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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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When the door swung open, the first thing Booker noticed was the gastronomically enticing aroma of roast beef and vegetables wafting from Tom's apartment. With raised eyebrows, he handed his lover a bottle of wine and sauntered inside. “You’re cooking? You never cook.”
Closing the door, Tom feigned annoyance. “Well, hello to you too.”
A slow, affectionate grin played over Booker’s lips and cupping the young officer’s face in his hands, he pressed his mouth against the soft, inviting flesh of his endearing pout. “Mmm, sorry. How are you, baby?”
Tom smiled into the kiss. “Better, now you’re here.”
Breaking contact, Booker gave Tom’s left butt cheek a playful slap. “Great! Now, what’s for dinner, Martha Stewart? All this manly lifting has given me an appetite.”
Amused by the comment, it took all of Tom’s inner fortitude to keep the smile off his face. But he was a consummate actor and placing the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter, he faked a look of indignation. “Typical. I haven't seen you all day, and all you care about is your stomach. Can’t we at least sit down and talk before we eat?”
It was obvious Tom was in a playful mood, and although weary, Booker was more than happy to indulge his lover’s every whim. Moving over to the couch, he sat down and patted the seat next to him. “Okay, lover boy. Pour the working man a glass of wine, and I’ll fill you in on the oh-so-exciting chore of dragging furniture from one side of Judy’s apartment to the other.”
With a grin, Tom opened the bottle and poured two glasses. Carrying them over to the couch, he handed one to Booker and sat down. “Cheers.”
Clinking his glass against Tom’s, Booker settled back against the soft leather cushions and took a sip of wine. “So, what do you want to hear about first? The drama I had with the uncooperative glass cabinet or the riveting story of the troublesome table?”
“I dunno. Surprise me.”
And so, without further prompting, Booker cheerfully recounted his escapades. Tom’s gaze remained transfixed on his lover’s moving lips, his mind mesmerized by the sight of the words skipping over the dark-haired officer’s talented tongue. But it didn’t take long for his focus to shift, and the oral narration became a secondary distraction. As his thoughts took hold, the sound of Booker’s voice faded in and out, and he found himself imagining his lover’s warm mouth wrapped around him, skillfully coaxing him to hardness with a flick of his tongue. Immediately, his cock twitched to life, and swallowing down a moan, he squirmed in his seat and concentrated on suppressing his growing arousal. A quickie on the couch was not what he had planned, but if he didn’t rid himself of his lustful thoughts, he’d have Booker flat on his back and halfway to Happyland before the dark-haired officer could even finish his story.
“Tom?”
Startled back to the present, Tom’s eyes regained their focus. “Huh?”
An amused grin curled the corners of Booker’s lips. “Where did you go just then?”
Ignoring the throbbing in his groin, Tom returned a smile that hovered somewhere between shy and mischievous. “Nowhere. I was just thinking, that’s all.”
“So, is it okay if I take a shower?” Booker asked. “I got kinda sweaty at Judy’s.”
“Is that right? Should I be worried?”
The teasing edge to Tom’s voice brought another smile to Booker’s lips, and standing up, he leaned over and kissed the young officer on the top of his head. “Not about Jude, you know you’re the only one for me. But I am a little concerned about the fancy table. You're getting gayer by the minute, and just so you know, I like my men pretty, but manly.”
“Asshole,” Tom laughed. “Now, go get cleaned up, ‘cause as much as I hate to break it to you, you—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I stink, right? Geez, Hanson, if you keep telling me that you’re gonna give me a complex.”
A spark of amusement shone from Tom’s eyes. “Somehow, I seriously doubt that, Officer Hotshot.”
“Cheeky,” Booker grinned, and placing his wine glass on the coffee table, he disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door.
