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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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Four weeks later
The last four weeks had seen Tom's caseload multiply exponentially and he was working a minimum ten-hour day, six days a week just to keep up. The increase in work was a relief financially, but it also meant sacrificing his social life. He rarely saw Booker and he wished he could find the time to do the things other couples did when they were first dating. The fun part of a new relationship was going to the movies, eating out and getting to know each other's likes and dislikes. But because of the bizarre way their affair had started and his increased working hours, they had missed some of the important interactions of the honeymoon period.
Their sex life was also beginning to suffer. After an explosive start when they could barely keep their hands off each other, he now found himself too tired to make much of an effort and over the last few weeks, he had noticed a marked change in Booker’s demeanor. In the beginning, his lover had patiently waited up until he came home and they would fall into bed together, holding each other close until they fell asleep. But now he came home to a dark apartment and when he did eventually crawl into bed in the early hours of the morning, Booker seemed oblivious to his presence. It was disheartening but if he was honest with himself, it was also a relief that the pace of their relationship had slowed, especially after Doug had reinforced his doubts. Even though they had not taken the physical aspect of their relationship past oral sex, he was worried that they were moving forward too quickly. However, that did not mean he wanted it to end completely and therefore, he knew he needed to make some changes, otherwise their relationship would be over before it had even begun.
With a groan, he struggled through the door of his apartment, the large carton of case notes he carried in his arms making it difficult for him to maneuver through the doorway. Kicking the door closed with his foot, he dropped the cardboard box onto the floor with a grunt and shrugging out of his jacket, he tossed it onto a chair. Looking around the room, he let out a disappointed sigh when he did not see Booker. He was eager to surprise him in the hopes of getting their relationship back on track.
Glancing at his watch, he smiled when he saw the time. It was Saturday night, he was home before dark and that meant the night was theirs to enjoy. “Dennis,” he called out cheerfully and when he received no answer from the bedroom, his brow creased into a frown. Walking across the room, he paused when he heard the sound of running water and a slow smile played over his lips. Booker was in the shower and that meant he would be ready for a night on the town.
As he walked into the kitchen, he heard the shower turn off and grabbing a beer from the refrigerator, he popped the cap and took a large refreshing mouthful. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he wandered into the living room and switching on the TV, he flopped down onto the couch with a sigh. He was tired but he was determined to make a night of it. He had heard about a new Italian restaurant that had opened up not far from the building where he rented his tiny office space and the one thing he knew about Booker was that he loved Italian food.
When the bathroom door opened, Booker stepped out wearing only a towel around his waist, his damp hair combed back from his face, highlighting his chiseled features. Tom’s breath caught in his throat as he cast covetous eyes over his lover’s toned body and he let out a low moan of approval. “Fuck you look hot,” he murmured softly.
Ignoring the compliment, Booker stared back with cold eyes. “You’re home early,” he muttered in a stilted voice. “I didn’t expect to see you until morning.”
Tom felt a pang of guilt and placing his beer on the coffee table he stood up and slowly approached his lover. “I know I haven’t been around much lately but—”
Booker turned away and started walking towards the bedroom. “I don't want your apology,” he interrupted in a petulant voice. “Everything changed when you went out drinking with Doug. I guess he finally got to you huh?”
Surprised by Booker’s statement, Tom stepped forward and grabbed his arm. “Is that what you think? Jesus Dennis, I know I haven’t been very responsive lately but it’s because I’m tired, not because I don’t want to be with you.”
Pulling away from Tom’s hold, Booker’s dark eyes narrowed into slits. “Really?” he asked in a skeptical tone. “You’re twenty-three years old and you’re telling me you’ve lost your libido because you’re tired?”
Tom could feel his muscles tensing and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, he screwed his eyes closed for several seconds. When he opened them again, Booker was still glowering at him and lowering his hand, he let out a sigh. “Okay,” he confessed, “I admit it, I do want to slow our relationship down. I want to have a chance to get to know you better before… well, before we take it to the next level. But that’s not the only reason I haven’t wanted to fool around. Despite what you think, I have been tired and when you withdrew, I guess I was kind of grateful that I didn’t have to try anymore.”
Booker’s lower lip pushed out in a sulky pout. “Well at least now you’re being honest about it,” he muttered. “Why didn’t you tell me this before instead of making me think you’d lost interest?”
A small smile twitched at the corner of Tom’s lips and his eyes traveled hungrily over Booker’s muscular torso. “Are you fucking kidding?” he breathed and reaching out, he placed an arm around his lover’s waist and pulled him in close. “I could never lose interest in you, you're the most desirable man I've ever met.”
Booker's pout instantly turned seductive and his dark eyes shone with longing. "Prove it," he whispered, "make me come."
Tom slowly maneuvered Booker backwards until his back was against the wall and unwrapping the towel from around his waist, he let it fall to the floor. He hesitated for a moment before brushing his lips over the warm flesh of his lover’s mouth, teasing him with the limited contact. “Tell me what you want,” he breathed.
