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Booker stretched out his body and yawned loudly. He glanced at the clock and throwing back the covers, he climbed out of bed. Walking into the kitchen, he made a pot of coffee before he went and had a shower. Standing under the warm water, he slowly stroked his cock as his thoughts once again turned to Tom. He had not heard from Penhall since he had turned up on his doorstep unexpectedly three weeks ago to pack up some of Tom’s belongings. The only information about Hanson that Doug had been willing to divulge was that he was okay and he was still seeing his psychologist and physiotherapist. Penhall had also told him that Tom would continue to pay the rent on the apartment if he wanted to stay there. Dennis had shaken his head and told Penhall that he was moving in two days. He had found a small apartment a few blocks away and now that he was back working at Internal Affairs, he could afford to pay his own way. When Doug had asked for the address, Booker had hesitated for a moment before writing it down. He doubted Tom would contact him but he felt happier knowing that Hanson could, if he ever wanted to.
As his fingers fondled his growing erection, Booker let out a soft moan. He tugged harder as his arousal grew and hanging his head, he began to pant. As his hand worked faster, he knew he was close and when his orgasm hit hard and fast he cried out Tom’s name. Tears slid down his face, mingling with the warm water cascading over his body. Although Hanson had been gone for nearly a month, Booker could not completely let him go. Tom dominated his thoughts throughout the working day but it was the long nights alone that Dennis found the hardest. Lying in bed, he would touch himself as he imagined it was Tom’s hand gently stroking and tugging at his erection. When he climaxed, he closed his eyes and pictured Tom’s beautiful face in his mind. It saddened him that he did not even have a photograph of Tom and he wondered if time would eventually completely erase the image of his face from his memory.
Stepping out of the shower, he dried himself and quickly dressed in his blue police uniform. He was undercover at the ninth precinct, trying to gather information about officers excepting bribes. He had only been there two days but already he had witnessed two officers receiving money from gangland operatives. He was confident that he would have enough information by the end of the week to present his case to his commanding officer.
Pouring himself a cup of sweet, black coffee, he was about to sit down and watch the morning news when someone knocked on his door. Checking his watch, he wondered who would be calling at 7am. Standing up, he walked over and opened the door. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw Tom and Doug standing in the hallway.
“Hey Dennis,” Tom murmured softly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of Booker in uniform. “Can we come in for a minute?”
Booker felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest, it was pounding so quickly. Stepping back, he held open the door. “Come on in,” he invited, hoping his voice sounded casual. “But I’ve only got a few minute, I’m heading off to work.”
As he closed the door, he tried to gather his frantic thoughts. There was so much he wanted to say to Tom, so many questions that he wanted answers to, but there was no time. Turning around, he gave Hanson a tight-lipped smile. “How’ve you been Tommy?”
Hanson took a moment before answering. “Better,” he replied quietly, holding up his arms. “No splints.”
“That’s great,” Booker murmured softly. “I’m really happy for you.”
Doug shuffled his feet nervously as the three men stood in awkward silence. Unable to stand the tension any longer, he took matters into his own hand. “For fuck’s sake! Somebody say something!”
Dennis’ face broke into a smile and moments later, Tom returned a grin. Stepping forward, Tom took hold of Booker’s hand. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his eyes searching Dennis’ face. “Can we get together some time and talk?”
They were the words Booker had been longing to hear. He tried to calm his breathing as he replied in a quiet voice. “Of course we can. But not now, how about dinner tonight? Seven o’clock. I’ll cook.”
“Okay,” Tom replied quietly. He ran his gaze up and down Booker’s uniformed body. “I guess we should let you get to work. Doug tells me you’re back at I.A.”
Dennis ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah well, I didn’t think Jump Street was the right place for me after… well… you know.”
“Oh,” Tom replied, his expression becoming sad. “I guess you mean because of me.”
“Partly,” Dennis replied truthfully. “But partly because I thought it was best for everyone, I never really did fit in there. Anyway, it doesn’t matter now. I’m still getting the bad guys and that’s what’s important, right?”
Hanson nodded, although he did not look convinced. Letting Booker’s fingers drop from his grasp, he muttered. “Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you tonight.”
Dennis smiled in reply. As he closed the door on his visitors, he leaned heavily against the wooden surface as tears pricked his eyes. He thought Tom looked in good health, as though being apart from him had benefited him greatly. He wondered what it was that Hanson wanted to discuss. His heart longed for it be about the two of them starting over but he was rational enough to realize that it was unlikely. All he could really hope for was an offer of friendship. He knew it would be extremely hard without the intimacy he yearned for but he loved Tom so much he was more than willing to settle for comradeship if it meant keeping him in his life.
Realizing that he was running late for work, Booker grabbed up his keys and left the apartment.
