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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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The next few days dragged on interminably for Dennis but eventually, Thursday morning arrived and with it came a nervous excitement that had him feeling both sick to the stomach and ecstatically happy. He had no idea what to expect from his second date with Tom but he hoped it would be just as fulfilling as the first date had been. Even though he longed to run his fingers down Tom’s naked torso and explore every inch of his body with his mouth and tongue, he knew he had to let Hanson set the pace. He was actually enjoying the mystique of the dating game. It was thrilling not knowing what to expect and it added an extra level of excitement to their relationship. Dennis was sure that when he once again wrapped his fingers around Tom’s erection, it would be as though he was touching him for the first time. The thought of being able to experience that pleasure for a second time was intoxicating and Booker longed for the day to arrive.
Deciding that he needed to take his mind off his impending date, Dennis went into the office and tried to keep himself busy. But after he misplaced a third client file, he realized his nervousness was impacting on his concentration so he gave himself the day off. Returning to his apartment, he changed into shorts and running shoes and drove to the beach. He had not exercised in months so he took it slow, enjoying the feel of the sea breeze against his skin. As endorphins released into his body, he began to experience the euphoria of the runner’s high and he felt all the nervousness about his upcoming date with Tom slowly evaporate. There was nothing to be worried about, he and Tom had faced unbelievable hurdles together and had come through the other side knowing that they both wanted something more than friendship. They had learned from the mistakes of their past and this time, they would make it work.
Reaching the looming shadow of the bluff, Dennis turned and jogged back to his car. By the time he arrived, he was tired but completely calm. His mind felt clear and rational and he longed for the hours to pass so he could once again, be with his beloved Tom.
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Mary Turner greeted Dennis with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Ushering him in, she looped her arm through his and squeezed it tightly. “I’m so happy for you both,” she gushed, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. “You make such a handsome couple. Oh and you’ve brought wine! How thoughtful. Tom doesn’t have much money you know so…”
As Mary prattled on, Booker’s face blushed a deep shade of red. He had not realized that the Turners were aware that he and Tom were more than just friends. It was refreshing to know that people of their generation were accepting of homosexual relationships but even so, Dennis felt uncomfortable knowing that his and Tom’s liaisons were being discussed within the house.
Gently pulling his arm away so as not to offend the elderly woman, Dennis gave her a warm smile. “Has he moved into the new apartment?” he asked.
Mary grinned happily. “Yes he has. He was so excited it broke my heart, the poor dear. He’s such a beautiful boy, so polite and appreciative. It’s hard to believe that our Lord and Savior would allow such terrible things to happen to such a sweet young man.”
Not wanting to enter into a theological discussion on why bad things happened to good people, Dennis quickly changed the subject. “Third floor, right?” he asked, pointing up the stairs.
“That’s right dear,” Mary replied. “He’s in the apartment on the left. The one on the right is—“
“Thanks,” Booker interrupted. He knew that Mary was just being friendly but he was not in the mood for idle chatter. All he wanted was to see Tom.
Walking up the stairs, he reached the third floor and stopped outside the door on the left side of the narrow hall. Taking a deep, calming breath, he knocked twice and waited. A moment later, the door opened and Tom stood before him dressed in a white t-shirt and tight fitting jeans. He was barefoot and he looked casual and relaxed. Smiling, Dennis handed him the bottle of wine before leaning forward and kissing his cheek. “I feel overdressed,” he laughed.
Tom’s eyes traveled slowly up and down Booker’s body. “You look perfect to me,” he replied in a low, husky voice.
Dennis could feel the sexual energy charging between them and his hands began to tremble. “Careful Tommy,” he murmured. “Or I might throw you on the floor right here, right now and have my way with you.”
Gazing seductively at Booker, Tom bit down provocatively on his lower lip as his eyes danced mischievously. “Sorry Dennis, but I don’t put out on the second date.”
“Jesus,” Dennis moaned softly. “You’re killing me Tommy, you’re fucking killing me.”
Closing the door, Tom walked towards the kitchenette. “Enough flirting,” he laughed. “Let’s have a drink.”
Booker walked around the apartment and he felt a real sense of happiness for Tom. Although small, the apartment was well maintained and tastefully decorated. Dennis was sure that once Tom had stamped his own personality around the place, it would feel even more homely. Remembering the piece of paper in his pocket, he pulled it out and walking over to Tom, he handed it to him. “This is the solicitor’s number we were talking about. I’ve already spoken to him and he’s expecting your call.”
“Thanks,” Tom smiled, placing the paper on the kitchen counter. He handed Dennis a glass of wine and motioned towards the couch. “Dinner will be a little while, let’s talk.”
