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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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The motion of the coach had finally lulled Tom to sleep. He lay curled up on the seat, his head resting in Dennis’ lap and his trench coat draped over his body. Booker lightly played with Tom’s hair as he gazed out of the window into the darkness outside. They had been traveling for fifteen hours and had not yet reached the half way mark of their journey. In another couple of hours, they would change coaches for their final leg of the journey. Although tired, Booker found sleep elusive. He and Tom had chatted happily about their plans for the first few hours and then they had both pulled out their books and silently lost themselves in the world of literary fantasy. Still not accustomed to reading, Tom’s eyes had grown heavy after only an hour and following a meal of store bought sandwiches, he had gladly laid his head onto Booker’s lap and fallen asleep. The atmosphere was peaceful, only twenty people sat scattered throughout the coach, most reading or sleeping. Tom and Dennis sat to the rear, away from the bulk of the passengers. They did not want their conversations overheard by listening ears. Technically, they were both runaways, which meant a member of the public could report them if they perceived the boys to be in danger. That was one of Dennis’ greatest fears. In the city, it was easy to remain nameless. People lived busy lives and most did not even notice the scores of dirty children who solicited on the streets. Moving to the country posed more of a risk. Two young boys traveling alone could cause people to start asking questions. Booker was sure he could pass for eighteen but Tommy was a different story. He looked younger than his fifteen years, which meant he was likely to receive unwanted attention as to why he was traveling with Booker. Dennis’ only plan was that they masquerade as brothers, with Booker playing the role of guardian. They had no identification to back up their story but they hoped most would take it at face value and not pursue the matter further.
Feeling Tom shift position, Booker instinctively looked down. He smiled lovingly when he saw Tom’s sleepy eyes gazing up at him. “Hey beautiful,” he whispered, “Did you have a good rest?”
Tom nodded drowsily as a soft smile played upon his lips. “I’m horny,” he murmured softly, “Play with me.”
Booker’s eyes flickered with arousal at Tom’s words. Looking around the coach, he could see that their closest neighbor was a man five rows to their right. His heart fluttered as he bowed his head low so he could whisper in Tom’s ear. “Are you sure?” he murmured, his cock already beginning to twitch at the anticipation of feeling Tom’s erection in his hand.
“Touch me,” Tom breathed as his liquid brown eyes, pleaded with Dennis.
Not needing any further encouragement, Booker reached under the coat and unbuttoned Tom’s jeans before carefully pulling down the zipper. Reaching into Tom’s boxers, he gently freed his cock. Tom let out a soft moan and closed his eyes as Dennis gently played with his growing erection. Leaning forward, Booker whispered, “Open your eyes, I want you to look at me.”
Tom did as Booker asked and he gazed up at his lover as Dennis tugged and fondled his cock. He could see the excitement in Booker’s face at the clandestine way he was able to touch his lover without anyone on the coach noticing. Dennis felt Tom start to rock his hips as his erection enlarged. “Harder,” Tom whispered his dark eyes wildly imploring with Dennis to comply.
Smiling impishly, Booker immediately slowed his pace. He wanted to hear Tom plead for release and knowing that he would have to do it quietly made it even more thrilling. “Beg me,” he murmured as his hand stilled, causing Tom to bite down on his lower lip to prevent himself from groaning.
“Please!” Tom begged through clenched teeth, “Dennis please… I need you to touch me.”
“Like this?” Booker whispered as he once again tugged at Tom’s cock.
Tom only managed a nod as he concentrated on not crying out. Booker grinned down at his lover and began to work his fist over Tom’s hardened cock. Tom’s eyes widened as he felt his impending orgasm rising. His teeth clamped down hard on his lower lip and blood slowly began to seep out. Booker quickened his pace as their eyes locked. He felt his own erection straining against his jeans but he ignored it, intent on giving Tom the release he needed. With a soft cry, Tom’s body shuddered as he ejaculated, his semen covering Dennis’ fingers and the coat concealing his body. Booker looked up and saw the man sitting in front of them staring back, his eyes emitting a glare of disgust. Booker could not resist a cheeky grin and the man looked away. Tucking himself in and zipping up his jeans, Tom struggled to a sitting position. Leaning over, he kissed Booker lightly on the lips and murmured, “Do you need me to return the favor?”
