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March 30th, 1997 (12.53 a.m.)
Despite the awkwardness of Tom’s apology, the conversation continued to flow, along with the scotch. Memories of Jump Street dominated the dialogue, and although Booker regretted not putting the circumstances of his resignation to rest after so many years of animosity, he was enjoying his jaunt down memory lane too much to sacrifice the companionable mood. Let bygones be bygones his grandmother always said, and with time came forgiveness. Yes, maybe Tom should have spoken up, but he didn’t regret the direction his life had taken. If anything, he had embraced the freedom his career change had afforded him. Leaving the force had given him the confidence to go out on his own, and so, in a strange, twisted way, he owed Tom a debt of gratitude. It was a new and far more pleasant way to view his unceremonious demotion, and he was grateful he had the opportunity to put his resentment into perspective. Bitterness was an unattractive characteristic, and he’d worn his anger like a faint scar, visible, but only to those closest to his heart. But he was willing to make the change, to leave the past where it belonged, and forgive those who may or may not have influenced his fate.
Rising to his feet, Booker wandered over to the bar and poured himself another drink. He was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol circulating through his system, the added endorphins lulling his mind into a state of soothing quietude. He felt completely relaxed for the first time in years, and he wondered if the memories of his past somehow held the key to a happy future. The easy-going back and forth with Hanson was more cathartic than he ever would have imagined. Especially given their history. He’d never considered Tom a friend, and yet there they were, drinking and chatting like long lost buddies. It was confusing, to say the least, but it was not his place to question the eccentricities of the universe. Fate had brought them together for a reason, and he was more than happy to move forward so that maybe, they could build a lasting relationship in the future.
Satisfied with his reasoning, he picked up his drink and turned around, only to find Tom standing behind him, his face just inches from his own. Surprised by the close contact, he flinched, the involuntary movement causing droplets of amber fluid to spill over his hand. “Jesus, Hanson,” he chastised. “Don’t sneak up on a guy with a gun.”
A slow, seductive smile curved the corners of Tom’s lips and tilting his head to one side, he studied Booker’s flushed face. “Have you ever slept with a man, Dennis?”
Dennis’ eyes bulged ever so slightly and placing his drink down on the bar before he spilled any more of the expensive scotch, he wiped his hand on a bar towel. “N-No,” he replied with a nervous laugh. “Why do you ask?”
“Do you want to?”
All the air in Booker’s lungs expelled with an audible whoosh, and he stared at Tom with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Wh-what?”
Tom’s expression remained tranquil. “I asked if you want to have sex with me.”
Pushing past his friend, Booker walked over to his luggage, and opening another bottle of scotch, he gulped down several mouthfuls before confronting his guest. “What are you playing at? Is this some kind of sick joke? Do you hate me that much, you pretend you’re pleased to see me so you can humiliate me one last time?”
A look of sadness passed over Tom’s face, but when he spoke, his voice was surprisingly calm. “It’s not a joke, Dennis. I want to know if you feel it.”
Knocking back another belt of scotch, Booker recapped the bottle and placed it on the nightstand. Wiping a trembling hand over his mouth, he pushed for an answer. “Feel what, exactly?”
“This thing between us...this energy.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t you?”
