his tongue enticingly around the smooth cockhead.
“Don’t stop,” Tom whimpered, his body squirming in desperation. “I’m close, Dennis, I’m so fucking close!”
Booker’s jet black eyes shone brightly. The sight of Tom dressed only in a black lacy bra, his leaking cock laying flat against his taut belly, was something he would never forget and he soaked in the erotic vision laid out before him. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice hitching with emotion and ducking his head, he took Tom into his mouth and began to hum.
The soft vibration against his cockhead pushed Tom over the edge and with a cry, his hips shot forward and ramming his cock against the back of Booker’s throat, he ejaculated forcefully. A full body tremor racked his slender body, sending jolts of electricity through his nerve endings and he continued to pump his softening cock between Booker’s moist lips until he was spent. Closing his eyes, he relaxed against the pillow, his chest rising and falling heavily as he enjoyed the sensation of his lover lapping and sucking at his dwindling erection and when a forceful tongue parted his lips, he reveled in the tangy taste of his own semen transferring from Booker’s saliva to his own. It was the moment he cherished most, the post-climactic calm when he felt safe and loved, and he knew there would never be another because Booker was his soul mate and they would be together forever.
Eventually, their kiss became sloppy and pulling away, Booker wrapped an arm around Tom’s waist and pulling him in close, he pushed a hand under his bra and lazily played with his nipple. “Happy?” he inquired softly.
Tom kissed the top of Booker’s head. “Perfectly.”
A comfortable silence hung in the air before Booker spoke in a soft, teasing voice. “Sooo, next time I was thinking you could wear a négligée."
Tom stared down at Booker. “Next time?” he queried with raised eyebrows. “Who says there’s gonna be a next time?”
“Oh, there’s definitely gonna be a next time,” Booker insisted with a laugh as he playfully nuzzled against Tom’s neck, “even if I have to get on my hands and knees and beg.”
Tom’s eyelids fluttered closed and he exhaled a sleepy sigh. “I like the idea of you on your hands and knees,” he murmured drowsily.
Lifting his head, Booker kissed Tom tenderly on the cheek. “Then it’s a date.”
Finis
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