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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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Well this is it, the final curtain.
As always, this story was difficult to write because of the graphic nature of the plot. There were many times along the way that I felt like abandoning it because I wondered if I'd pushed the limits too far. It was especially traumatic writing the Dennis/Tom rape scene because I love these two characters so much and I did not want Dennis perceived as a monster. I hope I handled it in a way that you, as the reader, understood the level of his mental breakdown and forgave him his sin.
Now that this story is finished, I would appreciate any feedback you wish to impart because your thoughts will help to make me a better writer.
I am going to take a break over the holiday season but rest assured, I already have a new Tom and Dennis story I am working on :) This story will be different to any other story I have written because it will feature a topic I have not dealt with before and swore I never would. However, I think it is time I explored this avenue of fanfiction and hopefully the plot will not disappoint.
I wish you a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Blessed Yule etc. and hopefully I will see you all again in the New Year.
In peace

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With no reason to stay in Tucson now that Booker had achieved what he had set out to do, the two men drove back to South Central Los Angeles the same day. Pulling the car up to the curb outside the share house that Booker now called home, Tom switched off the ignition and gazed up at the dilapidated building. Several unsavory looking men loitered outside and they stared with interest when they saw who was sitting in the Mustang, immediately giving Tom a bad feeling. Turning to Booker, he placed a hand on his arm. “You shouldn’t have to live like this. Come back and live with me.”
Booker shook his head. “You know I can’t do that,” he sighed. “I need to start doing things by myself and… well… being around you all the time is kinda hard, you know?”
Tom did know. He had spent less than forty-eight hours with Dennis and during that time, he had found it increasingly difficult to control his desires. Just looking at his dark haired friend made him horny and he longed to erase everything that had happened in the last few months and start again from the time when their relationship was still new. Knowing what he did now, he would have done many things differently, but hindsight was always twenty-twenty and he knew there was no point having regrets. What had happened between them had happened and he needed to accept it and move on. But the thought of Booker living in such a dangerous environment concerned him and he knew he had to do something about it. Glancing over at the men, he asked the question that had been bothering him for the last few days. “Do they still try and come into your room at night?”
A hot flush of embarrassment heated Booker’s cheeks. “They try, but I stay awake now so they can’t get in.”
“Jesus,” Tom muttered and turning his eyes away, he focused his attention back on Booker. “Well if you won’t move in with me, let me try and find you somewhere better to live.”
With a sad smile, Booker opened the door. “And how am I supposed to pay for it?” he murmured. “I don’t want you taking care of me Tom, I can do this by myself.”
Not wanting to argue in front of an audience, Tom grabbed hold of Booker’s arm. “What about Christmas? At least come and spend the day with me.”
Booker raised a querying eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to your mom’s?”
Tom shook his head. “She’s gone on a cruise with her new boyfriend. You’d be doing me a favor because my only other option is going to Doug and Dorothy’s and we both know that will end in disaster.”
“They’re back together?” Booker asked in surprise. “Geez, getting yelled at must really turn him on.”
A large grin spread across Tom’s face. “Actually, I think it does.” He paused for a moment before moving his hand down and resting it on Booker’s thigh. “So you’ll come?”
At the gentleness of the touch, a jolt of electricity shot through Booker’s body and his cock twitched to life. The more time he spent with Tom, the more he wanted him and he knew for both their sakes, he should refuse the invitation. But the thought of spending Christmas with a group of men he despised was too depressing to contemplate, and so he went against his better judgment. “I’d like that Tommy,” he replied softly. “Thanks.”
Although it was difficult, Tom managed to contain the true extent of his happiness. “Great,” he smiled.
With nothing left to say, the two men exited the car and grabbing Booker’s bag from the trunk, Tom handed it to him. “I’ll pick you up Christmas morning at nine.”
Booker shook his head. “I’ll catch the bus,” and walking away, he ignored the men’s low wolf whistles and disappeared into the house.