Left alone with his thoughts, Tom relaxed back in his seat and once again, allowed his mind to wander. He was about to plunge head first on a sexual adventure with the one person who just a few short months before, had the capacity to raise his blood pressure with a single, irritating smirk. But a lot had changed since the morning of June 10th, and he was mature enough to admit before his birthday, he never really knew Booker well enough to judge him. Of course, his mistaken impression of the man he now called his lover all stemmed from their first assignment together, and he wished at the time, he’d had the foresight to open his mind instead of unfairly making assumptions. If so, he and Booker might have formed a strong friendship right from the get-go, and he found himself regretting the lost opportunities. But as the Danish philosopher and existentialist, Søren Kierkegaard, so rightly pointed out, life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. The ideology gave Tom some measure of comfort, but it would never wholly alleviate his disappointment at losing out on those months of friendship. It was a valuable lesson learned, and a wistful smile curled the corners of the young officer’s lips. He wasn’t usually the nostalgic type, he believed in living in the moment, not the past, but his relationship with Booker had him viewing life through new eyes. His world had expanded, and he looked forward to embracing all the new discoveries his lover undoubtedly would teach him.
“Hey, Tommy, where did you put the change of clothes I left here last week?”
Tom’s faraway gaze refocused, and taking in the magnificent sight before him, his eyes sparkled with appreciation. Booker stood in the bedroom doorway, a dark green towel wrapped low on his hips, his towel-dried hair forming fluffy peaks around his head. But it was his lover’s muscular torso that drew him in. Beads of water glistened on his tanned skin, the opaque droplets just waiting for a warm tongue to lap them from his powerful chest and shoulders. Without knowing it, Booker, at that precise moment, was a living, breathing Adonis. From the defined curve of his jawline to the ripple of his sculpted abs, he was the perfect representation of male eroticism, a vision so beautiful, he took Tom’s breath away. Hypnotized by the mesmerizing sight, the young officer rose from the sofa and approached his lover, all thoughts of dinner forgotten. He couldn’t have planned for a more perfect moment and stopping in front of Booker, he trailed a finger down his bare torso. “How ‘bout I show you,” he whispered, and grasping hold of his lover’s hips, he gently maneuvered him back into the bedroom. When the backs of Booker’s legs collided with the bed, their eyes locked, and with one deft hand, Tom pulled the towel from his lover’s waist and gently pushed him onto the mattress.
It wasn’t the reaction Booker expected. Startled, his eyebrows shot up, and pushing himself to his elbows, he started to voice his surprise. But when Tom dropped to the floor and wrapped his soft lips around him, all conscious thought left the dark-haired officer’s mind. A loud, throaty moan erupted from deep inside his chest and flopping back against the mattress, he closed his eyes and took pleasure from the oral stimulation. “Yes, baby,” he murmured, his fingers lightly tugging at Tom’s hair. “Like that. Just like that.”
It was a blowjob unlike any his lover had given him, and wanting to intensify the experience with a visual, the dark-haired officer propped himself up on his elbows so he could enjoy the show. The sight of Tom’s full, pouty lips licking and sucking his engorged head was almost his undoing, but he was careful to control his urge to thrust. Tom was still finding his technique when it came to the art of giving head, and the last thing Booker wanted was to shatter his lover’s confidence by making him gag. It was a noble thought, and one he had every intention of fulfilling. But all was lost when Tom’s lips stretched around his shaft and slowly swallowed him, inch by inch, his skillful tongue slowly drawing him in. Booker’s hips instinctively shot forward, the motion driving his cock deeper, burying him to the hilt in his lover’s hot mouth.
From his uncomfortable position kneeling on the floor, Tom did his best to open his throat so he could accommodate the dark-haired officer’s swollen member. But when the tip of Booker’s cock rammed against the back of his throat, he could feel himself starting to choke and not wanting to make a fool of himself, he quickly released him from between his lips.
“Baby, don’t stop,” Booker gasped, his fingers gently coaxing Tom’s head back toward his erection. But when Tom moved away, he knew his plea had fallen on deaf ears and closing his eyes, he flopped back on the mattress with a frustrated groan.
A minute passed, and just when the dark-haired officer thought he’d have to finish the job himself, a warm body joined him on the bed. Opening his eyes, he started to speak, to reassure his lover everything was okay, but his words tripped over his tongue when he realized Tom was naked. “B-Baby?”
