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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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Hanson and Booker spent a blissful few months slowly becoming acquainted with each other again. They spent many hours sipping wine and talking, learning intimate details about each other’s families and life experiences. Now capable of looking after himself, Tom had moved back into his own apartment. Being careful not to move their relationship along too quickly, they agreed to limit the nights they spent together to a few times during the working week but on weekends, they spent every hour together, enjoying each other’s company and bodies long into the night. The arrangement worked well, both men had time to concentrate on their own needs and their time apart made them hungry for the touch and feel of each other’s bodies.

After a particularly passionately encounter, Tom lay with his head on Booker's chest, lightly tracing his finger around his partner’s nipple. He listened as the beat of Dennis’ heart slowed to a steady rhythm as his body relaxed. Propping himself up on his elbow, Tom stared intensely at Booker. Sensing something was troubling him, Dennis gently swept Tom’s long bangs back from his eyes. “What’s wrong baby?” he asked softly.

Tom chewed on his lower lip, a telltale sign that he was unsure of himself. Several moments later, he gave Booker a shy smile. “I know I haven’t been able to give you what you want,” he murmured quietly.

Booker leaned forward and kissed Tom tenderly. “You’ve given me everything I could ever want,” Dennis reassured, trailing his finger around Hanson’s jaw.

“No I haven’t,” Tom replied, his brown eyes filling with sadness. “I want what you and Ben had, I want to be with you completely.”

Dennis eyes widened with astonishment. More than anything, he wanted to make love to Tom but when their relationship had started, he knew that they might never be able love each other in the intimate way that he so desired. But over time, he had made peace with that knowledge and now he rarely thought about. Hanson meant more to him than sex and he was determined not to ruin their relationship again because of his own selfish needs.

However, now that Tom had made his startling revelation, Booker felt his body tingle. Gazing back into Tom’s brown eyes, he chose his words carefully. “What exactly are you trying to tell me Tommy?” he asked softly.

Hanson gave an awkward smile. “I want you to make love to me but…”

“But what baby?” Dennis pressed gently. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know I can,” Tom replied, his soft eyes glistening. “I just feel so fucking inadequate.”

Dennis pulled Hanson into his arms. “Oh Tommy, don’t ever feel that way,” he muttered into Tom’s hair. “It doesn’t matter to me that we can’t have sex, you know our relationship means more than that to me.”

“I know that!” Tom cried out in frustration, pulling free of Booker’s hold. “But I want more.”

Booker thought about Tom’s statement for a moment before replying. “Then we talk to Doctor Lewis about it, we have therapy, we do whatever it takes if that’s what you want.”

Tom stared at Dennis with devotion. “You’d do that?”

Dennis laughed. “Tommy, when are you going to get it into that thick head of yours that I’ll do anything for you… except maybe murder,” he grinned.

Tom’s face relaxed. “So we speak to Lewis,” he echoed. Bending forward, he kissed Booker affectionately. “I love you Dennis,” he whispered.

Booker’s eyes filled with tears. It was the first time Tom had uttered the sacred words. “I love you too baby,” he replied, before kissing Tom deeply. Hanson laid his head back on Dennis chest and closing his eyes he sighed contentedly as Booker gently stroked his hair. He had finally found the courage to tell his lover what he wanted. Although terrified of what lay ahead, he knew that he had made the right decision. Before too long, he would know what it felt like to be consumed completely by the man he loved.

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When Tom approached Doctor Lewis about his decision to take his relationship with Booker further, the doctor referred them to a sex therapist. Both Dennis and Tom started by having several individual sessions so the therapist could gauge their reservations and expectations. They then started once a week couples counseling. Booker learnt that he needed to relinquish control to Tom and let him take charge during their sexual liaisons. It was not an easy thing for Dennis to do, he had always been the more dominant partner in his relationships but he tried his best to allow Tom to set the pace and tell him what he wanted. He had never been a selfish lover, in fact, he was the exact opposite but he did always like to take control. It was a turning point for them both being able to reverse their roles and experience sex in a different way.

Six weeks into their therapy, Tom and Dennis lay in Booker’s bed slowly kissing as their fingers explored each other’s bodies with light strokes and caresses. Shifting his position slightly, Tom draped his leg over Dennis’ and bent up his knee. Taking Booker’s hand, he gently moved it down his body until it was resting on his backside. “I want you to touch me,” he murmured between kisses. “Touch me there.”

Booker’s heart skipped a beat. He had been instructed by Doctor McGuire not to question Tom’s needs and not to make a fuss and ask if Tom was sure he wanted to take certain steps within their relationship. Kissing Tom tenderly, he gently rubbed his finger against Hanson’s hole. He heard Tom’s sharp intake of breath but he did not pull his hand away, instead, he continued to caress the opening. When he looked into Tom’s eyes, he saw liquid brown pools of desire staring back at him. When Hanson rolled over, Booker thought Tom was calling an end to their experimentation but he heard the bedside drawer open and his heart began to pound. When Tom turned back over, he handed Booker a tube of lubrication with a shaky hand. “I want you to use your finger,” he instructed, his voice trembling slightly.

