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What Is and What Should Never Be	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1336 -:- 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.

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New Years came and went in a flash of noisy celebrations. The festive season had been a lucrative time for the boys, more people on the streets meant more opportunities to solicit their bodies. For Tom, it was a painful reintroduction to how cruel people could be. He no longer had the luxury of Robbie Werner’s ministrations and he once again found himself at the mercy of depraved men who took pleasure in causing pain to such a pretty teenager. Most nights, Booker would enter their hotel room to find Tom sporting a fresh black eye and various other bruises on his slender body. Dennis begged Tom not to go out but his lover remained resolute. They were a team and if Booker was prepared to subject himself to the brutalities of the streets, then so was Tom. Their reward was an increasing pile of money that lay hidden under the wooden floor of their closet. Every repulsive act they endured brought their escape another day closer. By Booker’s calculations, they would be able to leave by the end of January. They needed sufficient money for extra clothing, bus fares, food and accommodation. Dennis’ idea was that they would relocate to a more rural setting that would afford him work opportunities as an unskilled laborer. It was Booker’s dream that Tom would be able to enroll in school and continue his education or at the very least maintain a trouble-free existence by selling his sketches for money. Aware of Tom’s proclivity to lose his temper when he felt Booker was treating him like a child, Dennis had yet to discuss the plan with his lover. He hoped that over time, Tom would come to accept the idea and embrace it but he knew he had a few battles ahead before he would be able to convince Tom that it was for the best.
Booker had purchased several children’s books from the second hand store so that Tom could start on his lessons. At first, the teen had refused to look at them, too embarrassed to reveal the true extent of his illiteracy. Booker took a gentle approach so as not to upset Tom. Each night he would read one of the books himself, just to show Tom that there was no shame in reading kids' stories. Bit by bit, Tom’s embarrassment diminished until finally, he picked up one of the books and thumbed through the pages. Booker watched on, his heart breaking at the sight of Tom’s lips moving as he silently sounded out the words. He kept his emotions in check, not wanting Tom to see the pity he felt as he watched a fifteen-year-old struggle to read a book written for a nine-year-old. When Tom had finished, Booker sat down next to him and they read the book aloud together, with Dennis using the phonics method to teach his friend the correspondence between letters and sounds. After several days, Tom had advanced to a 5th grade level and Dennis had to revisit the second hand store to buy more books. The elderly woman who ran the store asked Dennis why he needed the books and when he explained, she kindly agreed to buy them back at cost. A few weeks later, Booker’s patience and perseverance paid off and Tom attempted to read his first novel, S. E. Hinton’s The Outsiders. Booker found it endearing that Tom still silently moved his lips when he read but he did not tease his lover about it. He felt enormous pride at how quickly Tom had progressed. Every night both Tom and Dennis spent a quiet hour lost in the fantasy of their stories. Booker had not picked up a book in years but when he once again revisited Catcher in the Rye, he realized how much he missed it. He allowed himself the luxury of purchasing several used novels to take with them on their planned journey. It would take them approximately two days of travel by bus and reading would at least prevent him from brooding over whether or not they were making the right decision. Their situation was uncertain and there were no guarantees that when they arrived at their final destination, their lives would improve. Booker just had to keep holding onto the hope that it would all be worthwhile. If he allowed himself to question his judgment, he knew he would never find the courage to leave.
Opening the door to the hotel room, Booker smiled fondly at the image of Tom sitting on the bed reading. A frown of concentration creased Tom’s forehead and his freshly washed hair hung in his eyes as he bent his head close to the worn pages. Booker stood silently for several minutes, reveling in the vision of Tom confidently reading his novel. An immense feeling of pride welled up within him and he quickly blinked back tears. Shutting the door, he took the bag of Chinese food he had bought and put it on the bedside table. Engrossed in his book, Tom did not look up until Booker placed a tender kiss on top of his head. Tom carefully marked his page before closing the paperback and tossing it onto the bed.
Booker pulled off his boots and sat down next to his lover. He had spent six hours on the streets but it had been worth it. His body ached but he had several hundred dollars in his pocket. Frowning, he reached out and touched Tom’s neck. “Jesus Tommy, what the hell happened?” he asked, as he tenderly stroked at the bruising around Tom’s throat.
Tom shrugged, not wanting to explain to Booker about the risk he had taken. “I’m okay, honest. Some john just got a little excited.”
“Excited?” Booker replied angrily. “He fucking choked you!”
Pulling Dennis’ hand away, Tom lowered his head and stared at the floor. “I said I’m okay, just leave it.” he replied moodily.
Not wanting to press Tom further, Booker stood up and began to undress. “I’m gonna take a shower, eat something okay?”