**
Christmas Day
A knock at the door signaled Booker’s arrival and taking a deep breath to steady his growing nerves, Tom opened the door. The sight of his friend dressed in a dark blue button down shirt, black waistcoat, black jeans and boots was almost too much to bear, but he pulled himself together and smiling warmly, he stepped back from the door. “Merry Christmas,” he welcomed.
Booker returned the smile. “Merry Christmas,” he replied and entering the apartment, he handed Tom a small package. “It’s not much but—”
Tom’s dark eyes softened as he accepted the gift. “Jesus Dennis, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he murmured.
Tilting his head on one side, Booker gave his friend a steadfast look. “Did you get me something?” he asked pointedly.
It was then that Tom knew he needed to stop giving Booker special treatment. It was Christmas and tradition dictated they exchange gifts. But as he gazed down at the clumsily wrapped parcel in his hand, he suddenly had doubts about the present he had bought and he started to panic. He did not want to make his friend feel inferior and he inwardly cursed himself for being so inconsiderate. It was obvious that Booker did not have much money and he should have bought something small so as not to humiliate his friend. But it was too late now and he hoped Booker would not feel embarrassed because of his stupidity.
He could feel Booker’s dark eyes boring into him and meeting his gaze, he nodded his head. "Yeah I did.”
Walking over to the couch, Booker sat down. “So put the damn present under the tree and shut the hell up,” he instructed with a chuckle.
Tom closed the door and walking across the room, he placed the small package next to Booker’s present. “You’re right, sorry —“
Booker let out an exasperated sigh. “And don’t keep apologizing. Jesus Hanson, when are you going to start treating me like your equal instead of a welfare case?”
A deep flush colored Tom’s face and he lowered his eyes to the floor. “I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled awkwardly.
Seeing Tom’s embarrassment, Booker immediately regretted his outburst and standing up, he went over to his friend and placed both hands on his shoulders. “Now I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have overreacted. I love that you look out for me, even if I don’t always need it.”
Lifting his head, Tom smiled gratefully. “Can we start over?”
Booker grinned back. “Sure, why not. Hey Tommy, Merry Christmas.”
Relieved that the uncomfortable moment was behind them, Tom chuckled happily. “Merry Christmas. Now, how ‘bout a drink.”
“Beer’s good, or wine if you’ve got it,” Booker replied as he gazed around the decorated apartment. “Geez, you went all out. I never would have picked you as someone who enjoyed Christmas. Do you always decorate your apartment like this?”
Tom’s mood shifted as memories of his previous Christmas came to mind. He had spent hours at the hospital, waiting for news on Booker’s condition and when he had finally seen him, it was his presence that had caused his friend unspeakable distress. He blinked back tears and turned away as the long forgotten screams echoed in his mind; “I KILLED TOM! I RAPED HIM AND KILLED HIM! HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD!”
A gentle hand rested on his shoulder and looking up, he gave a watery smile. “Sorry, last Christmas was… well, you know. So to answer your question, no, I’m not normally that enthusiastic about the festive season but this year is different… it’s special.”
Touched by Tom’s admission, Booker squeezed his shoulder. “Yeah, it is. But let’s not dwell on the past, let’s celebrate the future instead.”
Tom wiped at his eyes and smiled. “I’ll get the drinks and then we can have a toast.”
Booker nodded and as Tom opened a bottle of Merlot and poured two glasses, he watched on silently. When a glass was in his hand, he raised it and gazed deep into Tom’s eyes. “To us, may our friendship last forever.”
“Forever,” Tom murmured and clinking his glass against Booker’s, he took a sip of the light, fruity wine. The heavy emotion in the room was palpable as the two men continued to stare deep into each other’s eyes and Tom felt a moment of shear panic as his stomach flip-flopped and his cock twitched to life. Fear gripped his heart and lowering his gaze, he ran a trembling hand over his mouth. Desperate to ease the sexual tension in the room, he spied the two presents under the tree and reaching down, he picked up his gift for Booker. “Um, I was going to give you this after we ate but now seems as good a time as any.”
