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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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After spending an hour watching medical staff come and go from Tom’s room whilst mentally berating himself for losing his temper, Dennis stood up and approached the nurses’ station. He waited patiently until Nurse Jackie Douglas looked up from her paperwork and gave him a hard stare. “I don’t know what happened in there Dennis,” she admonished in a firm voice. “But if you upset Tom again, I’ll ban you from seeing him.”
Lowering his eyes, Dennis felt a hot flush of embarrassment stain his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he muttered quietly. “Is he okay?”
Nurse Jackie’s face softened when she heard real concern in Dennis’ voice. “Several of the deeper wounds have opened up but the doctor has resutured them. He’s been given some pain medication so he’s pretty out of it but you can go in and see him if you like.”
Turning to look at the door of Tom’s room, Dennis chewed on his lower lip as he tried to decide what would be best for Tom. Looking back around, he gave Jackie a hesitant smile. “Maybe I’ll leave it until tomorrow, you know, let him get some rest.”
Picking up her clipboard, Jackie walked out into the corridor and stood in front of Booker. “It’s up to you but I think he’d really like to see you,” she informed him. “He kept muttering that it was all a misunderstanding.”
Looking back at Tom’s open doorway, Dennis made his decision. Walking across the hallway, he entered Tom’s room and stopped outside the drawn curtain. He took a deep breath before speaking. “Hey Tommy, can I come in?”
Deafening silence answered his question and after waiting another few seconds, he turned to go. Just as he was exiting the room, he heard Tom’s bewildered voice. “Dennis?”
Turning back around, Dennis drew back the curtain and walked into the cubicle. He swallowed down a lump in his throat when he saw Tom’s tired, pale face staring at him. He wavered for a moment before walking up to the bed and taking Tom’s hand in his. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never should have pushed you.”
Shaking his head, Tom gazed back with drowsy eyes. “It’s my fault,” he murmured, his words beginning to slur from the medication. “I didn’t explain… properly.” His eyes closed and his voice became barely audible. “Stay… with… me…” he mumbled as he slowly began to lose consciousness. “Tócame.”
Blinking back tears, Dennis pulled up a chair and sat down. Reaching out, he gently stroked Tom’s sweaty hair. “I’m here for you baby,” he reassured softly. “Whatever you need and I promise I won’t ever hurt you again.”
“Te… quiero… Dennis,” Tom breathed as his head lolled to one side and he fell into a deep, drug-induced sleep.
Leaning forward, Booker pressed his lips against Tom’s soft pout. “I love you too baby.”
Sitting back in his chair, Dennis continued to caress Tom’s hair as he gazed into his sleeping face. He had no idea what Hanson meant when he had said, “I didn’t explain properly,” but he knew that no matter what Tom’s explanation was, he needed to deal with it maturely and not fly off the handle as he had done previously, even if it was something he did not want to hear.
Closing his eyes, Booker smiled as he played over Tom’s final words in his head. Even though he had spoken in Spanish, Dennis knew what Hanson had said. Tom loved him and that was all that mattered.
**
Waking early the following morning, Dennis stretched out in bed and yawned sleepily. Throwing back the covers, he reached down and lazily rubbed at his early morning erection. Closing his eyes, he thought back to the night before. He had stayed at the hospital until the end of visiting hours, all the while stroking and playing with Tom’s hair in the manner that he knew Hanson found comforting. Although Tom had remained asleep throughout, Dennis could not bring himself to leave until Nurse Jackie had told him in a firm voice to go home. He felt an overwhelming sense of guilt for the pain that Tom was suffering. If he had not lost his temper and screamed abuse, Tom would never have leaped from the bed. However, what bothered him the most was that he had violently laid his hands on Tom. He did not know which event had caused Hanson’s wounds to reopen but he knew he was responsible either way and it was not a proud moment for him. Tom deserved to feel safe, especially after everything that had happened to him over the last three and a half years and even more importantly, Dennis wanted him to feel safe when they were together.

Picturing Tom’s sleeping face in his mind, Dennis moaned softly and he began to tug at his erect cock. He imagined Tom’s fingers stroking him and his pace increased. His mind turned to Tom’s seductive, full lips and he envisioned them wrapped around his weeping cockhead. The image pushed him over the edge and he cried out Tom’s name as he ejaculated violently over his stomach and fingers. Panting heavily, his fingers continued to play lightly over his softening cock as he took pleasure from the calming post-orgasmic sensation that ran through his entire body.
