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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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Four weeks later
Tom entered Booker’s room and a huge smile lit up his face when he saw his lover walking out of the bathroom using only a cane for support. “Hey, look at you!” he exclaimed happily. “When did you stop using the frame?”
An embarrassed smile twitched at Booker’s lips. “I wanted to surprise you,” he replied quietly. “They said once I could walk with a cane, I could go home with you, you know, just for a few hours.”
Tom’s eyes danced with excitement and rushing forward, he wrapped his arms around Booker and pulling him close, he squeezed his butt cheeks. “When?” he murmured against his lips. “Because I can’t wait to get you in our bed. I miss you.”
A loud ahem abruptly pulled them apart and turning around, they saw Joyce Booker standing in the doorway, her dark eyes narrowed into slits and her mouth set in a firm, disapproving line.
Dennis ran a nervous hand over his mouth. “Mom, I thought you and Dad weren’t visiting until tonight,” he mumbled as his eyes flittered anxiously between his lover and his mother. When Joyce did not reply, he motioned towards Tom. “Um, this is my boyfriend T—”
“We’ve met,” Joyce replied quietly, her eyes refusing to meet Tom’s gaze. “So am I hearing this right Denny? You’d rather spend your home visit with Tom than with your family?”
Shocked by his mother’s rudeness, Booker shuffled over to the bed and sat down heavily. “Mom don’t,” he pleaded in a trembling voice.
Although surprised by Joyce’s attitude, Tom decided to play peacemaker. Sitting down next to Booker, he placed an arm around his shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “It’s okay Dennis. You should go home with your parents for a visit. You can come to me next time.”
Since his stroke, Dennis struggled to control his emotions and tears spilled from his tortured eyes. “N-No!” he cried and burying his face against his lover’s chest, his body heaved as he sobbed uncontrollably. “I w-want to go h-home with y-you!”
Tom felt a physical pain in his heart and placing a hand under Booker’s chin, he gently tilted up his face so that their eyes met. “And I want you to come home with me,” he murmured softly and leaning forward, he brushed his lips against Dennis’ tear stained cheek, “but we’ve got the rest of our lives to spend together. One day isn’t going to make a difference. ”
“He's right Denny," Joyce replied. “One day won't make a difference. We want you home with us."
Booker swiped at his tears. “And I want to go home with Tom. Why can't you accept that? I thought you supported my choices.”
Joyce stared back at her son in surprise. “I do support you,” she replied softly, “but seeing you struggling every day is difficult for all of us. I love you and I’m trying to protect you.”
Entwining his fingers in Tom’s, Booker lifted up their hands. “Tom protects me,” he whispered, “he’s my world mom… he’s my everything. Please try to understand. I love him.”
Tears filled Joyce’s eyes and swallowing deeply, she nodded her head. “I understand perfectly,” she muttered. “You don’t need me anymore, not now that you have Tom.”
Dennis sighed heavily and using his cane for support, he struggled to his feet and walked slowly over to his mother. Laying a hand on her shoulder, he looked deep into her teary eyes. “Don’t make me choose between the two of you,” he murmured softly, "because you’ll lose.”
Joyce’s eyes widened in shock. “Denny!” she exclaimed. “Why are you being so hurtful? I’m your mother, I raised you! Don’t push me away when I’m only trying to help you!”
Although his body was shaking, Booker’s expression remained impassive. “This isn't about wanting to protect me. When you walked in and saw us together, you couldn't handle it. You say you're supportive but in the cold light of day, you hate that I have a boyfriend. But I'm telling you mom, until you can accept that Tom and I are in a relationship, I won’t be coming to visit. Not now, not ever.”
Having maintained his silence long enough, Tom stood up and walked over to Dennis. He smiled at his lover and placed a reassuring arm around his waist before turning his attention to Joyce. “Mrs. Booker, we got off on the wrong foot but we have something in common; we both love Dennis and we don’t want to see him hurting. So please, can you at least try and accept that we're together?”
Joyce dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. “You’re my son’s boyfriend Officer Hanson, so I’m guessing I don’t have a choice.”
Dennis angrily slammed the end of his cane against the floor. “MOM!” he yelled. “STOP! JUST STOP! WHY ARE YOU TREATING TOM THIS WAY?”
Tom could feel Dennis’ body trembling with rage and he finally lost his temper. Stepping forward, he spoke to Joyce through gritted teeth, “You need to leave, you’re upsetting him."
If Tom’s protectiveness surprised her, Joyce Booker did not show it and ignoring him completely, she gave Dennis a peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Dennis’ knuckles whitened as he tightened his grasp on the handle of his cane. “You know I’m going home with Tom tomorrow,” he replied tersely. “So stop playing these games.”
