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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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My apologies for the delay in posting this chapter but my life has become a little hectic lately. I hope to have another chapter posted sometime next week but if I don't, rest assured, I NEVER abandon a story. I hope this chapter was worth the wait :)
Dennis eventually left the motel so that he could get some sleep, but not before promising an anxious Tom that he would return during the afternoon and take him back to his apartment. Tom spent the morning watching television in an effort to occupy his mind but he could not stop sneaking glances at his watch every twenty minutes or so as he willed the time to pass. When three o’clock approached, he began to pace nervously around the small motel room as he listened for the sound of Booker’s Cadillac. Although somewhat apprehensive, he was eager to leave the motel and move in with Dennis. It was his new beginning and he wanted to spend quality time with Booker so that they could rekindle the spark that he knew lay hidden just below the surface.
Hearing the sound of tires on gravel, he pulled back the curtain and sighed with relief when he saw Booker’s car pulling up outside his room. Although he would not admit it to himself, he had been worried that once Dennis had time to think, he might change his mind. Tom knew that he was a liability and he felt indebted to Booker for taking a chance with him. His nervousness and panic attacks combined with his fits of anger and engulfing waves of despair were often more than he could cope with and he could not dispel the nagging doubt in his mind that Dennis had no idea of what he was actually taking on. However, he attempted to push the negative thoughts aside. He was about to enter a new chapter in his life and he did not want to start by being pessimistic about the future.
Picking up his backpack, he walked out of the motel and gave Dennis a smile. “Hey,” he greeted shyly. Although he had given himself the pep talk, now that he was actually facing the reality of the situation, he felt nervous and unsure.
Stepping forward, Dennis kissed Tom lightly on the lips. “Hey,” he echoed with a smile. Searching Tom’s face, his smile quickly turned into a frown. “Are you okay? You look a little stressed. Did something happen?”
Tom rubbed his hand nervously over his mouth. “No, nothing happened,” he mumbled. “I guess I’m a little anxious because I know I’m still so fucked up and I don’t want you—”
“Whoa,” Booker interrupted quietly and gathering Tom into his arms, he pulled him against his chest. “No more talk like that, okay? It’s still early days and once you get some help, you’ll start to feel better.”
Leaning his head against Dennis’ broad chest, Tom took comfort from the contact. He hoped that Booker was right and that once he had time to adjust to life on the outside, he would overcome his fears and slowly become the man he had once been.
Releasing his hold, Booker kissed Tom on the forehead. “Ready?” he asked in a soft voice. “We don’t have much time to get you settled in before I have to go to work.”
Nodding his head, Tom followed Booker to the car. Climbing into the passenger seat, he placed his backpack on the floor and buckled his seatbelt. When Dennis turned his head and gave him a reassuring smile, he felt his heart flutter and he knew he had made the right decision. Everything would be all right.
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Arriving at the apartment, the two men spent some time together talking before eating a meal of pasta that Dennis had prepared. After showing Tom around the apartment, Booker disappeared into the bedroom before emerging several minutes later dressed in his prison uniform. When he walked into the living room, he immediately saw a flicker of fear in Tom’s eyes. Sitting down on the couch next to his friend, he laid a hand on his knee. “Does the uniform bother you?” he asked quietly.
Embarrassment flushed Tom’s face and he lowered his eyes. “A little,” he confessed. “I still can’t get my head around it. How can you work in a place like that after everything that happened to us?”
“I told you,” Booker replied softly. “If I can be the one guard who doesn’t turn a blind eye to the horror, then I’m making a difference in an inmate’s life. Think how different it would have been for us if somebody had actually cared enough to acknowledge what we were going through.”
“I guess,” Tom replied but deep down, seeing Booker dressed in the uniform that he associated with his nightmares was extremely confusing.
Standing up, Booker cast Tom a worried look. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asked. “I won’t be home until morning.”
Tom took a deep breath and forced what he hoped was a convincing smile. “I’ll be fine,” he lied. “Don’t worry about me, I’m not as fragile as I look.”
Booker did not look won over by Tom’s statement but he did not push the matter further. It was too late for him to call in sick so he had no choice but to leave him alone. Bending down, he kissed the top of Tom’s head. “See you soon, okay?” he murmured.
