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A Drunk Mind Speaks a Sober Heart	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 987 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-A Kiss Is Worth a Thousand Words
- 2-On the Edge of Reality
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The tweeting of the house sparrows nesting outside Tom’s building filtered through his dream, the cheerful chirrup pulling him gently toward consciousness. As the fog cleared from his mind, the first thing he noticed was the sour aftertaste of whiskey infused with his saliva, and he muttered a groan of regret. He vaguely remembered celebrating his birthday, but the details were fuzzy, and he hoped he hadn’t made a complete ass out of himself. However, his concern became secondary as his body fully awakened and he became aware of his early-morning boner. He obviously hadn’t drunk enough to dampen his sexual urges, and without opening his eyes, he exhaled sleepily and pushed down his boxers. With a self-gratified sigh, his fingers lightly toyed with his erection, teasing it to life with gentle caresses. Taking his time, he reveled in the sensation of his cock lengthening between his fingers, the ripples of pleasure tingling his spine, awakening his desires and adding to the titillation of his arousal. As a lover, he was gentle yet passionate, and he treated his body with the same respect. Most men just wanted to get off, but for Tom, it was all about the foreplay. Despite feeling hungover, he still wanted to indulge in the eroticism of slow, sensual stimulation. It was all part of the tenderness of his nature, and it was what set him apart from most other men.
With his cock now fully erect, he moved his hand up and down the shaft, squeezing and releasing in a rhythmic motion. A surge of pleasure ran down the length of his spine, forcing an excited moan from between his semi-parted lips, but the intimacy of the moment was short-lived.
“Impressive.”
Tom’s eyes flew open, and turning his head, he stared in bewilderment into Booker’s dark, teasing eyes. “Wh-what the hell?”
“Morning,” Booker greeted with a smile. “Sleep well?”
Ignoring the courteous question, Tom continued to stare at Booker in disbelief. “Why are you in my bed?” he challenged, his voice rising in alarm.
The confusion in Tom’s eyes forced a bubble of laughter into Booker’s throat, but he managed to contain his mirth by pushing his lower lip into a faux pout. “You don’t remember? Hanson, I’m gutted.”
Raw panic widened Tom’s eyes, and furrowing his brow, he struggled to recall what had happened the night before. He remembered eating… drinking… dancing… drinking… more drinking… sitting in Booker’s car…
Then it hit him, and the words flashed through his mind like a blinking neon sign, ‘KISSING BOOKER… KISSING BOOKER… KISSING BOOKER…’
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, the color draining from his face. “We kissed… We fucking kissed!”
Pushing up onto one elbow, Booker rested his head in his hand, a cheeky, engaging smile curving his full lips. “Yeah, we did, and I’ve gotta tell you, Tommy, you seemed pretty enthusiastic about it at the time.”
As Tom’s memories became clearer, a flare of heat returned the color to his face. Unsure how to react, he remained silent, his teeth nervously worrying his lower lip. He had enjoyed the kiss, but to admit it opened a whole can of worms. Booker was obviously bisexual (how did he not know this?), so did that make him bisexual too, and if so, how the hell did he not know this? It was too much of a conundrum for his alcohol-soaked mind to deal with, and he wished he were a small child who still believed in magic. Then he could close his eyes, and become invisible to the rest of the world or, at the very least, invisible to Booker.
Taking an inordinate amount of pleasure from Tom’s discomfort, Booker’s gaze traveled down to his semi-erect cock still grasped in his hand. “So… are you gonna take care of that?” he teased with an impish grin.
Awareness dawned, and Tom’s blush immediately deepened, giving his cheeks a rosy glow. Releasing his erection, he frantically searched for the blanket before pulling it up to his chin. “Um… I… um…” he stammered, his confused mind unable to come up with what he considered an acceptable answer. There was no doubt he did want to reach the heady heights of orgasm, but now there was a new, unsettling thought forming in his mind; he wanted to jerk off, but he wanted Booker to watch.
Sensing a disturbance in Tom’s thoughts, Booker’s heart hammered heavily in his chest, and taking a deep breath, he threw caution to the wind and voiced the question hanging unspoken between them. “Do you want me to watch you, Tommy?” he murmured, his dark eyes dancing in the faint light of dawn's rising sun.
