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Well, this is it, the final chapter. For those of you who have read this story right through until the very end, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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12 days later
The brief home visit fueled Dennis’ desire to leave the clinic and over the next week, he pushed himself to the point of exhaustion. He did everything Mary Donaldson asked of him and he did it without complaint. More than anything, he wanted to prove to her that he was no longer the broken man who had arrived at the facility seven weeks before. He was strong, he was determined and he wanted to start living his life again. He was once again, Dennis Booker.
Glancing up at the wall clock, he stood up and using his cane for support, he started to pace his room. All his hard work and determination had led to this very point in time; he was going home for good and he and Tom could finally start to live life as a couple. The only downside was that they could not do it openly. But he knew he needed to exercise patience and not push Tom before he was ready to come out. He was able bodied enough now to return to his apartment alone and he knew Tom would always be there if he needed help. However, he hoped that in time, Tom would feel comfortable enough to tell his family and friends about their relationship and then they could start living like a real couple.
Hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor and turning around, he smiled as Tom burst through the partially closed door. “You almost took the door off its hinges,” he chuckled. “I thought I was the only one who was excited that I’m going home.”
Tom stopped dead in his tracks and sadness filled his dark eyes. Worried by his expression, Dennis hobbled over and placed a hand on his cheek. “Hey,” he murmured, “what’s wrong?”
“I let you down,” Tom muttered, “and I just realized that I never apologized to you.”
Booker’s smooth brow knitted together. “I don’t understand. What do you mean you let me down?”
Tom’s eyes misted over. “In the basement, I couldn’t get the hinges off the door and maybe if I’d tried harder, I could have escaped and you would have received medical treatment and—”
“Whoa,” Booker interrupted quietly and leaning forward, he pressed his lips against Tom’s. “None of what happened to me is your fault. I’ve never blamed you Tommy, I know you did everything you could to get us out.”
“But it wasn’t enough,” Tom whispered.
Warm fingers entwined in his own and he allowed his lover to lead him over to the bed. When they sat down, he cast his eyes down at the floor, unable to meet his lover’s gaze, until a gentle hand tilted up his chin. When his eyes met Dennis’, he knew in his heart that there was no animosity but he also knew he would carry his own guilt inside forever.
“Don’t do this,” Booker murmured softly. “Not today. This is the beginning of the rest of our lives. You should be happy.”
Tom sighed and managed a small smile. “I am happy. I guess the word hinge just triggered a reaction and I realized I should have apologized to you a long time ago.”
Bending forward, Dennis kissed Tom tenderly. “I don’t want your apology,” he whispered. “I want you to take me home.”
A genuine smile graced Tom’s lips. “That I can do.”
**
Exiting his bedroom after a light nap, Booker saw Tom standing at the window gazing out at the light rain that drizzled from the leaden sky. The apartment was dark and cold and he wondered why Tom had not switched on the lights. Shuffling over to the window, he placed an arm around his lover’s waist. “Penny for ‘em.”
Tom turned around in surprise. “Huh?”
Booker smiled lovingly. “Your thoughts. What’s troubling you Tommy? You’re not still feeling guilty about the basement?”
Although he was, Tom shook his head. “No. Not really. It’s just… well, I think we need to talk.”
A chill ran through Booker’s body and his heart began to pound in his chest. “About?” he asked in a shaky voice.
Hearing the fear in Booker’s tone, Tom wrapped his arms around his waist and gave him a tight squeeze. “Jesus Dennis, I didn’t mean to frighten you. It’s nothing bad, I promise.”
Booker pulled away and walking over to the door, he flicked on the light switch. A soft light illuminated the room and turning around, he studied his lover’s face. “So what is it?” he asked in a cold voice. “Because when someone says we need to talk, it usually means they want to break up.”
Tom’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?” he exclaimed. “Jesus Christ Dennis, NO! That’s not what I meant!”
“Then what did you mean?” Booker asked flatly. “Come on Tommy, spell it out for me ‘cause I guess the stroke has affected my ability to understand what you mean.”
Sadness filled Tom’s heart and moving forward, he took hold of Dennis’ hand. “Don’t,” he pleaded softly. “I’m sorry if you misunderstood me but I don’t want to fight. Not on your first day home.”