Dennis kissed Tom and took the lube from his hand. “I’m just gonna get you ready first,” he answered quietly. Tom nodded, as he nervously chewed on his lower lip. Booker placed the unopened lube on the mattress and reaching down he started to rub Tom’s perineum and inner thighs with his fingers. He saw Tom’s face relax and he smiled lovingly. Several minutes later, he opened the lube, and squirted a dollop onto two fingers before throwing the tube onto the floor. Smiling reassuringly at Tom, Booker smeared some lube in a circular motion around his hole, taking time to kiss his lover tenderly. “Ready?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” Tom replied, his eyes gazing at Booker trustingly.

“Breathe in,” Booker instructed. When Tom took a breath Dennis placed his finger against Tom’s hole. “Now breathe out.” When Tom exhaled, Dennis gently pushed the tip of his finger inside. “Again,” he encouraged and when Tom let out his breath, Booker pushed in a little further. He began to circle his finger clockwise, relaxing the tight rings of muscle inside Tom’s body. Slowly, he slid his finger out and back in again as he continued to kiss Tom lovingly. When he had gained full access, he found Tom’s prostate and he gently began to massage the gland. He heard Tom gasp and reaching down, he used his other hand to caress Tom’s cock. “Can you feel it baby?” he asked, sucking on Hanson’s lower lip.

“Yesss!” Tom hissed. “Oh my God Dennis… it feels so fucking good.”

Letting go of Hanson’s cock, Booker concentrated on giving Tom pleasure through anal stimulation. He felt Tom’s fingers stroke his own erection and he moaned into Tom’s mouth. As Hanson’s arousal grew, he became vocal. “Oh fuck… oh Dennis… oh God… oh God!”

Looking down, Booker could see Tom’s cock weeping heavily. “Touch me,” Tom begged, needing to feel Booker’s fingers wrapped around his cock. Dennis started to tug gently at Tom’s cock, causing Hanson to cry out. “Oh Dennis… I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m comiiing!”

Tom’s warm juices shot over his stomach and Booker’s fingers. Hearing Tom’s cry of pleasure pushed Booker over the edge and his own orgasm hit just as hard. His body shuddered and he kissed Tom passionately. As his cock softened, he gently removed his finger from Tom’s body. Slowing down the kiss, he pulled away and stared lovingly into Tom’s eyes. “God I love you,” he whispered, stroking Tom’s hair.

Smiling languidly, Tom pressed his lips against his lover’s. “I love you too,” he whispered. “And that was fucking amazing.”

Booker smiled contentedly. “Always happy to please,” he murmured, causing Tom to laugh. Gazing deep into Hanson’s eyes, he gently caressed his lover’s face. “I’m so proud of you.”

Tom giggled. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he joked.

Laughing Booker pulled Tom against his chest and continued to stroke his hair. Hanson had faced and conquered one of his greatest fears and Dennis knew that in time, he would be able to show Tom just how much he really did love him.

**

The sound of the phone woke Booker from a tranquil sleep. Gazing over at Tom’s sleeping face, he groaned and climbed out of bed. Walking into the living area, he snatched up the phone. “Booker,” he muttered sleepily.

“It’s ten o’clock in the morning and you’re just getting up?” Penhall admonished jokingly. “What have you been doing all night?”

Booker grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teased, knowing he would get a reaction.

“Jesus Christ Booker! Now I’m never gonna be able to get that image out of my head,” Doug spluttered in horror.

“Hey, I didn’t say anything, it’s your dirty mind that’s conjuring up that picture,” Dennis laughed. “So what can I do for you Doug? Or do you want to speak to Tom?”

“Both actually,” Penhall replied, his voice becoming serious. “They’ve just laid charges against Matthew Richardson, Jerome Jackson, Stephen Lomman, Gareth Jones, James Peterson and Robert Ferguson. They’re interviewing them as we speak.”

“Jesus,” Booker muttered, a lump forming in his throat. “You’d better speak to Tommy.”

Putting down the receiver, Booker went into the bedroom and woke up Tom. He sat on the couch and watched Tom as he listened to what Penhall had to tell him. Hanson barely spoke, he just gave yes and no answers to Doug’s questions in a quiet voice. After several minutes, he hung up the receiver. He remained standing by the phone, not moving, as he stared silently out of the window. Standing up Booker walked over and placed an arm around Hanson’s shoulders. “Are you okay?” he asked.

When Tom turned to face him, his eyes were glistening with tears. “It’s started,” he muttered, before turning away and walking back into the bedroom and quietly closing the door.
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