A long, drawn-out silence followed Tom’s softly-spoken question. Heavy, palpable, it hung in the air between the two men, a tangible presence waiting for an answer. Heat prickled Booker’s skin, Tom’s inquiring look igniting a fire in the dying embers of his soul. His friend had awakened in him a long-forgotten memory, and as he stared into the soulful depths of Tom’s dark eyes, he realized he’d completely misread their relationship all those years ago. What he’d mistakenly thought of as hostility was actually an emotion far more passionate than he could ever have imagined. The bickering, the deliberate provocation, the constant and often brutal antagonism were not signs of animosity. In fact, they were the exact opposite. He had felt a spark between them, but he was too naive, or perhaps too frightened to acknowledge its true meaning. And so, he’d passed it off as a clash of personalities while successfully ignoring the strange yet oh-so-familiar feeling that snaked through his groin every time they’d fought. There was something about Tom that roused in him an emotion he hadn’t known existed. A curiosity, a primal urge suppressed by modern-day conventions. Eight years ago, he would never have dreamed of acting on such an impulse. He had a reputation as a ladies’ man, and any thought of male-on-male action was not only laughable, it was downright ludicrous. But eight years was a lifetime ago, and a lot had changed. He’d changed, and he was surprised how much he wanted to explore the possibility of gay sex. But not just a romp in the hay with any nameless man, sex with Tom Hanson, the one person he thought hated him more than his first wife. It was mind-blowing in its bizarreness, and yet, there was a small part of the whole concept that felt so right, almost as if he’d been waiting for the day to arrive without ever realizing it. Tom’s forthright proposal had opened a myriad of possibilities, and with it, the chance to spend one night free from the shackles of society's norms while experiencing something potentially life-changing. The ball was in his court, all he had to do was say yes, and his repressed fantasy would become a reality. Say yes, and he might just know the meaning of true love.
Sensing Booker’s conflicting emotions, Tom stepped forward and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry. I should never have said anything.”
In Booker’s mind, it didn’t take a genius to figure out Tom was offering him an easy way out of an awkward situation. All he had to do was laugh it off, and life would return to normal. But now the words were out in the universe, he felt an inexplicable need to hear the truth. And so, against his better judgment, he ignored the nagging voice inside his head telling him to leave well enough alone and asked what was foremost on his mind. “So, why did you?”
It was a simple question that deserved an honest answer and taking a deep breath, Tom spoke from the heart. “Because I was in love with you all those years ago.”
If Jesus Christ himself had walked into the room, Booker could not have shown more surprise. He stared at Tom, his mouth slightly open, his eyes boggling in their sockets. Time stood still, the weighty thump-thump-thumpity-thump of his heart the only sound echoing in his ears. Tom had loved him. Tom...had...loved...him. The absurdity of the statement was almost too much to deal with, and yet, if he were completely candid with himself, a part of him had always known. Not in the sense of actually knowing, but he’d always suspected there was something different about his and Tom’s relationship. Yes, he’d behaved like a conceited jackass on their first assignment, but that didn’t account for the strange vibe he’d always felt whenever the two of them were together. But now he knew the reason why, he wasn’t entirely sure how to process the new-found information. Was he horrified? Flattered? Indifferent? Unable to make up his mind, he continued to gape at his former partner, his thoughts in a whirl. Tom had loved him, and suddenly, everything he thought he knew, no longer made sense. It made no sense at all, but surprisingly, the more he thought about it, the more he didn’t care. Tired of being alone, he wanted one night of indulgence, one night where he could throw caution to the wind and experience what it felt like to be truly loved by someone who had carried a torch for him for nearly a decade. And having planted the seed, the longing started to grow, and licking his lips, he searched his soul before finally asking the question that had the potential to change his life forever. “Are you trying to seduce me, Hanson?”
Encouraged, Tom’s hand found its way behind Booker’s head, his fingers lightly toying with the soft hairs at the nape of his friend’s neck. “If I was, would you let me?”
The soft, alluring tone of Tom’s voice sent a thrill of excitement pulsing through Booker’s groin, and gulping down the last of his inhibitions, he stared directly into his friend’s dark eyes and gave his answer. “Yes.”
A low moan rumbled in the back of Tom’s throat, and moving closer, he breathed in the heady scent of Booker’s aftershave. “Can I kiss you?”
“God, yes.”
“Oh, baby,” Tom breathed, and cupping Booker’s face in his hand, he lightly brushed his lips against the warm, inviting flesh of his soft pout.
The tenderness of his kiss surprised Booker. Sweet and chaste, the gentle motion of Tom’s lips sent waves of arousal pulsating through his body. Blood flowed to the surface of his skin, heating his flesh and hardening his cock. Needing more, he parted his lips, his tongue sweeping along Tom’s bottom lip, inviting him to explore his mouth without restraint. Their tongues met, hesitant at first, plump flesh on plump flesh, touching, tasting, testing each other’s likes and dislikes. Growing bolder, Tom’s fingers worked the buckle of Booker’s belt, and in moments he’d expertly freed the leather strap. He wasted no time popping the button of his lover’s pants, and slowly lowering the zipper, he allowed the heavy fabric to fall to the floor.