Seeing the sadness in his lover’s eyes, Booker immediately felt a pang of guilt. Once again he had jumped to conclusions without letting Tom explain himself. Although it was comforting to know that some aspects of his personality had not been affected by the stroke, he knew he needed to learn to control his impetuous nature and give people a chance to explain before he immediately assumed the worst.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he gave Tom an apologetic smile. “No, I’m sorry. I need to stop being such a hothead. So what did you want to talk to me about?”
Tom rubbed a nervous hand over his mouth. “I… I think it’s time I came out.”
If Tom had just announced that he wanted to become an astronaut, Dennis did not think he could have been any more surprised. For the longest moment, he remained speechless, until finally finding his voice. “Are you sure?”
A half smile played over Tom’s lips. “Yeah, I’m sure. I’m going to phone my mom right now and give her the news.”
Booker gently maneuvered Tom backwards until his back pressed against the wall. “Oh baby,” he murmured against his lips, “you've made my day.”
Tom encircled his arms around Booker’s waist and clutching hold of his buttocks, he drew him in close and kissed him deeply. The sound of Booker’s cane dropping to the floor echoed around the apartment and moments later, he felt a hard mound grinding against him. His cock immediately swelled and moaning softly, he increased the friction between their groins.
Booker gently pulled away and gazing into his lover’s eyes, he smiled seductively. “I think telling your mom is gonna be very stressful. Is there anything I can do first to help you relax?”
Tom’s eyes glinted with excitement and pulling Dennis towards him, he murmured against his mouth, “Suck me.”
A slow grin formed on Dennis’ lips as his fingers popped the button of Tom’s jeans. Tom gazed back at him, his dilated pupils making his brown eyes appear black. As gentle fingers carefully pulled down the zipper, he let out a moan of excitement. His jeans fell to his ankles and he held his breath, waiting for the touch that he knew was about to come. He did not have to wait long before delicate fingers caressed his cock through the thin cotton of his boxers and closing his eyes, he squeezed Booker’s butt cheeks. “Yes,” he breathed. “Oh yes.”
Booker carefully dropped to his knees and leaning forward he lightly mouthed over the large bulge tenting Tom’s boxers. Tom’s hips thrust forward and gentle fingers tugged at his hair, urging him on. He continued to toy with his lover, kissing and sucking his growing erection through the soft fabric, wanting him to plead for more contact.
After several minutes of teasing, Tom could take it no more. “Dennis,” he gasped, as his legs began to tremble. “Please!”
Smiling to himself, Dennis raised his eyes and gazed up at his lover. “Do you want more baby?” he asked softly.
“Yes!” Tom groaned and his hands tugged roughly at Dennis’ dark hair. “More… more!”
Booker hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of Tom’s shorts and slowly lowered them to the ground. He moaned softly when he saw Tom’s erection lying almost flat against his taught stomach, the tip already glistening with precum. Licking his lips, he wrapped his fingers around the base and ducking forward, he ran his tongue up the length of the long shaft. He felt Tom’s body shudder with delight and eager hands pulled him forward, silently begging for more. He pressed his mouth against the weeping tip, savoring the taste when he licked the salty juice from his lips.
“Again… again… again,” Tom panted as his arousal intensified. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop!” Moments later, a hot moist mouth enveloped him, swallowing him whole. The sensation completely overwhelmed his senses and his head smacked against the wall. “FUCK!” he yelled as he thrust his hips violently forward. “Oh FUCK!”
When Tom’s cock slammed against the back of his throat, Booker began to gag but he was experienced at giving blowjobs and he quickly gained control and keeping hold of the base of Tom’s cock, he ran his mouth up and down the erect shaft. Tom’s hips continued to rock forwards and backwards and eventually he relaxed his throat and let him fuck his mouth. He could hear soft grunting noises from above and using his free hand, he gently began to tug at Tom’s testicles. When the grunting became a loud moan, he knew his lover was close and pressing down with his lips, he began to hum.
Tom’s thrusting became frantic and long fingers ripped at his hair. “YES! YES! YES!” he yelled as his buttocks slammed back and forth against the wall behind him. “Oh fuck… oh fuck… OH FUUUCK!”
Warm salty semen shot down the back of Dennis’ throat and fumbling with his zipper, he reached inside his jeans and with three swift tugs, he brought himself to climax. As Tom’s cock softened in his mouth, he continued to suck as his fingers toyed with his own dying erection. Minutes later, he felt strong hands guiding him upwards and staggering to his feet, he sought out his lover’s mouth and kissed him lovingly. They stood for a long time, just holding each other and enjoying the salty taste of semen as it transferred from one tongue to the other.
