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To Chase a Feather in the Wind	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1696 -:- 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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The following morning
The smell of bacon and eggs infiltrated Tom’s dream and as he slowly came back to consciousness, he had a fleeting sensation of déjà vu. Opening his eyes, he gazed in confusion at the unfamiliar décor of a tastefully decorated bedroom and he felt a moment of panic.
Sitting up with a jolt, the room spun around him and holding his head in his hands, he let out a low moan. The sour after taste of whiskey lingered in his mouth and a dull pain thumped behind his eyes, signaling the beginnings of a hangover. A light breeze blew in through the open window, ruffling the curtains, and when the cool air touched his bare skin, goose bumps rose on his arms. Slowly pulling back the covers, he stared down at his naked body and time stood still as the memory of the previous night returned. His heart began to hammer in his chest and hot bile rose in his throat.
He had done the unthinkable; he had cheated on his lover.
The bedroom door opened and the man from the bar walked in, dressed in a blue robe that matched his eyes. Struggling with his impaired memory, Tom tried desperately to remember the man’s name but he came up blank. Quickly covering his nakedness, he managed a weak smile. “Hey…”
The man placed a mug of black coffee on the bedside bureau and seeing Tom’s agonized expression, he grinned back. “Hey yourself, and the name’s Liam.”
Tom’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment. “Sorry,” he muttered, “everything’s a bit of a blur.”
Liam sat down on the edge of the bed, his cobalt eyes twinkling cheekily. “That’s a pity, ‘cause last night was pretty amazing.”
Lowering his head, Tom’s blush deepened. “Shit,” he moaned, “does that mean… oh God, please tell me we didn't!”
Liam’s lower lip pushed out into a faux pout. “Now you’ve hurt my feelings,” he teased. “You seemed pretty enthusiastic last night when I made love to you… twice.”
Tom’s eyes grew wide and he ran a shaky hand across his mouth. “Twice?” he echoed in disbelief. “And I bottomed?”
At Tom’s mortified expression, an amused chuckle escaped Liam’s lips. “I had to talk you into it but you didn’t seem too bothered once we got started.”
“Oh God,” Tom groaned, his face a mask of mortification. “Were we safe?”
“We were,” Liam replied in a reassuring tone. “But I’ve gotta tell you Tommy, I didn’t expect you to react like this, after all, it was consensual.”
A pained expression passed over Tom’s face. “It’s not you,” he muttered miserably, “it’s me. I've got a boyfriend.”
Liam’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Oh, I see,” he replied tersely.
A long silence hung awkwardly between the two men before Tom finally mumbled, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Seeing the genuine remorse on Tom’s face, Liam managed a smile. “Don’t apologize,” he assuaged good-naturedly. “I guess I’m just a little disappointed. I had hoped this might be the beginning of something.”
When Tom remained silent, Liam decided to be direct. “Do you love him?” he asked.
Tom’s expression softened. “Yeah, I really do.”
Tilting his head on one side, Liam gave Tom a quizzical look. “Then answer me this, if you love him so much, why did you come home with me?”
Pain filled Tom’s dark eyes. “I don’t know,” he whispered in a tortured voice. “I honestly… don’t… know.”
**
Having declined Liam’s offer of breakfast, Tom walked outside and squinting his eyes against the harsh sunlight, he gazed up and down the street in confusion. His head thumped painfully from the hangover that was engulfing his body and closing his eyes, he rubbed at his temple as he tried to remember where he had parked. Slowly, the memory of walking from one bar to another filtered into his mind and opening his eyes, he staggered slowly up the road. When he reached the intersection, he turned left and a small sigh of relief escaped his lips when he saw his car parked in the distance. He quickened his pace up the deserted street and when he reached his Mustang, he unlocked the door and climbed inside. Slamming the door closed, he inserted the key in the ignition but his hand paused and slumping back against the seat, he covered his face with his hands and let out a loud groan. He had cheated and no matter how much he regretted it, he could not pretend it had never happened. He needed to own up to it, otherwise he knew the whole foundation of his relationship with Dennis would forever be based upon a lie.
Leaning forward, he started the car and pulling slowly from the sidewalk, he drove in the direction of his apartment.
**
Penhall whistled a jaunty tune as he plated up a large breakfast of bacon and eggs. It was Sunday morning and he planned to enjoy his fry up then lie on the couch and catch up on all the sport he had recorded on his new VCR.
Placing the heaped plate down on the small dining table, he pulled out a chair and started to sit down when a loud banging sounded at his door. A scowl of annoyance marred his normally cheerful expression and sighing heavily, he strode over to the front door and yanked it open. “Wha—” he started to growl but the angry word stuck in his throat when he saw Tom standing in front of him wearing an expression of pure misery. “Shit Hanson, is everything okay?” he asked in a worried voice as he ushered his friend inside.
Tom’s eyes filled with tears. “He left me.”
It took Doug a moment to comprehend what Tom meant. “Booker?” he asked quietly. When he received a dejected nod in return, he placed a comforting arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Jesus Tommy, I’m really sorry. I know how much you love him. What happened?”
Tom struggled to keep his tears at bay. “We had a fight,” he muttered wretchedly, “I stormed out and…” His words trailed off and he stared at the floor. “When I got home, he’d gone.”
With all thoughts of his breakfast now forgotten, Doug maneuvered Tom towards the couch and after motioning for him to sit down, he perched on the coffee table and stared at him intensely. “Did he take his stuff?”