Booker’s eyes glinted with desire, but he shook his head as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of Kleenex. Handing one to Tom, he wiped at his messy fingers with the other. “Better not,” he muttered, “I think that guy over there almost had a heart attack and I don’t want us kicked off the coach.”
Dabbing at the inside of his coat and the bottom of his shirt, Tom smirked wickedly. “It would almost be worth it,” he chuckled, “Just imagine the look on his face if I bent down and starting sucking you off.”
Dennis’ stomach flip-flopped at the thought of Tommy giving him head right there on the bus. His cock ached for release but he did not want to risk it. Shaking his head, he muttered, “Nah, I’ll just go jerk off in the toilet, be back in minute.”
Pouting at not being able to pleasure his lover, Tom stared out at the inky blackness outside. Tasting blood, he wiped at his lip and smiled to himself. He had enjoyed their little sex-capade knowing that at any moment someone could walk down the isle of the coach and discover what they were doing. Tom found the illicit act thrilling and he started imagining other places where he and Booker could secretly explore each other’s bodies. Looking up he saw the man Booker had told him about, staring at him with a scowl on his face. Tom sneered at him and the man quickly looked away just as Dennis came back to his seat. “Is he bothering you?” Booker asked as he sat down and put a protective arm around Tom’s shoulders.
Not wanting Dennis to cause a scene, Tom shook his head and relaxed back against Booker’s body. Sated from his recent release, Tom closed his eyes and allowed the hum of the road to soothe him back to sleep.
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The second leg of their journey was less eventful. The disgruntled man had positioned himself as far away from Tom and Dennis as he could and the boys found themselves alone at the back of the coach. Dennis slept most of the way, his head resting against Tom’s shoulder. Tom finished The Outsiders and started on To Kill a Mocking Bird. The story drew him in immediately and he ignored the burning in his eyes so he could continue reading. After several hours, the heaviness of Booker’s body leaning against him became too uncomfortable and he nudged Dennis lightly. Opening his eyes, Booker remembered where he was and he sat up and stretched his arms into the air as he yawned loudly. Leaning over, he placed his lips against Tom’s hair and kissed him lightly. Tom closed his book and turning to face his lover, he closed his eyes as Booker pressed light kisses down his face until their mouths engaged. They kissed lazily for several minutes before pulling apart. Tom smiled contentedly, his initial uncertainty at leaving the city now a distant memory. The last day and a half had been some of the most relaxing that he could remember. No longer did he fear physical attacks or abuse from unscrupulous men, all he felt was love from the boy sitting next to him. Sensing Booker staring at him, he looked up and grinned at his boyfriend. “What?” he asked, as his eyes searched his partner's face.
“It never ceases to amaze me how beautiful you are,” Booker murmured softly as he trailed a light finger down Tom’s face and along his jaw line.
Tom blushed with embarrassment, making Dennis laugh. “Sorry Tommy,” he teased, taking delight in Tom’s obvious discomfort. “But you really are very pretty.”
“Shut up,” Tom mumbled sulkily, his lower lip forming a soft pout, “You know I hate it when you say that.”
Booker moved forward and in an effort to make it right, he attempted to suck on the inviting flesh but Tom pushed him away crossly. Not giving up, Booker whispered in Tom’s ear, determined to apologize, “Sorry baby,” he murmured as his lips lightly brushed against Tom’s neck, “But I just can’t believe how lucky I am.”
A slow smile formed on Tom’s lips and his bad mood quickly dissipated. Turning, he placed his palm against Booker’s face. “I’m the lucky one,” he replied softly, “You rock my world.”
Tears glistened in Dennis’ eyes and he pulled Tom into a tight hug. He wondered how he had ever survived before he had met Tom. It seemed impossible that he had lived for sixteen years without his friend by his side. Sighing contentedly, he settled back against his seat and closing his eyes, he romanticize about their new life together.
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