When they eventually pulled apart, Tom brushed Dennis’ hair from his eyes and smiled. “It’s time.”
**
Tom put down the phone and gave Dennis a sad smile. “I think your mom and my mom should get together and have coffee.”
Dennis got up from the dining table and walked over to his lover. “I gather it didn’t go well.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Tom let out a sigh. “It went as well as to be expected. She’s shocked and upset and she thinks I’m going to hell.”
Wrapping his arms around Tom, Dennis held him close. “Yeah, I’m sure there’s some club they can join,” he joked halfheartedly.
Tom laid his cheek against Dennis’ chest and listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Minutes ticked by before he slowly lifted his head and gave the man he loved a warm smile. “You know what? Screw ‘em. I don’t give a fuck what they think.”
Dennis thought about Tom’s words for a moment before asking the question that had been nagging at his mind. “So now that your mom knows, are you going to tell Doug and the others?”
Now that he had made the decision, Tom knew that there was no going back and he nodded his head. “Next week’s the Mayor’s annual party. I’ll tell them then.”
Booker’s eyes sparkled with happiness. In seven days time they could finally begin to live their lives as a couple.
**
One week later
The Mayor’s wife had insisted that a regal color scheme was most fitting to her position and therefore, purple reigned supreme. The town hall was swathed in various shades of lilac, aubergine, fuchsia and byzantium but the overall effect was less stately and majestic, more wedding planner on acid.
Looking around at the room full of people, Tom leaned in close and whispered in Booker’s ear, “This is weird.”
“You share my bed every night, but this is weird?” Dennis laughed. “Talk about having a warped outlook on life. I admit, the purple is a little overwhelming but—”
Tom grinned. “You know what I mean. We’ve come here as a couple and soon everyone we work with is going to know that we’re dating. Doesn’t that bother you?”
Booker narrowed his eyes and studied Tom’s face. “No, it doesn’t,” he replied frostily. “Does it bother you?”
Tom’s cheeks flushed red and he ducked his head. “A little bit,” he admitted softly. Seeing Dennis’ hurt expression, he reached out and took his hand. “I’m sorry Dennis, but this is all so new to me,” he murmured. “Surely you remember what it was like?”
Booker angrily pulled his hand away. “I wasn’t ashamed,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “I didn’t care what people thought because it was who I was. You obviously feel differently.”
Upon hearing Booker’s words, Tom’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Bullshit,” he spat back in a hushed voice. “If you were so upfront about your sexuality, why did you keep it a secret from all of us?”
It was at that moment that Dennis understood Tom’s apprehension. It was true, he had kept his bisexuality a secret and it was wrong of him to expect Tom to shout loudly from the rooftops that he was in a homosexual relationship. Chances were that none of their co-workers would understand and now that he thought about it, he realized that it was especially difficult for Tom because Judy, Harry and Doug were not only colleagues, they were his friends.
Indicating with his eyes for Tom to follow him, he exited the hall and walked out into the cool night air. Once he was sure they were free from prying eyes, he turned and took Tom’s hand in his. “I get it,” he muttered softly. “Let’s just forget about saying anything. It can be our secret.”
Tom leaned forward and brushed his lips against Dennis’ full pout. “I don’t want to forget it,” he murmured. “I love you and I want our relationship out in the open. And anyway, I’ve already told my mom so telling everyone else should be a piece of cake. Right?”
“So we do it now?” Dennis asked hesitantly, not truly believing that Tom would go ahead with it.
Tom let out a deep breath and smiled. “We do it now.”
Walking back into the crowded venue, Tom immediately spotted Penhall, Ioki and Hoffs standing at the hors d'oeuvre table with their respective dates. He turned to Booker and gave him a shy smile. “Ready?”
Booker nodded and they approached their colleagues. “Nice party,” Tom commented lamely.
Penhall shoved a deviled egg into his mouth. “Food’s good,” he mumbled, ignoring the disapproving stare of his date. When no one continued the conversation, his eyes scanned the room full of people. “So Hanson, who’s your date?”
A mischievous look flashed in Booker’s eyes. “Yeah Hanson, who is your date?” he asked cheekily.
Doug’s gaze settled on a tall, leggy, blond woman. “It’s her isn’t it?” he inquired through a mouthful of canapé.
A small smile twitched at Tom’s lips. “Not even close.”