Gazing down at the beautifully wrapped parcel, Booker felt a lump forming in his throat. It had been a long time since someone had bought him a gift and he felt overcome with emotion. Taking the present, he pulled himself together and smiled. “Thanks.”
Tom watched on nervously as Booker ripped the festive paper from the box, revealing a brand new Sony Walkman WM-DD9.
Booker stared down at the gift in his hand, unable to believe that his friend had bought him such an expensive gift. “Tom,” he whispered, “this is too much. You shouldn’t have spent so much money on me.”
Smiling tenderly, Tom laid a hand on his arm. “I bought it because I wanted you to have it,” he stated simply. “I know how much you love your music.”
Not knowing what to say, Booker just nodded. Tom’s generosity had touched him immensely and it was obvious he had put some thought into what would make the perfect gift. Feeling a little embarrassed by his meager offering, he bent down and picking up the small package, he handed it to Tom. “Merry Christmas.”
Tom accepted the present, not really knowing what to expect. He ripped off the brown paper and stared in awe at the beautiful silver pocket watch in his hand.
“It was my great grandfather’s,” Booker explained quietly. “He carried it with him during the First World War so it’s a little battered but—”
“Dennis it’s beautiful,” Tom murmured and rubbing his thumb over the engraved casing, he continued to stare down at the ornate piece. He was completely mesmerized by its exquisite artisanship, but eventually he came to his senses and looking back up at Booker, he held the timepiece out to him. “But I can’t accept it.”
Booker immediately looked crushed but he refused to take the watch from Tom’s hand. “Why not?” he asked in a disappointed voice. “I thought you liked it.”
“Dennis I do like it… in fact I love it,” Tom explained hurriedly. “But it was your grandfather’s and you should hold onto it so you can pass it down to your son.”
A blush stained Booker’s cheeks and he lowered his gaze. “I might not have any children,” he mumbled awkwardly. “Not now. Things have changed Tommy. I don’t want to have a relationship with a woman, I only want to be with…”
Catching himself in time before he said “you”, he finished the sentence by muttering, “…men.”
Oblivious of Booker’s near slipup, Tom stared back down at the pocket watch. He had two choices; he could give it back and hurt Booker’s feelings or accept it for what it was… a gift of friendship.
Lowering his hand, he lifted his head and smiled lovingly. “I’ll treasure it forever. Thank you.”
Overwhelmed that Tom had agreed to keep his gift, Booker pulled him into a tight embrace. Tom immediately wrapped his arms around his friend’s waist and they held each other close, both men breathing in other’s familiar scent, the heady aroma awakening their buried desires. The hug lasted longer than either had intended and when they eventually separated, their eyes locked and they gazed deep into each other’s souls, both desperately searching for an answer to the question that plagued their hearts and minds; were they destined to be together and if so, could they make it work?
Eventually it was Tom who broke the silence and reaching out, he cupped Booker’s face in the palm of his hand. As he stroked the flawless skin with his thumb, he continued to gaze into the dark eyes of the man who brought out the very best in him as well as the very worst. “I fell in love with you the first time I saw you,” he murmured softly, “and I keep fighting it because I’m terrified of hurting you. But over the last few days, I’ve come to realize that to live, to truly live, we must be willing to take risks… and I want to take a risk with you Dennis. I love you and I can’t keep pretending I don’t.”
At Tom’s words, Booker’s heart rate quickened. He could scarcely believe what he was hearing and his breathing became heavy as his mind went into overdrive. The hands of fate were giving him a second chance at happiness and this time he would not screw it up.
"Show me how much you love me," he whispered.
Tom's eyes grew dark with arousal and all thoughts of Christmas dinner vanished from his mind. Taking Booker by the hand, he led him into the bedroom. Both men kicked off their boots and lying down on the bed, they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Do we take it slow?” Booker asked in a low, trembling voice, even though his body ached to feel Tom’s gentle touch and hot, inviting mouth trailing over his naked skin.
Tom leaned over and pressed his lips lovingly against Booker’s forehead. “We could,” he murmured seductively as he rained soft kisses over his face, “if by slow you mean me making passionate love to you.”
