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Never Gonna Survive, Unless, We Get a Little Crazy	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 735 -:- 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-Love Actually
- 2-With Arms Wide Open
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An awkward silence followed Tom’s statement. Each man held their breath, their faces strained, both silently willing the other to speak. But just as Tom started to think they would remain trapped behind an iron curtain of selective muteness, Booker opened the dialogue. “Tom, if I’d known, I—”
“So, you looked in the bag?”
Embarrassed by his betrayal, Booker lowered his gaze. “Yeah. I know I shouldn’t have, but—”
“Then you know what I had planned.”
Tears gathered at the corners of the dark-haired officer’s eyes, and lifting his head, he confessed his sin in a soft, husky voice. “Yes.”
With an unsteady hand, Tom reached inside the bag and pulled out a packet of condoms and a tube of lubrication. Laying them on the seat between them, he gazed deep into his lover’s eyes. “This was my real gift to you. Not the key… this. I wanted to show you how much I love you by giving you the one thing you thought you didn’t really have… me.”
Booker shifted uncomfortably under the heat of Tom’s gaze. By misreading the situation and acting like a brat, he’d ruined what should have been the most significant and life-changing moment of their relationship. He’d lived for the day when he could take Tom in his arms and make slow, passionate love to him, to show him, through touch alone, just how much he worshipped not only his body but his mind and spirit. And when the young officer had finally trusted him enough to offer him that gift, he’d been too arrogant and too stupid to read between the lines. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but Booker was determined to make things right, even if he had to go down on bended knee and beg for his lover’s forgiveness. They’d come too far in their relationship for him to give up over a misunderstanding, and taking a deep breath, he spoke from the heart. “I screwed up. I know I screwed up. But you’ve got to believe me, Tommy, I never meant to hurt you. And if I could take it back, I would. But I can’t, so, all I can say is I’m sorry and—”
“I don’t want your apology.”
The softly spoken statement pulled Booker up with a start and a look of panic passed over his face. “Tommy, please! Don’t give up on us now! I’m sorry I ruined your surprise, but I’ll do anything to—
“Whoa!” Tom interrupted, his raised hand halting his lover mid-sentence. “You misunderstood me. What I meant to say is, I don’t want your apology, I just want you.”
Booker’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You do?”
Amused, Tom’s dark eyes sparkled with affection. “Of course I do,” he murmured, and leaning forward, he pressed his lips against the bruised flesh of his lover’s cheek. “I love you, Dennis, and I should have said that a long time ago.”
“Oh, baby,” Booker breathed, and placing a hand behind Tom's head, his mouth found the young officer’s warm, inviting lips. Their kiss was slow and tender, their restraint proof of their commitment to each other. It wasn’t about sex, it was all about love, and forgiveness, and owning their mistakes, and both men knew, whatever happened in the future, they would always find a way to make their relationship work.
Tom lovingly sucked Booker’s lower lip before reluctantly breaking the kiss. His lover raised a questioning eyebrow, and exhaling a sigh, the young officer spoke his mind. “I don’t ever want this to happen again, so I think it would be best if we—”
“Don’t rush into anything?”
It was Tom’s turn to look surprised. “You agree?”
Gently cupping his lover’s cheek in his hand, Booker smiled. “Yeah, I do. I want it to be special, just like you planned.”
Relief shone from Tom’s eyes. “Thanks. That means a lot. You’ve been so patient and—”
“Shh,” Booker whispered, his thumb lightly stroking the young officer’s cheek. “It’s all good. We’re all good. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Sooo,” Booker crooned in a low, teasing voice. “Can I stay the night?”
A wolfish grin lit up Tom’s face. “I thought we agreed to take it slow.”
Gazing deep into Tom’s dark eyes, Booker trailed a teasing thumb over his soft lips. “Well, yeah. But that doesn’t mean I can’t hold you in my arms while we sleep, does it?”
If Tom had any lingering doubts about their relationship, they vanished beneath his lover’s heated touch. “No,” he agreed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “I guess not.”