“Okay, I can do this,” Penhall muttered as he carefully studied the women in the room. “Is it her?” he asked, pointing at a slim, dark-haired woman in a red dress.
Tom burst out laughing. “Well you got the hair color right,” he replied, giving a discreet wink in Booker’s direction.
“Damn,” Doug lamented. “I’m usually so good at this. Okay, I give up, who’d you bring?”
It was the moment Tom had been both relishing and dreading. He was about to come out in front of his friends and three other people he had only just met. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and taking hold of Booker’s hand, he laced their fingers together. “Dennis is my date.”
A long silence followed Tom’s statement before Doug burst out laughing, sending pieces of food flying from his lips. “Yeah right!” he bellowed. “Good one Hanson.” It took a moment before he realized that no one else was laughing and turning to face Harry and Judy, he gasped when he saw the shocked expression on their faces. “No way,” he murmured. “It’s a joke.”
“It’s not a joke,” Tom replied in a shaky voice. “Dennis and I are lovers.”
Judy let out a nervous giggle but she quickly stifled it by clamping a hand over her mouth. Harry managed to gain his composure first and reaching out a hand, he laid it companionably on Tom’s shoulder. “Well that’s great Tommy, congrat—”
The sound of Penhall’s voice rising higher and higher with each word cut off Ioki’s sentence. “Noo, noo, noo, noo, NOO!” he shrieked. “Tommy! You’re not gay!”
“Jesus Christ,” Tom muttered under his breath and leaning in towards Booker, he whispered in his ear, “I told you he’d say that.”
“This is wrong,” Doug muttered as his head shook back and forth. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing Hanson but—”
“What I’m doing,” Tom replied irritably, “is living my own life. I don’t need your approval Doug. It’s simple; I love Dennis and Dennis loves me, end of fucking story.”
Judy finally found her voice and stepping forward, she threw her arms around Tom and Dennis. “You two make such a gorgeous couple,” she gushed. “I’m so happy for you both.”
Understanding that they were unwittingly caught in the middle of a private moment, the three dates sidled away towards the bar as Tom continued to stare at Doug. “So?” he asked. “Are you going to accept this or—”
“No,” Penhall replied quietly. “I can’t. I’m sorry Tommy but I can’t.”
Hoffs turned around and slammed her purse forcefully against Doug’s chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she yelled. “Hanson’s your best friend and you’re willing to give that up because he’s dating a man? You homophobic prick!”
Doug’s face flushed with shame. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I just don’t understand how this happened.”
Judy planted a hand on her hip and gave Penhall a hard stare. “Does it really matter how it happened or why it happened?” she asked in a voice full of attitude. Seeing Doug’s distraught look, she softened her tone. “The only thing that should matter is that you love Tom and you should want to see him happy.”
Her wise words had the desired effect and Doug lowered his gaze to the floor. “You’re right,” he muttered at his shoes. “I’m sorry.”
Hoffs nudged him in the arm. “Don’t tell the floor, tell Hanson,” she urged quietly.
Lifting his head, Doug gave Tom a small crooked smile. “I’m sorry,” he apologized softly. “Of course I don’t have a problem with you dating…” his eyes flicker towards Booker before returning to Tom, “…him. It was just a bit of a shock but you’re right, it’s none of my business.”
Tom hesitated for a moment before returning the smile. “Thanks Doug, that means a lot.”
An awkward silence hung in the air before Penhall muttered, “I need a drink,” and turning away, he hurried toward the bar.
Judy and Harry made their excuses and followed Doug, their heads bowed together in deep conversation. Tom let out a heavy sigh and turned towards Dennis. “Well, that went well.”
Booker draped an arm around Tom’s shoulders. “Give them time, they’ll soon get used to the idea.”
Tom’s eyes filled with sadness. “Judy and Harry will, but Doug… I doubt he’ll ever accept it.”
“Maybe,” Booker replied quietly. “Or maybe you’re just not giving him enough credit. Doug loves you and I think that once he gets used to the idea, he’ll be your strongest supporter.”
Tom lifted his head and stared into Booker’s dark eyes. “Do you really think so?”
“I know so,” Booker murmured and he brushed his lips against Tom’s soft pout.
Doug’s voice echoed from across the room. “JESUS CHRIST!”
Booker smiled against Tom’s mouth. “He may need more time than I thought.”
Tom gazed lovingly into his partner’s eyes. “He can take as long as he likes, ‘cause this relationship is going to last forever.”
Finis
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