A small nod of Tom’s bowed head answered his question and he let out a sigh. “Okay, well, I guess between the two of us we could run some checks, see if we can find where he is.”
Tom lifted his head and stared at Penhall in surprise. “You’d do that?” he asked quietly.
Doug’s lip tilted into a lopsided smile. “I’m your best friend aren’t I? Of course I’ll do it. I know how much he means to you and—” When a single tear slid down Tom’s pale cheek, he stared back in confusion. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy that I’m helping you.”
“Oh God Doug, I did something really stupid,” Tom muttered, his dark eyes filling with torment at the memory of his indiscretion. “I can’t believe I was so heartless.”
In an attempt to lighten the mood, Doug let out a small chuckle. “C’mon Hanson, it can’t be that bad. You’re the most conscientious person I know.”
Tom turned his tortured eyes towards Doug. “I cheated on him,” he whispered. “After our fight, I went out drinking and when I woke up this morning I was in some guy’s bed and… Jesus Christ Doug, I don’t even remember it but he says he made love to me twice and—”
Doug jumped to his feet and held both hands out in front of him. “W-Whoa!” he stammered in a shaky voice. “I don’t need to hear the details Tom!”
The despair on Tom’s face quickly turned to annoyance. “Why not?” he asked moodily. “Whenever I slept with a woman you always wanted to know all the details.”
Penhall had the grace to blush and pushing back his hair, he let out a heavy sigh. “You’re right, I did. I’m sorry Tom, I support you but that doesn’t mean I want a blow by— I mean, oh God, what I mean is, I don’t need to hear every detail about what you do with another guy when you—”
Holding up his hands, Tom grimaced in embarrassment. “Okay, I get it, just stop talking,” he begged.
An awkward silence hung in the air between the two men before Doug finally spoke. “When you find Booker, are you going to tell him?”
Leaning back against the couch cushions, Tom crossed his arms over his eyes. “I have to,” he muttered. “If we have any chance of getting back together, I have to be honest with him.”
“Do you think you will get back together?” Doug asked softly.
Several minutes passed before Tom lowered his arms and stared up at Penhall with sad eyes. “It’s all so fucked up Doug. Dennis and I were fooling around and he asked me to bite him. I freaked out and that’s when I left.”
Although shocked by Tom’s revelation, Doug was careful to keep his expression neutral. “Maybe it would be better if you spent some time apart. It sounds like he’s still pretty messed up.”
“Yeah,” Tom sighed dejectedly, “I think we both are.”
Doug tried to offer a small smile of understanding but deep down, he had trouble comprehending how his friend’s life had become so complicated.
**
Dennis flinched as the steel gate of St. Mary’s psychiatric wing clanged closed behind him. With his head bowed, he hugged his bag protectively to his chest and followed the aloof orderly. After negotiating through the maze of corridors, the man stopped and motioned to a row of plastic chairs that lined the wall. “Take a seat, the doctor will see you shortly.”
He sat stiffly in one of the uncomfortable chairs and tried to block out the distressing sounds that echoed throughout the hospital. He had just voluntarily signed himself back into the psychiatric unit for four weeks and although he knew he was making the right decision, his stomach had knotted itself into a tight, nervous ball and he could not control the tremors that plagued his body. He had only managed three months on the outside and during that time, he had struggled with the urges that persistently threatened to consume his mind. However, his downfall had been when he and Tom had started their sexual relationship just a month after his release. The feel of a hot mouth against his skin had brought all his depraved yearnings to the surface and it was then he had started to lose control of his inhibitions. Each day it had become harder to keep his desires concealed and every lick and suck had him craving the pain that he knew would heighten his sexual pleasure, until finally, without warning, he had vocalized his wants and Tom had fled in disgust.
Staring down at his jagged fingernails, he fought back the tears that had threatened to spill from his tortured eyes ever since Tom had walked out of the apartment the night before. He had spent a lonely evening alone, waiting for the sound of footsteps to signal his lover’s return. But when the hours ticked by and the sound never came, he began to think that he had probably lost Tom forever. It was then he knew that staying would only cause the man he loved insurmountable heartache and so he had packed a suitcase and phoned the hospital, requesting urgent admission into the psych ward. Fortunately, Doctor Mayberry had been on duty and he had immediately agreed to admit him the following morning. He had spent a lonely night lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling, still clinging onto the small hope that Tom would return and they would be able to talk through their problems.
But when dawn broke and the early morning sunlight filtered in through the bedroom window, he knew that there was no hope left. By staying out all night, Tom had made his intentions perfectly clear; he no longer wanted him in his life.
The sound of a door opening pulled him back to the present and looking up, he saw Doctor Mayberry’s sympathetic face staring down at him. The tears that had been threatening to fall finally spilled over and covering his face in his hands, his shoulders shook as he allowed himself to weep openly. When a gentle hand stroked his hair, he lifted his head and staring up at Mayberry with beseeching eyes, he grabbed frantically at his sleeve. “Please help me,” he implored desperately.
Doctor Mayberry’s kind eyes crinkled at the corners and he smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry Dennis,” he murmured softly, “the hardest step was realizing that you still need help. We’ll work together and I have complete faith that you will overcome your predisposition towards masochism.”
Encouraged by the doctor’s confident tone, Booker swiped an arm across his teary eyes and managed a watery smile. He knew it would be difficult, but he needed to push all thoughts of Tom from his mind and concentrate on getting well.
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