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Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2103 -:- 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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Standing in the hallway of the boarding house, Dennis waited for Tom to come downstairs. He felt nervous but excited, almost as though it really was a first date, which in a way, it was. During the short time he and Tom were in a relationship, they had never done any of the normal things that couples did like going out for dinner, seeing a movie or taking a walk on the beach. This time, Dennis hoped it would be different. He wanted to spend quality time with Tom and have a chance to get to know the new man who had evolved from the Hanson he knew three and a half years ago. Most importantly, he did not want a relationship built solely on physical pleasure. He also wanted the intellectual stimulation he had enjoyed whilst dating George. It was important that he did not fall into the trap of lusting after Tom as he had done previously. Hanson was a lot more than just a pretty face and this time, Dennis was intent on exploring the inner Tom Hanson and not just the attractive packaging.
Dennis drew in his breath when he saw Tom walking down the stairs. As much as he kept telling himself it was not about Tom’s looks, he could not help but feel overwhelmed by Tom’s beauty. Dressed in a dark blue, button down shirt, black waistcoat, jeans and black boots, in Dennis’ mind, Tom looked stunning.
Aware of Booker’s scrutiny of his appearance, Hanson bowed his head in embarrassment and a pink tinge colored his cheeks. “Hey,” he murmured, his dark eyes peering through his long bangs.
Smiling, Dennis took Tom’s hand and leaning forward, he pecked him on the cheek. “Hey yourself,” he replied quietly. “Are you ready to go?”
Tom nodded. Walking out to the car, he could not help but smile when Booker opened the door for him. “Geez Dennis, I had no idea you were such a gentleman,” he teased.
“There’s a lot you don’t know,” Dennis replied playfully. “But I plan on spending quality time with you so you get to know the real me.”
Gazing deep into Booker’s eyes, Tom tilted his head and raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Is that right?” he responded in a soft voice. “Then I guess I’ve got a lot to look forward to.”
The meaning of Tom’s words sent a shiver of excitement through Dennis’ body. He would never have believed it but Tom was flirting with him. For the first time in years, he felt like a nervous teenager who had finally managed to convince his crush to go out on a date. That Hanson still had such an impact on him after everything they had been through was intoxicating and Dennis knew he needed to be careful. It would be very easy to fall into bed with Tom and gain the release he longed for. But this time he wanted it to be different, this time he wanted the emotional as well as the physical closeness.
After taking several deep, calming breaths, Dennis waited until Tom was seated in the Cadillac before closing the door and walking around to the driver’s side. Climbing into the car, he turned to Tom and smiled broadly. “I hope you like pizza.”
The joke was not lost on Hanson and he burst out laughing. “Actually, I love pizza,” he replied with a grin.
“Excellent,” Dennis replied and turning the key in the ignition, he pulled away from the curb and drove the short distance to Papa’s Restaurant. When they arrived, a waiter escorted them to a corner table that offered them sufficient privacy from the other diners. Once seated, Dennis picked up the wine list but he immediately placed it back down on the table. “Sorry,” he said quietly. “I should have asked if you still drink.”
Tom picked up the menu. “Yeah I do,” he replied as he perused the wine list. “Don’t worry Dennis, alcohol won’t send me spiraling back down the path of debauchery. I promise you, those days are over.”
“Sor—“ Dennis began to apologize but he immediately stopped when he saw Hanson’s irritated expression. He was trying too hard to protect Tom from his past demons instead of playing the role of a couple on a first date that had no real knowledge of each other as they had agreed. Taking a deep breath, he smiled and took the menu out of Tom’s hand. “So,” he said, his eyes scanning over the selection. “What about a sweet Lambrusco?”
Hanson threw back his head and laughed. “A perfect choice with pepperoni pizza,” he replied in an amused voice. “It’s like you know me already.”
Grinning happily, Dennis ordered the food and wine and settling back into his chair, he listened as Tom recounted his first night home with the Turners. “They’re such a nice couple Dennis,” Hanson gushed excitedly, his dark eyes full of affection. “They cooked me a really nice meal to celebrate my release from hospital. And guess what! They’ve offered me their son’s old residence on the third floor. It’s actually a proper apartment, which means I’ll have more room and it’s fully furnished. So I was wondering, do you still have the number of my mom’s solicitor? I want to ring him so I can get my stuff out of storage.”
Booker could not take his eyes off Tom and he basked in the glow of his friend’s excited chatter. Just days before, Hanson was in the depths of despair at the news that the police were investigating Nathaniel Smith. Now, it was as though someone had turned on an invisible switch inside Hanson and he had come back to life. He was finally looking forwards instead of backwards at the past. It was a promising sign for Dennis and he felt optimistic about Tom’s future.
Sensing that Booker was staring at him, Tom stopped talking and grinned self-consciously. He waited until the server poured their drinks before speaking again. “Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away.”
