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Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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 sound of soft snoring woke Tom from a light sleep. He could feel the weight of Booker’s arm wrapped protectively around his waist and turning carefully, he gazed into his lover’s face. A small smile twitched his lips when he noticed the bruised flesh on Dennis’ chin. Their relationship was so tempestuous, it was unlike any other affair that he had ever had, but he found the explosiveness exciting and for the first time in months, he felt truly alive. However, hidden beneath the exhilaration was a deep seeded fear of what he knew was to come, what he knew Booker expected… sex.
Sighing heavily, he gently extricated himself from Dennis’ embrace and walked into the living room, being careful to close the bedroom door softly behind him. He pulled out the sofa bed that he had been sleeping on for the last few months, grabbed a sheet and pillow out of the cupboard and lay down. As he stared up at the ceiling, he wondered how long he would be able to avoid having penetrative sex with Booker. It was not that he did not want to; it was that he did not know if he was mentally prepared for it. He was terrified of having flashbacks of his rapes and he knew it would break Booker’s heart if he associated their coupling with the brutal attacks he had endured during his imprisonment. It was something that he knew he should broach with Doctor Pearce but so far, he had been too embarrassed to divulge his feelings for Booker to his therapist.
The sound of the bedroom door opening pulled him from his thoughts and turning his head, he watched Dennis shuffle sleepily across the room. When his friend stopped and sat down on the edge of the sofa bed, he gave him an apologetic look. “Did I wake you?”
Swinging his legs onto the bed, Booker lay down and faced Tom. “What are you doing out here Tommy?” he asked drowsily. “Don’t you want to share a bed with me?”
Tom rubbed his fingers nervously over his upper lip. “It’s not that,” he mumbled. “I’m just used to sleeping alone.”
Dennis reached out and tenderly brushed Tom’s hair from his face. “Are you sure that’s all it is?” he asked gently. “Because if we’re going to be in a relationship, we need to be honest with each other.”
“I’m sure,” Tom lied and averting his eyes, he successfully avoided Dennis’ inquisitive gaze.
Although Booker was not convinced, he decided to go along with the charade. “Okay,” he replied and sitting up, he climbed from the bed. “I’m going to get a few more hours sleep.”
Tom nodded but as he watched Dennis walk back into the bedroom, he felt a pang of regret. Their relationship was only just beginning and already he was keeping secrets from the man he loved.
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Standing in a public phone booth, Tom struggled to control his breathing. His hand shook so violently that he lost control of the coins he had been holding and they scattered over the cement floor. Dropping to the ground, he frantically tried to pick up his money but his blurred vision impeded his task. Choking back a sob, he quickly picked up as many coins as he could find and standing up, he closed his eyes and attempted to use the guided imagery technique to control his rising panic. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get his mind to concentrate on anything but his growing hysteria. Gasping for breath, he opened his eyes and lifting the receiver, he managed to fumble several coins into the slot. It took him several goes before he dialed the correct number and leaning against the glass pane of the booth, he listened to the soft brrring brrring of the ringing phone. “Pick up… pick up… pick up,” he gasped and his knuckles turned white as he clutched the handset in his trembling hand. “Please pick up!”
Just as he was about to give up hope, a sleepy voice sounded in his ear. “Booker.”
As his panic intensified, Tom found it increasingly difficult to speak and all he could manage was a loud wheeze. There was silence at the other end of the phone and for a one dreadful moment, he thought that Dennis had hung up.
Seconds passed and when Booker spoke again, his voice sounded wary. “Is anybody there?”
“D-Den-nis!” Tom choked and tears of relief began to stream down his face. “P-Please h-help me!”
“TOMMY?” Dennis yelled down the phone. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”
Afraid that his trembling hand would drop the receiver, Tom gripped it tightly and tried to control his frenzied breathing. “Outs-side th-the b-bakery,” he sobbed. “Oh G-God Den-nis p-please h-hurry!”
“I’m on my way,” Dennis shouted and the phone went dead.
Dropping the phone, Tom’s legs gave way and crumpling to the ground, he started to hyperventilate. The phone handset swung lazily on its cord in front of his face and he longed to hear Dennis’ comforting voice coming through the receiver. Balling his hands into tight fists, he closed his eyes and started to count silently in his head. The bakery was only a five minute walk from the apartment and he knew that Booker would run the whole way to be by his side as quickly as he could. All he had to do was hold on for another few minutes and he would be safe.
A loud noise made him yelp and opening his eyes, he saw a man banging his fist on the glass door of the phone booth. “G-GO AW-WAY!” he screamed and drawing his knees up to his chest, he covered his ears with his hands.
“Hey buddy, I need to use the phone,” the man called out impatiently as he started to open the door.
