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Then As It Was, Then Again It Will Be	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1347 -:- 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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With only three lectures that day Tom and Dennis were back at the apartment by mid afternoon. Hanson made the call to Fuller and gave him the information on both Jake Wetherall and the jocks on the playing field. The senior officer thought Tom sounded stressed but on quizzing him about it he received the standard, “I’m fine Cap’n,” response. Fuller hoped that the young officer would confide in him if he needed to. It was a tough case and Hanson was not always forthcoming about his feelings. Without sounding too pushy, Fuller reiterated to Tom that he could talk to him whenever he needed to. Hanson thanked his Commanding Officer and hung up.
Grabbing two beers, Tom sat down on the couch next to Booker. After handing one to his partner, he drank half of his bottle in two mouthfuls then let out a loud burp. Booker swatted him with a cushion, which made Hanson spill the rest of his beer. With a loud groan, he got up and fetched another before flopping back down next to Dennis.
“Do you think we should go out tonight, see what’s happening in the bars?” Tom asked, sipping his beer this time.
“Yeah,” Booker replied, finishing his beer and grabbing what was left of Hanson’s.
“Hey!” Tom protested, trying but failing to get the bottle back. “Never, take another man’s beer.”
Dennis grinned as he polished off the bottle. “No more beer. We need to be alert if we’re going out.”
Tom’s bottom lip protruded into a soft pout. Booker felt his heart quicken at the sight. Damn, Hanson was just too pretty he thought, before pulling himself together. It was going to be a long night with plenty of touches and possibly kisses. Booker needed to keep his mind focused.
“So, how ‘bout we get something to eat then cruise on to the campus bar,” Tom conceded.
“Sure,” Booker agreed, stretching his upper body before standing up. “I’m going take another shower.”
After his partner had left the living room, Tom stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes. He contemplated phoning Fuller again whilst Booker was out of earshot. He wondered if he should disclose Dennis’ secret, given the nature of case they were on. However, he did not want to betray his partner’s trust. Dennis had confided in him something that he had kept hidden from the rest of his co-workers. Eventually, he decided that it was best to keep silent. He and Booker already had an up and down relationship and he did not want to cause any unnecessary friction that may destroy their case.
Booker returned smelling faintly of aftershave. With a yawn, Hanson stood up. “Guess I’d better get cleaned up too.”
Dennis was about to say that Hanson looked perfect the way he was, but he bit his tongue just in time. Tom disappeared into the bathroom and half an hour later, he emerged wearing a dark blue button down shirt, waistcoat, tight fitting jeans and black boots.
“Damn it Tommy,” Booker muttered, shaking his head slowly back and forth. “You’re killing me.”
Tom’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. It was the first time Booker had made an open remark as to how he felt about his partner. Feeling slightly unnerved Tom bowed his head and shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he walked quickly to the door. Booker stepped sideways and cut him off. “Sorry, that was stupid.”
Hanson looked up, his long bangs hiding his expression. Booker gently moved Tom’s hair out of his dark eyes. When Hanson did not pull away, he moved his index finger lightly down his partner’s face and stopped at the reddish bruise on Hanson’s jaw. “Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice barely audible.
Tom shook his head, his heart rate increasing at Booker’s touch. “We should go,” he murmured.
Booker nodded and pulled his hand away. He delayed taking Hanson’s hand in his, unsure as to how the younger officer would react after their brief encounter. But Hanson made the decision by taking Booker’s hand and giving it a tight squeeze. As they left the apartment hand in hand and walked down the hallway, Jake Wetherall stood in his open doorway, a deep scowl marring his face.
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The two officers were finishing off their meal at the Magic Noodle House when Tom suddenly poked Dennis on the arm with his chopstick. “Isn’t that Jake from the apartment?” Dennis turned slowly and saw their neighbor walking over to their table.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” Jake asked, once again smiling his phony smile.
Hanson raised an eyebrow at his partner before answering. “Just finishing up otherwise we’d ask you to join us.”
“That’s okay, I’m meeting someone,” Jake replied.
Uncomfortable silence followed until Tom cleared his throat and stood up. “So, we should get going, got a big night planned.”
