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Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Waking from a deep, refreshing sleep, Booker yawned loudly and stretched out his limbs. A slow smile played over his lips when he remembered the intoxicating taste of Tom’s semen against his tongue and the memory caused a stirring in his groin. Rolling onto his side, he started to murmur his lover’s name, but he stopped when he saw that he was alone. A small frown creased his brow and swinging his legs over the side of the mattress he stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
When he entered the living area, he paused in puzzlement when he saw the room was empty. He had fully expected to see Tom sitting on the couch watching television and a shiver of fear ran down his spine. Turning towards the bathroom, a slight movement caught his eye and he quickly spun back around. A physical pain stabbed at his heart when he saw Tom crouching in the corner of the room, his tear stained face drained of color and his body trembling violently. Moving slowly forward, he squatted down and gazed into Tom’s frightened eyes. “Jesus Tommy,” he murmured. “I really think we need to get you some help.”
Shaking his head forcefully from side to side, Tom struggled to speak. “I’m f-fine,” he sobbed. “It’s j-just a p-panic attack.”
Sitting down on the floor, Dennis attempted to pull his lover into his arms. “Come here baby,” he replied in a soft voice. “Let me help you.”
Tom immediately shrank away from Booker’s touch. “D-Don’t!” he snapped irritably. “I’m n-not your f-fucking sex toy. L-Leave me alone.”
Dennis’ eyes widened in shock. “What did you say?” he asked, certain that he had misunderstood Tom’s words.
“You h-heard me,” Tom replied sullenly, his teary eyes flashing angrily. “Now f-fuck off and l-leave me alone!”
Scrambling to his feet, Booker gave Tom a furious look. “In case you’ve forgotten Hanson, this is my fucking home,” he replied bitterly. “I didn’t ask for this shit, you came looking for me! How dare you accuse me of taking advantage when all I’ve done is try and help you. Well fuck you! You can pack your bag and piss off back to California for all I care. Have a nice fucking life!” With one final angry glare at his antagonist, he turned away and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door forcefully behind him. He was shocked that Tom believed that he could ever abuse him emotionally, let alone use him for his own sexual gratification. Standing in the middle of the room, his body shook with uncontrollable fury at the spitefulness of the hurtful words. He had taken Hanson into his home and offered him his love and support but now it appeared that his friend had completely misconstrued his intentions. In less than twenty-four hours their relationship was in danger of crumbling into tiny, irreparable pieces and he was beginning to wish that he had not let his heart rule his head. He should have trusted his initial instincts and not become involved with Hanson after so much time a part. They both carried too much emotional baggage and it would have been better for both of them if they had remained estranged.
Sitting down on the bed, he buried his head in his hands as hot, angry tears blurred his vision. His mind was conflicted with emotions; he loved Tom but he was not prepared to jeopardize his own happiness. It had taken him too long to find his niche in the world after his incarceration and heroin dependency and he would not allow Tom to ruin it all, no matter how much he needed his help. He was foolish to have thought that love alone could cure Hanson and it was obvious to him now that his friend needed extensive psychological counseling with a professional if he had any hope of beating his demons and living a happy and healthy life.
A soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts and lifting his head, he sighed heavily. “What?” he called out crossly.
Tom’s voice sounded muffled from behind the solid wood door but there was no mistaking the sadness in his tone. “Can I come in?”
Clenching his fists, Booker attempted to keep his temper under control. “That’s not a good idea Hanson,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I need some time alone.”
Ignoring Dennis’ plea, Tom opened the door and walked in with his head bowed. “I’m sor—”
Jumping to his feet, Booker shoved Tom in the chest. “Jesus Christ Hanson, what did I just say?” he yelled. “I told you I need time alone!”
Tom’s eyes filled with tears and he clutched frantically at Booker’s arm. “I’m sorry,” he implored in a distraught voice. “I didn’t mean what I said and I don’t even know why I said it! Please Dennis, don’t push me away! I need you… I love you!”
Hearing Tom’s declaration of love tore at Dennis’ heart and he hesitated for a moment before gently pulling his arm free. “I know you do,” he replied sadly. “But I don’t think it’s enough.”
Choking back a sob, Tom’s dark brown eyes gazed at Dennis in dismay. “I thought you loved me too,” he whispered.
Although Dennis longed to take Tom into his arms and tell him he was sorry and that of course he could stay, he remained resolute. “I do love you,” he replied softly. “And that’s why I have to let you go.”
“No!” Tom sobbed as tears coursed down his cheeks. “I said I was sorry, why can’t you forgive me?”
The desperation in Tom’s voice brought tears to Dennis’ eyes but he had made his mind up and there was no turning back. “Because if I do we’ll end up hating each other,” he muttered miserably. “And I couldn’t bear that. You need help Tommy, professional help and then maybe, one day, we’ll find each other again.”
Tom gazed at Dennis incredulously. “You’re serious,” he murmured quietly. “I can’t believe it. After only one day you’re turning your back on me.”
Walking away, Booker bent down and picked up Tom’s backpack. “Pack your things,” he mumbled as he blinked back his tears. “I’ll drive you back to Los Angeles.”
“What about work?” Tom replied sullenly. “I don’t want to inconvenience you.”
