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Chasing a Butterfly	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2592 -:- 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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I won't be posting again for a few weeks as I am going on holidays.
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Tuesday November 7^th1989 (6.07 p.m.)
Closing the apartment door, Booker frowned when he did not spy Tom sitting at his usual spot on the couch watching TV. Tossing his keys onto the counter, he walked over to the bathroom and his expression relaxed when he heard the sound of running water. Tom had been living back at the apartment for a week and during that time, their only intimate encounters had been the occasional hug and kiss. He respected Tom’s need to slow down their relationship; trust needed to be built again after their fist fight, but he ached to once again know the erotic sensation of trailing his fingers over his lover’s naked flesh and he was finding it increasingly difficult to uphold his end of the bargain. Just looking at Tom made him horny and now, as he stood listening to the shower’s steady stream of water, he imagined his lover slick with soapsuds, just waiting for a warm tongue to lick the opaque droplets of water from his slippery body, whilst he quivered beneath gentle fingertips that hungered to explore every inch of his naked flesh. The vision sent a shiver of arousal down his spine and his stomach flip-flopped with desire; he would need a cold shower himself if he allowed his imagination to wander any further.
When the shower turned off, a heavy silence echoed throughout the small apartment. Not wanting to be caught salivating outside the bathroom door, Booker turned away and walking into the tiny kitchenette, he grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and popping the top, he swallowed a large gulp of the cooling liquid. Kicking off his boots, he shrugged out of his jacket and tossing it carelessly over the back of the couch, he sat down and stretched his legs out in front of him. He hoped that once Tom faced the magistrate in the morning, they could settle down into a routine and resume the intimate side of their relationship. He missed the closeness just as much as the sex and even though they had yet to consummate their love in the traditional sense, he was prepared to wait until Tom was ready, as long as he knew their relationship was moving forward. As it stood, he felt as though they had stalled and he was terrified if he pushed his lover too soon, he would damage their already fragile relationship. Patience was not his strong point, but where Tom was concerned, he would do whatever it took to get their love back on track.
The bathroom door opened and Tom emerged through a waft of steam, a towel wrapped low around his waist and his damp hair curling endearingly around his beautiful face. Booker drew in his breath at the sight of his lover's smooth chest still glistening with tiny droplets of water, but he quickly pulled himself together. Getting horny would only leave him feeling frustrated and he wanted to relax after a hard day out in the field. So smiling amiably, he lifted his beer. “Join me?”
A slow, coy smile curled the corner of Tom’s lips and his dark eyes sparkled impishly. “Actually, I had something else in mind,” he murmured provocatively and with one swift motion, he dropped his towel to the floor, revealing his semi erect cock.
Booker’s eyes widened in surprise and he unconsciously flicked out his tongue and licked his lips in appreciation at the erotic sight presented before him. Placing his beer on the coffee table, he stood up and walked slowly over to where Tom was standing. He stopped and reaching out his hand, he ran his fingertips lightly up the underside of Tom’s cock, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from his lover. “Is there something I can help you with?” he teased in a soft, lilting voice.
Tom’s smile broadened and tilting his head to one side, he stepped closer and massaged Booker’s growing bulge through the material of his jeans. “Yeah there is,” he breathed, his long, seductive eyelashes fluttering flirtatiously. “I want you to make love to me.”
It was Booker’s turn to draw in his breath and his dark eyes sparkled with a deep arousal. “Oh baby,” he moaned and leaning forward, he brushed his lips against the enticing flesh of Tom’s ever-present pout.
Tom responded immediately and parting his lips, he flicked the tip of his tongue against Booker’s, the taste of his familiarity bringing forth a low moan of excitement as he melted into the kiss. Popping the button of his lover’s jeans, he carefully pulled down the zipper and released his growing erection, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the smooth cockhead. Breaking the kiss, Booker sucked lovingly at Tom’s lower lip. “Bedroom… now,” he gasped and before Tom could answer, he maneuvered him backwards across the room and towards the open bedroom door.
