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Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Tom sat across the table from Booker listening to Carlos Martínez and his cohorts softly yelping and barking in between fits of laughter. He saw his friend’s face flush scarlet and he wondered what it all meant. When Dennis stood up and scraped his uneaten meal into the trash, Hanson pushed back his chair and followed suit. He walked silently behind Dennis and when they entered their cell, he stood in the middle of the room and watched as his friend climbed onto his bunk and turned to face the wall. Tom felt sick to his stomach, it was obvious that something had happened between Martínez and Dennis and he feared the worst. He felt completely helpless and he was terrified that Booker would withdraw completely if the abuse continued. If that happened, it would be easy for others to take advantage of him and he would slowly spiral into a pit of depression. Hanson was all too aware what it was like; he had detached himself from the abuse during his time in captivity because not thinking about what was happening was easier than fighting against it. However, by accepting his fate he had also accepted defeat and Tom knew that it was that thought that had made him snap during his final encounter with Bentley. He had always been doggedly determined and there was no way in hell that he was going to allow Bentley to break him completely. Now, he could only hope that Booker had the same self worth and tenacity.
Trent Matheson’s voice came over the PA. “COUNT!” When Dennis remained motionless, Tom moved forward and placed a hand on his friend’s ankle. “C’mon Dennis,” he coaxed softly.
He watched as Booker climbed silently from the bed and he was shocked at how pale his face was. It was then that he made the decision not to leave his side, even for visits with his friends. Dennis had protected him during their time in the warehouse and it was time for him to return the favor.
When their cell door clanged closed, the two officers undressed without speaking. Tom wanted desperately to reach out to Booker but he was afraid of pushing him further away. He stood and watched as his friend climbed into bed and pulled the covers up over his head. Sighing softly, he picked up his book and lay down on top of the covers. They still had a couple of hours until lights out and he needed something to help him escape from the horrors of life behind bars.
**
The sound of running water jarred Tom out of a light sleep. Rubbing at his eyes, he stared out into the dimness of their small cell. He could see Booker’s outline standing next to the small hand basin, his body bent forward as he splashed water onto his face. Throwing back his blanket, Tom climbed out of bed and padded silently across the floor. He hesitated for a moment before placing a hand on Dennis’ naked shoulder. “Is everything okay?” he asked in a hushed tone.
Booker flinched beneath the soft touch and lifting his head, he gazed into the mirror at Tom’s reflection. “Yeah,” he replied quietly, his eyes full of pain. “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”
Tom exhaled heavily. “Don’t bullshit me Dennis,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Talk to me.” When Booker turned around, Hanson gasped in shock at the haunted look in his dark eyes. “Jesus Christ Booker, you’re scaring me,” he murmured in a worried voice. “What the hell happened?”
Lowering is eyes, Dennis fixed his stare on the chipped concrete floor. “Martínez raped me,” he replied in a flat voice.
Hanson felt as though the room was spinning and reaching out, he steadied himself against the wall. “Oh God,” he whispered in an anguished voice and his eyes filled with tears. “Oh God Dennis, I’m so sorry.” The horror of the truth hit him hard. The only time Martínez could have attacked Booker was whilst he was alone and the only time he was alone was when Tom was receiving a visit from one of his colleagues; Dennis' rape was his fault.
Booker lifted his gaze and gave Hanson a small, sad smile. “Don’t beat yourself up about it Tommy,” he murmured softly. “He would have done it if you were here or not.”
Moving forward, Tom wrapped his arms around Dennis’ waist and held him close. He felt Booker collapse against him and hot tears trickled down his skin as his friend wept silently against his chest. As he ran his fingers through Booker’s tousled hair, he heard the young officer give in to his grief and begin to sob uncontrollably. He tightened his embrace and murmured soft, comforting words against Dennis' ear and all the while, his own heart was breaking.
Fifteen minutes passed before Booker finally pulled away and swiped angrily at his watery eyes. When he had composed himself, Tom took his hand and led him over to the lower bunk. Climbing onto the mattress, he tugged gently at Dennis’ arm until he was lying down next to him. Rolling onto his side, he pulled Booker protectively against him and closed his eyes. From now until they gained their release he would not leave his friend alone, not even for a moment. They would stand united and protect each other from the horrors of life in jail and if they could not do that, they would endure the worst whilst standing by each other’s side.
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Tom woke abruptly when he felt Booker’s body twitching violently in his arms. Propping himself up on his elbow, his expression became serious as he studied Booker’s furrowed brow. Reaching out, he gently brushed the unruly hair from his face. “Hey Dennis,” he whispered softly against his ear. “Wake up, you’re having a nightmare.”
Booker’s eyes flew open and he gasped loudly as panic constricted his chest. Seeing Tom’s worried face gazing down at him, he closed his eyes and tried to relax. After several minutes, he opened his eyes and let out a soft sigh. “Sorry, did I wake you?”