“Then it’s settled,” the dark-haired officer laughed. “Now, how ‘bout we put our heads together and come up with a plausible story to explain my battered, but still devilishly-handsome looks.”
Grateful for the change in conversation, Tom half listened as Booker invented reasons for his black eyes, each explanation slightly more absurd than the next. But if nothing else, it was a distraction for the young officer because as much as he wanted to do things right, he had a feeling taking things slow with his lover would prove more difficult than he’d first thought. A lot had changed since Booker had wooed him. His mind was clearer, and he was more than ready to go all the way. And while he wasn’t sure how long he’d last in the dark-haired officer’s presence before he buckled and gave in to his desires, he knew when he did, it would be the most magical moment of his life.
**
The following morning
The electronic buzz, buzz, buzz, of the alarm, woke Booker with a start, the terrifying images haunting his dreams evaporating before he had a chance to fully commit the nightmare to memory. Disoriented for a moment, his fingers fumbled around the bedside bureau until it came into contact with Tom’s clock. Raising his hand, he slammed his palm down on the offending timepiece, shutting off the annoying sound. With a yawn, he stretched out his arms and considered the ramifications of snuggling back under the duvet for another five minutes. But after a brief deliberation, he opened his eyes… only to find his lover propped up on one elbow, staring down at him. Unsettled by the intense scrutiny, a flicker of annoyance passed over his face. “What are you doing?”
“Watching you sleep.”
Shifting uncomfortably, Booker’s lower lip pushed into a fractious pout. “Well, don’t. It's creepy.”
Tom’s brow puckered into a frown. “Are you okay? You were talking in your sleep.”
Booker’s first thought was to lie. But as he gazed up into Tom’s worried eyes, he knew he’d be doing them both a disservice if he didn’t speak honestly and openly about what was troubling him. Rolling onto his side, he mirrored his lover’s position by propping himself up on one elbow and resting his head in his hand. “It’s that damn case I was working on. It’s really screwing with my head.”
The vertical lines between Tom’s eyebrows deepened. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“If only it were that easy,” Booker thought, but he kept his speculation to himself, preferring to suffer in silence rather than try to explain the role he’d played in humiliating gay men. He was ashamed, and he didn’t want to witness the same level of derision reflected in his lover’s eyes. They’d fought through the hard times and come out the other side with their relationship still intact. It was a testament to their love and commitment, and while he considered their bond unbreakable, he wasn’t about to test his theory by revealing the details of his appalling behavior. He’d almost lost Tom once, he wasn’t going to take a chance on losing him again.
Perplexed by the dark-haired officer’s reluctance to confide in him, Tom tried a different tack. “Maybe if you talked to me about it, you’d feel better. You know, a problem shared is a problem halved. Or so they say.”
Uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was heading, Booker glanced at the clock. “I’m fine. Anyway, we need to get ready for work.”
“We still have a few minutes.”
The softly spoken statement sent a tingle of arousal through Booker’s sleep-warmed body. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I dunno,” Tom murmured, his sensual lips curving into a cheeky smile. “But I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
All thoughts of taking it slow seemed to have slipped Tom’s mind, but it only bothered Booker for a fraction of a second. His early morning erection begged for attention, and he watched with interest as his lover slowly inched his way down the bed. His baby was initiating first contact, and he was curious to see where it might lead. But when a warm mouth enveloped his toes, he wrinkled his nose. Toe sucking was not what he had in mind.
“You don't like that?” Tom purred as he crawled up the bed on his hands and knees. “Hmm. Well, how ‘bout this?” and ducking his head, he traced the contours of Booker’s stomach muscles with his tongue, his light, teasing caresses moving him ever closer to his destination. When his chin grazed the hard mound of his lover’s erection, he smiled against the warm quivering flesh, and shuffling further down the bed, he mouthed over the enticing bulge.
Booker’s eyes widened in surprise, and propping himself up on his forearms, he spoke before his cock could tell him to shut the hell up. “Tom, you don’t have—”
“Shh,” Tom whispered. “It’s okay. I want to.”