Tom’s face glowed pink under the heat of his lover’s inquiring gaze and ducking his head, he managed to hide the shy smile playing over his lips. “I’m sorry,” he apologized in a soft voice, his index finger trailing a lazy pattern over Booker’s smooth chest. “I know I’m still not that good at pleasuring you, but I—”
“Hey!” Booker exclaimed, his face registering genuine shock. In spite of his throbbing erection, the last thing he wanted was for Tom to suffer any self-doubt when it came to sex. He understood certain things couldn’t be rushed, and tilting the young officer’s chin, he gazed into his dark eyes. “I don’t ever want you to feel—”
Quickly silencing Booker with his lips, Tom’s fingers lightly caressed his lover’s thick shaft. “Let me finish,” he breathed, his mouth trailing a path of hot kisses along his lover’s chiseled jawline. “What I’m trying... to say… is... I want you… to make… love… to me.”
A jolt of pure love crashed through Booker’s body. They were the words he’d waited a lifetime to hear, and with each beat of his thudding heart, his mind fist-pumped, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” But in a cruel twist of fate, he also experienced a moment of mind-freezing panic, the unexpected wave of emotion creating a whirlpool of confusion in its wake. What if Tom wasn’t really ready? What if, despite it being his dream, he wasn’t really ready? What if stress got the better of him and he couldn’t perform? What if? What IF? WHAT IF? The hypothetical questions rattled inside his head, slowly gaining momentum with each negative thought. The irony wasn’t lost on him. He’d worried Tom might experience feelings of self-doubt, yet there he was, acting like it was his first time. But try as he might, he couldn’t shake the fear snaking through his gut. He wanted to give Tom the ultimate gift, the gift of his love, but he was terrified of disappointing him. What if his lovemaking didn’t live up to the young officer’s expectations? What if he didn’t turn him on? But worst of all, what if Tom hated it?
Surprised his declaration hadn’t elicited a response, Tom paused mid-kiss. Something was wrong, very, very wrong, and sitting up, he stared down at his lover. “I thought you wanted to,” he stated in a soft voice, his dark eyes steeped in sadness. “I thought you were waiting for me to make a move.”
At the sound of his lover’s voice, the panic in Booker’s eyes slowly faded. He’d allowed his own insecurities to run away with him, and he mentally cursed himself for behaving like an irrational fool. But it was the heart-rending uncertainty in Tom’s eyes that ultimately snapped him out of his self-induced worry-fest. If he didn’t act quickly, he risked damaging his lover’s confidence permanently and pulling the young officer into his arms, he tenderly kissed his lips. “I’m sorry, baby,” he breathed against the warm, plump flesh. “You took me by surprise, and I guess I panicked.”
Pulling away, Tom stared at his lover, his eyes wide with confusion. “You’re scared? Why? I thought you’d done this before.”
Booker remained silent, his teeth nervously worrying his lower lip. How could he adequately explain to Tom the depth of love coursing through his veins… the flutter of his heart... the stirring in his loins? How could he put into words his desire to join not only their bodies, but their minds and spirits as one? It had taken him hours to transcribe his sentiments onto paper, and while his first poem was in no way, a literary masterpiece, it was an accurate representation of his feelings. But this time, he did not have the luxury of time to get his thoughts in order, and so he gave his answer plainly, but honestly, in the hope his lover would understand. “I have, but tonight’s different. You’re different. You’re like no one I've ever known, and I just don’t want to disappoint you, that’s all.”
If anyone had told Tom he could love Booker more than he already did, he would have called them a liar. But he was wrong. A rush of raw, unadulterated adoration exploded from his heart, heating his flesh in all the right places. And while he no longer doubted the depths of the dark-haired officer’s love, it did surprise him to learn he too, suffered from the same insecurities that often plagued his own mind. It was a reassuring boost to his confidence, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. The last remnants of anxiety melted away, leaving the young officer feeling calm and in control. He had nothing to fear but fear itself. He was ready, more than ready, and he couldn’t wait a minute longer to experience the magic of uncensored gay love.
Sitting up, Tom opened the bedside bureau drawer. It only took him a second to find what he wanted, and closing the drawer, he turned and placed a tube of lubrication and a packet of condoms on Booker’s chest. “I know what I want, Dennis. I want you, and nothing you could do tonight could ever disappoint me.”