“NO!” Tom screamed and kicking out, he slammed his feet against the glass and screwed his eyes closed. “LEAVE ME ALONE… LEAVE ME ALONE… LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Hearing the commotion, a small crowd of onlookers began to gather. They peered curiously through the glass booth as Tom sat huddled on the ground, shaking uncontrollably. Somebody laughed and in an attempt to block out the humiliating sound, Tom began to slam his head repeatedly against the glass pane. He barely registered a woman’s high-pitched scream or the sticky wetness of blood as it trickled down his face. However, his senses immediately tuned into Booker’s distressed cry and opening his eyes, he saw his lover fighting his way through the crowd of bystanders.
“Tommy! Baby! Let me in! Let me in!” Dennis yelled as he struggled to push open the door that Tom had braced his feet against to stop anyone entering.
Lowering his legs, Tom started to cry with relief and when he felt Dennis’ arms pull him to his chest, he clutched frantically at his lover as he sought out his comforting embrace.
“Oh baby, what have you done?” Dennis cried out softly when he saw the blood on Tom’s face.
“T-Take me home,” Tom hiccupped. “P-Please Dennis, t-take me h-home!”
As he helped Tom to his feet, Booker glared angrily at the onlookers. “Get out of our way, you fucking vultures,” he growled and wrapping his arm protectively around Tom’s shoulders, he shoved roughly through the crowd. When they were out of sight, he stopped and gazed at Hanson’s bloodied face. “I think we should get you seen by a doctor.”
Tom shook his head and his teary eyes pleaded with Dennis to understand his needs. “I’m f-fine, I just w-want to g-go home.”
Dennis knew that Tom was anything but fine. However, he did not want to add to his lover’s distress so he made the decision to take him home in the hope that he could talk him into seeing a doctor later on. “Okay,” he murmured quietly. “Let’s go home and get you cleaned up.”
They walked the remaining few blocks in silence with Booker keeping an eye on Tom for any signs of concussion. Entering the apartment, Dennis sat Hanson down and taking the first aid kit out of the kitchen cupboard, he squatted on the floor and gently cleaned up the blood that had dried on his lover’s face. He carefully assessed the large gash on Tom’s temple and once he was satisfied that it did not need stitches, he sat back on his haunches and gave his friend a measured look. “Do you want to tell me what you were doing out there?” he asked.
Fresh tears welled in Tom’s eyes and he wiped them away with a shaky hand. “I’m so sorry Dennis,” he mumbled. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.”
Dennis’ eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement. “Something nice for me?” he asked in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Sniffing loudly, Tom managed a watery smile. “I know how much you like donuts,” he replied in a quiet voice. “You used to eat them all the time at the Chapel and I wanted to surprise you and at the same time, I wanted to prove to you that I could leave the apartment. But when I got to the bakery, it was full of people and… I panicked.”
“Oh Jesus,” Dennis muttered and his face reddened as he remembered the harsh words he had shouted at Tom the night before. “I didn’t mean what I said about you never leaving the apartment. I only said it because we were fighting and I thought it was all forgotten once we... well… once we made up.”
Lowering his gaze, Tom clenched his fists into tight balls. “It’s not just that,” he mumbled. “I wanted to do something nice because I can’t give you what you want.”
“I don’t understand,” Booker responded in bewilderment. “What can’t you give me?”
Tom’s eyes filled with sadness. “Me,” he replied miserably. “I can’t give myself to you completely.”
A flicker of understanding passed across Booker’s face. “Oh baby,” he whispered. “Is that what this is all about?”
Tom nodded dejectedly. “I love you so much Dennis,” he confessed. “But I’m terrified of having sex with you. I’m terrified that I’ll have a flashback and our relationship will be ruined.”
Tears filled Dennis eyes and getting up from the floor, he sat down next to Tom and pulled him into his arms. “I love you too,” he murmured against Tom’s soft hair. “And it has nothing to do with sex. I admit it, I want to make love to you but I’d never pressure you into it. When you’re ready, you’ll let me know and then we’ll move on to the next phase of our relationship.”
When Tom did not reply, Booker tilted up his chin and gazed into his troubled eyes. “What does Doctor Pearce say about all this?” he asked carefully.
Tom’s cheeks flushed red and he looked away. “I haven’t talked to him about it,” he muttered.
Dennis’ eyebrows raised in surprise. “So he doesn’t know that you and I have already slept together?” he asked in astonishment. “Does he even know that I exist?”
Tom kept his eyes on the floor as he fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. “No,” he replied honestly. “I don’t know how to tell him.”
Booker stared at Tom in disbelief. “Are you embarrassed about what we’ve done?” he asked in an injured voice.
Not wanting to hurt Dennis any further, Tom shook his head. “Of course not,” he muttered. “But I don’t want to talk about it now, I’ve got a headache.”
Dennis’ mouth remained in a firm line but he decided to let the matter drop. Standing up, he gave Tom a weary look. “Go into the bedroom and get some sleep,” he instructed quietly. “I’ll wake you up in a couple of hours.”
Getting to his feet, Tom took hold of Dennis’ hand and squeezed his fingers. “Are we okay?” he asked in a small voice.
Booker managed a forced smile. “We’re fine,” he lied and turning away, he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
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