Stumbling into the room, they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and Tom made quick work of removing Booker’s clothing so they both lay naked, lapping and sucking at every inch of exposed flesh, unceremoniously savoring each other’s flavors with sweeping tongues and hungry mouths. Struggling for breath, Tom raised his head and locking his gaze with Booker’s dark orbs, his brown eyes flashed with unbridled passion. “I wanna ride you,” he panted heavily, “but if we don’t do it now, I’m gonna blow.”
The erotic image of Tom on top of him, riding his cock, almost pushed Dennis over the edge. Grabbing at the back of his lover’s neck, he pulled him forward and kissed him hard, almost brutally. “Oh baby,” he groaned, biting him playfully on the lip, “this is gonna be so much fun.”
Tom watched in amusement as Booker opened the bedside drawer and began a frantic search through the clutter. He suppressed a chuckle when triumphant fingers made contact with a tube of lubrication, but before he could take it from the outstretched hand, Booker tossed it onto the bed before his eager fingers once again dived back into the drawer and rummaged through the chaos. Eventually, his fingers extracted a wrapped condom from the jumbled mess and it joined the lube on the mattress. Turning his attention back to Tom, he smiled mischievously. “Let’s get this party started.”
Tom laughed enticingly and pushing Booker onto his back, he straddled his thighs. Picking up the lubrication, he unscrewed the cap and taking his lover’s hand in his, he squirted a generous amount of the oil onto his fingers, coating them liberally. Kneeling up, he guided Booker’s lubricated hand towards his entrance. “Just loosen me up,” he instructed in a voice dripping with excitement. “If you stimulate me, it’ll be over before we’ve even begun.”
Booker took Tom’s words very seriously; the last thing he wanted was his lover ejaculating before he had a chance to make love to him. Pressing a finger against Tom’s hole, he slowly pushed inside. His dark eyes grew black with arousal as Tom grasped the headboard and slowly moved up and down, impaling himself on the outstretched digit. He quickly inserted a second finger, desperate to get on to the main event and he gazed with growing excitement at Tom’s erection laying flat against his belly, the tip already secreting precum. He became so mesmerized by the sight, he did not notice that Tom had ripped open the condom package and it was only when he felt expert fingers rolling the rubber onto his cock that he realized he was sheathed, lubed and ready to go.
Tom gently removed Booker’s fingers from inside him and he shuffled forward so he was kneeling just above his lover’s erect cock. Wrapping his fingers around the base of Booker’s erection, he guided the tip towards his throbbing anus before taking a deep breath and slowly bearing down. As his lover’s hardness entered him, filling him up in the most exquisite of ways, he exhaled heavily. A low grunt sounded from below him and looking down, he saw that Booker’s eyes were black with hot desire. “Ready?” he grinned.
A nod of Booker’s head was all it took and entwining his fingers through the cast iron headboard, he began to slowly raise and lower his body over the hardness inside him. Gentle hands grasped his hips, helping to guide him as he rode the huge cock inside him and as his internal muscles relaxed, his movements became more fluid. Shifting his position slightly, he gasped as a fire exploded from within and he started to increase his pace, squatting up and down at a furious speed, his cock bouncing erotically against his belly. “There!” he began to pant in excitement. “Oh God Dennis, there!”
Booker’s eyes flashed bright as he frantically lifted and lowered his lover onto his cock. “Do you like that baby?” he growled. “Do you like my cock inside you?”
“Yesss,” Tom hissed breathlessly. “Oh God Dennis, it feel so… it feels sooo fucking good.”
“That’s my beautiful boy,” Booker moaned passionately, the tightness surrounding him creating a fiery ball in the pit of his stomach that ignited his testicles and sent spasms down the length of his shaft. “I wanna see you come… are you gonna come for me?”
Tom could feel his orgasm rising and he slammed his body fervently up and down, gasping in a rhythmic tune each time Booker’s cock stimulated his prostate. “Yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… YEEESSS!”
Semen shot from the tip of his penis, coating his chest in the saliferous fluid. Booker growled at the erotic sight and taking control, he tightened his fingers around Tom’s slender hips, forcefully ramming his cock into him in quick successive bursts. “Fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck fuuuck FUUUCK!”