A delicious tingle snaked through Booker’s groin. “What are we doing?” he whispered, sweeping tendrils of his breath lightly caressing the plush flesh of Tom’s lips.
“Living the dream.”
Tom’s breathless answer sent a tingle of anticipation pulsating through Booker’s body, the electrifying charge adding length to his already impressive appendage. Never had he felt so alive, so liberated. It was a defining moment in a lifetime of heterosexual sex, and at that moment, he wondered why he had never considered gay sex. But as light fingers lovingly caressed his buttocks, he couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t the idea of sex with another man that turned him on, but sex with Tom Hanson. The soft, feathery strokes sparked a desire so strong, he feared making a complete ass out of himself by blowing his load before he’d even taken his clothes off. But the depth of love shining from Tom’s eyes instantly soothed his panic, and pushing the unwanted thoughts from his mind, he took pleasure from the tender touch.
Eager to explore Booker’s taut, muscular body, Tom gently maneuvered him until he was standing next to the bed. “Strip,” he instructed in a soft voice.
In a sexually induced, dream-like state, Booker kicked off his shoes and slowly undressed. Once released from its confines, his cock jutted out from a nest of coarse, dark curls, his erection thick and potent. Under Tom’s watchful gaze, blood rushed through his shaft, hardening him further, his smooth, mushroom-shaped cockhead blushing purple. Bewildered by the speed of his growing awakening, his mind struggled to deal with his conflicting emotions. Arousal and uncertainty fought for dominance over his body, but it was curiosity that eventually won him over. Curiosity and a rock-hard erection. He wanted it, he needed it, and despite his internal conflict, he knew in his heart if he didn’t take a chance on love, he might just live with the regret forever.
Tom remained standing, watching his lover undress, his hungry gaze devouring each piece of exposed flesh as soon as it was revealed. Visibly moved by the erotic sight standing before him, he traced a finger over Booker’s six-pack. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Embarrassed, yet secretly pleased, Booker lowered his eyes, his cheeks coloring a delicate shade of pink. A sweet, knowing smile graced Tom’s lips. He understood his lover’s vulnerability, and taking his wallet from his pocket, he tossed it on the bed and quickly removed his clothes.
Curiosity soon got the better of Booker. Raising his head, his gaze roved over the length of Tom’s naked body before coming to rest on his magnificent erection. Sucking in his breath, he continued to stare, the titillating vision sending another rush of blood to his penis. But his eyes were soon distracted by the thick hypertrophic scar extending across the left side of Tom’s lower abdomen. Approximately six inches in length, the jagged wound sliced through his smooth skin, disfiguring the perfect canvas of his taut flesh. The sight was so confronting, Booker forgot all about his nudity, and reaching out a hand, he lightly stroked the raised tissue. “Jesus, Tom. What happened?”
“Angry puppy,” Tom lied, his mouth exploring the sweet, succulent flesh of Booker’s neck.
“Tom—”
“Lie down. I wanna taste you.”
Distracted by his throbbing erection, Booker gave into his desires. Lowering himself onto the mattress, he stretched out, his heart beating a rhythmic tattoo in his ears. When Tom climbed onto the bed, he held his breath...waiting...watching...a thousand thoughts rushing through his mind. He’d never felt so nervous, and yet, he couldn’t ignore his growing excitement. The rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins had heightened his senses and stimulated his mind, leaving him aching for contact. He was ready, more than ready, and judging by the size of his lover’s erection, so was Tom.