Tom nodded, completely understanding how Booker felt. He himself had arrived home an hour earlier and after securing away the money he had made, he had gone straight into the bathroom and taken a scalding shower. Even when he was clean, Tom could still smell the stench of the men who had violated him. He often wondered if he would ever be able to rid himself of the permeating scent that constantly reminded him that he was nothing more than a worthless whore. His last client had asked for rough sex and at first, Tom had refused. But when the man waved an extra fifty dollars in front of him, he had reluctantly agreed. As he lay on the bed with his arms pinned above his head, Tom had felt trapped. Sitting astride the teenager, the man had used one hand to hold Tom’s wrists as the other repeatedly slapped him around the face. Once the man was fully aroused, he had shifted one hand to Tom’s neck and as he entered the teenager, he had gently applied pressure. When he felt Tom struggle beneath him, the man had become aroused even further and he had violently pounded his cock in and out of Tom’s body, all the while increasing his choke hold. Tom had blacked out just seconds before the man reached his orgasm and when he came to, the man was lying on top of him, breathing heavily.
Waiting to eat until Booker had finished showering, Tom picked up his book and kept on reading. He loved the story of Ponyboy and his friends. Tom thought Booker was very clever to have picked that particular book as his first novel. So much of the story mirrored Tom’s own life and he found himself relating to the greasers in the narrative. As he sat staring down at the page, he wondered what Doug would think when he found out that he had actually read a book. It was something he was looking forward to sharing with his brother when they were once again reunited.
A waft of steam floated into the room as Booker opened the bathroom door. Naked, he walked over to his tattered bag and pulled out a clean pair of boxers and a black t-shirt. Once dressed, he climbed onto the bed next to Tom. “You didn’t eat,” he scolded lightly, hoping their argument was over. “It’ll be cold now.”
Putting down his book, Tom smiled seductively, “Doesn’t matter, I wanted to eat with you.”
Placing a hand along the back of Tom’s neck, Booker pulled him in for a kiss. Tom immediately took advantage and forcing his tongue deep into Booker’s mouth, he pushed him backwards onto the bed and straddled his thighs. He wanted to consume Dennis and rid his mind of the violence that his last client had inflicted upon him. With the food now forgotten, he proceeded to kiss his lover passionately as his hands feverishly groped at Dennis' taut body.
Wanting control, Dennis flipped his lover onto his back and sat astride his legs as he forced Tom’s arms above his head.
With a groan, Tom struggled to get free but Booker held him firm, his hands gripping tightly at his lover’s narrow wrists. “Get off!” Tom snarled as memories of his previous encounter flashed into his mind. Feeling Tom writhing beneath him only intensified Booker’s arousal. Effortlessly using one hand to hold Tom’s wrists, he pulled down Tom’s boxers with the other. “What do you want Tommy?” Booker breathed heavily as he cupped Tom’s testicles in his hand.
“I want you to fucking get off me!” Tom yelled as he strained against Booker’s hold.
Misreading Tom’s protests as part of a game, Dennis pushed Tom’s shirt up to his chin and leaning forward, he placed his lips against Tom’s nipple and sucked hard.
“STOP!” Tom cried, as panic welled in his chest. “Please Booker… just stop!”
Finally hearing the desperation in Tom’s voice, Dennis slowly sat up. His eyes widened in horror as he realized that he had completely misinterpreted the situation and he was actually forcing himself onto his lover. “Oh God, Tommy!” he whispered as he quickly released Tom’s hands. “I thought you wanted—“
A resounding slap caught Booker on the side of the face. “You SON-OF-A-BITCH!” Tom screamed as he pushed Dennis roughly away and scrambled from the bed.
Dennis stared back silently as he rubbed at the stinging red mark on his cheek. “What did that man do to you?” he asked quietly.
Tom’s breath hitched in his throat as he tried to calm himself. He glowered back at Booker, too furious and too emotional to speak. After several minutes he replied sullenly, “I’m so tired of being treated like a bitch.”
“You think I treat you like a bitch?” Booker asked, shocked that Tom would even think such a thing.
“Sometimes,” Tom muttered sulkily, not wanting to meet Booker’s gaze.
Standing up, Booker moved slowly over to Tom’s side. He started to reach out but at the last moment, he dropped his hand back to his side. “I’m sorry Tommy, I thought we were just playing around.”
Tears welled in Tom’s eyes and he began to sob. “He h-held me d-down, Booker! H-he had h-his hand around m-my throat and I c-couldn’t breathe!” Tom collapsed against Dennis’ chest as the enormity of what he had experienced flooded through his body. Comforting arms enveloped him and he cried out his anger and humiliation until he had no more tears to weep. Sniffing loudly, he pulled back and managed to give Dennis a weak smile.
Booker did not return the smile; his face remained strained as he gently pushed Tom’s hair back from his eyes. “I’m not letting you get hurt again Tommy,” he whispered, “Things are gonna change, starting from tomorrow.”
Tom stared back quizzically. “What’s happening tomorrow?” he asked quietly.
Walking away, Booker started grabbing up clothing which lay scattered around the room. “We leave,” he replied, before exiting the room with an armful of dirty laundry.
Tom stood motionless as the door slammed closed. An immense feeling of relief washed over him. Tomorrow would be the first day of the rest of their lives.
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