Booker’s eyes fluttered closed as Tom's mouth teasingly brushed against his full pout. “Yesss,” he breathed, and parting his lips, he groaned as Tom’s tongue entwined with his own. Both men reveled at the familiarity and pulling Tom on top of him, Booker pushed his hands under his shirt. The feel of smooth skin beneath his fingertips was intoxicating and he deepened the kiss.
Needing more, Tom sat up and ripping his shirt from his body, he threw it to the floor and gazed down at Booker with gleaming eyes. “I wanna see you naked.”
They slowly removed each other’s clothing, taking their time to lick and suck at each piece of bare skin they exposed. When they were finally undressed, Tom positioned himself between Booker’s bent knees and his eyes roved hungrily over the muscular body lying beneath him. His mind did not register the dozens of scars that were a permanent legacy of Booker’s abuse at the hands of dozens of men; all he saw was perfection.
“God,” he whispered in awe. “How could I have forgotten how beautiful you are?”
When Booker blushed, he laughed softly and leaning forward, he whispered enticingly against his ear, “Do you want me to touch you?”
Booker gazed up at Tom and his dark eyes flashed with desire. “Suck me,” he breathed. “I wanna feel your lips around me.”
Tom groaned in excitement and gently taking hold of the base of Booker’s cock, he dropped to one arm and ducking his head, he reveled in his lover’s full-body tremor as he slowly trailed his tongue up the underside of the semi erect shaft.
“Again,” Booker moaned, his fingers gently pulling at Tom’s hair, urging him on.
Not needing any persuasion, Tom peppered soft kisses up and down the growing erection before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking deeply.
“Fuck yeah,” Booker encouraged softly.
Tom grinned and taking Booker’s cock into his mouth, he applied a small amount of pressure with his lips and slowly moved up and down the full length, teasing him to life.
“Oh God Tommy,” Booker moaned, his hips rising from the mattress and his fingers entwining in Tom’s hair. “That… feels… so… good…”
Not wanting his lover to come, Tom lifted his head and smiled enticingly. His own erect cock jutted outwards and he longed to bury himself inside Booker’s willing body. Reaching out a hand, he lightly traced his fingertip over Booker’s hole, eliciting a gasp from his lover. “Do you like me touching you there?” he asked softly.
Booker’s dark eyes gazed back and biting down on his lower lip, he nodded his head as his chest rose and fell with excitement. “I wanna feel you inside me,” he moaned as he ran a finger up and down the faint line of Tom’s perineal raphe. “I want to be yours.”
The exquisite sensation of his lover’s touch against his cock elicited a gasp of pleasure from Tom and leaning forward, he sucked seductively at Booker’s lower lip. “You are mine,” he whispered against his mouth while stroking his perineum with light fingers. “You’ve always been mine.”
Placing a hand behind Tom’s neck, Booker pulled him closer and kissed him passionately. When they eventually broke apart, he gazed up at Tom with trusting eyes. “Then show me,” he breathed.
Tom’s eyes glistened with hot desire and grabbing a pillow, he placed it behind Booker so he was reclining against it. Opening his bedside drawer, he searched inside until his fingers found what he was looking for. Throwing a condom onto the bed, he searched again and pulling out a tube of lubrication, he unscrewed the cap and tossed it carelessly to the floor. He squeezed out a large dollop and liberally coated his finger before rubbing the tip against Booker’s entrance, spreading the oil over the puckered hole. Booker drew his legs towards his chest and relaxed them so they angled outward, giving Tom better access and his chest rose and fell rapidly at the thrill of Tom’s touch as he ran a finger in a circular motion around his perineum, rousing his senses.
After several minutes of teasing foreplay, Tom pressed the pad of his lubricated finger against Booker’s anus. “Ready,” he asked, his excitement evident in his eyes.
Booker’s body quivered in anticipation. “Yes,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving Tom’s beautiful face. He knew what to do and taking a deep breath, he exhaled as Tom slowly pushed his finger inside. Inch by inch Tom inserted his finger and once in place, he stilled his hand allowing time for the sphincter to relax. When he was certain the muscle was loose, he rhythmically moved his finger partially in and out, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings inside Booker’s anus.