Straddling Booker’s legs, Tom dropped to his hands, his body hovering over his lover’s quivering flesh, just out of reach...teasing...taunting...his long hair tickling Booker’s flushed face. A dark intensity shone from his eyes, and ducking his head, he trailed his tongue over the firm edge of Booker’s jawline. Their lips met, pressing and caressing, savoring each other’s flavor with sweeping tongues and hungry mouths. But Tom wanted to explore and grazing his teeth over Booker’s lower lip, his mouth left the sensual curve and moved slowly along a stubbled cheek until he found an earlobe. Using his teeth, he lightly nibbled the smooth flesh. Sensing Booker wanted more contact, he buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck, inhaling the warm, masculine scent of scotch and aftershave before brushing a kiss over the sensitive spot just below his ear. A soft murmur caught his attention, and smiling against the taut skin, he continued his exploration, his tongue trailing a wet path down to the hollow of Booker’s throat. His mouth nipped and sucked at the firm, inviting flesh, moving slowly downward until he reached a nipple. He grazed the nub with his teeth, his efforts immediately rewarded with a moan of approval. Flicking his tongue over the raised mound, he teased the tight knot of skin before lightly mouthing over the warm flesh. His soft lips sucked the brown areola, the tender caress eliciting an excited moan from above. When gentle hands entwined in his hair, he continued his journey by lovingly kissing a trail down the flawless skin of Booker’s firm torso. Reaching the flesh just below his rib cage, he paused, his ears tuned into his lover’s heavy breathing. Using his tongue, he lapped at the area before parting his lips and gently sucking the smooth skin into his mouth, expertly increasing pressure until blood pooled to the surface. Pleased with the result, he traced the contours of Booker’s stomach muscles with his tongue, his light, teasing caresses moving him ever closer to his destination. His lover’s penis lay swollen and erect against his belly, the blushing head shiny with pre-cum. Enticed by the scent of sex, he pressed his lips against the underside of Booker’s shaft and trailing his tongue along the wrinkled flesh, he teased and coaxed with long feathery strokes. When he reached the head, he lightly flicked his tongue over the tip, the spicy tang of his lover’s essence titillating his taste buds. He’d waited nearly a decade to sample Dennis’ salty nectar, and he savored every burst of flavor as it rolled over his tongue. What was once a dream had become a 3D, surround sound reality, and he stored every scent, every touch, every drop of pre-cum to the annals of his mind. After three long years of living a life trapped within the horror of a never-ending nightmare, he finally had something to hang onto, if only for the briefest of moments.
Warm tendrils of air licked over Booker’s erection, the erotic sensation sending a tremor of delight through the length of his body. “Yes,” he breathed, his fingers knotting in the soft strands of Tom’s hair. “Fuck yes.”
Encouraged by the enthusiastic response, Tom took their coupling to the next level. Gently pushing open Booker’s left leg, he peppered a trail of light kisses up his inner thigh. Quivering muscles trembled beneath his lips and smiling against the taut skin, his mouth moved slowly higher until he reached the soft indentation of the gluteal fold. He paused, waiting for consent. When urgent fingers massaged his scalp, he took it as a sign, and using his hand, he began a gentle exploration of Dennis' scrotum. With skilled artistry, he lightly pinched and rolled the folds of skin between his thumb and forefinger, drawing pleasure from the tactile sensation. The raspy sound of Booker’s breathing sounded from above, and eager to gratify, he gently massaged the hard mound while pulling the sac down and away from his body. The light, tugging motion exposed the nerve endings, increasing sensitivity, and Booker exhaled a loud, excited moan. Never had a lover paid such undivided attention to his physical needs, and he couldn't wait to see what Tom did next.
Focusing all his attention on satisfying his lover, Tom carefully lifted his testicles and stimulated the flesh of his perineum with his lips. A loud hiss resonated around the room and growing more brazen, he darted out his tongue and lightly probed his lover’s anus.
Surprised by the unexpected contact, Booker’s muscles tensed, and he instinctively flinched. Sensing an aversion to the oral stimulation, Tom moved away and continued his exploration of his lover’s testicles, his warm lips massaging the velvety skin with soft, gentle sucks.
Visibly relaxing, Booker entwined his fingers in Tom’s hair and gently coaxed his head higher. “Suck me,” he commanded, his hips gyrating upward.