A powerful full body tremor vibrated throughout his body and he held his lover in place with rough fingers, the intensity of his grasp leaving angry red marks on Tom’s flesh as he shuddered out his release. When he felt himself beginning to soften, he gently disengaged before pulling off the used condom and throwing it carelessly onto the floor. His eyes locked with the contented brown eyes gazing down at him and wrapping his arms around his lover’s quivering body, he pulled him down and kissed him tenderly. They lay as one for several minutes, embraced in each other’s arms, lovingly kissing with soft, enticing lips and caressing with light, gentle fingers as their bodies tingled with the afterglow of their explosive orgasms. Eventually, Tom pulled away and sitting up, he gazed down at Booker with soulful eyes. “Whatever happens tomorrow, I want you to know—”
Placing a finger against Tom’s lips, Booker smiled encouragingly. “Nothing’s going to happen. There’s no evidence, they can’t find you guilty if there’s no evidence.”
Tom lowered his eyes to the floor. Even though what Booker said was true, he was guilty and the idea that he would get away with killing his best friend was slowly destroying him. That was why he had made one of the most difficult decisions of his life, because if he did not face up to his past, he had no hope of a future. “I know,” he muttered, not daring to meet Booker’s sanguine gaze, “but I need you to know, no matter what, I’ll never forget this night… never.”
Booker’s brow creased into a deep frown and sitting up, he gave his lover a look that portrayed all of his growing fear and confusion. “Was that a goodbye?” he asked in dismay, the modulation of his voice slowly rising in panic. “Are you trying to tell me you’re leaving me, is that it?”
Swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat, Tom lifted his head and tried to give a comforting smile, but the dark expression in his eyes instantly negated his attempt at reassurance and sensing his countenance had given him away, he quickly lowered his gaze.
But it was too late, Booker had witnessed the flash of pain in his lover’s eyes and his expression froze as the slow realization of what was happening dawned on him. “Oh my God,” he whispered, his eyes growing wide at the revelation. “Was this breakup sex? After everything I’ve done for you, you’re walking out on me now?”
Tears misted Tom’s eyes and he shook his bowed head from side to side. “No, that’s not what it was,” he whispered back in a shaky voice. “I love you Dennis, but—”
“BUT? BUT WHAT?” Dennis screeched hysterically and grabbing Tom by the shoulders, he shook him violently. “LOOK AT ME YOU SONOFABITCH! WHAT KIND OF GAME ARE YOU PLAYING? HUH? TELL ME! TELL ME!”
Grabbing hold of Booker’s wrists Tom forced his arms outwards, breaking his lover’s hold. “I’m not playing games,” he replied in a low, tense voice. “It’s just important to me that you know how I feel.”
Clambering from the bed, Booker stared down at Tom with wild, furious eyes, his sweaty, naked body heaving with anger. “AND THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT?” he shouted back. “Jesus Christ Tom! How the FUCK did you expect me to react? What the hell is wrong with you?!”
The scenario playing out before him was not what Tom had envisioned and he knew he needed to diffuse the situation, or risk losing Booker completely. He tried to speak, but his lower lip began to quiver and he stifled a sob. Seeing Tom’s distress, Booker’s temper immediately waned and sighing heavily, he sat down on the bed and draped an arm around his lover’s shoulders, pulling him in close. “I just don’t understand why you would do that,” he murmured against Tom’s sweaty hair. “Why would you say something so cryptic when we’d just experienced something so beautiful?”
But Tom had no explanation. In less than eighteen hours, Booker would know the devastating truth, but until then, he wanted their time together to be memorable for all the right reasons and not because they had come to blows yet again. Lifting his head, he managed a watery smile. “I guess I’m just a little nervous about tomorrow. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin it.”
Booker immediately relaxed and tenderly sweeping Tom’s long bangs from his eyes, he leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Idiot,” he admonished softly. “Everything’s going to be fine and you didn’t ruin anything. I shouldn’t have snapped, I guess I’m more on edge than I thought.” When Tom did not answer, he gave his shoulders a squeeze and stood up. “How ‘bout some pizza?”