Tom nodded his head and watched as Dennis left the apartment. This was his first test, he was alone in unfamiliar surroundings and if he could survive the night without breaking down, it would be one small step towards his recovery.
However, five hours later, he was sitting on the edge of Booker’s bed, hyperventilating and wishing that he were anywhere except alone in a strange apartment. As his fingers clutched frantically at the bed linen, he attempted to calm his breathing. He remembered Lily’s soothing voice and gentle touch and closing his eyes, he imagined that she was sitting next to him, offering him comfort. That a perfect stranger had shown him such kindness was almost inconceivable to him, especially after everything he had been through in prison and the memory brought tears to his eyes. During the last twelve months, he had come to believe that he was unworthy of love or compassion. He honestly thought that he deserved the daily rapes and beatings because he was insignificant, a mere pawn in the game of life. However, Lily’s humanity had shown him that he was not invisible, that people did care and that he was worthy of their attention. It had been a life changing moment for him and he knew that he and Lily would be friends forever.
Hearing the sound of the apartment door opening, Tom’s panic began to increase. The last thing he wanted was for Booker to see that he had not been able to survive even one night on his own without falling apart. Lying back down on the bed, he pulled the covers over his shaking body and tried to feign sleep. He heard the bedroom door open and moments later the mattress depressed as Booker sat down next to him. Several seconds passed before a gentle hand stroked his hair. “It’s okay Tommy,” Dennis murmured. “I’m home now.”
A feeling of shame washed over Tom and he choked back a sob. He had not been able to fool Booker for one moment and he felt like a small child in need of comfort. Tears of embarrassment clung to his long lashes as he struggled to catch his breath. It took several minutes but Booker’s calming touch eventually helped to slow his breathing. When he felt composed enough, he rolled over and gave his friend a watery smile. “Sorry,” he mumbled apologetically. “You caught me at a bad moment.”
Dennis smiled understandingly and getting to his feet, he began to undress. When he was wearing only his boxers, he pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. “Do you want me to try and help you take your mind off your fears?” he asked softly as he ran his fingers through Tom’s sweaty hair.
Tom bit down on his lower lip. More than anything, he wanted contact with Dennis but he was terrified of what he would not feel. He did not think he could cope with the added humiliation of not being able to become aroused under Dennis’ touch and he worried that it would give his friend another reason to have doubts about their relationship before it had even begun.
Turning away, he shook his head. “There’s no point,” he muttered dejectedly. “It’s a waste of time.”
Placing a hand on Tom’s shoulder, Booker gently rolled him onto his back. “Small steps, remember?” he murmured against his ear. “Let’s just take it slow.”
Throwing back the covers, Booker positioned himself so he was kneeling between Tom’s legs. Leaning forward, he placed his palms flat against the mattress and ducking his head, he nibbled lovingly at Tom’s earlobe. “I just want you to relax,” he whispered as he nuzzled against Hanson’s throat. Opening his mouth, he sucked and nipped at the taught skin until the blood pooled to the surface. Lifting his head, his eyes grew black when he saw his mark on Tom’s pale skin. “Now you’re mine,” he moaned softly.
Tom blushed when he saw the arousal in Dennis’ eyes and he quickly averted his gaze. Unperturbed, Dennis gently grasped Tom’s lower jaw and turned his head so that their eyes locked. “I want to kiss you,” he breathed. “Can I kiss you?”
Swallowing deeply, Tom nodded. Lowering his head, Dennis pressed his lips lovingly against Tom’s full pout. The kiss was tender, almost chaste and he took his time enjoying the thrilling sensation of their tongues coming together in a slow evocative dance. As Tom’s fingers played affectionately with the hair at the nape of his neck it took all of his self-control not to return the touch. He was wary of coming on too strong and frightening his lover. This was Tom’s first sexual encounter since the rapes and any wrong move could cause horrific mental flashbacks.
Breaking the kiss, Booker smiled and gently pushed Tom’s hair from his eyes. “Is it okay if I take off your t-shirt?” he asked in a soft voice. Tom’s eyes filled with panic and he began to chew frantically on his lower lip. Seeing Hanson’s distress, Dennis placed the palm of his hand against his lover’s cheek. “Hey,” he said quietly. “What’s wrong?”