A shiver of excitement ran down Booker’s spine. “Suck me,” he whispered against Tom’s ear. “I wanna fuck that pretty mouth.”
It was the first time Booker had talked dirty to him and Tom found it both thrilling and somewhat disturbing. But he pushed all the nagging doubts to the back of his mind. “Okay, he murmured against the long column of Booker’s throat, “but I’m gonna take my time getting there.”
True to his word, he nipped and sucked at the taut skin, coaxing the blood to the surface until he had left his mark. He continued downwards, mouthing hot kisses over his lover's chest, stopping occasionally to run his tongue over the moist flesh. When he reached a nipple, he flicked his tongue against it, toying with the hard nub before slowly continuing his journey. Dropping to his knees, he felt light fingers running through his hair, urging him on and parting his lips, he began to suck on the tight flesh just above the pubic hairline, wanting to leave a mark his lover could see.
Booker’s eyes fluttered closed and he let out a low groan of pleasure. It had been weeks since he had experienced the thrill of Tom’s touch and the erotic sensation of a hot mouth sucking at his flesh brought back buried memories. As the stimulation continued, he could feel his urges returning and his fingers began to tug at his lover's hair. “Yesss,” he encouraged softly, his erect cock pressing against the underside of Tom’s chin. “Bite me Tommy, make it hurt.”
The warm lips against his skin immediately pulled away, leaving him wanting, and looking down, he saw two wide eyes staring up at him in horror. “Jesus Christ Dennis,” Tom uttered in an incredulous voice, “did you just ask me to bite you?”
Dennis’ head began to spin and his eyes filled with panic. “N-No! I mean… I don’t know why I said that! Oh God Tommy, I’m sorry, I didn't mean it!”
The color drained from Tom’s face and rising slowly to his feet, he took a step backwards. “I don’t think I can do this,” he confessed in a shaky voice. “I won’t become Keppler’s replacement.”
Booker snatched up his towel and quickly covered his nakedness. “Tommy no!” he implored in a tone filled with agitation. “I don’t want you to be my Dad—” and as the word tumbled from his lips, his eyes grew wide and his body started to tremble. “Oh God,” he whispered. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
Unable to answer the question, Tom picked up his jacket and headed towards the door. “I need some fresh air,” he muttered and he quickly exited the apartment with the sound of Booker’s voice ringing in his ears.
**
Staring dejectedly into his whiskey, Tom picked distractedly at the soggy cardboard coaster in his hand. He had been at the bar for hours, the night’s events playing over and over in his mind, despite the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed. It was now the early hours of the morning and if he wanted to keep drinking, he needed to find an ATM. He slipped off the bar stool and swaying unsteadily on his feet, he staggered towards the door. When the cool night air touched his skin, he realized he had left his jacket in the bar. But instead of retrieving it, he continued to stare blankly out in front of him. He suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired and all he wanted was to close his bloodshot eyes and forget about everything that had happened. He reached into the front pocket of his denims and pulled out his car keys, but in a moment of clarity, he recognized that he was too drunk to drive and unless he found an ATM, he had no money for a cab.
With a heavy sigh, he decided that sleeping in his Mustang was his only option and he began to walk down the road when a light hand tapped him on the shoulder. Turning around, he stared through blurry eyes at the handsome face of a young man who had been sitting at the bar. “You forgot your jacket,” the man stated with a captivating smile.
Tom grinned back drunkenly. “Thanks,’ he murmured as he swayed unsteadily on his feet, and taking the jacket from the man’s hand, he struggled to put it on.
“Here, let me help you,” the man offered and without waiting for Tom to reply, he guided his arms into the sleeves and pulled the jacket around him.
“Thanks,” Tom muttered again and as he gazed into the man’s attractive blue eyes, he smiled entrancingly. “Do you wanna get a drink?”
The man’s laugh rang out through the cold night air. “I think you’ve had enough,” he chuckled. “But I can offer you coffee, my apartment’s just across the street.”
In Tom's inebriated mind, the night had suddenly become a whole lot better and smiling bewitchingly, he peered up through his long lashes. “Coffee sounds good, my name’s Tom.”
“Liam,” the young man replied and taking Tom by the elbow, he steered him across the road towards his home.
**
Booker hung up the phone and stared down at the suitcase at his feet. Tears filled his eyes and placing a hand over his face, he stifled a sob. Over the last few months, since he had moved in with Tom, he had actually convinced himself that he was happy. But the harsh reality was the exact opposite. He was floundering in a world he no longer had a connection to and he felt as though he did not belong. In his mind, he was a freak because even after ten months of therapy, he continued to miss the man who had irrevocably changed his life. Forever the consummate actor, he had even fooled himself into believing the treatment had magically cured him of his masochistic urges. He had managed to control them but then, for a fraction of a second when in the throes of passion, he had let his guard down and revealed his despicable secret; he still craved the combination of sex and pain.
Picking up the suitcase, he glanced one last time around the apartment that had been his home for the last three months and walked out the door.
I am going on holidays and therefore, the next chapter will not be posted for about two weeks.
In peace

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