When a trembling hand liberated his erection from the confines of his boxers, all thoughts of chivalry vanished from Booker’s mind. Inhaling a sharp hiss, he flopped back against his pillow and waited… his heart pounding, the muscles in his stomach quivering with anticipation. When moist lips lightly pressed against his cockhead, he thought he would blow his load there and then, and the temptation to ram his cock deep inside Tom’s warm, inviting mouth was almost his undoing. But he managed to control his urges just in time and tangling his fingers in his lover’s sleep-mussed hair, he whispered his encouragement in a low, husky pant. “That’s it, baby. Kiss it… kiss it again.”
A tight band of panic constricted Tom’s chest, the whooshing in his ears reminding him of ocean waves crashing into shore during a storm. His dream of finally giving his lover what he desired was fast becoming a 3D, surround sound reality, and he wasn’t sure he was ready. Even though he’d given his lover a handjob, nothing could have prepared him for the moment when his lips touched another man’s cock. Perspiration prickled his skin, the cool morning breeze wafting through the open window chilling his exposed flesh. But there was no turning back. The scent of sex was as discernible to his senses as the warm, spongy flesh beneath his lips, and he knew he needed to keep going or risk being branded a prick tease.
After taking a moment to get his anxiety under control, Tom moistened his lips, and pressing them against Booker’s smooth cockhead, he lightly sucked at the soft flesh. When a gasp sounded from above, he grew bolder, and swirling his tongue over the tip, he tentatively explored the mushroom-shaped head. A burst of pre-cum bubbled over his taste buds, and his nose wrinkled in disgust. But as the mild, saliferous flavor mixed with his saliva, he quickly realized the taste wasn’t that unpleasant and he started to think giving head wasn’t as bad as he’d first feared.
Sensing Tom was having second thoughts, Booker stroked an affectionate hand over the top of his head. “Are you okay, baby? Do you wanna stop?”
There was a noticeable hint of concern reflected in the dark-haired officer’s voice, and at that moment, the love Tom felt for the man lying beneath him intensified tenfold. Just knowing Booker cared enough to stop their amorous play was enough for the young officer to know he’d made the right decision, and as if by magic, all his remaining fear and doubt disappeared. Dennis loved him, really loved him, and it was time for him to prove that love was reciprocated.
Emboldened with a renewed sense of enthusiasm, Tom lightly grasped Booker’s testicles and gave an experimental tug. A loud moan from above told him he was doing something right, and smiling against the engorged flesh beneath his lips, his fingers worked their magic as he continued his oral exploration. It was an aesthetically tactile experience of touch, and taste, and smell, and as Tom started to relax and enjoy himself, his body awakened. His cock jutted out, his impressive appendage tenting his boxers. And as the need to touch himself intensified, so did his need to taste his lover and without any warning, he took Booker into his mouth and ran his lips up the length of his shaft.
Taken by surprise, Booker’s hips shot forward, the titillating contact sending a bolt of pure pleasure pulsating through his body. “Ohh,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in Tom’s hair. “Oh, fuuck.”
The tip of Booker’s cock pressed against the roof of Tom’s mouth, and an explosion of salty fluid burst over his taste buds, but this time he was prepared, and he took a moment to swallow. Reaching down, he released his cock and lightly tugged his swollen shaft, the erotic sensation forcing a loud moan from deep within his throat. The soft vibration pulsed over Booker’s sensitive cockhead, and his toes curled in response. “Yes,” he moaned, his breath exhaling in short, measured pants. “Like that, baby. Just like that.”
Tom’s moist lips continued to glide over Booker’s shaft, his oral massage bringing his lover closer to orgasm with each erogenous caress. It felt strange knowing he had a man’s cock in his mouth, but with each lap and suck, he started to feel more comfortable. And while he couldn’t deny it was a weird sensation, curiously, it also felt right. He loved Dennis, and he wanted to pleasure him with the same level of passion the dark-haired officer had bestowed upon him because more than anything, he wanted to be his equal.