Two dark eyes stared back at him, the intensity of the look seeping into every crevice of his soul like molten lava, heating him to the core. He waited, hardly daring to breathe, hardly daring to move, his heart hammering a staccato beat of expectation. Ten seconds passed… twenty… then, to Tom’s relief, Booker’s face relaxed into a slow, sheepish grin. Picking up the drug store items, the dark-haired officer stared at them for a moment before placing them on the mattress beside him. “C’mere,” he murmured, and wrapping an arm around Tom’s waist, he pulled him close.
Their eyes locked, and moments later, their lips met. Their coupling was tender at first, sweet and gentle with barely a hint of urgency. But as their tongues entwined, the kiss became a hungry, desperate, wanton display of lust and uncontrollable need. Eager hands roved over naked flesh, the greedy exploration eliciting low, excited moans from both men. For the first time since starting his relationship with Booker, Tom let go of his inhibitions, and taking control, he pushed his lover onto his back and straddled his legs. Taking hold of the dark-haired officer’s wrists, he raised them above his head, pinning him to the mattress. “Now, you’re mine,” he grinned, a mischievous glint brightening his eyes.
Excitement raised the color of Booker’s cheeks. This was a new side of his lover, and he liked what he saw. But although dominant Tom revved his motor, there was one glaring problem. He wanted to touch Tom, taste him, explore every inch of his taut body, but without the use of his hands, he was, in his eyes at least, at a distinct disadvantage.
“Hmm, someone doesn’t look happy,” Tom teased in a sing-song voice, the feel of Booker squirming beneath him heightening his arousal. “Does Officer Hotshot not like it that I outrank him?”
Using all the force he could muster, Booker attempted to wriggle free from Tom’s hold, but when he realized his efforts were in vain, he let out a frustrated groan. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for this, Hanson. When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna—”
“Tell me,” Tom breathed, his dark eyes flashing with excitement. “Tell me what you’re gonna do to me.”
Picking up on the gameplay, Booker’s pupils dilated. “I'm gonna touch you,” he teased, his eyes fixed on his lover's heated gaze. “I'm gonna touch you all over, play with your balls, play with your cock, stroke it, squeeze it, tug it, rub my thumb over your cockhead...”
He paused, taking the time to lick his lips… slowly… seductively… before continuing. “Then… then I'm gonna taste you, tease you with my tongue, lick your balls, suck on the sweet flesh between your ass and balls. You’ll get excited. Cum will weep from your slit. I’m gonna taste it, savor your sweet Tommy-flavor before I swallow you...”
“Oh, God,” Tom moaned, and releasing Booker’s wrists, he dropped to his hands, his mouth hovering so close to the dark-haired officer’s lips, he could almost taste each word of the erotic narrative. “Keep going.”
Back in control, Booker reached out a hand and lightly stroked Tom’s burgeoning erection. He could feel his lover’s legs quivering against him, his cock lengthening beneath his touch, and an impish smile curled his lips. “Why talk when we can play?”
Slowly pushing himself upright, Tom stared down at Booker, eagerly awaiting instruction. He was happy for his lover to take charge, to guide him toward the unknown. When the dark-haired officer picked up the lubrication, he watched, with wide, curious eyes as he unscrewed the cap.
“Gimme your hand,” Booker directed, and when Tom obliged, he squirted a dollop of the oily substance onto his palm. He then repeated the action with his own hand, and tossing the tube onto the mattress, he guided Tom’s fingers toward his swollen member.
Although still somewhat of a novice, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what Booker had in mind. Without hesitation, Tom took his lover in hand. Circling his thumb and forefinger around the base of the dark-haired officer’s cock, he slowly inched his hand up the erect shaft, gently squeezing and releasing, applying various amounts of pressure to heighten the experience. It was a technique Booker had taught him, and it never failed to make his lover groan.
A low moan rumbled in the back of Booker’s throat, and reaching out, he slowly pumped his fist over his lover’s erection, his slick fingers effortlessly gliding over the thick cock swelling in his hand. “That’s it, baby. Yeah, just like that. Does it feel good? Am I making you hard?”
“Yesss,” Tom panted, his chest rising and falling in tempo with Booker’s hand. “Oh, fuck, it feels sooo good.”
“Yeah, it does,” Booker breathed, his hand twisting and tugging at Tom’s cock.
