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Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2103 -:- 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 feel of Tom’s body pressing against him woke Dennis from a troubled sleep. His early morning erection strained against the confines of his boxers and he bit down on his lower lip and willed it to disappear. Carefully rolling onto his side, he turned his back to Hanson and stared blankly at the wall. A moment later, Tom shifted position, spooning himself against Dennis, his semi-erect cock pressing against Booker’s backside. The sensation was too much for Booker and he let out a frustrated groan. A few seconds later, he heard Tom’s sleepy voice. “Are you okay Dennis?”
Booker briefly considered pretending he was still asleep but eventually, he rolled over so he was facing Tom. “I’m fine,” he sighed.
The next words out of Tom’s mouth were a complete shock for him. “I’m horny,” Tom murmured, his dilated pupils blackening his eyes.
“Jesus Tommy,” Dennis moaned, licking his lips nervously. “I thought we agreed—“
“I don’t care what we agreed,” Tom replied, pushing his lower lip into a soft pout and staring back sulkily. “I’m tired of feeling crappy. I want to feel good.”
Staring into Tom’s beautiful face, Dennis found himself weakening. Sensing that he was on the verge of victory, Tom leaned forward and brushed his lips against Dennis’, barely making contact against the protruding flesh. A jolt of electricity shot down Booker’s spine and he pulled Hanson into his arms, kissing him passionately. Their tongues intertwined, clashing fervently as they explored each other’s hot, moist mouths. Pushing Dennis onto his back, Tom rolled on top so he could grind his cock against Dennis’ hardness. Groaning in pleasure, Booker’s hands grasped Tom’s buttocks and he moved him forward and backwards, increasing the friction between their erections. Tom’s mouth found Dennis’ throat and he sucked and nipped as he thrust against Dennis’ pelvis. “Oh, quiero lefa,” he moaned softly. Oh, I want to come.
Once again, the Spanish language had an emotional impact on Dennis and his cock began to weep heavily. Flipping them both onto their sides, he frantically pushed down Tom’s boxers and wrapping his fingers around his cock, he began to work his fist over Hanson’s erection.
Tom cried out in pleasure. “Oh me gusta! ME GUSTA!” he screamed, his body arching backwards. Fumbling his hand downwards, he found Dennis’ weeping cock and began to jerk him off.
“Oh FUCK!” Dennis yelled, as he writhed beneath Tom’s touch. “Oh Tommy… oh Tommy… oh TOMMEEE!”
Dennis’ orgasm hit hard and he shot his semen over Tom’s fingers and onto his stomach. A second later, Tom shouted Dennis’ name, his body shuddering violently as he reached his release. When their bodies relaxed, Dennis leaned forward and kissed Tom slowly and tenderly, taking the time to enjoy the kiss. Pulling back, he smiled uncertainly. “Shit,” he whispered nervously.
Not feeling any of Dennis’ anxiety, Tom laid his head on Booker’s smooth, broad chest and sighed contentedly. “Mmm, that felt fucking amazing,” he murmured, his finger lightly circling the indentation of Dennis’ navel. After several minutes passed in silence, he propped himself up on his elbow and gazed up into Booker’s troubled eyes. “Relax Dennis, I’m not about to have a flashback or a breakdown or whatever it is that you’re worried about. What we’re doing isn’t wrong. I have feelings for you and you have feelings for me. We’re consenting adults. What’s the problem?”
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Dennis sat up and ran a hand through his tousled hair. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you Tom. You’ve been abused by so many different men and—“
Tom sat up, abruptly interrupting Dennis’ words. “You think I’m a fucking nut job!” he yelled. “Well FUCK YOU, you smug bastard! It must be fucking wonderful to have lived such a wholesome life. I bet this is the first time you’ve bedded down next to a whore!”
Dennis’ eyes widened in shock at the viciousness of Tom’s tirade. Twisting his body to face Tom, he stared at him in disbelief. “Why are you attacking me? I’m trying to protect you.”