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Arriving home with a bagful of groceries, Booker started to prepare dinner. He did not know how dexterous Tom’s fingers were so he decided to make a curry, which would be easy to eat with just a fork. When his food was cooking slowly on the stove, he pulled a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon out of a cupboard, placed it on the table and uncorked it so it could breathe. Returning to the stove, he stirred the pot and boiled some water ready for the rice. Just as he was about to add the rice to the saucepan he heard a hesitant knock. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, he took a deep breath and opened the door.
The sight of Tom dressed neatly in a dark green button down shirt, tight jeans and boots was almost too much for Booker to bear. His eyes flashed with desire and he quickly dropped his gaze, reluctant to show Tom that he still lusted after him. “Hey,” he greeted warmly, opening the door wide and motioning with his hand. “C’mon in.”
Hanson entered carrying a bottle of wine. He gave Booker a shy smile as he passed the bottle over. “I um, I wasn’t sure if you drank wine but I figured I should bring something.”
Placing the wine on the kitchen counter, Booker gestured towards the couch. “Take a seat, I’ll just put the rice on and then we can talk.”
Tom sat down and watched as Booker prepared the rice before coming back to the couch with the open bottle of wine and two glasses. “Drink?” Dennis asked.
“Sure,” Tom replied. “I still can’t drive so I caught a cab.”
Pouring two glasses, Dennis watched carefully as Tom picked his up and took a sip. He felt tears stinging his eyes at how easily Tom had managed it compared to how he had been a month ago. “Wow Tommy,” he murmured softly. “You’ve really come a long way.”
Tom smiled self-consciously. “Yeah, I’ve been able to do a lot of physio now the tendons have healed. I haven’t got full use of my fingers and hands and I probably never will… but hey, I can do most things so…” His voice trailed off as he took another sip of wine.
Booker rubbed nervously at his chin. He had so many questions but he was wary of overwhelming Tom. Sensing Dennis’ hesitancy, Hanson placed a hand on his arm. “It’s okay Dennis, I’m not only a lot stronger physically, I’m a lot stronger mentally. If you’ve got something to say, just say it.”
A slow smile spread over Booker’s face. “I want to know everything,” he grinned. “I want to know about your therapy, I want to know what you’ve been doing, where you’ve been, how you feel…” He paused for a moment and his dark eyes softened. “But most of all, I want to know if you forgive me.”
“That depends,” Tom murmured, placing his glass on the table and staring intently into Booker’s eyes.
“Depends on what?” Dennis asked, as he heart thumped painfully in his chest.
Tom’s lip curled into a shy smile. “On whether you forgive me too,” he replied quietly.
“Oh Tommy of course I do,” Booker breathed with relief. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Reaching out, Tom took both of Dennis’ hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. “So… what does that mean exactly?” he asked softly, his eyes never leaving Booker’s face. “Do you want to just be friends or do you want more?”
Dennis took a moment to think about Tom’s question. He did not want to scare Tom off by coming on too strong but if they were to have any kind of relationship, he wanted it to be based on honesty. “I want more,” he admitted. “But if you just want to just be friends, I’m okay with that too.”
Tom chewed on his lower lip as he considered Booker’s statement. “I want more too,” he replied carefully. “But I think… I think we need to take things slowly.”
“How slowly?” Dennis murmured, gazing deep into Tom’s eyes.
A cheeky grin slowly spread across Tom’s face. “Not that slowly. What I meant was, I think we should keep our own apartments, not live together. Are you okay with that?”
“God yes!” Booker exclaimed in relief. “I just want to make things right. I’ve been miserable without you.”
“Yeah, I haven’t exactly been dancing for joy either,” Tom revealed. “But before you make your decision, there’s something you should know.”
A cold shiver of fear ran down Booker’s spine. For a horrible moment he thought that Tom’s second HIV test had come back positive. Seeing Dennis’ alarmed expression, Tom gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s nothing bad, it just might be something that you don’t want to become embroiled in.”
Just as Booker was about to ask Tom what he meant, the timer on the stove buzzed, signaling that the rice was ready. “Do you want to eat, or do you want to keep talking?” he asked.
Tom shrugged. “No reason why we can’t do both.”
Dennis stood up and went into the kitchen as Tom seated himself at the table. Minutes later, he returned with two bowls filled with lamb curry and rice. Sitting down, Booker picked up his fork but it hovered just above his meal. “So what’s this big secret?” he asked as he watched Tom clumsily using his utensil.
“Oh,” Tom replied, laying down his fork and taking a sip of wine. “It’s about what happened to me in Riverbend.”
“Oh Jesus Tommy, you’re starting to scare me,” Booker replied quietly, his dark eyes wide with concern.
Hanson gave a comforting smile. “I told you, it’s nothing bad. It’s just… I’ve been working with Doctor Lewis and I’ve decided that I’m going to lay charges against Matty Richardson and the others.”
