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Well, this is the final chapter. I hope you have enjoyed my story, please feel free to review and thanks for reading :)
Four months later

Every time Booker heard footsteps outside his locked cell, he lowered his book and stared at the door. He was due for release that day and he was anxious to get out of the overcrowded county jail that had been his home for the last two months. When two officers had visited Hanson at the Bedford Psychiatric Center to question him about the attack, he had flatly refused to press charges. But the police and the prosecutor decided that they had enough evidence and Dennis found himself charged with assault causing actual bodily harm. He had originally been looking at a sentence of six months but because it was his first offence and he had an exemplary record when he was a police officer, the judge had been lenient. Dennis knew he was extremely lucky that he had only received a two-month term and he made the decision to keep a low profile whilst in jail so that he could pass his time without incident.
Hanson had entered Bedfords the day after Dennis had seen him in the hospital. At Tom’s request, Booker had not visited the center but they had stayed in contact by phone and letter. Tom described his treatment sessions with Doctor Campbell and his hopes for the future once his sixty-day commitment was over. He explained that he was still in touch with the Turners and with Gerald Cooper and that they both wanted him back once he felt he was ready. For Dennis, it was a double-edged sword. He was happy to hear Tom sounding so positive about his future but he found every day a struggle knowing that it would be months before he could be with his lover again.
As fate would have it, Booker’s sentencing occurred two days before Hanson’s release date. Once he received his judgment, Dennis had notified Doctor Henry Campbell so that he could pass the news onto Tom. A few weeks later, Booker had received a letter from Hanson expressing his sorrow about his jail term. Dennis was pleased that his lover had not alluded to any feelings of guilt over his incarceration. But because he did not want Tom visiting him in jail, it had now been four months since they had seen each other.
Hearing the key turn in the lock, Dennis sat up on his bed. “Looks like this is it,” his cellmate called out from the bunk above. “You lucky bastard.”
The door opened and a young officer motioned at Dennis. “Grab your stuff Booker, it’s time to go.”
Dennis did not need telling twice. Climbing from the bed, he picked up the brown paper bag that held his belongings. Reaching up, he shook his cellmate’s hand. “Take care Gonzalez,” he said with a smile. “It’s been hell knowing you.”
Gonzalez threw back his head and roared with laughter. “You too Booker, you son-of-a-bitch,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye. “Now get out of here and go take care of that boy of yours.”
Grinning happily, Dennis followed Officer Talbot through the winding maze of corridors and into the administration building. The officer behind the counter handed him the remainder of his belongings and after signing several pages of paperwork, he was finally free to leave.
Stepping out into the warm LA sunshine, Booker breathed in a deep lungful of air. Although polluted by car fumes, it smelt like paradise after his two-month incarceration with hundreds of sweaty men. Turning his head in search of a cab, he froze when he saw Tom leaning against his Cadillac, his arms folded casually in front of him. He stared at the man who after so many years and so much anguish, still caused his heart to flutter and tears of joy filled his eyes. Walking rapidly over to the car, he dropped his bag and pulled Hanson into his arms. The feeling of Tom’s arms wrapping protectively around his body was too much and he started to weep. “Oh baby,” he sobbed against Tom’s neck. “Oh God I’ve missed you!”
Tom squeezed Dennis tightly. “I’ve missed you too,” he breathed into Dennis’ hair. Releasing his hold, he placed his hands on Booker’s hips and stared deep into his eyes. For several moments they stood silently gazing at each other before Tom tilted his head forward and pressed his lips against Dennis’. Booker moaned, and parting his lips, his tongue sought out Tom’s and they kissed passionately. Moving his hands down to Hanson’s buttocks, Dennis pulled him in close so their bodies were as one. Feeling Hanson pressed against him, he squeezed his lover’s cheeks and drew him in even closer. He could feel Tom’s hardness pushing against his own swelling erection and he moaned softly, his body wanting more, needing more.
Realizing that one of them needed to take control or they would find themselves charged with lewd conduct, Tom broke the kiss and stepped backwards, his chest rising and falling heavily. Grinning at Dennis’ sulky pout, Hanson pressed his lips softly against the protruding flesh and kissed him tenderly before again pulling away. “You should go to jail more often,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “That was some kiss.”
Smiling broadly, Dennis grabbed hold of Tom and pulling him back into his arms, he kissed him again. When they once again broke apart, he ran his fingers lightly through Tom’s hair and studied his face. “God Tommy,” he murmured. “You look great.”
