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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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Ten weeks later
As he unlocked Booker’s apartment door, Tom fought back tears of frustration. He had just finished his twelfth therapy session with Doctor Franklin Pearce but his overwhelming sense of desolation and terror continued to consume his soul. His nightmares were less frequent but his fear of crowds and of men in particular was just as strong as it had been two months earlier. Even though he knew it was still early days, he felt discouraged and he wondered if he would ever be normal again. Part of his problem was that he did not feel overly comfortable talking to the elderly, rather decorous doctor and he could not help but think that the man was constantly judging him. While it was obvious that his peers respected him; Doctor Farmer had given him a glowing recommendation; Tom often felt awkward and embarrassed when he spoke about his experiences. Deep down, he still struggled with the thought that he should have fought harder against his attackers and that he should not have given in so easily. It was a difficult fact to accept and he knew that he would forever be haunted by the knowledge that he was partially responsible for his own abuse.
Another reason why his recovery was so slow was that he refused Doctor Pearce’s recommendation that he take antidepressants. He told the doctor that he wanted to feel better because he was learning to cope with what had happened to him and not just mask the symptoms by taking drugs to get a synthetic high, all of which was true. However, what he did not discuss was his fear of becoming submissive through medication. He had allowed prescription drugs to numb his mind in prison and he did not want to feel that level of detachment ever again. The psychologist had tried on several occasions to get him to change his mind but he remained adamant. No drugs, not now, not ever.
Then there was Booker. He did not know how to explain to the elderly doctor what had happened at the warehouse or how their relationship had blossomed once they found themselves incarcerated together. When he thought about it, even he did not fully understand how his feelings had changed seemingly overnight. One minute he had hated Dennis and the next he had been writhing beneath his touch and reaching some of the most explosive orgasms he had ever experienced. None of it made sense and yet he could not deny his feelings. He loved Dennis and he wanted him in his life.
Therefore, even though his depression was deepening, he chose not to disclose any of his doubts and reservations to Booker. Instead, he continued the charade of pretending that the sessions were going well instead of admitting that he felt as though he was drowning in a sea of emotion. He was terrified that if Dennis had reservations about his recovery, he might decide that he was not worth the effort and send him back to California.
Kicking off his boots, he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. It had become a habit to shower after his therapy appointments. He could not help but feel dirty after discussing the rapes with Doctor Pearce and showering was the only way he could rid himself of the feeling.
Catching his reflection in the mirror, he quickly looked away. He loathed the sight of his own face and he hated the man he had become. Tom Hanson no longer existed; he was a stranger, a faceless man who could barely function in the outside world and he was now beginning to wish that Rory Bentley had put a bullet through his shattered heart and spared him all his misery.
As he slowly undressed and stepped under the warm spray of water, his thoughts turned to his most troubling problem… sex. Since his last encounter with Booker, he had been unable to obtain an erection and he was beginning to wonder if he would ever again feel the exquisite pleasure of having an orgasm.
Closing his eyes, he braced a hand against the tiled wall and attempted to relax his body as his fingers endeavored to coax his flaccid cock to life. As the minutes passed and his cock remained unresponsive he felt a surge of anger course through his body and with an enraged scream of frustration, he tore the shower curtain from its rings and threw it across the bathroom. Tears streamed down his face and he continued to scream as he violently punched his fist into the wall. When his knuckles split, drops of blood trickled down the cracked tiles and created a macabre pattern of surrealistic artwork that portrayed all his pent up feelings of pain and humiliation. With a sob, he collapsed to the shower floor and cradling his damaged hand, he wept for the life that his abusers had so brutally taken from him.
Minutes passed and his tears slowly began to subside. Getting to his feet, he turned off the faucets and exited the shower. His hand throbbed painfully as he toweled his body dry and struggled back into his clothing. Picking up the ripped shower curtain, he tossed it into the bath and walked out into the living room. Glancing at the clock, he sighed when he saw that it was still early. Booker would not be home for hours as he had a farewell party to attend after work. One of the correctional officers was leaving to join the army and they were going to a Chinese restaurant to bid her farewell. When Dennis had told him, Tom could not help but feel a flicker of jealousy. Booker had a life whereas he was stuck in the monotonous cycle of sleeping, eating, watching television and therapy. However, he knew that he was the only one to blame for his lack of a social life. Even though Booker had suggested many outings, he refused to go outside unless it was absolutely necessary. The fear of having a panic attack in public was too much to bear and so he continued to hide within the sanctuary of the small apartment.
Walking into the kitchen, he opened a cupboard and took out a bottle of scotch. He suddenly had the urge to drink, to numb his mind of all his problems. Tucking the bottle under his arm, he grabbed a glass with his left hand and went back into the living room. Alcohol would dull the pain, both physically and emotionally, if only for a short while and then hopefully, he would fall into a state of unconsciousness and not wake up until morning.