It was the first time Booker had heard the name of Tom’s rapist. When Hanson had talked about the rapes, he had only ever referred to the main instigator at “he”. To Dennis, it was a huge step forward in Tom’s recovery just to utter the name of the boy who had caused him so much pain. But to hear that he now wanted to prosecute Richardson was music to Booker’s ears. Getting out of his chair, he squatted down next to Hanson and laid a hand on his thigh. “Oh Tommy, I’m so fucking proud of you,” he murmured, as tears filled his eyes.
“Really?” Tom asked uncertainly. “Because I wasn’t sure that you’d want to get involved knowing how drawn out these cases can be. I can’t promise that I’ll always be able to cope with everything and there may be days when I—”
“I don’t care!” Dennis declared. “No matter how tough it gets I promise I’ll be there for you, every step of the way.”
It was Tom’s turn to become emotional. “Oh God Dennis, do you really mean that?” he asked softly with tears glistening in his eyes.
Reaching out, Booker cupped Tom’s face with his hand. “I’d crawl around the world just to make you happy,” he whispered.
The food forgotten, Tom leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against Dennis’. A soft moan escaped Booker’s lips as their mouths opened and they sought out each other’s tongues. As their kiss intensified, Booker placed his hands on Tom’s narrow waist and gently lifted him from his seat as he too stood up. Pulling Hanson close, his hands traveled to Tom’s backside and he squeezed the firm cheeks. “Stay,” he whispered against Tom ear as he nibbled at the soft flesh of his earlobe. “I want to be with you tonight.”
Drawing back, Tom met Booker’s dark, excited gaze. “Okay,” he murmured as he felt his growing erection rubbing against Booker’s hard bulge.
Taking Hanson’s hand, Dennis led him into the bedroom. Tom kicked off his boots as he stared at Booker with hot desire. Standing next to the bed, Dennis slowly unbuttoned Tom’s shirt and taking it off, he threw it onto the floor. Leaning forward, he sucked and nipped at the flesh between Tom’s neck and shoulder, leaving a bright red mark in his wake. His hands traveled down Tom’s smooth chest, stopping to rub at the hard nubs of his nipples before continuing their journey. He paused at Tom’s navel and he drew the young officer in for a kiss as he unbuttoned his jeans. His fingers rubbed at the hardness of Tom’s cock as he slowly unzipped the zipper and let the denims fall to the floor. Tom quickly stepped out of them, moaning deep into Dennis’ mouth as nimble fingers fondled and caressed him. Afraid of losing control too quickly, Tom reached down and stilled Booker’s hand. “Your turn,” he murmured against Dennis’ lips as his fingers tried to unbutton Booker’s shirt. His motions were clumsy but Booker did not hurry him. Eventually his shirt lay on the floor as Tom slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. When he had kicked his denims away, he stared deep into Tom’s eyes.
“Touch me,” he begged, his excitement rising at the anticipation of feeling Tom’s hands stroking him for the first time. He could not contain his pleasure when Tom’s fingers slid underneath the waistband of his boxers and gently caressed his hard cock. “Oh God… oh Tommy!” he cried, his body shuddering at the thrill of Tom’s touch.
Smiling, Tom whispered seductively against Dennis’ ear. “Bed?”
Booker nodded his agreement and they both stripped off their last pieces of clothing before climbing under the covers. Throwing back the bedclothes, Booker gazed at Tom’s naked body. “I wanna be able to see you,” he muttered, as his thumb rubbed over the tip of Tom’s cock.
Hanson groaned loudly and finding Booker’s mouth, he kissed him deeply. “Tell me what you like,” he murmured, as his fingers played over Booker’s erection.
“Just like that,” Dennis panted as Tom began to tug gently at his cock. “Oh Jesus, Tommy, that feels so fucking good.” As their hands explored each other’s bodies, their arousal intensified. Within minutes they were frantically jerking each other off, their mouths clashing as their bodies writhed in passion. With a cry, Tom’s orgasm hit first and he vocalized his pleasure with a loud cry. Moments later, Dennis yelled out Tom’s name and his body shuddered as he spilled his hot seed. Their kissing became less feverish as their bodies relaxed into a post-climactic bliss. Booker nibbled lovingly on Tom’s lower lip before pulling away. His eyes searched Tom’s face and he smiled when he saw his sleepy expression. “Jesus Hanson, don’t tell me you’re ready to fall asleep already.”
“I can’t help it,” Tom pouted, making Booker smile. “Sex makes me sleepy.”
Dennis gently stroked Tom’s face. “So you’ll stay the night?” he asked softly,
An impish smile played on Hanson’s lips. “Only if you cook me breakfast.”
Booker laughed. “I told you before Tommy, I’d crawl around the world for you, so I think I can manage breakfast.”
Tom sighed contentedly and laying his head on Booker’s smooth, broad chest he let the rhythm of Dennis’ heart beat lull him into a peaceful sleep.
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