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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
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A cold wind whipped through the cemetery and Dennis pulled up the collar of his leather jacket. Leaningt against his car, he silently watched Tom who was kneeling beside his mother’s grave. He had made the decision to stand back and give Tom some space, not wanting to intrude on such a private moment. He respectfully lowered his eyes as Hanson gently laid the bouquet of flowers they had purchased, onto the burial plot. Thirty minutes passed before Tom stood up and wiped the grass from his knees. Turning slowly, he cast one last look at his mother’s grave and walked slowly towards the car, his body hunched against the wind and his hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets. Arriving at the Cadillac, he leaned forward and pressed his body against Booker’s, his head resting against Dennis chest. There were no tears, just a deep sadness in his dark eyes. “Hold me,” he murmured against his lover’s neck.

Dennis wrapped his arms around Tom’s trembling body and pulled him close. “Are you okay?” Booker whispered, kissing Hanson’s hair affectionately.

“Yeah,” Tom sighed, lifting his head and placing his lips against Booker’s soft pout. They kissed briefly before pulling apart. Dennis gently brushed Tom’s bangs from his dark eyes. “Ready to go?” he asked quietly.

Tom nodded and turning away, he climbed into the passenger seat of the car and slammed the door closed. Dennis stood for a moment, staring at Margaret Hanson’s grave before walking around to the driver’s side and climbing in behind the wheel. As he drove out of the cemetery gates, he placed a hand on Tom’s knee. “Do you want to stop somewhere for lunch?” he asked, hoping to bribe Tom into eating something.

Shaking his head, Tom stared out at the suburban houses flashing past his window. “I’m tired," he mumbled. "I just want to go home."

Deciding that Hanson had endured enough for one day, Dennis headed back towards his apartment. As soon as he had parked the car, Tom got out and headed towards the stairwell. Watching Tom disappear up the concrete stairway, Booker sighed and locking his car door, he slowly followed Hanson up to the fourth floor. Walking down the hallway, he found Tom patiently waiting outside his apartment. Turning the key in the lock, he watched silently as Tom entered the living room and walked straight into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Tossing his keys into the bowl on the bookcase, Booker shrugged out of his jacket and threw it over the back of the couch. He had stopped smoking when he had found Tom but now the craving for a cigarette hit him hard. Walking into the kitchen, he searched through the drawers until he found a forgotten packet of Marlboros. A further search revealed his lighter and he checked it for gas. Rolling the silver Zippo over in his hand, he rubbed his thumb over the worn inscription, Dennis, All my love always, Ben. Before Hanson, Ben had been the man he had thought he would grow old with. Fate however, had other ideas and a drunk driver had cut his lover's life short just two years into their relationship. At the time, Booker had thought he would never find another man who would capture his heart like Ben had. But six months later, fate had again intervened when he transferred to the Jump Street program and met Hanson. Instantly he had known that Tom was a man he could completely surrender his heart to. Up until a few weeks ago, it had only been a dream, a fantasy that he played in his mind when he lay alone in his bed at night and his hand tugged frantically at his throbbing cock. It was Tom’s name he had cried out when his orgasm hit and he shot his semen over his fingers. But that was then and this was now. Now he had Hanson in his bed every night and yet he did not feel the closeness he yearned for, there was not the same intimacy he had shared with Ben. During their time in El Salvador, Tom had looked at him as though he was the most important person in the world. He had looked at him with love. Yet now, even though they shared intimate sexual experiences together, there was no connection. Dennis knew he loved Tom as much as he had loved Ben but he was realistic enough to know that Hanson did not feel the same level of affection for him. Tom sought comfort and reassurance from him but he had not opened his heart completely. It was a hard realization to come to and as he continued to stare at the bedroom door that was the metaphorical barrier keeping their souls from ever coming together, Dennis felt an immense sadness. It was now that he understood that his and Tom’s relationship had a time limit and they would never grow old together.

Taking a cigarette out of the packet, he walked over to the living room window and pulled it open. Stepping out onto the fire escape, he sat down cross-legged and placed the cigarette between his lips. Flicking the Zippo open, he held the wavering flame against the tip and inhaled deeply. As the nicotine hit his system, he sighed heavily and relaxed his shoulders, leaning back against the brick wall of the building. Drawing in another lungful of smoke, he gazed down at the busy street below and then slowly exhaled, watching as the white plume drifted away on the cool breeze. He needed to start making some decisions; either make a clean break with Hanson before things became too complicated or carry on as they had been until Tom’s emotional and physical health were healed and he could walk away with a clear conscience. He did not want to abandon Tom but he was starting to believe that their relationship was too unhealthy and it was not helping Tom with his recovery.

Feeling the beginnings of a headache throbbing in his temples, he ground out his cigarette and threw it down onto the street below. Climbing back through the window, his eyes were once again drawn to the bedroom door. His need to check on Hanson was too strong and he walked across the room, stopping before he entered the bedroom. This time he did knock, just a light tap before turning the knob and walking in. Tom lay on the bed with his arms behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling. When Dennis lay down next to him, he wrinkled his nose. “You’ve been smoking,” he murmured softly. “I thought you gave it up.”

