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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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Soft music played in the candle lit restaurant as Dennis sipped at his wine and half listened to George as he recounted his recent trip to Nepal. Three weeks had passed since their meeting in the coffee shop and they were now enjoying their third date. Dennis could feel himself falling for the man sitting in front of him. He was intelligent, caring and funny but most of all, he was stable. Since receiving Tom’s phone call, Booker had struggled internally with his emotions. Although he still loved Tom and a part of him knew he always would, he did not think that it was in either of their best interests to pursue a relationship. His over protectiveness of Tom would ultimately only hinder his friend’s ability to reintegrate back into society and Tom’s tendency to manipulate him both emotionally and sexually would only lead to more heartache. Tom told him he loved him but Dennis was not completely convinced. Needing someone was not the same thing as loving someone. Not that he could lay all the blame at Hanson’s door. He was well aware that his love for Tom bordered on being an obsession and that it was unhealthy to feel so consumed with desire and devotion that it was almost a kind of worship. Therefore, as the days turned into weeks, Dennis made the decision not to return Tom’s call and to instead, start focusing on his own life.
Suddenly aware that George had stopped talking, Dennis looked up and met his new friend’s quizzical gaze. “Am I boring you?” George asked with a hint of a grin. “I’d hate to think that after only three dates we were already getting sick of each other.”
Taking George’s hand and giving his fingers a light squeeze, Dennis shook his head. “Sorry, I drifted away for second. I’ve got a few things on my mind.”
“Tom?” George asked quietly.
Dennis nodded. He had opened up to George on their first date, telling him about the last three and a half years of his life and his feelings for Tom. If he were to enter into a new relationship, he knew he needed to be honest. He had managed to let go of the past but Tom would always be a part of it, a memory that would never fade. He had loved too deeply to be able to erase completely the feelings he had for Tom and it was best that George knew that before they took their relationship further. Hanson would always have a special place in Dennis’ heart, just as Ben did and nothing could change that.
“Yeah,” Booker answered truthfully. “I can’t help worrying about him, wondering if he’s doing okay.”
Tilting his head on one side, George gazed deep into Dennis’ eyes. “So why don’t you call him and ask?”
Dennis smiled awkwardly and rubbed a hand through his hair. “That doesn’t seem fair to you. We’re just starting out and I shouldn’t be worrying about an ex-lover.”
George frowned. “Lover? I didn’t think you two had slept together.”
A hot flush burned at Dennis’ cheeks. “We didn’t. The thing is, I don’t know what Tom was. I spent over three years of my life devoted to him and in reality, we spent less than 3 months together and less than a week of that we spent being physically intimate. He wasn’t a boyfriend, he wasn’t really a lover, he was just... Tom.”
George had trouble keeping the resentment out of his eyes. “And yet he consumes your every thought,” he replied somewhat sulkily. “He must really be something special.”
Acutely aware that he needed to calm the situation, Dennis leaned over the table and placing a hand behind George’s head, he pulled him forward and kissed him tenderly for several seconds before breaking apart. “Not really,” he lied, not wanting to be untruthful to George but sensing that he had no choice if he wanted to continue the relationship. “I guess I just need to know that he’s all right.”
Smiling seductively, George returned Dennis’ kiss. “Then you should call him,” he murmured against Dennis’ lips. “And once you know he’s fine, you can start concentrating on me.”
Dennis’ stomach flip-flopped and a shiver of excitement shot down his spine. George was right, he needed to have closure with Tom, then he could focus on his new relationship and maybe, he would finally find the love he was searching for.
**
Dennis sat at his desk, staring at the phone for several minutes before he finally picked up the receiver and dialed Tom’s number. It rang for several seconds before an out of breath male voice finally answered. “Turners' Boarding House, this is Joel.”
Somewhat taken aback that Tom had not answered, Dennis’ stuttered down the phone. “Um, is T-Tommy, I mean Tom H-Hanson there?”
“Just a minute,” Joel replied and Dennis heard the receiver clunk to the table as Joel’s voice yelled out, “TOMMEEE! PHONE!”
Running his fingers nervously through his hair, Dennis licked his lips and tried to calm himself. Several minutes passed before he heard Tom’s voice. “Hello?”
Tears sprang to Booker’s eyes but he attempted to keep his voice steady. “Hey Tommy, it’s Dennis.”
There was a long pause before Tom replied, his voice sounding strained. “I didn’t expect to hear from you, not after all this time.”
Dennis felt his anger rising at Hanson’s response. “You’re the one who walked out Tom. I left you a message months ago and you never called me back so don’t fucking play the martyr with me.”
“I’m not,” Tom replied sulkily. “And I left because you never came home and I thought you wanted me gone.”
“I was in a fucking car accident!” Dennis yelled, completely losing his temper at Tom’s self-pitying attitude. “I was lying in the hospital waiting for you to come so don’t give me that self-indulgent bullshit.”
A long silence hung between them and for a moment, Dennis wondered if Tom would hang up on him. But eventually Hanson spoke, his voice full of sadness. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Are you okay?”
Dennis let his anger wane. “I’m fine Tommy,” he sighed. “It was just a concussion and several bruised ribs.”
“Oh,” Tom replied quietly. “That’s good.”
Another awkward silence stretched out and Dennis decided to take matters into his own hands and say what he needed to say. “Why didn’t you return my call?” he asked softly. “I left a message with some guy at a shelter.”
“I wasn’t ready,” Tom muttered. “I needed more time.”
“Time for what Tom?” Dennis asked, his tone of voice revealing his annoyance. “I was worried sick about you. I don’t understand why you just didn’t let me know that you were okay, or is that too much to ask? Sometimes you can be such a selfish prick!”