Sitting down, Dennis’ nerves returned and his leg jiggled restlessly up and down. Running a hand through his hair, he grinned self-consciously at Tom. “Geez, I can’t believe how nervous I am. How come you’re so calm?”
Smiling, Tom lifted his glass. “I’ve already had a couple,” he replied with a wink. “There’s nothing like a bit of liquid courage to help you relax.”
Grinning, Dennis took a large swallow of his wine before placing it on the coffee table. “I’d better be careful, I have to drive home and I don’t think my insurance company will be too happy with me if I have another accident.”
Curling his legs up onto the couch, Tom took a sip of wine and gazed at Booker. “You could always stay the night,” he suggested.
Booker’s stomach flip-flopped and his heart fluttered excitedly. The invitation was there but he was unsure exactly what it meant. Picking up his glass, he took a small sip. “Meaning?” he asked, he eyes searching Hanson’s face.
Tom had to bite down on his lower lip to stop himself from laughing. “I told you, I don’t put out on the second date,” he replied solemnly. “You can have the couch.”
“Fair enough,” Dennis laughed. “So tell me Thomas Hanson, what exactly do you do on a second date?”
Tilting his head on one side, Tom pretended to think about the question. “Kissing’s okay,” he responded in a pseudo serious voice. “And if I really like the girl or guy, I guess I’d go for some heavy petting.”
“I thought you said you didn’t put out,” Dennis teased. “Isn’t heavy petting in that category?”
“Fine,” Hanson replied, his dark eyes dancing playfully. “Have it your way. I guess we’ll stick to kissing.”
“Damn!” Dennis exclaimed with a laugh. “Me and my big mouth.”
As they continued their lighthearted banter, Dennis felt himself relax. Their conversation soon turned to the last few days and Tom’s eyes flashed with excitement as he told Booker his news. “Gerald from the shelter came to visit and we talked for hours. He was pretty upset when he heard I’d… well, you know, but he’s offered me a job helping him at the refuge. It’s just a few hours a week serving meals and dispensing clothing but at least I’ll be doing something. I’ll be able to do more once I get my cast off and my injuries have fully healed.”
Booker’s heart swelled with pride. Tom had only been out of the hospital a week and already he was making real changes in his life. “Wow Tommy, that’s fantastic news,” he praised enthusiastically. Reaching out, he took Hanson’s hand and gave him a tender look. “But make sure you don’t overdo it. You need to take care of yourself too.”
Tom’s expression softened and he gave Dennis a loving smile. “You really are protective,” he teased quietly, squeezing Booker’s fingers affectionately. “I’ll be fine. Gerald knows what happened to me and he knows I’m still healing. I think it’ll be good for me mentally to get back out in the world and especially with people I can relate to.”
Dennis’ eyes filled with sadness. “Are you saying you can’t relate to me?” he asked quietly.
Lowering his gaze, Tom picked at the fabric on the couch. “I don’t know,” he replied honestly. “I guess it’s hard sometimes ‘cause I’m such a fuck up and you’re so in control of your life. Sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough for you.”
Moving across the couch, Booker pulled Tom into his arms. “Don’t ever think that baby,” he murmured against Tom’s sweet smelling hair. “I keep telling you, you’re a good man and when I look at you, that’s all I see.”
Lifting his head, Tom pressed his lips against Dennis’ and kissed him tenderly. Booker parted his lips and Tom’s tongue darted inside. He kissed Dennis slowly, his tongue exploring his lover’s hot, willing mouth. He paused occasionally to nip and suck at the protruding flesh of Dennis’ lower lip before his tongue once again entered the warm cavern and continued its exploration. As their kiss intensified, his fingers traveled lightly up and down Dennis’ spine, before stopping at the nape of his neck and gently tugging at his hair.
The taste of Tom on his tongue and feel of his hands on his body excited Booker and he could feel his needs growing. Moaning, he slowly pulled away and smiled. Cupping Tom’s face in his hands, he leaned forward and kissed him softly before again breaking apart. “I think we’d better stop for a while,” he murmured. “You’re getting me horny.”
Tom’s face flushed pink and he gave a lopsided grin. “Yeah, me too,” he confessed. “Maybe we should eat.”
Booker sighed with relief. “Good idea. So what’s on the menu?”
Grinning, Tom stood up and walked into the kitchen. “Well, the thing is, I suck at cooking so Mrs. T made us a casserole and I’ve jut been heating it in the oven.”
Dennis laughed and picking up his glass of wine, he followed Tom into the kitchen. “And here I was thinking you’d been slaving over a hot stove all day. I feel cheated.”
Tom raised his eyebrows and gave Dennis a cheeky grin. “Well I’m sure I can find a way to make it up to you,” he flirted unashamedly.
