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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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It is becoming increasingly difficult for me find the time to write. Therefore, I’ve split this part of the story into several shorter chapters. Thanks for your understanding.
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Tom entered the condo, the little blue box burning a metaphorical hole in his pocket. A shiver of nervous energy tingled his hands and toes. He was about to propose something he’d never considered before, and the prospect made him anxious. What if he was turned down or worse, laughed at? But despite his anxiety, he wasn’t about to chicken out. He’d spent several sleepless nights working through the pros and cons, and he’d eventually concluded he was ready to embark on a new chapter in his life. If he and Booker were to move forward in their relationship, they needed to take the steps toward a solid commitment. Otherwise, in all likelihood, they would continue to dance the dating dance forever. And that's where the mystery box came in. Inside was a promissory key, and he hoped it would not only open Booker’s heart, but it would also prove to the dark-haired officer once and for all, he wanted him in his life.
Stopping in the doorway, a slow, loving smile tilted his lips. Booker stood looking out the large glass doors, the sun’s dying rays creating a halo of light around his muscular body. Tom’s stomach somersaulted, a burst of pure love heating his face. Any reservations he had flowed from his body along with the evening tide. He was ready. All he had to do was pluck up the courage, and his and Booker’s life would become as one.
“Great view, huh?”
Booker turned, a cheeky grin lighting up his beautiful face. “I like the view in here much better,” he teased. “Now, c’mere. I wanna taste those sweet Tommy lips.”
Blood rushed to Tom’s face, and ducking his head, he attempted to hide the unwelcome heat flushing his cheeks. Booker had a knack for making him feel like a giddy teenager, and he wished he didn’t dissolve into a blushing, stuttering fool every time his lover paid him a compliment. Their time away was a chance for him to shower Booker with love, and he hoped he wouldn’t ruin it by acting like a fool.
From across the room, a low chuckle broke the silence. “Damn, Hanson, you really are adorable. Now, come over here and gimme some sugar.”
Tom’s nose wrinkled in mock disgust, and moving forward, he stopped in front of his lover. “Give you some sugar? Really? Is that how you think you’re gonna get in my pants.”
A sly smile curled the corners of Booker’s lips, and resting his hands on Tom’s narrow hips, he replied with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows. “Does that mean you’re gonna let me in your pants?”
Moving closer, Tom brushed his lips over Booker’s enticing pout. “Maybe,” he murmured against the plump flesh. “If you play your cards right.”
“Is that an invitation?” Booker whispered between soft kisses.
Tom smiled into the kiss, and grabbing hold of Booker’s buttocks, he pressed his body closer. “Mmm, it might be.”
Feeling a hardness pushing against him, Booker lovingly nibbled Tom’s lower lip. “Is that something in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”
It was the perfect opportunity for Tom to set his plan in motion and taking a step back, he gazed into Booker’s dark eyes. “Actually,” he replied with a self-conscious smile. “I do have something in my pocket. It’s kind of a gift… for you.”
Excitement lit a spark in Booker’s eyes. “A gift? Baby, you shouldn’t have. Now gimme!”
The thump-thump-thumpity-thump of his heart sent violent tremors through Tom’s fingers, and he struggled for several moments before finally managing to free the small blue box from his pocket. He held it in his hand for several seconds, the enormity of what he was about to do temporarily rendering him speechless. But when he met Booker’s loving gaze, what remained of his fears and doubts slowly evaporated, and taking a deep breath, he held out the box. “It’s not really a gift,” he confessed with a shy smile. “It’s more a symbol of how I feel about you. How I feel about us.”
Intrigued, Booker took the box and moved over to the couch. Perching on the edge of the wide leather cushion, he turned the box over in his hand. “It’s not gonna explode or anything, is it?”
Tom gave a nervous laugh. “Just open it.”
With his curiosity piqued to fever pitch, Booker carefully unwrapped the box, and with the imaginary sound of a drum roll playing in his head, he opened the lid.
Inside, nestled in pale blue tissue paper, lay a key. Booker’s hand tightened around the box, his expression unreadable. He didn’t speak, he just continued to stare at the ‘gift’ Tom assumed was a symbol of their relationship.
“Um, it’s the key to my apartment.”
“I can see that.”
Confused by his lover’s reaction, Tom attempted to explain himself. “It’s so you can come and go as you please.”
Unable to contain his annoyance, Booker’s eyebrows drew into a displeased frown. “So, you’re ready to tell Penhall and the others about us, are you?”
The question took Tom by surprise, and a glimmer of uncertainty crossed his face. “Well, er, no. Not yet. I thought we—”
“You thought WHAT, Hanson?” Booker spat, his dark eyes flashing with anger. “That we could coordinate my visits so they didn’t interfere with your other life? Are we going to set up a schedule? Monday’s a Penhall-free-zone so it’s safe for me to come over? Is that how this is gonna work? And what if he does show up on a Monday. Do I hide in the bedroom until he leaves? Well, gee. Thanks, but no thanks. I’m sick of being your dirty little secret. Call me when you’re ready to come out of the closet.”
Hurt by his lover’s reaction, Tom lowered his gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think—”
“You never think!” Booker exploded in a fit of exasperation. “You’re so caught up in your own world, you didn’t even consider my feelings. What a fucking surprise! Everything’s always about you. Well, not this time, lover. This time I’m not putting up with your bullshit. This time, I’m putting myself first.”
The term lover had an obvious sarcastic ring to it, the cutting tone slicing a deep wound through Tom’s heart. But despite his pain, the young officer made no attempt to defend himself. Everything Booker said was true, except the part about not thinking through his idea. He had thought it through, but only from his point of view, and he hoped his inconsiderate action wouldn't have any long-lasting repercussions. It was obvious Booker wanted their relationship out in the open, but as much as he loved him, Tom knew he wasn’t ready to give in to his demand. And therein lay the sticking point. They were trapped in a never-ending cycle of resistance, and until one of them capitulated, they would never move forward.
Throwing the box onto the couch, Booker stood up. “I’m going for a walk. Don’t wait up.”
Too embarrassed to meet his lover’s angry glare, Tom continued to stare at the floor. “I really am sorry.”
“Save it,” Booker muttered, and striding past Tom, he walked out the door.
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