“TIME FOR ME TO BECOME THE TOM YOU WANTED ME TO BE!” Tom screamed down the phone. “I’m such a fucking disappointment to you! I wanted to get my head together, to try to be the Tom Hanson you originally fell in love with and not the fucked up nutcase I’ve become. I thought if I came back with my mind and body healed, we’d have a better chance of making a go of it.”
A single tear trickled down Dennis’ cheek and his voice was tinged with sadness. “It’s too late Tom, I’ve met someone else and I can’t go back, I just can’t. It’s taken me months to get over you and I’m finally starting to feel happy again. I’m sorry.”
“Dennis no,” Tom pleaded, his voice distraught. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Please give me another chance, I’m so much better now. I’ve got a new therapist and a place to live. Please Dennis, please don’t leave me again! PLEASE!”
The words “DEN-NIS! DEN-NIS! No me abandones! No me abandones!” sprang into Dennis mind and he choked back a sob. “I’m sorry Tommy,” he whispered and before Tom could answer, he hung up the phone.
**
Bright neon lights flashed against the night’s sky as Tom walked along the busy streets of downtown L.A. His conversation with Dennis had sent him spiraling into depression. Even though it had been nearly four months since he had walked out of Dennis’ apartment, he never thought that it was the end of their relationship. When he had moved into the boarding house and started his therapy with Doctor Angela Moore, he felt as though he was finally on the right track, that in time, he would be able to give Dennis the man he wanted. It had shocked him to learn that Dennis had moved on and found love elsewhere and he supposed it was arrogant to think that Dennis would wait forever for him to return. Now that he knew the truth, that Dennis’ heart belonged to another, he no longer cared about his life or his recovery. He had nothing left to live for; he had no job, no friends, no family and no Dennis. He was once again at rock bottom and all he yearned for was to feel loved.
Turning the street corner, he stopped when he saw Thumper leaning against a light post smoking a cigarette. He wondered if he had purposely walked into his old neighborhood in search of something to make him feel better or if he had done it subconsciously. He stood staring at the drug dealer for several minutes before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking over. “Hey,” he said quietly.
Looking around, Thumper’s face split into a huge grin. “Tommy! How the fuck are you? I didn’t expect to see you again.”
Shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, Tom managed a half smile. “I’m good. I um, I’m looking to score. Are you still the guy to see?” he asked nervously.
“That depends,” Thumper replied, licking his lips as his eyes traveled up and down Tom’s slender body. “You got money?”
As he was about to pull out a handful of notes, Tom stopped and peered out through his long bangs. “No, I um, I thought we could cut a deal, you know, like old times.”
Thumper threw his arm around Tom’s shoulders and gave him a tight squeeze. “Tommy man, you’ve made my day. Let’s go someplace quiet.”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Tom smiled meekly and followed Thumper through the crowded streets. He was surprised when the dealer entered a shabby hotel and walked up the dilapidated staircase to the second floor. Thumper pulled out a key and unlocked the door to a sparsely furnished room. “Home sweet home,” he laughed, closing the door behind Hanson. “This time Tommy, we’re gonna do it in style.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a baggie of cocaine and tossed it to Tom. “Do you need a snort first or are you good to go?” he asked, kicking off his shoes and pulling his t-shirt over his head.
Tom’s body trembled as he stared down at the plastic bag in his hand. “I’m good,” he replied quietly, shoving the cocaine into his pocket.
“So,” Thumper inquired, pulling his belt free from the loops in his jeans and holding it in his hand. “Are you still a gasper or are you into something else now?”
“No, I still like it,” Tom muttered, staring at Thumper’s now naked body.
The drug dealer grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that. Now c’mon Tommy, don’t be shy. Get those clothes off so we can have some fun.”
Moving as though in a dream, Tom undressed and stood in front of Thumper. “Damn,” the dealer murmured, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Tom’s naked body. “You’re even prettier than I remembered.”
A pink blush stained Tom’s cheeks. He could see that Thumper was already aroused and he knew there was no turning back. Not that he wanted to. He needed someone to make him feel special, to make him feel loved. He wanted to fill the emptiness inside his heart and this was the only way he knew how.
Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself onto his hands and knees. He felt Thumper’s finger enter his opening and he screwed his eyes shut as the drug dealer finger fucked him whilst masturbating. When he was fully erect, Thumper carefully rolled a condom onto his cock and placed his belt around Tom’s neck, pulling it tight. Pushing the head of his cock against Tom’s anus, he leaned forward. “Do you still speak Spanish Tommy?” he teased.
Tom lowered his head. “Sí,” he mumbled. “Quiero que me folles.” I want you to fuck me.
Thumper grinned. “Man, I’ve no idea what you just said but you’re turning me on.”
Tom groaned as he felt Thumper’s cock pushing inside him. “Oh Dios,” he moaned softly as the drug dealer thrust slowly in and out of his body. “Se siente tan bien.” Oh God, it feels so good.
Wrapping his hand tighter around the belt, Thumper pulled until Tom’s head jerked backwards. “Gasp for me,” he instructed softly, his pace becoming faster. “I wanna hear you choke.”
“Oh Dios,” Tom wheezed, his cock weeping heavily. Lifting his right hand, he started to masturbate. “Cojer duro… cojer duro!” Fuck me hard… fuck me hard!
Feeling Thumper’s cock slamming against his prostate, Tom gasped as the belt around his throat cut off his air. “Voy… a… lefa…“ he managed to wheeze before his orgasm hit and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Moments later, he felt Thumper’s hand slapping his cheek. “Wake up Tommy,” the drug dealer laughed. “You gave me one hell of a ride, I can’t wait to do it again.”
Tom rolled onto his back and stared blankly at the ceiling. “Count on it,” he replied, his voice devoid of any emotion.
His life had turned full circle and he had once again become Hermoso Puto.
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