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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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Early morning sunlight filtered through a chink in the bedroom curtain and a soft glow lit up Tom’s sleeping face. Dennis gazed down at his lover’s tranquil expression, marveling at how peaceful he now looked after the disturbed night’s sleep he had suffered. Hanson had woken constantly throughout the night, screaming in terror, whilst his body thrashed against the unseen men whose hands held him down. Each time, Booker had gathered him into a protective embrace and murmured comforting words against his sweaty hair until once again, he fell into an exhausted sleep. Dennis wondered if Tom’s impending therapy session was weighing on his mind and forcing the unwanted memories into his nightmares. He hoped that once Hanson started talking about his experiences, the night terrors would fade. Since coming back from El Salvador, Tom had not spoken to him about what he had endured and Booker was not even sure if he had received any therapy sessions in Glenfield to help him come to terms with his ordeal. Now there was the added complication of his drug addiction and prostitution to contend with alongside his two-year nightmare in El Salvador. Dennis was certain that Tom would be in therapy for years and even then, it was doubtful he would ever be the Thomas Hanson of old.
There were so many things that Booker wanted to discuss with Tom, but the subjects were so delicate he was too afraid to broach them, fearing that Hanson would lose his temper and once again, disappear into the night. Foremost on Dennis’ mind was Tom’s tendency to relapse back to speaking Spanish during sex. It was as though Hanson associated sex with the horrors he had encountered in South America. He and Tom had not yet taken their relationship to the next stage, but when they did, Dennis wanted Tom’s mind to be free of the rapes and prostitution so he could experience the truly magical feeling of a man making love to him. It was the reason why Dennis had not attempted to have penetrating sex with Tom. He did not want to see the memories of rape and degradation in Hanson’s dark eyes, he wanted only to see love and passion and until he was sure that Tom was ready, he would wait, no matter how difficult it was.
Propping himself up on his elbow, he gently brushed Tom’s hair from his face. “Hey sleepy head,” he murmured softly. “Time to wake up.”
Tom’s eyes slowly fluttered opened and he smiled sleepily. “Hey,” he mumbled. “What time is it?”
Booker glanced at the clock. “Six, but we’ve got a busy day. You’ve got your first therapy session at ten.”
“Oh,” Tom replied, his expression becoming anxious as he chewed nervously on his lower lip. “I’d forgotten.”
Dennis lightly traced a finger around Tom’s exposed nipple, hoping to take his mind off the day ahead.
“Mmm,” Tom sighed, his eyes closing and the muscles in his face relaxing. “That feels nice.”
Leaning forward, Dennis brushed his lips against Tom’s. “Tell me what you want baby,” he murmured, his fingers trailing up and down Tom’s torso.
Hanson opened his eyes and gazed lazily at Dennis. “Play with me,” he whispered. “Make me come.”
Booker smiled as he reached down and released Tom’s semi erect cock from his boxers. “Like this?” he asked, wrapping his fingers around Tom’s cock and tugging gently.
“Ah sí,” Tom moaned, his hands grasping at the bed sheet and his body writhing beneath Booker’s touch. “Me gusta… oh me gusta.”
“Talk to me in English baby,” Dennis encouraged. “Tell me what you want.”
“Harder,” Tom panted, his hips rising off the bed. “Oh Dennis… it feels so good… oh God… oh God… I wanna come… oh fuck I wanna come!”
Bending forward, Dennis nibbled on Tom’s earlobe. “Don’t you want to make it last?” he breathed, slowing his pace and rubbing his thumb over Tom’s weeping slit. “I like watching you squirm.”
“No, no, no,” Tom groaned, his head moving from side to side as his hips thrust forward. “Quiero lefa! Tirón mi polla… tirón… tirón firmemente!” I want to come! Pull my cock… pull… pull harder!
Even though Dennis did not understand the words, his fist began to pump faster over Tom’s erection. His mouth found Tom’s throat and he nipped and sucked against the taut skin as Hanson’s body thrashed beneath him. His own cock wept heavily, but he ignored it, preferring to concentrate on giving Tom his orgasm.
“VOY A LEFA… VOY A LEFA!” Tom screamed. I’M COMING… I’M COMING! A moment later Dennis felt Tom’s warm, sticky fluid covering his fingers and his hand slowed as Tom’s body shuddered his release. When he felt Hanson relax against the mattress, he lifted his head and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
As their kiss deepened, Tom rolled onto his side and his hand found Dennis’ throbbing erection. His long fingers played over Booker’s shaft and it was Booker’s turn to vocalize his desires. Breaking the kiss, he thrust his pelvis off the bed. “Oh Tommy… oh fuck! Faster… please… FASTER!”