Rubbing the back of his head self-consciously, Tom grinned. “Maybe it’s ‘cause I feel great.” Taking time to study Booker, Hanson’s eyes traveled up and down his lover’s toned body and he licked his lips seductively. “Have you been working out?” he asked playfully. “Because I don’t remember you looking this hot.”
“Asshole,” Dennis laughed, playfully punching Tom on the arm.
Tom reached into his pocket, pulled out a set of car keys and handed them to Booker. “I hope you don’t mind but I still had a key to your apartment and I wanted to surprise you.”
Taking the keys, Dennis turned them over in his hand before giving them back to Tom. “Why don’t you drive,” he replied cheerfully. “I kind of like the thought of you chauffeuring me around.”
Hanson opened the driver’s door. “Don’t get used to it,” he shot back with a grin. “I like it better when you’re taking care of me.”
Once seated in the car, Tom turned to Dennis. “So, where to?” he asked. “Do you want to get something to eat?”
“Home,” Dennis replied quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment but feeling that he needed to be the one to say what they were both thinking. “I think maybe we should sit down and talk.”
Tom’s lips twitched into an uncertain smile. “I guess,” he sighed, saddened that practical matters had to spoil their happy reunion. But he knew Dennis was right, they did need to discuss their future and the sooner they did it, the sooner they would both know where they stood.
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Stopping at the local convenience store, Tom waited in the car whilst Dennis picked up a few essentials, including two six-packs of beer. As they drove the short distance to the apartment, Hanson shot a furtive glance in Booker’s direction. He thought his friend looked uneasy and suddenly he began to feel nervous about having the talk. Although confident that Dennis wanted to continue their relationship, Tom wondered if his recent incarceration had changed his feelings towards him in any way.
Pulling into the underground car park, Tom shut down the engine and handed the keys to Dennis. They both grabbed a bag of groceries and Booker picked up the brown bag containing his belongings. Both men were abnormally quiet as they caught the lift up to the fourth floor. Dennis unlocked his apartment door and walked in, followed closely by Tom. Placing the groceries and his belongings on top of the kitchen counter, Booker gazed around his apartment. “It looks bigger than I remember,” he said with a smile.
Tom felt some of the tension ease between them and putting down the bag he was carrying, he stood behind Dennis and circled his arms around his lover’s waist. “That’s ‘cause you’ve been stuck in a six by eight foot jail cell with some sweaty guy whose name was probably Tiny,” he murmured in Booker’s ear.
Turning around, Dennis gazed into Tom’s dark eyes and grinned. “Jealous?” he asked, his eyebrows rising mockingly.
“Maybe,” Tom replied sulkily, his fingers traveling lightly down Booker’s toned stomach. “He got to see you naked every day for two months.” Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against Dennis’ full pout. “I’ve missed you,” he breathed softly. “I’ve dreamed about you every night.”
Dennis moaned as he imagined Tom lying on his bed thinking about him whilst he brought himself to a forceful, vocal release. His mouth found Tom’s and he kissed him slowly and tenderly for several minutes before pulling apart. “You’re distracting me,” he laughed softly, his fingers giving Hanson’s buttock a playful pinch. “C’mon, let’s grab a beer and talk.”
Tom sighed resignedly and sat down on the couch. Dennis walked into the kitchen and twisted off the caps of two beers. Carrying them back into the living room, he handed one to Hanson and sat down beside him. They clinked bottles and both men took a long swig of the cool, refreshing ale. Cradling his beer in his lap, Dennis smiled reassuringly at his lover. “Don’t look so worried Tom,” he said quietly.
“I am worried,” Tom muttered, his eyes gazing at the floor. When Dennis did not answer, he lifted his head and stared into his friend’s eyes. “I don’t want to lose you again, not now that we’ve come so far.”
Reaching out a hand, Dennis brushed Tom’s hair from his eyes. “You’re not going to lose me baby,” he murmured softly. “I just want to talk about our future together, that’s all.”
“But why?” Tom replied obstinately. “Every time we micro plan our future we end up fucking it up. Why can’t we just take it day by day like every other couple does when they’re getting to know each other.”
Booker sighed impatiently. “Because we already know each other Tom, that’s the problem. We’ve been starting and stopping this relationship for nearly two years and I can’t keep living like this. This time I want to do it right.”
“Meaning?” Hanson asked quietly, his eyes searching Booker’s face.
A red flush stained Dennis’ cheeks and he lowered his eyes self-consciously. “I want to go to couples counseling with you,” he muttered in a low voice.