Reaching out, Dennis took Tom’s hand and held it tightly in both of his. “I love seeing you like this,” he said with a smile. “And of course I still have the number for your mom’s solicitor. I’ll give it to you next time I see you.”
Taking a sip of his wine, Hanson gazed at Booker seductively. “And when will that be?” he asked softly, his dark eyes boring deep into Dennis’ soul.
A charge of electricity shot through Booker’s body and he shivered with excitement at the prospect of another date with Tom. Tilting his head, he gave Hanson a cheeky smile. “I dunno,” he replied casually. “I’m free Saturday.”
“Saturday!” Tom exclaimed loudly. When the other patrons turned their heads and stared in their direction, Hanson gave Booker a mischievous grin and leaning across the table, he spoke in a low voice. “I can’t wait that long.”
“Jesus Tommy,” Dennis breathed, the thrill of Tom’s words causing his heart to pound against his chest. “I thought we were going to take it slow.”
Reclining back into his chair, Tom’s full lips pushed into a soft pout. “I didn’t think that meant at a snail’s pace,” he replied in a contrived sulky voice. “Surely a second date happens quicker than that.”
Dennis could not keep the smile off his face. “Okay,” he said, playing along with Tom and pretending to rethink his earlier statement. “How about Thursday night?”
Placing his elbows on the table, Tom laced his fingers together and resting his chin on top of them, he gazed into Dennis’ eyes. “Perfect,” he murmured softly, his eyes twinkling impishly. “But how about this time you come to my place and I’ll cook you a meal. I’ll be moved in by then.”
Before Dennis could reply, their pizza arrived. Booker was glad of the distraction as Tom’s proposal had his mind racing and his cock swelling at the thought of being alone with Hanson in his apartment. When the waiter finally left, he had steadied himself enough to be able to speak without sounding like a horny teenager. “Sounds good,” he replied. “How about I come around about six?”
Tom grinned through a mouthful of pizza. “It’s a date.”
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Pulling his Cadillac outside the boarding house, Dennis unclipped his seat belt and turned to face Tom. They had foregone the movie, preferring to spend their time at the restaurant. He had learned a lot about Tom during the hours they spent sipping wine and talking about their lives. Hanson had spoken about his father’s death whilst on patrol and how his mother had hated it when he had decided to follow in his dad’s footsteps and become a police officer. He had talked passionately about his love of music and that he could play both the guitar and the saxophone. Booker spoke about his family and his life since leaving the Jump Street program. Neither man mentioned their mutual friends from their time working undercover. Dennis knew Tom still missed Doug and that it caused him great sadness to think that his best friend had abandoned him so readily. Penhall’s behavior burned at Booker too and he often thought of picking up the phone and telling Doug exactly what he thought of him. But he knew it was not his business. If Tom wanted to contact his old friend then he needed to be the one to do so.
Smiling dreamily at Tom, Dennis reached out and touched his face. “God you’re beautiful,” he murmured, unable to contain his thoughts any longer.
Embarrassed by Dennis’ words, Tom lowered his eyes and blushed self-consciously. “I hate it when you call me that,” he pouted.
Laughing quietly, Dennis gently brushed his thumb over Tom’s full lower lip. “You look even more beautiful when you sulk,” he teased.
Hanson tried not to smile but he failed and he gave Booker a lopsided grin. “Asshole.”
Dennis’ fingers lightly played with Tom’s small, hooped earring. “So,” he murmured softly, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his arousal intensified. “Do you kiss on the first date Tom Hanson?”
Tom’s breathing became noticeably labored and he gazed back at Booker with hooded eyes. “That depends,” he whispered.
“On what?” Dennis breathed, licking his lips in anticipation.
Hanson gazed deep into Booker’s eyes. “On whether I think I might be falling in love,” he replied softly.
The sound of their combined heavy breathing rent the air. “Are you?” Booker asked in a hushed voice.
Leaning forward, Tom cupped Dennis’ face in his hand. “Yes,” he breathed and closing his eyes, he brushed his lips against Booker’s full pout. Dennis moaned and his lips parted to allow Tom access. Their tongues danced lightly around each other’s mouths as their kiss deepened. After several minutes, Tom slowly pulled away. He sucked lovingly on Dennis lower lip for a few seconds before turning and opening the car door. Stepping out onto the pavement, he closed the door and leaned in through the window, his dark eyes shining in the moonlight. “See you on Thursday.”
As Dennis watched Tom walk into the house, he let out a loud, frustrated groan. His body had instantly reacted to the feel of Tom’s lips against his own and his erection strained uncomfortably against his jeans. Strapping on his seat belt, he started the engine and drove towards his apartment. He knew once he was in the solitude of his home, he would be able to give himself the release he needed.
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