Tom’s mouth twitched nervously at the corner. “Um,” he began uncertainly before his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ve got scars… from where he cut me.”
Dennis black eyes flashed with anger but he quickly gained control of his emotions. “Who cut you?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Turning his head, Tom blinked back the tears that threatened to spill from his tortured eyes. “Talbot,” he mumbled against the pillow. “He liked to suck my blood before he fucked me.”
Dennis knew that the next few seconds were crucial and how he handled the revelation would ultimately decide their future. Depending on his reaction, it would either make or break his relationship with Tom. Lowering his gaze, he took several deep, calming breaths. When he was certain that his voice was steady, he lifted his head and stared lovingly into Tom’s eyes. “I don’t care about the scars,” he whispered. “But I do want to see what he did to you.”
Tom hesitated for a moment before nodding his assent. Taking hold of the bottom of Tom’s t-shirt, Booker carefully lifted it over his lover’s head before tossing it to the floor. Looking down at the thin white scars that traversed Tom’s slender torso, he fought back tears. “Oh baby,” he breathed but he did not make any other comment. Instead, he dropped his head and began to cover Tom’s chest and stomach with light, butterfly kisses. He sighed with relief when he felt Tom’s fingers once again entwine in his hair and he gradually grew bolder. Finding Hanson’s nipple, he sucked at the raised nub for several moments before nipping and sucking his way down to his lover’s navel and as he swirled his tongue around the indentation, he felt Tom’s body quivering beneath him.
Encouraged by the reaction, he again lifted his head and gazed into Tom’s hooded eyes. “Can I keep going?” he asked in a husky voice and this time there was no hesitation as Tom immediately nodded his head. Pressing his lips against Tom’s lower stomach, Dennis gently kissed the scarred skin as he gradually moved downwards. His mouth found Tom’s cock and he lightly kissed up and down the shaft through the material of his boxers. He grinned when he felt a slight movement against his lips and he knew that Tom was beginning to become aroused. Not wanting to overwhelm him, he continued his exploration and he began to lick and suck at the inside of Tom’s thigh but within moments, his lover’s eager hands were guiding him back to his growing erection. As he peppered kisses up and down the material that covered Tom’s hardening cock, he could hear soft moaning and raising his head, he smiled lovingly. “Do you want me to suck you baby?” he murmured.
“Yesss,” Tom breathed and lifting his hips he watched as Booker slowly removed his boxers. His heart hammered in his chest and he let out a low moan of pleasure as Dennis pressed his lips against his cockhead. “Again,” he groaned softly and he cried out when Booker wrapped his lips around him and sucked gently. “Oh God!” he gasped as Dennis’ hot mouth traveled up and down his shaft. “Oh Jesus!”
Booker winced slightly when he felt Tom’s fingers pull at his hair but he did not stop. Hanson was now fully erect and he could taste his precum as he sucked at his burgeoning cock. When Tom’s hips lifted off the bed, he opened his throat and allowed him full access. Wrapping his lips tightly around Tom’s shaft, he began to hum and the soft vibration against his lover’s sensitive cockhead had the desired effect. With a loud cry of delight, Tom ejaculated forcefully into his throat. Swallowing deeply, he savored the taste as he felt Tom’s body shuddering beneath him. When Tom relaxed back against the mattress, he continued to lap at his softening cock for several more minutes before lifting his head and licking his lips mischievously.
Tom’s face split into a wide grin and using his hands, he gently guided Booker towards his mouth and kissed him lovingly. “Thank you,” he whispered in a quivering voice.
Lying down on the mattress, Booker pulled Tom into his arms and sucked tenderly at his lower lip. “I told you baby,” he murmured softly. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”
Closing his eyes, Tom sighed happily. As he listened to the steady beat of his lover’s heart, he felt a slight lifting of the emotional weight from his shoulders. He had conquered two of his fears; he had stayed alone in Booker’s apartment and he had managed to attain an orgasm. For the first time since his release from prison, he truly felt relaxed and he hoped that with each passing day, his life would continue to improve.
Gazing down at Tom’s ruffled hair, Booker ignored his aching erection. He had achieved his goal, to give Tom his release and his own sexual needs could wait. However, he yearned for the day when he and Tom would come together as one.
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