Lost in the euphoria of Tom’s tender ministrations, Booker’s body quivered with the strain of keeping himself under control. But he was fighting a losing battle, and his hips began to thrust gently upward, the motion forcing his cock deeper inside Tom’s mouth. “Baby, I’m close,” he warned in a breathless voice, his hands attempting to push his lover away.
The salty essence coating Tom’s tongue intensified, but he ignored the warning and remembering his lover’s signature move, he pressed his lips tightly against the rigid shaft filling his mouth and began to hum.
The unexpected vibration pulsating against his cockhead caught Booker by surprise and unable to control his impending orgasm, his hips shot forward. “OooahhhjeeesUUUS!”
Warm semen hit the back of Tom’s throat, and screwing his eyes closed, the young officer struggled not to retch. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as he forced himself to swallow the thick, salty fluid flooding his mouth. His stomach lurched, but as his saliva absorbed some of the flavors, a more pleasant aftertaste tingled over his tongue, and with a loud moan, he ejaculated.
With the sound of heavy breathing echoing in his ears, Tom remained frozen in time, his lover’s softening cock still in his mouth. But when a gentle hand reached out and stroked his face, he released Booker’s penis from between his lips, and with one final gulp, he swallowed the remaining semen coating his tongue.
“Are you okay?”
It seemed an odd question to ask, but Tom appreciated the dark-haired officer’s concern and lifting his head, he licked his lips, his mind analyzing the spicy aftertaste of his lover’s semen. The flavor wasn’t exactly to his liking, but it wasn’t as revolting as he’d imagined, and he figured he’d get used to it over time. He might even learn to like it in the same way Booker did. Either way, he wasn’t put off, and he found himself imagining what he’d do differently the next time around.
“Tommy?”
Pulled back to the present with a bang, Tom’s vision cleared and he stared into his lover’s blackened eyes. “Huh?”
Amused, Booker gathered the young officer into his arms and rained soft kisses over his flushed face. “I asked… if you… were oh… kay.”
Exhaling a satisfied sigh, Tom snuggled against Booker’s warm body. “Mmm.”
A comfortable silence followed, each man basking in the warmth radiating from the other. But just as Tom was drifting off to sleep, Booker interrupted the peace and quiet. “I did try to warn you.”
Tom’s eyes fluttered open, and smiling into the crook of the dark-haired officer’s neck, he trailed a lazy finger over his chest. “I heard you.”
Surprised by the admission, Booker’s eyebrows arched upward. “You did? Why didn’t you pull away?”
With a post-climactic calm luring him toward slumber, Tom stifled a yawn. “Because I wanted to do it right.”
Booker’s heart drummed a heavy tattoo inside his chest. “So, what did you think?”
“It was nice.”
The bland adjective didn’t exactly fill Booker with confidence and dislodging his lover from his embrace, he sat up, a deep frown furrowing his brow. “Nice? Is that a polite way of saying you hated it?”
Concerned they were edging toward another fight, Tom went into damage control, and sitting up, he cupped his lover’s face in the palm of his hand. “No. It means, although it was kinda strange, it was also kinda pleasant.”
Unsure how to take the comment, Booker continued to stare at his lover before seeking further clarification. “But you didn’t hate it.”
A cheeky grin lit up Tom’s face. “No, I didn’t hate it. In fact, I’m kinda looking forward to doing it again.”
“Really?”
The hopeful edge in Booker’s voice brought another smile to Tom’s lips. “Really,” he reassured, and lying back down, he pulled the dark-haired officer into his arms and closed his eyes. “Now shut up so I can relive the moment.”
“And what about taking it slow?” Booker murmured in a sleepy voice.
“Screw taking it slow.”
Booker opened one eye and peered out at Tom. “We’ll be late for work.”
“Screw work,” Tom muttered, and breathing in the fading scent of sex lingering in the air, he closed his eyes and fell into a dream-filled sleep.

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