Pulling up his boxers, Tom climbed off the bed. “GET FUCKED!” he screamed, tears streaming down his face. “I fucking hate you! You make me feel more like a whore than any of those men ever did!” Stumbling blindly from the room, he found his way to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Leaning against the wooden panel, he slid to the floor and drawing up his legs, he sobbed uncontrollably. He felt dirty and worthless and he began to wonder if he really was destined to live out his life as Hermoso Puto. Shuddering violently, he clenched his fists as a strong craving for heroin racked his body. He wanted the warm, safe feeling that he experienced when the drug hit his system, the pleasure high that was an indescribable sensation for those who had never used. The feeling was so strong, he doubled over in pain, panting heavily. The attack left him feeling weak and sweaty and struggling to his feet, he leaned against the hand basin for support. When his body stopped trembling, he turned on the cold faucet and splashed his face with water, cooling his flushed skin.
A gentle knock on the door made him jump. “What?” he snapped, turning off the faucet and drying his face with a towel.
Dennis’ voice sounded muffled from the other side of the door. “Can I come in?”
“It’s your bathroom,” Tom replied sullenly.
The door pushed open and Dennis entered the room looking concerned. He felt a pang of remorse when he saw Tom’s pale, angry face. “I’m sorry,” he apologized softly, his fingers scratching nervously at the back of his head. “You’re a grown man and you can make your own decisions.”
Tom stared back at him silently. Stepping forward, Dennis took hold of Hanson’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “What more do you want me to say Tommy?” he asked quietly. “I admit it, I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did after… it’s just, I care about you so much, I’m terrified of hurting you.”
Pulling his hand away, Tom glared back angrily. “People hurt each other Booker,” he said, unconsciously using the name he had always used when they worked together. “You can’t protect me from everything. I want to be treated the same as everyone else. Don’t you see? The more you cosset me, the more you make me feel like a worthless piece of shit!”
As he digested Tom’s words, Dennis slowly realized how stupid he had been. By trying to protect Hanson, he had in fact, continued to make him feel like an outcast. “Jesus,” he whispered, his expression contrite. “You’re right. I’m so sorry Tommy, I didn’t realize. I never meant to make you feel worthless.”
Tom’s expression softened. “I know you didn’t,” he mumbled. “I guess I’m just a little sensitive.”
Taking Tom’s hand, Dennis cocked his head on one side and gave him a sheepish grin. “Am I forgiven?” he asked quietly.
Moving forward, Tom circled an arm around Booker’s waist. “Depends,” he murmured in Dennis’ ear. “Will you shower with me?”
Dennis let out a moan of pleasure. “Yes,” he breathed, his hand travelling to Tom’s backside and giving his cheek a gentle squeeze. Taking hold of the bottom of Tom’s t-shirt, Dennis lifted it over his head. Next, he inserted his thumbs into the waistband of Tom’s boxers and slowly lowered them to the floor. Hanson quickly stepped out of the material and kicked them to one side. Booker undressed and leaning into the shower cubicle, he adjusted the faucets until a warm spray of water flowed from the shower head. When Tom stepped under the cascading water, Dennis could see that his back still bore the scars of the brutality inflicted upon him whilst in El Salvador. There were other, fresher wounds damaging his skin, a reminder of his life on the streets. Booker bit down on his lip and kept his expression neutral. He did not want Tom to witness the pain he felt when he saw the remnants of the violence Hanson had suffered at the hands of his abuses. Tom had made it perfectly clear that he did not want his pity or his concern. He needed to start thinking of him as survivor and not a victim.
Joining Tom under the warm spray of water, Booker let his hands travel up and down Hanson’s slender body. Tom stood silently, his hands resting lightly on Dennis’ hips. As they gazed into each other’s eyes, their lips touched and they kissed slowly and tenderly. Placing his hands on Tom’s buttocks, Dennis pulled him close so he could feel his cock pressing against him. Breaking the kiss, his mouth found Tom’s ear and he sucked and nipped at the lobe. He felt Tom’s cock twitch to life and he pressed his lips against his throat. “Do you want me to suck you?” he moaned as he nipped at the taut flesh.