Tracing his finger lightly down Booker’s cheek, Tom smiled and shook his head. “I was only dozing,” he lied. “It’s still early, go back to sleep.”
Rolling onto his side Dennis pushed his lower lip into a soft pout. “When I close my eyes, I see him,” he murmured quietly. “I want to see you.” He longed to replace the sordid memories of his rape with something beautiful and for Dennis, there was nothing more beautiful than Tom Hanson.
Tom felt an awakening within his groin and his breathing became shallow. Sensing that Hanson was becoming aroused, Booker leaned in close and brushed his lips against the young officer’s ear. “Can I touch you?” he breathed.
A bolt of electricity shot through Tom’s body and he drew in a sharp intake of air. He saw the longing in Dennis’ eyes and he nodded his head. Lying back against the pillow, he held his breath as Dennis brushed his lips against his ear. When long fingers gently stroked his cock through his boxers, he let out a low moan of pleasure and his hips lifted off the mattress.
“God you’re beautiful,” Booker groaned as his fingers lightly played over Tom’s hardening shaft.
Wanting to feel the full touch of Dennis’ fingers, Tom boldly pulled down his boxers. Booker’s eyes widened in delight and he ran his tongue over his lips. “Oh Jesus,” he moaned as his eyes traveled along the length of Tom’s hardening cock. “Oh Tommy.”
Tom bent up his knees and opened his legs, a clear invitation for Booker to play with his testicles. Smiling with delight, Dennis let his fingers travel down and he gently tugged at Tom’s balls before again running his fingers over the erect shaft. He rubbed his thumb over the weeping slit and lowering his head, he brushed his lips against Tom’s open mouth. “Do you want me to jerk you off?” he breathed softly and he was immediately rewarded by Hanson’s loud moan. “Was that a yes?’ he teased.
“Yesss!” Tom hissed and his body writhed in anticipation. “Make me come.”
Dennis nipped and sucked at the flesh of Tom’s earlobe whilst moving his fingers up and down the length of his cock. “Talk to me,” he murmured. “Tell me what you like.”
Tom’s body squirmed beneath Booker’s touch and his fingers grasped frantically at the blanket beneath him. “FASTER!” he panted loudly. “Oh fuck… it feels so good… Oh God… Oh Dennis!”
Trailing his tongue down the column of Tom’s neck, Booker continued down until he could suck on the nub of Hanson’s nipple. “Do you like that baby?” he groaned and he nipped at the flesh with his teeth. “Do you want me to pull you harder?”
“Harder,” Tom gasped and his hips thrust upward off the mattress. “Harder… harder… HARDER!”
Booker continued to suck at the hard nub as he pumped his fist rapidly over Tom’s leaking cock. Moments later, he felt warm fluid flowing over his fingers and Hanson cried out as the thrill of his orgasm burst through his loins. Reaching down, it only took Dennis two swift tugs to bring about his own release and he bit the taut flesh of Tom’s chest, causing him to yelp in surprise. He grinned at the sound and lifting his head, he gazed into Tom’s stunned eyes. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips against Hanson’s full pout and kissed him tenderly. He moaned when he felt Tom’s tongue exploring his mouth as their kiss deepened. After several minutes, he reluctantly pulled away and smiled down at his lover. “Thank you,” he murmured quietly.
Hanson stared back quizzically. “For what?” he asked in a soft voice.
Booker’s dark eyes filled with tears. “For making me forget,” he whispered. “I know you don’t feel the same way about me as I do about you.”
Tom smiled awkwardly. “To be honest Booker, I don’t know what I feel,” he replied truthfully. “I’ve never had these sorts of feelings for a man before and I don’t know how far I’m prepared to go.”
Rolling onto his back, Dennis let out a loud sigh. “I know,” he answered sadly. “I won’t pressure you Tommy but I want you to know that my feelings for you are genuine, no matter what Penhall and the others say.”
Pulling up his boxers, Hanson rolled onto his side and placed his arm around Booker’s waist. “I know,” he murmured, unsure of what else to say. He did have feelings for Dennis but he did not know if he was just seeking comfort to help him through the long days and nights inside the L.A. jail or if he was in fact, beginning to fall in love with him.
**
Carlos Martínez lay on his bed listening to the soft breathing of his sleeping cellmate. His fingers played lightly over his growing erection and he groaned softly as Booker’s face flashed into his mind. He knew the young cop would do anything to protect Hanson and that opened up a new and very exciting world of possibilities. Not only would he be able to manipulate Booker both emotionally and sexually, if he played his cards right, he would be able to drive a wedge between the two young officers that could never be repaired.
With the image of Tom and Dennis in his mind, Martínez pumped his fist frantically over his cock and after a couple of minutes, he let out a muffled cry as his orgasm hit. Sated from his release, he continued to play with his softening cock as he began to laugh quietly to himself.
The games were about to begin.
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