Dark eyes met dark eyes and Tom watched as mother and son glared defiantly at each other. Eventually, Joyce lowered her gaze and turning away, she walked from the room.
“Are you okay?” Tom asked quietly.
Booker’s eyes filled with sadness. “She can be manipulative." He paused for a moment before asking, "Did she prevent you from seeing me at the hospital?"
Not wanting to lie to his lover any longer, Tom nodded. “Yeah she did. But give her time Dennis, she’ll come around eventually. It's been tough on her, dealing with everything that's happened to you."
Wrapping an arm around Tom’s waist, Booker pulled him close and kissed him tenderly. “I meant what I said. If she makes me choose, she’ll lose me forever.”
Tom’s lips twitched into a half smile but inside, he felt responsible for driving a wedge between mother and son.
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The following day
Turning the key in the lock, Tom pushed open Booker’s apartment door and stepped back. “Home sweet home.”
Dennis smiled and walked inside. For the first time in six weeks, he almost felt like his old self. His recovery was taking time but it was happening. His speech almost sounded normal, the cane had permanently replaced his walking frame and every day he felt the strength slowly returning to his arm and leg. It was a relief that he was now able to do most things for himself and he could finally see light at the end of the very long, dark tunnel, the tunnel that had trapped his body in a state of immobility. Every small achievement was a huge accomplishment for him but he was determined to push himself even harder so that one day, he would be able to walk unaided and return to the job he loved. It had been a slow process but he was finally moving forward.
However, it was Tom’s patient affections that had eased his greatest fear and knowing that he could achieve an orgasm was a huge weight off his mind. He had been terrified that he would remain impotent, but since their encounter in his room a month ago, Tom had relieved his sexual needs on an almost daily basis. Having experienced the terrifying panic of losing the ability to obtain an erection, he could not get enough sexual stimulation. The sight of Tom’s tussled hair bobbing up and down in front of him as he sucked him off was intoxicating. He had achieved some of his most mind-blowing orgasms ever and now that they were truly alone, with no fear of someone walking in on them, he wanted to return the favor. He yearned to trace his fingers over his lover’s body and feel his cock growing beneath his tender touch before bringing him to an explosive climax. Tom’s body was his temple and he wanted to worship it.
Sitting down on the couch, he let out a contented sigh. He was tired but happy and it felt good to be back in familiar surroundings. Leaning against the cushions, he closed his eyes and relaxed his body. He was one step closer to leaving the clinic forever. He was one step closer to coming home.
He felt the couch cushion next to him depress and opening his eyes, he smiled wearily at the man he adored. “Hey,” he muttered softly.
Tom reached out and brushed Dennis’ hair from his eyes. “You look tired. Maybe going out for lunch was too much for your first outing.”
Dennis sighed. “Maybe,” he admitted. “I’ve been so used to spending time alone, I guess the noise was a little overwhelming.”
“Sorry,” Tom replied quietly. “I didn’t think of that. We should have eaten here.”
Booker shook his head back and forth. “No, I enjoyed it, but it’s nice to be just you and me.”
“Yeah it is,” Tom murmured. “But you look worn out. Do you want to lie down for a bit?”
“Only if you lie with me,” Booker replied softly.
Hot desire ran through Tom’s body but he quickly pushed the feeling away. Booker needed his rest and he would not be responsible for him suffering any setbacks. Taking hold of his hand, he stood up. “C’mon, you look dead on your feet.”
Leaning heavily on his cane, Dennis stood up and followed Tom into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and gazed down at his lover as he carefully removed his shoes and socks. When Tom lifted his head, he reached out and touched his face. “Stay with me.”
Tom’s eyes clouded over. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea Dennis,” he replied quietly. “You need to sleep.”
Booker’s lower lip pushed into a soft pout. “I don’t want to sleep, I want to play with you.”
Tom’s pupils dilated and a soft moan escaped his lips. “Dennis…”
“Please,” Booker whispered, his dark eyes imploring with Tom to understand his needs. “I haven’t touched you in so long. I miss you.”
The thought of Dennis’ fingers exploring his body sent a shiver of excitement down Tom’s spine and when his cock twitched to life, he knew he was weakening. He missed his lover’s tender touch and he longed to feel the caress of a hand other than his own. “Okay,” he murmured and standing up he kicked off his boots and slowly undressed.
Booker’s eyes roamed hungrily over Tom's toned body. “God, I’d forgotten how gorgeous you are.”
When Tom’s face immediately flushed pink, he chuckled softly. “Some things never change,” he joked and lying down on the bed, he patted the mattress beside him. “Come here beautiful."