Letting out a frustrated groan, Dennis walked over to the table and sat down. Picking up his knife and fork, he banged the handles on the table. “So what are we waiting for?” he asked in a teasing voice. “Let’s eat so you can start making it up to me.”
Chuckling loudly, Tom grabbed a cloth and took the casserole out of the oven. He served up two heaped plates and sat down opposite Dennis. As they ate and drank, the two men chatted comfortably about current events. When they had finished, Tom stood up and cleared the table. Dennis waited until Tom had finished before standing up and carrying their drinks over to the couch. Placing them on the coffee table, he sat down and patted the seat next to him. “So, where were we?” he asked with a grin.
Curling up on the couch, Tom leaned forward and pressed his lips against Dennis’. “Right about here,” he breathed, his lips parting in readiness. Dennis closed his eyes and placing his hands on Tom’s waist, he pulled him close and kissed him passionately.
As their kiss intensified, Booker gently pushed Tom backwards against the cushions so he could press his body against him. His hand traveled down the length of Tom’s slender body and when it reached his stomach, he slipped his fingers underneath the white t-shirt. Tom’s body immediately tensed and reaching down, he grabbed hold of Dennis’ hand and prevented him from going any further. Breaking the kiss, he stared at Booker with anxious eyes. “Dennis,” he muttered softly. “You don’t want to do that.”
Dennis frowned and sitting up, he searched Tom’s eyes for an explanation. “What do you mean?” he asked in puzzlement.
“My scars,” Tom whispered, his dark eyes filling with despair. “They’re hideous.”
A deep pain stabbed at Booker’s heart. Lying in front of him now, Tom looked so perfect, so flawless. But his clothing hid a myriad of scars that blemished his soft, pale skin. Because of the severity of the wounds, it was doubtful the scars would ever fade and they would forever be a reminder to Tom of what Nathaniel Smith had done to him.
Reaching out both hands, Dennis took hold of the bottom of Tom’s t-shirt. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that,” he murmured and he slowly lifted up the material and exposed Tom’s bare skin.
Tom immediately screwed his eyes shut, not wanting to see the horrified look on Dennis’ face when he saw his carved up flesh. He jumped slightly when he felt gentle fingers tracing a pattern over the skin of his stomach. Opening up his eyes, he saw Dennis gazing at him lovingly.
Seeing Tom’s astonished face, Dennis leaned forward, pressed his lips against one of the angry red scars and kissed it tenderly. Tom moaned and his fingers grasped at Booker’s hair. “Oh Dennis,” he gasped, as a shiver of excitement ran through his body. “Oh God.”
Booker smiled against Tom’s warm skin. As he continued to softly kiss the wounds crisscrossing Hanson’s taut stomach he could hear him making soft mewing noises of pleasure. Moving a hand downwards, he rubbed his fingers over the large bulge in Tom’s jeans. He heard him cry out softly and he continued to massage at the growing mound. Growing bolder, he expertly popped the button of Hanson’s denims and carefully pulled down the zip. Moving his head upwards, he found Tom’s willing mouth and kissed him deeply whilst his fingers slipped inside the material of his boxers. Finding Tom’s cock, he lightly trailed his fingertips up and down the erect shaft. He could feel Hanson squirming beneath him and his own cock hardened. He gasped when he felt Tom’s fingers unbuttoning his jeans and he lifted his hips to allow easy access. Needing to be free of the confines of his clothing, Dennis broke the kiss and sitting back, he unzipped his jeans. He could feel Tom’s hot gaze burning into him as he struggled out of his trousers and boxers and exposed his large erection. Hanson lifted his hips and allowed Dennis to undress him so that he too was naked from the waist down.
Dennis carefully lowered his body against Tom’s and he groaned in pleasure as their cocks touched. He rocked his body forwards and backwards against Tom’s and as the friction increased, both their cocks began to weep. Dennis’ mouth found Tom’s throat and he sucked at the taut skin. Tom’s hands grasped at Dennis’ buttocks and he moaned loudly as their movements became more frantic. “Oh fuck Dennis,” Hanson groaned, his body writhing beneath his lover’s. “Oh fuck!”
Lifting his head, Dennis’ mouth found Tom’s and their tongues clashed passionately as they continued to grind their bodies against each other.
When his orgasm hit, Dennis thrust forward and dropping his head, he bit down hard against the tender flesh between Hanson’s neck and collarbone. Screaming in pain, Tom’s nails bit into the flesh of Dennis’ buttocks and arching his body, he forcefully ejaculated his semen over their stomachs. As their bodies slowly began to relax, Tom found Booker’s mouth and he sucked lazily at his lower lip. “So, did I make it up to you?” he murmured softly.
Gazing down at his lover, Booker grinned happily. “Hell yeah. Let’s just say, I can’t wait to see what happens on date number three.”
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