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The feel of light fingers stroking his hair pulled Tom from his slumber. Exhaustion had finally taken over his body and he had fallen asleep on the couch after only three drinks. He winced as his damage hand rubbed at his eyes and struggling to a sitting position, he saw Booker sitting next to him and he gave his friend a sleepy smile. “Hey.”
Dennis gave a goofy smile in return. He had drunk far more than he had intended and he was pleasantly intoxicated. However, his smile quickly turned into a frown when he saw Tom’s bloodied knuckles. Leaning forward, he gently took the bruised hand in his own and lifted it to his face for further inspection. “What happened?” he slurred.
The scent of perfume assaulted Tom’s nostrils and he snatched his hand away. “Why do you smell like a cheap whore?” he asked through gritted teeth.
A pink flush stained Dennis’ cheeks and he averted his gaze. “I told you,” he replied awkwardly. “It was Tina’s going away party. We danced so I guess her perfume—”
“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Tom screamed and jumping to his feet, he began to pace frantically around the room. Stopping in front of Booker, he leaned down and jabbed his finger against a red mark on his neck. “I don’t remember dancing involving sucking on each other’s throats!”
Booker’s blush deepened and he rubbed nervously at the love bite. “Relax Tommy, we fooled around a bit that’s all. You’ve got to remember, you and I aren’t—”
Grasping Dennis by the front of his shirt, Tom pulled him from his seat and slammed him against the wall. “YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!” he yelled hysterically. “You come home reeking of some slut’s cheap perfume and you tell me to RELAX! How could you do this to me?”
Booker’s mood became sullen and he shoved Tom away. “What exactly am I doing to you Tommy?” he asked angrily. “You and I aren’t a couple. We aren’t anything because you refuse to leave the fucking apartment!”
Forgetting his damaged hand, Tom threw back his fist and punched Dennis in the jaw. Already unsteady on his feet, Booker staggered backwards and fell against the wall. With an enraged roar, he charged forward and attacked Tom. Stumbling backwards, they tripped over the coffee table and fell heavily to the floor as each man landed painful blows to the other man’s body. Although drunk, Booker easily got the upper hand and using his body to pin Tom to the floor, he grasped hold of his flailing arms and held them above his head. “Stop!” he growled. “This is fucking bullshit!”
Tom’s answer was to forcefully head butt Booker. As their skulls cracked together, Dennis cried out in pain but he did not loosen his grip. Staring blurrily down at Tom’s furious face, he could feel his friend writhing beneath him and suddenly he had a moment of clarity. He was fooling himself by thinking he could forget his love for Tom by playing grope the workmate in a restaurant restroom. Tom occupied his thoughts day and night and judging by his friend’s jealous display of emotion, he felt the same way. They were denying themselves the love they both so desperately craved because they feared hurting each other. But love was painful and if you did not feel the anguish along with the thrill, then you were not truly in love.
Without taking time to think about the consequences, Dennis pressed his mouth against Tom’s and kissed him passionately. Tom’s body froze beneath him but seconds later, Booker felt a tongue entwining with his own and he let out a moan of pleasure. His need became all consuming and he ripped frantically at Tom’s clothing, desperate to feel his skin beneath his touch. He heard his own shirt rip as Tom’s hands clawed at the expensive material. When sharp fingernails raked down the soft flesh of his back, he cried out as a mixture of pleasure and pain confused his senses. Reaching down, he popped the button of Tom’s jeans and yanking down the zip, he heard an ecstatic cry as he released Tom’s cock and took him in hand.
“Oh God,” Tom moaned against Booker’s mouth as he felt his erection growing. “Faster! Faster!”
Booker began to increase his pace but within seconds, he heard Tom’s euphoric cry and warm fluid covered his fingers. Shocked by Tom’s premature ejaculation, he lifted his head and gazed sympathetically down at his lover. “Jesus Tommy,” he whispered. “How long has it been?”
Biting down on his lower lip, Tom gave Booker an embarrassed look. “Not since the last time we were together,” he confided. “I try but I just can’t…” His voice trailed off and he averted his gaze. “I’m a fucking freak.”
Lowering his head, Dennis kissed Tom lovingly. “No you’re not,” he murmured against Tom’s full lips. “You just need time and more therapy, that’s all.”
Not wanting to discuss his impotence or his therapy, Tom reached down and fondled Booker’s burgeoning erection through the material of his trousers. “Do you want me to help you with that?” he asked mischievously.
Booker sucked on Tom’s lower lip for several moments before answering. “How about we take a shower,” he suggested softly.
Tom’s face flushed red. “I um, kind of destroyed the curtain and cracked a couple of tiles,” he confessed quietly. “Sorry.”