Tom groaned loudly. “Fuck yeah.”
As he slowly dropped to his knees, Dennis trailed kisses down Tom’s soft skin. Kneeling on the hard, tiled floor, he gazed up into Hanson’s tranquil face. “Ready,” he asked.
Tom nodded expectantly. Laying one hand against Tom’s hip, Booker wrapped the fingers of his other hand around the base of Tom’s semi-erect cock. Taking a deep breath, he softly pressed his lips against Tom’s cockhead, kissing it tenderly. Hanson let out a moan of pleasure and his hips rocked forward. “Again,” he murmured. “Kiss it again.”
Smiling, Dennis placed his mouth back against Tom’s slit and kissed it lightly, opening his lips slightly so he could suck gently against the tip.
This time, Tom cried out his delight and his legs began to tremble. “Oh Jesus Dennis, oh fuck! Again… again!”
Dennis did not hold back. Wrapping his lips around Tom’s engorged head, he moved his mouth up and down Tom’s shaft whilst making a soft, vibrating mmm sound. Hanson buried his fingers in Dennis’ hair, pulling at it painfully. “OH FUCK!” he yelled and he thrust his cock deep into Booker’s mouth. Reaching down, Booker wrapped his fingers around his own cock and began to masturbate whilst sucking and swirling his tongue around Hanson’s engorged head. Throwing back his head, Tom pumped his cock in and out of Dennis accommodating mouth. “Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… se siente tan bien!” he cried, his hips thrusting faster. It feels so good! He felt his orgasm rising and with a yell, he shuddered his release.
Dennis swallowed deeply, savoring Tom’s unique taste. As he lapped and sucked at Tom’s softening cock, he felt Tom’s hands stroking his hair. The gentleness of his touch pushed him over the edge and he ejaculated over his fingers, the warm water swirling his sticky fluid down the drain. Panting heavily, he rose to his feet where Tom’s mouth met his with a tender kiss. Wrapping his arms around Tom’s slippery body, he buried his face against his neck. “God Tommy,” he groaned. “You are so fucking hot.”
Tom grinned. “And you give the best blowjob. Where the fuck did you learn that humming thing?”
Lifting his head, Dennis smiled cheekily. “Years of practice. Men know what men like, it’s that simple.”
“You’ll have to teach me,” Tom murmured, his eyes shining seductively.
“Count on it,” Booker replied softly.
Picking up the soap, he gently lathered Tom’s body, being carefully not to hurt the wounds on his back. When he was finished, he washed and rinsed Tom’s hair before Tom returned the favor. Clean and sated, they stepped out of the shower and slowly dried each other’s bodies. Returning to the bedroom, they dressed in near identical clothing, laughing at the absurdity of it.
After a light breakfast, Dennis picked up his jacket and shrugged it on. “I need to get some groceries, do you want to come or do you want to stay here,” he asked.
Lying down on the couch, Tom picked up the TV remote. “Stay here,” he replied absently as he flicked through the channels.
Dennis bent over and kissed the top of Tom’s head. “Okay, see you in a while.”
As he walked the short distance to the local supermarket, Dennis could not keep a grin off his face. He could not remember the last time he had achieved two orgasms so close together. Tom made him so horny he doubted he would ever be able to keep his hands off him. But he needed to remember that there was a serious side to their relationship. Tom was a recovering addict and his recuperation was the most important thing.
Walking into the store, he picked up a basket and began throwing in various items. His first goal in Tom’s recovery was to get him eating more. Smiling to himself, he shook his head in amusement. He was becoming domesticated and he suddenly realized why. He loved Tom Hanson more than any lover had had ever had and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. It had happened so quickly but he felt himself being pulled into the comfortable day to day existence of being a couple and he could not have been happier. After spending years searching for Tom, he could now enjoy having him in his life and he hoped it would last forever.
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