Opening his eyes, he glanced at the luminous dial of the clock on his bedside cabinet. He had an appointment with a potential client in an hour and then he could go to the hospital and spend the day with Tom. With a low groan, he climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, he was showered, dressed and ready for his meeting. Checking the time, he gulped down a cup of coffee and left the apartment.
Dennis arrived at his office twenty minutes later. Unlocking his door, he switched on the light and checked his messages. Sitting down at his desk, he read the notes he had jotted down when the man had rung him the day before and requested an appointment. The client’s name was Brayden Whacker and he had remained guarded as to why he needed to consult with a PI. But as Booker could no longer afford to be choosy with his clientele, he had not pushed the matter. Although the lack of information made him suspicious, Dennis had been in the business long enough to know that many people found it difficult to admit that they needed a private investigator and it often took some coaxing to get them to open up about their problems.
A loud knock brought Dennis back to the present and standing up, he walked across the room and opened the door. Casting a professional eye over the man standing before him, Dennis could instantly see that he was streetwise. Dressed in a red hoodie, faded denims and black motorcycle boots, Whacker looked to be about twenty-five years old. He was attractive in a bad boy kind of way, with tousled black hair and a cheeky, lopsided grin. Booker was immediately puzzled as to why someone who had obviously spent time on the streets, needed his help.
Stepping back from the door, he let Brayden enter and shook his hand. Motioning for him to take a seat, Dennis sat down behind his desk. “So what exactly can I do for you Mr. Whacker?” he asked pleasantly, trying to keep the wariness out of his voice.
Smiling affably, Whacker leaned forward and rested the palms of his hands on the desk. “It’s not what you can do for me Mr. Booker. It’s what I can do for you.”
Immediately sensing a scam, Dennis tilted back his chair and tented his fingers in front of his face. “Is that right?” he asked softly. “Mr. Whacker, I doubt there is anything you can do for me but I’m willing to give you five minutes of my time so you’d better start talking.”
Throwing back his head, Brayden laughed loudly. “Oh I think you’ll be very interested in what I have to say. From what I hear, you’ve got a bit of a soft spot for Tommy, as most of us who’ve had dealings with him do.”
Booker eyed Whacker distrustfully. “You know Tommy?” he asked quietly.
Lacing his fingers behind his head, Whacker leaned back in his chair. “Actually, I knew Tommy very well, if you get my drift,” he replied smugly.
Dennis felt his blood pressure rising and he clenched his hands into tight fists. “You’d better watch what you say Whacker,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Brayden’s grin broadened. “Oh come on, you and I both know that Tommy was a whore and a fucking good one at that. Man, when I was ramming my cock up his ass and he started speaking Spanish whilst I was choking the breath out of him... Damn! Nothing gets you hornier than—“
With a yell, Dennis launched himself over the desk and slammed his fist into Whacker’s face, sending him and the chair crashing backwards onto the floor. Scrambling slowly to his feet, the young man rubbed his fingers over his jaw. “Nice right hook,” he mocked, bending down and picking up his chair before sitting back down as if nothing had happened. “But why don’t you keep hold of that anger and use it on the bastard that hurt Tommy.”
Dennis stood breathing heavily for several moments before returning to his seat. “If you’ve got something to say, say it. If not, get the hell out of my office,” he hissed.
Whacker moved his jaw from side to side and satisfied that there was no damage, he resumed his languid position. “As I was saying, I knew Tommy on the streets but he knew me by my street name, Thumper. I was his dealer and if he didn’t have the cash, well we’d…” Brayden’s voice trailed off when he saw the warning look in Booker’s eyes. “Not important,” he continued hurriedly. “Anyway, I heard what happened to him at the Rendezvous Hotel so I kept my ear to the ground, you know, in case this freak had done something like it before. Well, I heard a whisper on the streets about a guy who gets his kicks carving up hookers. From what I’ve heard, he hasn’t done anything as freaky as what he did to Tommy, but he’s known around the ‘hood as The Butcher and you don’t get a nickname like that without forging some kind of reputation. It’s not easy getting info, you know, the streets have a code and no one likes talking to the cops. But Tommy talked about you and I thought maybe you could do something with the information. Word is this whack-job’s name is Nathaniel Smith.”

Whacker’s revelation completely stunned Dennis and he sat staring at the man seated in front of him for a full minute before finally speaking. “Are you bullshitting me?” he asked quietly.
“Hey man,” Whacker replied. “I like Tommy. Everything I’ve told you is straight up. What you choose to do with the information is up to you.” Standing up, he handed Booker a piece of paper. “This is where I’m staying. If you want to speak to me again, leave a message with the manager.”