“Ohhh,” Booker moaned softly and his eyes fluttered closed before slowly opening again and meeting Tom’s gaze. “Ohhh God.”
“Do you like that baby?” Tom asked softly. “Is it making you hard?”
Booker’s breathing became heavy. “Yes,” he gasped, his erection growing from the stimulation. “Oh yesss.”
Tom smiled and crooking his finger, he sought out Booker’s prostate and pressed the tip against the gland. Booker’s body shuddered and his fingers grasped frantically at the sheet beneath him as an exquisite pleasure shot through his body. “Fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!”
Afraid that Booker would achieve an orgasm before he had a chance to make love to him, Tom immediately stilled his hand. “Put the condom on me,” he instructed in a breathless voice.
Booker ripped open the package with trembling fingers, expertly rolled the condom onto Tom’s burgeoning erection and slicked his sheathed cock with copious amounts of lubrication. Once ready, Tom carefully removed his finger and holding onto the base of his cock, he pressed the tip against Booker’s opening. As their eyes locked, he leaned forward and tenderly kissed his lover. “I love you,” he murmured against the full pout.
Tears welled in Booker’s dark eyes. It had been rare for him to feel the gentleness of another man’s love and he knew what he was about to experience would be unlike anything he had ever felt before. When Tom lifted his head, he reached out and trailed a loving finger down his cheek. “Show me,” he whispered as he wrapped his legs around Tom's waist.
A moan of pleasure escaped Tom’s lips and repositioning himself, he slowly entered Booker’s body. He paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation of tightness surrounding him and when he could no longer contain himself, he slowly rocked his hips forwards and backwards, penetrating deeper inside the narrow channel with every thrust. Booker’s fingernails bit into the flesh of his upper arm and for a fraction of a second, he understood the intensity of coupling pleasure with pain. But he quickly pushed the thought aside and concentrated on making love to the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life getting to know.
Booker's eyes closed and his head arched backwards. "Harder," he instructed in a breathless voice.
Shifting his position slightly, Tom increased his pace and Booker's nails dug deeper into the flesh of his arm.
“There!” Dennis gasped, as his nerves exploded with pleasure. “Oh God Tommy there!”
“Talk to me baby," Tommy whispered as he pushed his cock deep into Booker's anus, stimulating his prostate with every thrust. "Do you like the feel of my cock inside you?"
“Yes… yes… yes…” Booker panted heavily, his face a mask of pure ecstasy. “It feels so… oh fuck... it feels so... it feels...”
The sensation of Booker's body writhing beneath him fueled Tom's arousal and he thrust deeper. “Look at me,” he panted. “I wanna see those beautiful brown eyes.”
Precum started to leak from Booker's cock and he knew he would not last much longer. Opening his eyes, he gazed up at his lover. "Oh Tommy, it feels... it feels...”
"Tell me," Tom moaned as his cock moved in and out. "Tell me how it feels."
Wrapping his fingers around the railing of the headboard Booker forced his body upward to meet every countering thrust. "It feels... it feels... oh God... oh God... I can’t... I can’t... TOMMEEE!"
Semen exploded from within him, covering his stomach in the warm, salty fluid. At the erotic sight, Tom lost control and he pounded his cock into the willing body beneath him. Moments later, he threw back his head and with a yell, he forcefully ejaculated into the protective condom and collapsing on top of Booker, he sought out his mouth and kissed him passionately as he continued to shudder out his release.
Time stood still and after what could have been hours but was in reality, only a few minutes, Tom slowed the kiss before gently pulling away. As he gazed into Booker’s sated eyes, his heart swelled with love. Never in his life had he felt so close to another human being and it was then that any residual doubts he had about the their relationship completely disappeared.
He had found his soul mate and no matter what hurdles the future had in store for them; including Mike Ferris’ trial, he knew they would face them side by side... together, forever.
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