With his discomfort intensifying, the fingertips of Tom’s right hand rubbed furiously over his upper lip. “I, um, I don’t… Shit, Dennis, why would you ask me that?”
Booker’s pupils dilated with excitement, transforming his eyes into black pools of hot desire, and taking hold of Tom’s hand, he gently pulled it from his mouth. “Because you felt it too,” he suggested softly, his shallow breaths becoming more labored with the swell of his growing arousal. “When we kissed, you felt it too.”
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The truth was out there, and Tom knew if he denied the legitimacy of his feelings, the lie would forever deaden his sensibilities. It had only taken the soft, alluring timbre of Booker’s voice to reawaken his desires, and his cock once again stood to attention; the needs of the flesh now surpassing the need to protect his reputation. But he remained physically incapable of saying the words, so instead, he pushed down the blanket and revealed his magnificent erection.
For the second time in less than twelve hours, time appeared to stand still, and licking his lips appreciatively, Booker dared to ask the question that would ultimately change their relationship forever. “Do you want me to watch… or touch?”
Caught in the web of a surreal dream, Tom’s cock had the final say, and a single word quivered breathlessly from between the young officer's lips. “Touch.”
Booker’s excitement flowed straight to his cock. “Oh, Tommy,” he breathed, hardly daring to believe his ears, and sitting up, he quickly straddled Tom’s legs. But when he noticed the anxiety shining in Tom’s eyes, he started to question his own motives. Because of his own selfish desires, had he coerced Tom into agreeing to fool around? He knew he could be a manipulative sonofabitch, but what he felt for the man lying beneath him was real, and he would never defile that level of emotion just so he could get off. Therefore, although it pained him to do so, he decided to give his friend an out. “It’s okay, Tom. If you don’t want to I—”
“I do,” Tom gulped, a tremor of excitement rippling through his body. “I want you to touch me, Dennis. It’s just… I’ve never… you know… done this with a guy before.”
A burst of pure love erupted in Booker’s heart, and reaching out a hand, he tenderly brushed a rogue strand of hair from Tom’s eyes. “Yeah, well, I have, and let me tell you, Tommy, guys know what guys like.”
The corner of Tom’s mouth twitched nervously. Although anxious, he was so unbelievably horny he could barely think straight, and he knew it was because he was entering new, exciting territory, territory he never thought he would explore. His cock lay flat against his belly, the smooth, mushroom-shaped head blushing a dark shade of purple as blood rushed through his shaft, hardening him further. Confused by his body’s awakening, he wondered if he’d feel the same level of arousal if he’d woken up next to Doug. But his heart said no, this was something different, something special, something… Bookerish. The phrase made him smile, and some of his apprehension disappeared. So, he was about to let Dennis Booker jerk him off, so what? He’d done worse things in his life, and who knew? Maybe it would be fun.
Experience had taught Booker not to rush things with a first timer, and smiling lovingly down at Tom, he spoke in a tender voice. “Can I kiss you?”
Biting seductively on his lower lip, Tom nodded, and closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and waited. Seconds later, a warm mouth lightly caressed his softly parted lips, the tenderness behind the kiss sending his stomach into violent somersaults of desperate longing. When the tip of Booker’s tongue entwined with his own, a low moan rumbled in the back of his throat, and his hips rocked forward as his need for contact intensified. Booker translated the urgency behind Tom’s movements as a sign to proceed, and his fingers traveled slowly down his lover’s naked chest until they found their destination. Deepening their kiss, he lightly rubbed the pad of his thumb over Tom’s smooth cockhead.
“Ohh,” Tom moaned into Booker’s mouth, his body squirming in response to the teasing titillation.
The warmth of Hanson’s breath kindled a fire in the pit of the dark-haired officer’s gut, the emotion behind his arousal lengthening his cock. Breaking the kiss, he sat up and gazing down into the dreamy eyes staring up at him, he grew bolder. Without asking for permission, he stroked a finger over Tom’s frenulum. “Do you like that, Tommy?” he murmured, the tip of his finger lightly stimulating the sensitive tissue. “Do you want me to jerk you off?”