Walking to the door, he suddenly stopped and when he turned back around, his eyes were full of concern. “How is he?” he asked softly.
Hating the fact that he was jealous of the man’s genuine affection for Tom, Dennis gave Whacker an insincere smile. “He’s doing okay, all things considered.
Throwing Booker a cheeky look, Brayden raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Give him my love,” he smirked and before Booker could respond, he walked from the room.
**
Arriving at the hospital, Booker stood for a full five minutes outside Tom’s room, desperately trying to decide whether to tell him about his visit from Whacker. He did not want to drag up bad memories for Hanson about his life on the streets and neither did he want to give him false hope that they had a lead on the man who had almost ended his life. But the other part of Booker’s brain argued that he had promised Tom that he would never lie to him again. By keeping the information quiet, Booker was not technically lying, but he did feel that he was being deceitful if he did not share what Whacker had told him. It was the proverbial Catch-22 situation and the more Dennis thought about it, the more he realized that he was damned if he did and damned if he didn’t.
Fully aware that he could not keep standing outside Tom’s room procrastinating about what was the best option, Booker came to a decision. He would gauge Tom’s emotional state and if Dennis thought he was strong enough to talk about his past, he would bring the subject up.
Walking into the room, he was surprised to see Tom sitting in a chair reading his book. Stepping forward, he bent over and kissed the top of Tom’s head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured quietly. “I behaved like a complete asshole yesterday.”
Closing his book, Tom slowly struggled to his feet. Moving forward, he wrapped his arms around Dennis’ waist and pulled him into a tight embrace, wincing slightly as the wounds on his torso pulled against the stitches. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Lifting his head, he pressed his lips against Dennis’ mouth and kissed him tenderly.
Thrilled that Tom had initiated contact, Dennis kissed him back slowly but passionately. As their fervor intensified, their tongues danced excitedly around each other’s mouths and Booker felt a stirring in his groin. Taking control of the situation, he slowed the kiss until he finally pulled away. Staring into Tom’s dark eyes, he grinned happily. “I could get used to greetings like that,” he joked teasingly.
But Tom did not return the smile and a deep frown knitted his brow. “I mean it Dennis, I’m really sorry. I should have explained things better. Do you forgive me?”
Placing his hands on either side of Tom’s face, Dennis leaned forward and kissed his friend on the forehead. “What do you think?” he asked softly.
Relieved by Booker’s answer, Tom managed a small smile. “I owe you an explanation about why I said I didn’t want to live with you,” he replied.
“Okay,” Dennis responded and taking Hanson’s hand, he led him over to the bed. When Tom was comfortably lying back against the pillows, Booker perched on the edge of the mattress and laid a hand on his thigh. “Talk to me,” he encouraged quietly.
Tom took a deep breath. “I’ve been talking to Doctor Campbell about us.” Seeing Dennis’ surprised look, he rubbed his finger nervously over his top lip and smiled self-consciously. “I told him how important you are to me and how I keep fucking up our relationship.”
“Tom—” Booker started to protest but Hanson interrupted him.
“Don’t speak Dennis, okay? I really need to say this.” When Dennis nodded silently, Tom continued. “I told him I wanted things to be different this time, that I wanted to do everything I could to make it work.” A pink flush tinged his skin and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment. Without speaking, Dennis reached out and gave Tom’s fingers an encouraging squeeze. Raising his gaze, Hanson stared deep into Booker’s eyes. “I love you Dennis,” he whispered softly. “But the only way this relationship can move forward is if I start standing on my own two feet. I can’t keep relying on you to take care of me, I need to take care of myself and the only way I can do that is if I live on my own. Do you understand?”
“Oh baby,” Dennis replied, his eyes filling with tears. “Of course I understand and I want to make it work too. This is a new beginning for us.” Leaning forward, he kissed Tom tenderly on the lips. “Third time’s the charm,” he murmured against Tom’s soft pout. “This time it’ll be different.”
Shifting his body to the side of the mattress, Tom motioned for Dennis to lie down next to him. Laying his head against Dennis’ broad chest, he placed his arm around his lover’s waist. Closing his eyes, he sighed contentedly when Booker started gently pulling at his hair. Several minutes passed and then without warning Dennis’ hand stilled. Opening his eyes, Tom looked up enquiringly. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Smiling reassuringly, Dennis gazed deep into Tom’s puzzled eyes. “There’s something I need to tell you baby,” he began somewhat hesitantly, “and I’m asking the same of you as you asked of me. Just listen, okay?”
Staring back with worried eyes, Tom nodded slowly and as Dennis started to speak, he once again felt his world crashing in around him.
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