Tom nodded his head distractedly, barely noticing when Booker disappeared into the kitchen to make the call. He had mishandled a delicate situation by revealing his feelings too early, when he should have kept his mouth shut up until the time when it was too late for anything other than goodbyes. But he had felt the overwhelming need for Booker to know how much he loved him and that what they had just experienced was something that would remain with him forever. The passion and intensity of their lovemaking had awakened feelings inside him he did not know existed. It was a heady mixture of the most emotive of sensations that coursed through his veins, leaving him breathless with anticipation and a profound longing, and if he had known the Turkish phrase Kara sevda, it would have described his feelings perfectly. It was a deep, passionate love, a blind love, a love that few would ever know and now that he had experienced the full, earth-shattering force of their coupling, he wished with all his heart he could turn back the clock and undo the chain of events he had set in motion.
But it was too late, the bomb was already ticking and he would have to live with the knowledge that he may have permanently destroyed what could have been, the most beautiful love story ever told.
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Wednesday November 8^th1989 (10.16 a.m.)
With a déjà vu familiarity, Tom stood silently beside Gareth Williams in a courtroom crowded with journalists and other looky-loos, all eager to hear the latest on the good cop turned bad story. In the nineteen days since his last court appearance, the curiosity in his case had not waned, in fact, there were more people tightly packed into the small space than there had been before. The newspapers had kept the story alive, posting daily pictures of his beautiful adolescent face, along with speculation about what was sure to be an explosive trial, filled with intrigue and deception. However, what the journalists and readers did not know was that the most damning piece of evidence; the tapes, were now inadmissible, stolen from under the noses of one of the country’s most respected vice teams. It was a certainty that if someone had leaked the juicy tidbit of information to the press, there would have been an added lineup of enthusiastic voyeurs, all vying for a non-existent space within the cramped courtroom. It would have added to the mystery that was already the talk of conspiracy theorists, each one convinced the case would never go to trial because the defendant was a police officer and therefore, he remained protected by the internal brotherhood of law enforcement.
A hushed silence echoed throughout the law court and all those present in the cramped room rose to their feet as Magistrate Elwood Payne entered through a rear door and took his place behind the raised bench. The crowd took their seats, whispering in excitement as they waited for Elwood to make his opening announcement. Only Tom remained silent, his head bowed slightly forward in anguished anticipation for what was to come. Booker tried to catch his eye, but his gaze remained focused on the floor, unwilling to witness what he knew would be an angst-ridden display of tormented emotion once the magistrate revealed his secret.
Payne cleared his throat and addressed Tom in his trademark gravelly voice. “It appears there’s been several important developments since we last met Mr. Hanson and I assume your attorney has explained the full implications of these changes. Are you still prepared to go ahead with the case as it has been presented before me?”
Booker turned to Harry and frowned. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he whispered into his friend’s ear.
Ioki flapped an irritated hand, signaling him to keep quiet as Tom gave his assent in a barely audible voice. Payne picked up a piece of paper and spoke in a tone tinged with displeasure. “Due to the apparent disappearance of the police evidence tapes, the charge of drug trafficking has now been dismissed.”
A low hum of frenzied chatter sounded throughout the courtroom and unable to contain his excitement, Booker nudged Harry in the ribs. “See? I told you it would all be worth it.”
The loud bang of a gavel brought the courthouse back to order and all eyes turned to Payne as he continued with his summation. “I will now address the second charge. Mr. Hanson, your attorney has advised me that you wish to plead guilty to negligent homicide, is this—”
“WHAT? TOMMY NO!”
Dozens of heads turned and stared at Booker, who now stood upright, his hands tightly gripping the balustrade in front of him and his face twisted into a mask of horrified disbelief. “TOM WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? TOMMY LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! DON’T DO THIS BABY. PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!”
Ioki attempted to pull Booker back into his seat but the dark haired officer remained stubbornly on his feet and Payne rapped his gavel down on its sounding block half a dozen times. “Bailiffs! Remove that man from my court… NOW!”
Within seconds, two burly deputies hauled Booker through the crowd, the mass of onlookers whispering in excitement around him. He struggled violently against his eviction as his tortured voice echoed throughout the courtroom. “TOMMY! WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME? WHY?”
But Tom’s eyes remained fixed in front of him, refusing to acknowledge his lover’s desperate pleas for answers. He had made his decision and he was okay with it, no matter how much it hurt Booker. Prison was what he deserved and until he served whatever sentence the magistrate deemed appropriate, he would never be free… never.
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