Picking up Tom’s hand, Dennis pressed the damaged knuckles to his lips and kissed them tenderly. “Is that how you did this?” he asked and his brow knitted in concern as he studied the bruised and bloodied flesh.
“Yeah,” Tom replied in a barely audible voice. “Sometimes I just get so frustrated.”
Booker’s eyes filled with compassion and he nodded his head in understanding. Standing up, he helped Tom to his feet and keeping hold of his injured hand, he silently led him into the bathroom. Gathering up the ripped curtain, he threw it to the floor and adjusted the faucets. When the water ran warm, he turned back around and kissed Tom lovingly as he slowly removed his clothes.
Standing naked in front of his lover Tom gazed at Booker with adoring eyes. “I love you Dennis,” he murmured softly.
Tears filled Dennis’ eyes and clung to his long, dark lashes. “I love you too baby,” he whispered.
A hint of a smile passed over Tom’s lips as he began to remove Booker’s clothing. “I know you do,” he replied gently. “But I want you to show me how much.”
Smiling seductively, Booker stepped under the warm flow of water and held out his hand. Tom grinned and grasping hold of Dennis’ fingers, he followed him into the shower. But his smile quickly faded when he saw the red mark on Booker’s neck and placing his hands on Booker’s hips, he narrowed his eyes. “Would you have slept with her?” he asked bluntly.
Dennis’ cheeks flamed red and he turned his head in embarrassment. “I don’t know,” he replied honestly. “Maybe.”
Biting down on his lower lip, Tom nodded his head. “I guess I can’t blame you,” he sighed heavily.
“Hey,” Booker exclaimed softly and cupping Tom’s face in his hand, he tilted up his chin and gazed into his dark eyes. “All that’s changed now. I want to start a relationship with you Tommy and when I’m with someone, I’m completely faithful. Tina’s history.”
A shy smile played over Tom’s lips. “Well in that case, I need to mark you as mine so she doesn’t get any ideas,” he murmured quietly.
Booker tilted his head back and exposed the long column of his throat. “Do it,” he breathed in a voice heavy with arousal.
Moving forward, Tom placed his lips against Dennis’ throat and began to suck. As the blood pooled to the surface he nipped lovingly at the taut skin. “Yes,” Booker moaned and placing his hands on Tom’s buttocks, he pulled him close. Tom’s mouth found Dennis’ and they kissed fervently, their tongues eagerly exploring each other’s mouths as warm water cascaded over their bodies. The feel of Booker’s cock pressing against him caused a stirring in Tom’s groin and he moaned excitedly as he felt his second erection for the night beginning to swell. Breaking the kiss, he nipped and sucked at Dennis’ earlobe. “Suck me,” he breathed.
Dennis ignored his own need for release and smiling impishly, he dropped to his knees. He could feel Tom’s legs shaking with anticipation and licking his lips, he placed his mouth against Tom’s cockhead and kissed it tenderly.
“Yesss!” Tom hissed as his fingers tangled in Booker’s wet hair. “Again, oh God Dennis, kiss it again.”
Dennis kissed the tip of Tom’s cock before parting his lips and sucking gently at the engorged head. When Tom’s hips rock forward, he opened his mouth and ran his moist lips up and down the full length of the thick shaft. He heard a soft cry as Tom started to fuck his mouth and relaxing his throat muscles, he allowed him full access. As his own cock began to weep heavily, he reached down and wrapping his fingers around his erection, he started to masturbate.
“Yes,” Tom moaned as he stroked at Dennis’ tangled hair. “That feels sooo good. Oh Jesus… oh… oh… oh… oh God… oh God… oh God…”
Booker knew that Tom was close to climaxing and closing his eyes, he began to hum. The gentle vibration against Tom’s sensitive cockhead pushed him over the edge and with a yell of delight, he grasped a handful of Booker’s hair and rammed his cock deep into his hot, moist mouth.
Thick, salty fluid shot down the back of Dennis’ throat and he groaned in pleasure at the familiar taste. With two swift strokes, he brought himself to climax and his own juices mixed with the flowing water and swirled down the drain. As he lapped at Tom’s softening cock, he felt gentle hands guiding him upwards. His legs shook as he slowly stood up and met Tom’s sated gaze. A satisfied smile twitched at his lips and leaning forward he tenderly kissed his lover. “Better?” he murmured against Hanson’s full pout.
Tom kissed his lover for several minutes before finally replying. “You have no idea,” he sighed contentedly. “I thought I’d never know that feeling again.”
Booker’s expression softened as he swept Tom’s damp hair from his face. “This is just the beginning baby,” he murmured softly. “There’s plenty more to come.”
Apprehension flickered in Tom’s eyes but he quickly lowered his gaze so that Booker would not notice. He did not know if he was ready to have sex with Dennis but he knew that if he delayed it for too long, he could lose his lover forever.
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