Falling into rhythm with his lover, Tom took great delight from the sight of the mutual stimulation. But with his arousal growing, he knew he needed to take back control and reaching out, he placed his fingers over Booker’s wrist and stilled his hand. Surprised, the dark-haired officer started to protest, but his voice fell silent when his lover rose up and gently guided his hand between his legs. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Having received the go-ahead, Booker didn’t muck around. Pressing his finger against his lover’s entrance, he smiled, his dark eyes shining with a deep love. “Breathe in,” he instructed quietly.
Tom took a deep, ragged breath and waited, his heart beating a heavy tattoo inside his chest. He had no idea what to expect, but the invigorating tingle of his skin hinted he was itching to find out.
“Now, breathe out,” Booker murmured.
As Tom exhaled, the dark-haired officer gently pushed the tip of his finger inside his lover’s anus. “And again,” he encouraged, and with each release of breath, he inched a little further inside. He took it slow, giving Tom the time to adjust to the strange sensation. When he felt the young officer start to relax, he carefully moved his finger in a slow, circular motion. With each rotation, he gently pushed through the tight rings of muscle, and once inside, he stopped and gave his lover a smile. “Okay?”
Tom returned a strained smile. “Yeah, it feels… I dunno…. weird.”
Laughter escaped from between Booker’s lips. “Oh baby,” he grinned. “Soon it’s gonna feel amazing. Tell me when you feel it.”
Withdrawing his finger to the tip, Booker carefully inserted a second finger. As his lover moved inside him, Tom struggled to keep his body relaxed. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, strange, but not unpleasant. Seconds passed, and he started to wonder what it was he was supposed to feel. But then, without warning, a bolt of electricity shot through his body, and he instinctively bore down, his weight pushing his lover’s fingers hard against his prostate. “Oooh.”
Booker grinned. He’d found his lover’s sweet spot, and gazing into Tom’s face, he committed his surprised expression to memory. It was the moment he lived for, the moment when he managed to bring pleasure to a lover with just the skill of his fingers and his grin widened. “Do you like that, baby?” he crooned, his free hand trailing over Tom’s erect cock. “Does it make you horny?”
“Yes,” Tom moaned and wrapping his hand around Booker’s fingers, he moved it up and down his shaft. “Do it again.”
“Nuh-uh-uh,” Booker admonished in a teasing voice, and pushing Tom’s hand away, he continued to torment his lover by barely making contact with his weeping cock. “I don’t want you coming yet.”
Frustrated, Tom wriggled, his body desperately searching for the magical spot that made his toes curl. Taking the hint, Booker lightly grazed the young officer’s prostate before—much to Tom’s dismay—he withdrew his fingers completely.
“Nooo! What are you doing!”
The distress in Tom’s voice brought forth another bubble of laughter from Booker. His baby was beyond horny, he was downright fucking desperate, and pulling him onto his chest, he found his mouth and lovingly nipped and sucked on his pouty lip. “Don’t worry, baby,” he breathed. “The best is yet to come. Sit up.”
In a hypnotic daze, Tom once again rose to his knees. He watched in silence as Booker unwrapped a condom and expertly sheathed his erect shaft.
“Shuffle forward,” the dark-haired officer directed, his voice husky with arousal.
Tom’s low, heavy breathing rent the room, and on shaky legs, he did as he was asked. When he’d positioned himself over his lover’s groin, the reality of the situation hit him hard. There was no way to sugarcoat it, he was about to have penetrative sex, and he was terrified. But when he looked down into Booker’s soft brown eyes, excitement smothered his fear. He trusted Dennis, and he had faith he would gently guide him through the life-changing experience in the same way he had since the very start of their relationship.
Sensing Tom’s mind was prepared, Booker took hold of his erection. “Okay, baby, whenever you’re ready.”
Without giving himself time to overthink, Tom lowered his body. When he felt the tip of his lover’s cock pressing against him, he paused for a moment, his flesh quivering in anticipation. He was about to embark on a journey of discovery and taking a deep breath, he exhaled and bore down.
The erotic sensation of a thick cock pushing inside him was unlike anything Tom had ever experienced. A fiery heat spread through his anus, awakening every nerve in his body. But rather than feel pain, he felt an intense gratification. He had never felt so fulfilled, so alive, and he physically ached for what he knew would be the best sex of his life.