Tom’s arousal was already evident and moving forward, he lay down next to his lover. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
Wrapping an arm around Tom’s waist, Booker pulled him in close and kissed him tenderly. Tom’s fingers fumbled with the zipper of his jeans but he playfully slapped the hand away. “Nuh uh,” he admonished in a teasing tone, “you've been pleasuring me for weeks. I want you to lie back and enjoy this.”
Even though Tom ached to be touched, he was worried about Dennis’ physical wellbeing. “Are you sure you’re up to it?” he asked quietly.
Booker pulled away and glared at his lover. “Do you think I’m too disabled to satisfy you?”
Tom immediately realized his mistake and gathering Dennis in his arms, he nuzzled against his neck. “Of course not,” he murmured. “You’re the strongest man I know.”
Flopping back against the pillow, Dennis ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Sorry, I guess I’m still a little defensive about… my disabilities. I know I’m not the man I used to be and sometimes I wonder if I ever will be again.”
Snuggling in closer, Tom pressed his lips against Dennis’ pout. “Of course you’re defensive,” he murmured softly. “Who wouldn’t be? But I love you Dennis, not your physique, not your athleticism… you. You’re the most resilient man I’ve ever met and I’m almost certain that you’ll beat this. But if you don’t, it doesn’t matter because to me, you’re still the same man I fell in love with.”
Tears filled Booker’s eyes and he quickly wiped them away. “You’ll still love me even if I can’t stop crying?” he joked halfheartedly.
Tom grinned impishly and taking hold of Dennis’ hand, he pushed it down towards his erection. “Only if you make me come,” he whispered, his dark eyes black with arousal.
Booker moaned and pushing Tom onto his back, he clambered awkwardly down the bed. Bending up Tom’s knees, he knelt between his open legs. “Oh baby,” he sighed, “you are so fucking beautiful.”
This time, the compliment had no impact on Tom. He was beyond feeling any embarrassment, all he yearned for was the light caress of Dennis’ fingers against his skin. “Touch me,” he moaned.
Dropping to all fours, Booker brushed his lips against Tom’s. “Can I use my finger?”
Tom’s eyes flickered with desire. “Yes… God yes,” he breathed. “I wanna feel you inside me.”
Dennis drew in a sharp intake of breath. More than anything, he wanted to consummate their relationship and for him, there was no better time than now. He wanted to feel whole, to feel like the man he had once been. But most of all, he wanted to love Tom in every sense of the word. He wanted to give him a piece of himself, he wanted to enter his body and shower him with an explosive pleasure that he had never felt before because then and only then, would they be truly connected, bound together forever by an act of pure love.
Gazing, deep into his lover’s eyes, he uttered the words that would ultimately transform their relationship. “I… I want to make love to you Tommy.”
Tom’s eyes widened in surprise and he began to chew furiously on his lower lip. Seconds ticked by and Booker sat back on his heels and let out a sigh. “You don’t want to,” he stated in a flat voice tinged with hurt. “That’s okay, forget I said anything.”
When the shock of Dennis’ words finally faded, Tom rubbed a trembling hand over his mouth. “I… Wow! I didn’t… Shit! I didn’t expect that,” he stammered awkwardly.
Booker turned away and stared miserably at the floor and when Tom caught sight of his lover’s profile and the sorrow etched on his beautiful face, he made his decision. He did not make it because he felt guilty and he did not make it because he felt pressured. He made it because deep in his heart, he knew his love for Dennis was more profound than any love he had ever felt before and he wanted to experience that ultimate level of intimacy with him. Dennis was his soul mate and after living through the fear and heartache of the last few months, they had reached a definitive point in their relationship. They had been through so much together and he knew it was time. He wanted to feel Dennis moving inside him, he wanted to surrender himself completely so that their souls could merge as one.
Reaching out a hand, he gently cupped Booker’s face and turned it towards him. When their eyes locked, he felt a charge of electricity jolt through his body and he knew he had made the right decision. Gazing up at his lover, he immediately forgot everything he was about to say and only one word tumbled from his lips. “Yes.”
Booker’s eyes grew large and his heart began to pound in his chest. “Tommy,” he gasped. “I-I—”
“Shh,” Tom murmured and placing his hand behind Booker’s neck, he pulled him forward and kissed him tenderly. When they broke apart, he finally found the words that were beating in his heart. “I love you Dennis Booker and I want to know what it feels like to be loved by you. I want to be consumed by you, to be as one with you and I want to do it now… right now… because never again will there be a more perfect moment for us to come together.”
Tears spilled from Dennis’ eyes and slowly trickled down his face. “Oh baby,” he whispered. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
Tom reached out and brushed the tears from Dennis’ face. “Make love to me.”