Tom’s eyes fluttered closed. “Yess.”
But Booker wasn’t satisfied, he wanted to see the passion in Tom’s big, brown eyes when he gave him the best handjob of his life. “Open your eyes, I want you to look at me,” he commanded softly, his hand stilling mid-stroke.
If he did as Booker asked, Tom knew he would lose the childlike shield of protection that prevented him from acknowledging the unsettling reality that he was about to engage in a sexual act with another man. But the loss of contact was too much for him to bear, and giving in to the request, he slowly opened his eyes.
“Good boy,” Booker murmured softly, and circling his thumb and index finger around the base of Tom’s cock, he teased him by gently squeezing and releasing repeatedly as he slowly moved his hand up the erect shaft.
The controlled pressure on his cock sent pleasure-spasms down the entire length of Tom’s shaft, igniting a fire in his testicles. Pre-cum bubbled from his slit, coating Booker’s fingers in the viscous fluid, the added lubrication intensifying the eroticism of the act. But it was not enough. Tom wanted more, needed more, and finding his voice, he vocalized his yearning. “Faster, Dennis,” he moaned, his fingers clutching at the rumpled bedsheet. “Faster... faster... faster.”
Grinning salaciously, Booker gave into Tom’s demand and his fist began to pump over his lover’s cock. With the buildup of pressure pushing him toward orgasm, Tom shrugged off what was left of his inhibitions, and a desperate plea tumbled from his lips in a breathless pant. “I wanna… I wanna see your cock.”
Shock registered in Booker’s dark eyes, but it only lasted for a moment and using his free hand, he reached inside his boxers and released his massive erection. Tom watched on wide-eyed as he wrapped his hand around the shaft and started jerking off, his left hand immediately falling into rhythm with his right. The sight was so sexually arousing, it took all of Tom’s control not to blow his load there and then. “Oh, God,” he gasped, his hips thrusting frantically upward. “Oh God oh God oh God.”
“Say my name,” Booker panted, his black eyes sparkling brightly.
“D-Dennis.”
“Louder, say it louder.”
“Dennis!”
“Louder!”
“DENNIS!”
“That’s it!” Dennis cried out, his hands pumping furiously over their weeping cocks. “Come for me, Tommy! Come for me!”
Unable to hold on, Tom’s testicles drew toward his body, and with a guttural cry, he climaxed forcefully, his semen splattering his smooth chest.
“Fuck yeah!” Booker yelled enthusiastically, and arching backward, he ejaculated with a loud, drawn-out groan.
The rasp of the men’s heavy breathing filled the room, the ragged pants adding to the awkwardness of the situation they now found themselves in. Having gained his release, Tom’s mind was much clearer, leaving him embarrassed and ashamed. It was a reality he couldn't deal with, and with Booker’s body looming over him, he resorted to the mode of childish protection he seemed to favor and threw an arm over his face so he wouldn’t have to deal with the sated look shimmering in the officer’s eyes. But it wasn’t enough to stem the flow of unwanted thoughts racing through his mind, and his lower lip started to tremble. He had just engaged in a homosexual act with Dennis Booker, and the consequences were catastrophic. How could he ever work with the dark-haired officer again? There was no way in hell he’d ever be able to look him in the eye after participating in such a lewd, sexual act. One of them would have to transfer to another department, and as much as he loved the Jump Street program, he was willing to make the sacrifice rather than living with the pain of Booker’s questioning gaze day in, day out for the rest of his working life.
When a gentle hand touched his arm, he instinctively flinched from the contact. “Tommy?” Booker queried, his voice rising with concern. “Are you—”
“Go,” Tom choked, his eyes brimming with unwanted tears.
A deep sadness welled in Booker’s throat, but he knew better than to try to convince Tom everything was okay. He remembered his first homosexual encounter all too well, and it had taken him a long time to process his conflicting feelings. Tom needed space, and the best thing he could do was leave him to sort through his emotions alone, without any pressure from someone who was comfortable with his own bisexuality.
“If you need to talk,” he muttered lamely, and rising from the bed, he grabbed his clothing and exited the bedroom, giving Tom the peace to grieve openly.

To be continued…
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