“Oh?” Jake inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Whatcha doing?”
Booker followed Tom’s lead and stood up, draping his arm over his partner’s shoulders. “College bar,” he replied. “Need to unwind a bit from all the studying.”
Jake nodded and stood aside so the two officers could pass. “Well I’ll be seeing you.”
Tom and Dennis walked away silently. As Tom paid for their meals, Dennis looked back over his shoulder and saw Jake deep in conversation with another man. It was not until they were out on the street and walking towards the campus bar that Tom finally spoke. “There’s something about that guy.”
“Yeah,” Booker agreed. “There’s definitely something off about him.”
Within a few minutes, they were at the bar. It was crowded with noisy college students, all enjoying a reprieve from studying. Tom and Dennis found a table where they were clearly visible. They wanted to be on show in case the rapist or rapists were scouting the bar. Booker bought a couple of beers and they drank them slowly, all the while keeping an eye on the crowd. After half an hour, Dennis leaned over to his partner and whispered in a low voice. “I think we need to give them something to look at, don’t you?”
Taking a gulp of beer, Tom nodded. As he felt Dennis’s finger gently stroke his cheek, he tried desperately not to tense up. Taking a deep breath he smiled, his eyes gazing deep into his partner’s. Neither man reacted at first; their eyes remained locked for a full minute until Booker took the initiative. Leaning forward, he gently cupped his hand behind Tom’s head and pulled him forward until their lips touched. This time, Dennis did not hold back. His kiss was deep and passionate, his fingers entangling in Tom’s hair, pulling him closer. Tom was lifted off his seat and he responded by placing a hand on the back of Booker’s neck so that they were both leaning over the table. In the background, Tom could hear several wolf whistles, but his mind remained focused on how good it felt to have Dennis’ tongue exploring his mouth, his hand ruffling his hair. Heat exploded in his stomach as his arousal intensified. This time though, he did not pull back, instead he took charge and slowed the kiss down. Dennis read the situation and pulled back, gently nibbling on Hanson’s lower lip before finally pulling away, a slow smile forming on his face. Panting slightly, Tom grinned back cheekily before leaning forward and tenderly placing his lips against Booker’s. The second kiss was over in a moment but to Dennis, it seemed to last a lifetime. As Tom pulled away, he murmured in Dennis’ ear. “I think that got their attention.”
Both men took a sip of beer. Tom cast his eye around the packed bar to see if their display of affection had angered any of the patrons. Returning his gaze to his partner, he muttered, “See anything?” Booker shook his head, but then gave an almost imperceptible nod.
“Over there,” he answered, motioning with his eyes.
Tom slowly turned to follow where Booker was looking. Three men sat staring directly at them, their faces drawn into angry scowls. As their eyes met, one of the men drew his finger across his throat in a menacing manner. In a flash, Booker was standing, his fists clenched. Tom put a reassuring hand on his partner’s arm. “Don’t,” he cautioned.
Booker slowly returned to his seat, his face flushed with anger. “What the fuck is their problem?”
Hanson could not help but smile. “C’mon Dennis, we knew we’d get a reaction.”
“Doesn’t make it right.” Dennis replied, his hands shaking slightly. “Why do people care so much? You can’t help who you fall in love with.”
Tom saw deep sadness behind the anger in Dennis’ dark eyes and wondered how many times his partner had faced homophobic taunts. He put a hand on Booker’s arm. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Dennis nodded and stood up. “Let’s go.”
Tom frowned. “Don’t you think we should hang around a little longer?”
“No.” Dennis replied bluntly.
Hanson grabbed Booker’s arm and attempted to pull him back down but his partner jerked away angrily. “Stay if you want, I’ve seen enough.” Without another word, he turned and left the bar.
Tom sat wondering what to do. He could understand Booker’s fury but they had been in the bar less than an hour, which really was not long enough to get a feel of the place and its clientele. The three men sitting in the corner had certainly shown their dissatisfaction at their public display of affection but that did not mean that they were guilty of anything violent towards gay men. It only meant that they were uncomfortable at witnessing two men kissing. Deciding to get another drink and wait for an hour, Tom stood up and walked to the bar.
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