“Sorry,” Dennis apologized. “I just had a craving.”

“I know the feeling,” Tom replied quietly before rolling onto his side and staring at Dennis intently. “I’m not the Tom you fell in love with am I?” he asked quietly.

Booker stared back open mouthed. It was as though Hanson had heard every thought in his head whilst he had been sitting on the fire escape. Licking his lips nervously, he managed a small smile. “What makes you say that?”

Tom gave a lopsided grin. “Your face. Whether you like it or not, I can read you like a book Dennis. You’re a hopeless liar.”

“Oh,” Dennis replied, unsure how to respond to Tom’s revelation.

A long silence stretched out between them before Hanson spoke again. His eyes shone with sadness as he confessed his thoughts. “I’m sorry I can’t be the man you want me to be. I’ve experienced too much horror to ever be that bright eyed, optimistic fool I once was and if you want me to move out, I completely understand.”

Tom had given Dennis the opening he needed. He could tell him that he thought it was for the best that they parted ways and in time, his heart would mend. However, as he gazed into Tom’s dark, sorrowful eyes, he knew he could not give him up without a fight. But there was something he needed to know, something he needed to hear before he put on his gloves and entered the ring. Reaching out his hand, he gently cupped Tom’s gaunt face. “Do you love me Tommy?”

When Hanson lowered his eyes, Booker thought he had received his answer and he immediately felt disheartened. Then Tom leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. “Yes,” he murmured. “I love you Dennis. I may not always know how to show it, but I do love you and I want to be a part of your life.”

Tears glistened in Booker’s eyes. “Oh God Tommy,” he muttered against Hanson’s neck. “I love you so much.”

Tom dropped his head back, exposing more of his throat and he moaned with pleasure as Booker licked and sucked at the taut flesh. Dennis’ hand traveled down his hard body, stopping when he came to the top of his jeans. Using his fingers, Booker expertly unbuttoned Hanson's faded denims and carefully pulled down the zipper. Lifting his hips, Tom allowed Dennis to pull down his jeans and boxers. Kicking free the material, he cried out softly as Booker’s fingers trailed up the underside of his cock before pausing and rubbing his cockhead. “Oh Jesus,” he breathed, his erection hardening under Booker’s touch. “Oh Dennis.”

Sitting up, Dennis straddled Tom’s body and slowly pulled his t-shirt over his head. Leaning forward, he traced a path of soft kisses down Tom’s naked torso. Stopping at Hanson’s navel, he swirled his tongue around the creased indentation before raising his head slightly and smiling mischievously. “Do you want me to keep going?” he teased softly.

Tom’s body squirmed beneath him. “Yesss,” he hissed, his fingers entwining in Booker’s thick hair. “Kiss it Dennis, oh please kiss it.”

“Bend your knees,” Booker instructed and Tom did as he was asked. Shifting his position, Dennis knelt between Tom’s open legs. Lightly holding the base of Hanson’s cock, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against Tom’s slit.

Hanson cried out in pleasure, his hips lifting off the bed and his hands grasped wildly at the covers. He moaned loudly as the tip of Dennis’ tongue licked his slit. “More,” he groaned. “Oh Jesus… oh Jesus… more!”

Booker kissed and sucked at Tom’s engorged head, his own cock hardening at the sound of Tom’s soft cries. He bent his head lower and swirled his tongue lightly around Hanson’s scrotum before licking with long sweeping strokes, as his fingers played with Tom’s erect cock. Pursing his lips, he softly sucked on the soft skin of Tom’s sac. Hanson made a soft mewing sound and his cock began to weep heavily. Pausing for a moment, Dennis left Tom waiting before licking his tongue slowly back up the underside of his cock and swirling it around the head.

“Suck me,” Tom begged, his eyes black with arousal.

Breathing deeply, Dennis took Tom completely, causing Hanson to cry out and thrust his cock deep into his mouth. As he sucked from the root of Tom's shaft to his head, he gently tugged at his scrotum. Tom’s hands ripped painfully at Booker’s hair as he frantically thrust his hips forward and the Spanish words began to tumble from his lips. “Oh Dios, se siente tan bien!” Chuparme la polla Dennis… chuparme la polla!” Oh God, it feels so good! Suck my cock Dennis… suck my cock!

Unable to contain himself any longer, Dennis ripped down the zipper of his jeans with one hand and pulled out his weeping cock. Squeezing his hand over his erection, his mouth continued to run the length of Tom’s shaft and he moaned in pleasure. The low vibration pushed Tom over the edge. “AHHH!” he screamed, shooting his semen into Dennis throat. Swallowing deeply, Dennis lifted his head and gazed deep into Tom’s eyes as his body shuddered and he ejaculated over his fingers. Their eyes remained locked for several minutes before Dennis crawled up the bed and laid his head on Tom’s heaving chest. He smiled when he felt Tom’s fingers lightly playing with his hair. It was a complete role reversal and suddenly he understood why. Tom was showing him affection beyond just sex.

It was a small thing but for Dennis it was what he had been waiting for and all his doubts about Tom, slowly faded away.
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