With a cry, Dennis pulled Tom towards of him, kissing him passionately as he thrust his trembling body against Tom’s, his semen covering their naked stomachs. As his climax faded, he slowed the kiss, eventually pulling away so he could stare deep into Tom’s eyes. “God I love you,” he murmured, lightly brushing Tom’s bangs from his face.
Tom smiled awkwardly and immediately dropped his gaze before rolling onto his back and staring silently up at the ceiling. A frown creased Dennis’ brow and rolling onto his side, he propped himself back up on his elbow and gave Tom an intense look. “What’s wrong Tommy?” he asked quietly.
Rolling over, Tom mirrored Dennis position. “You want to fuck me don’t you?” he stated bluntly.
Dennis’ eyes widened in shock at the directness of Tom’s question. “W-what do you mean?”
“Just now,” Tom replied softly. “When you thrust your body against me when you came, I know you wished you were fucking me.”
“I…” Dennis started before becoming silent. Staring back at Tom, he decided to be truthful. “Yes I did. I want you to see how magical it can feel when a man makes love to you. But only when you feel comfortable and if that takes a year, or two years, I don’t care. I love you and I want you to be happy. Everything else is irrelevant.”
Tom’s eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready,” he sobbed. “I let so many men violate me and now… now I’m terrified of what I’ll feel.”
“Shh,” Dennis soothed, pulling Tom against his chest. “We talked about this, one day at a time, remember? Today is a significant day in your recovery because by speaking to a therapist, you are finally ready to put the past behind you. Just don’t expect any miracles. This is going to be a long process and you need to be patient.”
Lifting his head, Tom gazed up at Booker with troubled eyes. “What if I can never give you what you want,” he whispered. “Then what?”
Dennis kissed Tom’s forehead before climbing out of bed. “Then we keep doing what we’re doing,” he replied softly. “Your wellbeing is the most important thing to me Tom, everything else is secondary.”
Walking into the bathroom, Booker closed the door behind him and leaned heavily against it. He had not been completely honest with Tom. He could not imagine never knowing the wonder of making slow, passionate love whilst Tom’s body writhed beneath him. The intimacy he had shared with Ben he wanted to share with Tom, to know his body completely, to feel him, to love him and most importantly, to be as one with him.
Letting out a deep sigh, he turned on the shower faucets and stepped under the warm spray of water. As he slowly lathered up his body, he resigned himself to the fact that he may never experience the thrill of having Tom completely.
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Sitting in the bright and airy waiting area of Doctor Terrence Landon’s rooms, Dennis flicked anxiously through a gossip magazine, staring blankly at the pictures of celebrities whose stories he could not give a rat’s ass about. It was over an hour since Tom had walked nervously into the doctor’s office and closed the door behind him. Dennis felt just as apprehensive and he sat for the first half hour jiggling his legs in agitation as he chewed at the skin around his thumbnail. Eventually, he had jumped to his feet and started pacing the floor before sitting back down and picking up the magazine. The tall, blonde receptionist had smiled at him politely, asking him if he would like a coffee or a glass of water. Shaking his head, Dennis had crossed his legs in an attempt to stop them moving. He longed for Tom to walk back out the door so he could gauge his disposition. There was so much riding on Tom feeling comfortable discussing his past with Doctor Landon and if it did not go well, Dennis was unsure what the next step would be.
Another five minutes passed before the door opened and Tom emerged looking pale and teary. Rising slowly from his chair, Dennis threw the magazine back onto the coffee table and approached the receptionist counter. Casting a quick glance at his lover, he paid the account and handed Tom his appointment card. Hanson stared at it for a moment before tucking it into his jeans pocket. “Ready?” Dennis asked quietly. Tom nodded and turning away, he walked out the door.
Booker refrained from asking any questions until they were sitting in the car. Before he started the engine, he turned and placed a hand on Tom’s knee. “How was it?”
“Fine,” Tom replied, his eyes staring straight ahead.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Dennis asked quietly.
“No,” Tom replied. “I just want to go home.”
Dennis nodded and turned the key in the ignition. “Okay, maybe later,” he replied. Pulling out of the parking lot, he drove slowly through the busy streets. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Tom chewing at this finger nails as he stared out of the window. He was disappointed that Tom did not want to confide in him but he did not push. When they arrived back at the apartment he watched silently as Tom entered the sanctuary of the bedroom and closed the door, once again placing a barrier between them.