Feeling Booker’s body trembling beneath him, Tom released his testicles and playfully swept his tongue up the length of his cock. Pausing, he darted out his tongue and licked a bubble of pre-cum from the tip. A frustrated groan sounded in his ears and taking the hint, he took Booker into his mouth, his lips lovingly sucking up and down his erect shaft. Taking his time, he lapped and sucked the swollen appendage, swirling his tongue over the sensitive tip before repeating the motion with varying degrees of intensity. As his head bobbed up and down, a burst of precum danced over his taste buds, the salty tang warning him his lover was close to ejaculating. Not wanting their night to end before he’d had a chance to prove his love, he gave Booker’s engorged head one last suck before releasing the erect cock from his mouth. A disappointed groan met his ears, but he refused to bow down. He wanted to give Booker a life-changing gift, and lifting his head, he gazed into his heavy-lidded eyes and voiced his desire. “I want to make love to you.”
Uncertainty clouded Booker’s eyes. He hadn’t really considered what it meant to have penetrative sex, but now the moment had arrived, the prospect terrified him. But as he gazed up at Tom, he could physically feel the warmth of his love penetrating his soul and pushing aside all his fears, he whispered his answer. “Okay.”
Heat flared in the pit of Tom’s stomach, and sitting up, he reached for his wallet. Under Booker’s curious gaze, he pulled out a wrapped condom and small tube of lubricant. The first thing that crossed the dark-haired investigator’s mind was why the hell did Tom have a tube of lube in his wallet? But when Hanson unwrapped the condom and expertly rolled it onto his erect penis, any cognitive thought he had left, disappeared in a surge of testosterone. He was about to have penetrative sex with a man, but not just any man, he was about to have penetrative sex with Tom Hanson, and the concept was slowly blowing his mind.
Picking up the tube of lubrication, Tom unscrewed the cap and liberally coated his fingers and sheathed penis in the oily substance. His eyes never left Booker’s intense gaze, his mind closely monitoring his lover’s reaction. It wouldn’t be the first time a gay sex virgin changed his mind, and he would never consider pressuring an unwilling partner to continue if he had second thoughts. But all traces of uncertainty had disappeared from Booker’s eyes. In its place, a blazing, insatiable hunger burned bright, and it was then he knew he would finally experience the wonder of making love to the first man he’d ever fallen in love with.
Tossing the tube of lube onto the mattress, Tom stroked a slick finger up the underside of Booker’s cock, his dark eyes shining with tender understanding. “Ready?”
Cocooned within the loving sensitivity of Tom’s gaze, Booker nodded. When a gentle finger pressed against his anus, he swallowed deeply and concentrated on his breathing. But as his lover’s finger inched its way inside, he switched his focus to the strange sensation spreading through his insides. While not the most pleasant feeling, it wasn’t painful, and slowly, his muscles started to relax, allowing his lover easier access.
When the tight wall of muscle surrounding Tom’s finger loosened, he withdrew the digit to the tip and carefully inserted a second finger. Crooking his middle finger, he expertly found Booker’s prostate and lightly caressed the gland. Instinctively, Booker’s body bore down, his weight pushing the digit against the sensitive lobe. The light flickering in his eyes brightened, and a throaty moan expelled from between his lips. “Oooh.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Tom murmured, his gaze focused on Booker’s sated expression as he continued to caress his g-spot.
“Fuck yeah,” Booker breathed, his eyes fluttering closed. “It feels fucking amazing.”
As his fingers worked their magic, Tom soaked up the erotic sight laid out before him. “Oh, baby,” he whispered. “You are so fucking beautiful right now.”
With his heart pounding a rapid beat of want and desire, Booker opened his eyes. The gentleness of Tom’s smile sent his heart aflutter, and reaching out a hand, he lightly caressed his cheek. “I want to feel you inside me.”
A burst of pure love flashed in Tom’s eyes, and removing his fingers, he dropped to his hands and planted a tender kiss on Booker’s lips. “Are you sure,” he murmured against the plump, warm flesh of his lover’s mouth.
“Yes,” Booker breathed. “I’m sure.”