A bitter smile played over Booker’s lips. “I managed to get three days off work,” he answered in a voice full of sorrow. “I was going to drive you back to Penhall’s so you could pick up the rest of your stuff and move in here permanently. Now I guess I’ll be coming back here alone.”
Tom’s expression hardened. ‘That’s your choice,” he shot back angrily. “It doesn’t have to be that way.”
Unable to meet Tom’s angry gaze, Dennis lowered his head and threw him his backpack. “Yes it does,” he whispered in a barely audible voice and he walked from the room.
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Tom spent the entire five hours they had been on the road staring morosely out of the window and neither man had spoken a word. As the hours ticked by, depression and fatigue began to take their toll on Booker and he felt the desperate need for coffee and a cigarette. Pulling into a diner, he parked the car and turned off the ignition. Sighing heavily, he turned to face Tom. “I need a break,” he said in a quiet voice. “I’m going to get a cup of coffee and something to eat. Are you coming in?”
Hanson’s eyes remained fixed on the car park outside. “No,” he replied tersely. “I don’t want to be a nuisance.”
“Jesus,” Booker muttered under his breath. “Now you’re behaving like an asshole.”
Snapping his head around, Tom glared at Dennis. “Yeah?” he shot back in a raised voice. “Well whose fucking fault is that?”
Booker felt his temper rising. “You’re kidding, right?” he snapped. “You’re blaming me for this? I’m not the one who accused you of being a sexual predator!”
Tom’s cheeks flushed red. “I told you I didn’t mean that,” he mumbled sulkily. “Sometimes I don’t know what I’m saying.”
Opening the car door, Booker climbed out of the Cadillac. Slamming the door closed, he peered in through the open window. “Well isn’t that convenient,” he stated moodily. “It means you don’t have to be responsible for anything you say. Lucky you.”
Turning away, Dennis started to walk towards the diner but he stopped when he heard his friend’s soft voice. “Lucky?” Tom muttered miserably. “I never asked for this. They took everything from me, including you.”
Remorse filled Booker’s heart and he bit down on his lower lip as he began to have doubts about his decision to abandon Tom. Spinning slowly around, he walked back over to the car. “Let’s get some coffee,” he replied quietly. “And then maybe we should find a place to stay and talk things over.”
“Does that mean you forgive me?” Tom asked expectantly.
The look of hope in Tom’s eyes caused Dennis’ heart to flutter and he managed a small smile. “Yes Tommy,” he answered softly. “But I’m not promising that I’ll change my mind about taking you back to Doug’s. I still think it’s best if we parted ways but I think maybe we should talk about it first.”
Tom sighed heavily and nodded his head. “Okay,” he agreed. “But I want twenty-four hours to have my chance to change your mind.”
A shiver of anticipation ran down Dennis’ spine but he quickly pushed the thought away. As much as he wanted it, he would not allow Tom to seduce him. He needed to keep a clear head and think things through rationally because whatever decision he made would affect his life forever.
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Tom sat stiffly on the bed in his motel room waiting for Booker to arrive. He had tried to persuade his friend that they should share a room instead of getting separate accommodation, but to Tom’s disappointment, Booker had remained adamant in his decision. It was not only because he was afraid to be on his own in a strange motel, it was because he wanted to spend time with Dennis and let him see how remorseful he was. He still had no idea why he had said what he had; all he knew was that when he was suffering a panic attack his mind became very confused. During his time in prison, he had felt like Talbot’s own personal sex toy and he wondered if that was why he had accused Dennis of treating him like one. Whereas he had no choice but to submit to his cellmate’s sexual advances, he wanted to share intimate experiences with Booker, even though he did not know exactly how far he was prepared to take those encounters. However, what he did know was that he loved Dennis and he would fight to keep him in his life.
As the minutes slowly turned into hours, Tom began to panic. For a brief moment he wondered if Booker had tricked him and fear gripped his heart. Jumping to his feet, he ran over to the window and stared frantically out at the car park. His heart rate slowed and he let out a sigh of relief when he saw Dennis’ Cadillac parked in front of the room next door. Booker had said that he needed a few hours sleep before they sat down together and talked about their future and Tom now felt foolish for believing otherwise. Dennis was a good man and Tom knew that whatever happened, he could always trust him.
Turning away from the window, he picked up the remote and flicked on the television. He needed to be patient and let Dennis have a few peaceful hours on his own. The last thing he wanted to do was push him away to the point of no return.
**
Lying on his back, Dennis stared up at the ceiling. He had asked Tom to give him time to catch up on some rest but now that he was in his room, he did not feel like sleeping. As thoughts of Tom filled his mind, his fingers lightly stroked at the growing mound pushing against his denims. A soft moan escaped his lips and closing his eyes, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Reaching into his boxers, he released his erection and ran his thumb over his cockhead. A shiver of excitement ran through his body and he let out a gasp of pleasure. Images of Tom played through his mind like scenes from a movie and with a groan, he began to jerk off. As his hand pumped over his cock, his breathing began to labor and he knew it would not take long to reach his climax.
Quickening his pace, he started to pant in a voice full of longing, “Oh Tommy… oh Tommy… oh Tommy…” and when his orgasm hit hard and fast and warm semen coated his fingers, he knew that he was deluding himself. He was hopelessly in love with Tom Hanson and he would find it extremely difficult to remove him from his life completely.
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