Sighing in frustration, Dennis walked into the kitchen and poured himself a coffee. Sitting down at the table, he opened the letter that had arrived that day. Pulling out his bank statement, he stared at it in horror. He had hardly worked since finding Tom in the hospital and his bank balance was testament to that fact. Doctor Camden had referred Tom for a disability pension, deeming him incapable of work, at least for the time being. But the paperwork could take months to process and even then it would hardly be enough to keep them both housed and fed.
Feeling the beginnings of a tension headache, Dennis placed both elbows on the table and hanging his head he rubbed at his temples. Moments later, he sat up with a start when he realized Tom was standing next to him.
“What’s wrong?” Hanson asked softly, his eyes gazing at the paperwork on the table.
“Nothing,” Dennis replied hurriedly, quickly gathering up the statement and stuffing it back into its envelope. “Just bills. I thought you were sleeping”
Pulling out a chair, Tom sat down next to Dennis and gave him a hard stare. “Don’t change the subject. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Exhaling noisily, Dennis stood up. “It’s nothing for you to worry about Tommy,” he replied tersely. “I can handle it.”
Walking over to his desk, he opened the drawer and threw the envelope inside before slamming it shut. When he turned back around, he saw Tom still staring at him. Not wanting an argument, he picked up his keys and headed towards the door. “I’m going to get some groceries, I’ll be back in a while.”
As he turned the doorknob, his hand paused when he heard Tom’s soft voice behind him. “Doctor Landon asked me if there was anybody in my life I trusted. I said I trusted you, that you were the only person I had left who cared about me. But how can I trust you Dennis when you won’t be honest with me. You told me at the hospital that you’d never lie to me again but you’re lying to me now. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Dennis’ hand slipped from the doorknob and taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked back over to the table. Sitting down, he placed his palm against Tom’s cheek. “Do you really trust me?” he asked quietly, his gaze boring into Tom’s dark eyes.
“Of course I trust you Dennis,” Tom replied softly. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”
Dropping his hand, Dennis sighed. “Then why do you keep shutting me out?”
A puzzled frown creased Tom’s smooth brow. “I haven’t shut you out. You’re shutting me out by not telling me what was bothering you.”
Booker thought about Tom’s comment for a moment before replying. “If I tell you what’s bothering me, will you tell me about your therapy session with Doctor Landon?”
A small smile played over Tom’s lips. “Isn’t that blackmail?” he asked teasingly. When Dennis did not answer his mood sobered. “Okay, deal.”
Standing up, Dennis walked over to the desk and took out the envelope. Sitting back down at the table, he pulled out the piece of paper and handed it to Tom. “It’s my bank statement,” he explained quietly. “I guess I need to get back to work or we’ll both be out on the streets.”
Tom unfolded the statement and stared at it in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked in dismay. “Dennis, you’ve used up all of your savings.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Dennis took the statement out of Tom’s hand and tossed it onto the table. “It didn’t seem important at the time. All I was worried about was you. I worked as much as I could when I was searching for you but I wanted to keep my nights free so that kind of restricted the jobs I could take. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. As long as I find a case in the next week, we’ll be fine.” Sensing that Hanson was not convinced, he pulled him into a tight embrace. “We’ll be fine,” he murmured into Tom’s hair. “I promise.”
Lifting his head, Tom’s mouth sought out Dennis’ and they kissed deeply for several minutes, their tongues slowly entwining as they gave comfort to each other. Gradually pulling apart, Tom smiled nervously. “Then I guess there’s some things I should tell you.”
Dennis’ heart hammered in his chest as he waited patiently for Tom to continue. Several minutes passed before Hanson spoke again. “Doctor Landon said that if I really do trust you, I should tell you what I remember about El Salvador, that if you and I are ever to have a proper sexual relationship, you need to understand what happened to me.”
Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Dennis stared at Tom in disbelief. “You told him about us?”
A pink flush stained Tom’s cheeks. “Of course I told him,” he mumbled, lowering his head so his eyes hid behind his long bangs. “I love you and I want to give you what you want.”
“Oh Tommy,” Dennis choked, pulling his lover into his arms. “I love you too.”
Silent tears spilled from Tom’s eyes and soaked through Dennis’ shirt. It had not been easy for him to open up to Doctor Landon about his relationship with Booker but he knew that he needed to be honest about his life otherwise the therapy sessions were pointless.
Lifting his head, Tom wiped away his tears and smiled self-consciously. “Are you sure you want to hear this?” he asked quietly.
Taking Hanson by the hand, Booker led him over to the couch. When they had sat down, he reached out and gently stroked Tom hair. “Whenever you’re ready baby,” he answered.
A sudden calm came over Tom and taking a deep breath, he began the hardest conversation of his life, all the while hoping that Dennis would not look at him differently once the conversation was over.
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