With a tenderness born from experience and understanding, Booker rested his hand on Tom’s waist and gently rocked his hips upward. With each measured thrust, the tip of his penis grazed against his lover’s prostate, the erotic stimulation eliciting a moan of approval from above. His lovemaking was passionate yet considerate, evocative yet restrained, and he took pleasure in the sensation of his slick cock sliding in and out of Tom's tight anus. The erogenous titillation wasn't just physical, it was also highly emotional because Tom finally trusted him enough to surrender his body completely, and at that moment, he knew whatever happened, theirs was a love that would stand the test of time.
As the tip of Booker’s penis stimulated his prostate, it didn't take long for Tom to succumb to his lover's tender lovemaking. Pre-cum bubbled from the tip of his penis, and overcome with emotion, he grasped hold of his lover’s upper arms. “Oh, God!” he gasped, his heavily-lidded eyes fluttering ever-so-slightly. “Oh, God… I never thought… Oh, GOD!”
Grinning widely, Booker grasped hold of his lover’s hips. “Ride me,” he panted, his hands gently lifting Tom’s body up and down in rhythm to his lovemaking. “Ride me hard.”
Using his legs, Tom followed Booker’s instructions. His body bobbed up and down, the added momentum forcing his lover’s cock deeper inside his anus. “Oh, fuck! Oh, Dennis!”
At the sound of his name, Booker’s gentle pushes became an uncontrolled piston of frenzied thrusts. Tom’s cock bounced against his belly in rhythm to Booker’s lovemaking, the tip weeping heavily. Every inch of him screamed to be touched, his nerves singing a high-pitched song of lust, and want, and uncontrollable need. Unsatisfied, he dropped to his elbows and grabbed the low metal bed frame for support. Their sweat-soaked chests melded their bodies as one, and finding each other’s mouths, their animalistic instincts took over. Teeth clashed, tongues plundered, each man seeking more intimacy through the taste of the other’s saliva. The friction of Booker’s belly rubbing against his cock had Tom moaning into the cavernous mouth devouring him, the double stimulation pushing him to the brink. He held on for as long as he could, but when a warm hand unexpectedly slapped his behind, he lost the last of his control. His testicles elevated, and with a full body tremor, he forcefully ejaculated.
Breaking the kiss, Booker’s dark eyes locked on Tom, and with one final thrust, his eyes fluttered, and he too shuddered out his release.
The scent of sex permeated the atmosphere, adding weight to the airless room, the only sound, the labored gasps of both men echoing off the walls as they each struggled to catch their breath. It was a song of fulfillment, the primordial pant of their ancestors, and eventually, their breathing fell into rhythm, once again, uniting them as one.
Gently disengaging, Tom flopped onto his back with a contented sigh. He was spent, both physically and emotionally, but he’d never felt happier. He was finally complete.
“So, how was it?”
The anxious edge to Booker’s voice brought a smile to Tom’s kiss-swollen lips, and rolling on his side, he draped an arm around his lover’s waist. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Except you didn’t lick my balls.”
Booker’s chuckle resonated throughout the room. “God I love you.”
Tom’s face broke into a wide grin. “Well, that works out perfectly ‘cause I love you too.”
They lay in each other’s arms, their bodies sated, their minds at peace. It had been a rocky road, but they’d persevered, and they’d made it. Against all the odds, they’d cemented the final piece of their relationship, and they knew whatever the future held, only death could tear them apart.
Just as Booker was drifting off to sleep, an acrid smell assaulted his nostrils. Opening his eyes, his nose wrinkled in disgust. “Is something burning?”
Pulled from his impending slumber, Tom sniffed the air. “SHIT!” he yelled, and leaping from the bed, he ran out of the room.
An amused smile tugged at the corners of Booker’s lips and rising at a leisurely pace, he strolled into the living room. His grin widened when he caught sight of Tom, his body bent double, his bare backside sticking up in the air as he frantically fanned at the plumes of black smoke billowing from the open oven door. It was not the most attractive of views, but Booker’s heart swelled with a depth of love that brought tears to his eyes. There was no doubt in his mind he’d found his life partner, and he hoped one day, Tom would find the courage, to confess their love to the world.
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