After stripping off his clothing, Dennis opened his bedside drawer and took out a condom and the tube of lubrication and placing them on the bed, he smiled down at Tom. “First I want to taste you,” he breathed and ducking his head, he took his time exploring Tom’s body with his mouth. He licked and sucked up and down his torso and his cock began to swell as he felt his lover squirming beneath him. Moving lower down the bed, he flicked his tongue over Tom’s cockhead and when he heard a soft cry of pleasure from above, he grinned to himself. He knew what Tom liked and running his tongue over his lips, he pressed them lightly against the bulbous tip. He felt Tom’s body arch off the bed and when eager fingers tangled in his hair, he darted out his tongue and licked around the coronal ridge.
“Again,” Tom moaned and his eyes fluttered closed. “Oh Dennis, kiss it again.”
The passion in Tom’s voice pushed Booker to another level and his cock instantly became erect. The sensation was unlike any he had ever experienced. Never before had his body reacted to just the sound of a lover’s voice and he knew he needed to control himself or it would all be over before they had even begun.
Lifting his head, he gazed down at Tom’s rapturous expression and another smile graced his lips. “God you make me horny,” he groaned.
Tom peered up through hooded lids. “Why are you stopping?” he teased flirtatiously.
Booker laughed softly. “Cheeky,” he admonished in a low voice and leaning forward, he brushed his lips against Tom’s seductive pout. “I’m pacing myself.”
Closing his eyes again, Tom moaned in frustration. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Oh God,” Booker groaned and he knew he could not wait any longer. He was rock hard and there was a very real chance that Tom’s voice alone would bring him to climax. Grabbing the tube of lubrication, he coated his finger and placed it against Tom’s puckered hole. “Ready?” he breathed.
Tom nodded and as Dennis’ fingertip entered his body, he let out a soft moan. “Yes… oh yesss.”
Dennis gently worked his finger in and out, expertly relaxing the tight wall of muscle. When he gained full access, he gazed down at his lover. “Put the condom on me.”
He watched excitedly as Tom picked up the square package, ripped it open and rolled the prophylactic onto his erect cock. Carefully withdrawing his finger, he leaned forward and supporting himself on one arm, he used his free hand to guide the tip of his cock until it pressed against Tom’s opening. His lover’s dark, trusting eyes penetrated his soul. “God I love you.”
Tom could wait no longer and gripping hold of Dennis’ forearms, he wrapped his legs around his waist and he gazed up into his jet black eyes. “Make me yours,” he whispered.
Dennis let out a moan of pleasure and pushing inside Tom’s body, he felt the tight muscles envelop him. Taking a deep breath, he began to rock his hips slowly backwards and forwards.
Tom’s eyes fluttered closed and his head arched backwards. “Harder,” he instructed in a breathless voice. “Harder!”
Shifting his position, Dennis increased his pace. Tom’s eyes flew open and his nails dug into the tender flesh of Dennis’ arm. “There!” he gasped. “Oh Dennis... oh God… oh God!”
“Do you like that baby?” Dennis asked, his black eyes dancing with excitement as he thrust deeper inside Tom’s body.
“Yes… yes… yes…” Tom panted, his head arching back against the pillow. “Oh fuck! It feels so… oh fuck!”
Looking down at Tom’s euphoric expression, Dennis knew he would not last much longer and he began to thrust harder. “Are you gonna come for me baby?”
“Oh God!” Tom gasped. “I wanna… I wanna… oh God!”
Dennis immediately increased his pace. “Come for me,” he moaned. “I wanna see you come.”
“Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh…” Tom cried. “I’m coming… oh God Dennis, I’m COMMMING!”
Tom’s juices exploded from within and coated his taut stomach. The sight was so erotic it pushed Dennis towards his own climax and with a yell, he ejaculated forcefully into the protective sheath covering his cock. Without warning, his arms gave way and collapsing on top of Tom, he found his mouth and kissed him hungrily as their bodies continued to shudder out their release. Gradually they slowed their kiss and as the post orgasmic calm engulfed them, Dennis withdrew his cock and let out a contented sigh.
Tom gently pushed Booker onto the mattress. “Fuck,” he grinned. “That was amazing.”
Dennis grinned back. “At least now I know I can perform.”
Reaching out, Tom brushed Dennis’ hair from his eyes. “I thought we’d already establish that,” he murmured softly.
A pink blush stained Booker’s already flushed cheeks. “Yeah, but I didn’t know if I’d have the mobility to…” He ducked his head in embarrassment. “Pretty stupid huh?”
“Not really,” Tom replied quietly. “Every day you achieve another goal and I imagine this one was the one that wins the game.”
Dennis wrapped his arm around Tom’s waist and snuggled in close. “You’ve got that right,” he murmured sleepily.
Tom looked at the clock and gently stroked Dennis hair. “Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to leave.”
“Don’t… wanna… go,” Booker muttered drowsily and closing his eyes, he drifted into a peaceful sleep
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