Positioning himself between his lover’s open legs, Tom guided his erection until the tip pressed against his entrance. The moment he’d dreamed about was about to become a reality and taking a deep breath, he pushed inside. Slowly rocking his hips forward and backward, he basked in the sensation of his slick cock sliding in and out of Booker’s tight anus. The complexities of his personality were reflected in his lovemaking. Gentle yet passionate, restrained yet evocative, he wore his emotions openly, revealing every aspect of his soul with each loving thrust. But the transparency did not transpose to his everyday life. Secrecy was his only weapon, seclusion his only protection, but for one night, he had the freedom to express himself, and he’d forgotten how much he missed the intimacy of real human contact. It wasn’t about sex, it was about abandoning all of life’s constraints and expressing his love, and he hadn’t had the opportunity to do so in a very long time. His life was no longer his own, he was a slave to the cause, but he hoped one day, he would regain all he had lost.
The erotic sensation of a thick cock filling the emptiness inside him was unlike anything Booker had ever imagined. His flesh came alive…tingling…pulsing…the vibrations of Tom’s lovemaking sending waves of arousal throughout his entire body. Never had he felt so in tune with his own existence, and he physically ached for the touch of the man who, in a few short hours, had changed his whole world. Reaching out a hand, he grasped hold of his lover’s upper arms, his nails biting into the pale flesh. “Harder,” he urged. “Fuck me harder.”
Tom immediately responded to Booker’s request by lengthening his strokes, thrusting faster until he was ramming against him, his balls swinging free, the upward propulsion forcing his cock deeper into his lover’s anus. Booker’s cock bounced against his belly, the momentum of Tom’s frantic thrusting propelling his body back and forth in a rhythmic dance of love and lust. But it wasn’t enough. Every inch of him screamed to be touched, and wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck, he forcefully pulled him down on top of him. Their sweat-soaked bodies melded as one, uniting them in a passionate embrace. They found each other’s mouths… tongues plundering…teeth clashing…their primal urges coming to the fore. The delicious friction of Tom’s belly rubbing against his cock released a deep moan from the back of Booker’s throat, the double stimulation pushing him to the limits of his self-control. A strangled cry caught in his throat and tensing his muscles, he thrust upward and forcefully ejaculated over his chest.
Abruptly breaking the kiss, Tom’s dark eyes locked on Booker’s, and with one final thrust, his back arched, and with a long drawn out moan, he too, shuddered out his release.
The scent of testosterone-fueled sex filled the air, the sound of heavy panting echoing off the cream-painted walls. Eventually, their breathing slowed, and gently disengaging, Tom flopped down on the bed and pulled Booker into his arms, his face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “Okay, baby?”
“Mmm,” Booker hummed, the pleasant tingle coiling through his muscles drawing him toward slumber. Breathing in the scent of sex and sweat, he snuggled into the warmth of this lover’s body and closed his eyes. Visions of a life with Tom floated through his mind, and he started making plans for their future. But the allure of sleep was too strong and exhaling a sated sigh, he allowed his tired mind to tumble toward the comforting images of his dreams.
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Rising from the bed, Tom padded into the bathroom and relieved his aching bladder. Not wanting to wake his lover, he closed the lid without flushing and moved over to the sink. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, the ghost of his past staring back at him with dull, haunted eyes. Afraid the phantom image would suck the last vestige of happiness from his heart, he looked away and concentrated on washing his hands. Making love to Booker had given his life meaning by reigniting the spark inside his soul, creating a glimmer of hope for the future. After a break of a few months, he felt recharged, and he was once again ready to resume his mission. But his newfound fervor came at a price. He was a solo act, and that meant leaving Booker behind.
Turning off the faucet, he dried his hands and walked into the bedroom. After sorting through the jumble of clothing littering the floor, he quietly dressed, purposely ignoring the worn bandanna flung over a chair. Spying his wallet on the nightstand, he moved across the room and picked it up, staring at the cracked leather before shoving it in his pocket. As he turned to leave, a notepad and pen caught his eye. An emotional lump formed in his throat, and picking up the ball-point, he scribbled a note.
Placing the pen back on the nightstand, Tom stared down at Booker’s sleeping face, a tear of regret glistening in his eye. “I love you, Dennis,” he whispered, and with one, last, lingering look, he turned and walked out the door.
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