Before he could stop himself, Tom burst out laughing. Seeing Dennis’ mortified expression, he quickly composed himself and pulled his lover into a tight embrace. “Is that all?” he asked, unable to keep the merriment out of his voice. “Jesus Christ Dennis, I thought it was something serious.”
Pulling away, Dennis gave Tom a sulky look. “It is serious,” he responded. “I want our relationship to work.”
Suppressing his laughter, Hanson managed to bring himself back under control. “So do I Dennis and I think counseling is a great idea,” he replied enthusiastically.
Booker’s eyes widened in surprise. “You do?”
“Of course I do!” Tom exclaimed with a grin. “God Dennis, we’ve been through so much together but this time we’ve got a real chance at a stable relationship. I’ll do anything you ask if it means we stay together.”
Rubbing his fingers over his lips, Dennis cast his eyes downwards for a moment before looking deep into Tom’s eyes. “And you’ll keep having therapy with Doctor Campbell?” he asked quietly.
Nodding his head, Tom remained silent for a moment before tilting his head on one side and giving Dennis an inquiring look. “That’s not all is it?” he coaxed softly. “Tell me what’s really bothering you.”
Dennis fidgeted awkwardly in his seat. He wanted to be honest with Tom but he was scared of upsetting him. Chewing nervously on his thumb, he gave his lover an uneasy grin. “I want to make love to you Tommy,” he muttered, his eyes not quite able to meet Tom’s expectant stare. “But I’m terrified, especially now with the trial looming and all the bad memories it is going to dredge up for you. I’m worried I’m going to trigger some traumatic flashback if you and I have sex and I’d never forgive myself if I caused you another breakdown.”
Tom spent several minutes absorbing Booker’s words before placing his beer on the coffee table and shifting his position so he could pull Dennis into his arms. “I’ve had extensive therapy with Doctor Campbell Dennis,” he replied softly. “We’ve discussed Nathaniel Smith and the impact the trial is likely to have on me and he’s going to be by my side every step of the way to help me through it.”
When he did not receive a reply, Tom placed his fingers under Booker’s chin and tilted his face towards him, kissing his lover tenderly. “I want you to make love to me,” he confided in a whisper, his lips gently brushing against Dennis’ mouth. “It’s all I’ve dreamed about for the last four months.”
Booker felt his stomach flip and he moaned against Hanson’s open mouth. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he murmured as his hand traveled over Tom’s body and he nipped and sucked at his lower lip.
“Yes,” Tom breathed. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Taking Tom by the hand, Dennis led him into the bedroom. As he gazed at his lover, his eyes grew black with desire and he could feel his cock swelling. Taking hold of the bottom of Tom’s t-shirt, he slowly pulled it over his head. Tom kicked off his boots and clumsily pulled off his socks, making Dennis laugh quietly. Pulling Hanson close, Booker kissed him passionately, their tongues clashing fervently as their arousal intensified. Desperate to feel naked skin, Tom ripped at Dennis’ t-shirt before finally managing to pull it off. Their hands ran hungrily over each other’s bodies as Booker reached down and removed his sneakers and socks. Dropping his head, he sucked at the flesh between Tom’s neck and collarbone whilst his fingers nimbly unbuttoned his jeans. Taking hold of the zipper, he carefully pulled it down and let the denims fall around Tom’s ankles. Hanson stepped out of the material, moaning excitedly as Dennis slipped his hands inside his boxers and squeezed his buttocks. With trembling fingers, Tom fumbled with the fasteners on Dennis jeans, eventually managing to unbutton and unzip the faded denims. Booker quickly kicked them away and maneuvered Tom towards the bed.
Falling down onto the mattress, Tom lay back against the pillows and gazed at Dennis with large, trusting eyes. Smiling reassuringly, Dennis slowly removed Hanson’s boxers and tossed them onto the floor. Dropping to all fours, he knelt over his lover and kissed him tenderly. As they gently nipped and sucked at each other’s mouths, Tom’s hands found the waistband of Dennis’ boxers and he slowly lowered them. Reaching around, Booker pulled them off and threw them across the room. Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at his lover. “God I love you,” he breathed, his fingers lightly brushing Tom’s hair from his eyes.
Tom’s eyes gazed back with longing. “Touch me,” he moaned, his fingers lightly trailing over Dennis’ erect cock. “Please Dennis, touch me.”
Gently removing Tom’s hand from his erection, Dennis smiled playfully. “Uh-uh, no touching,” he admonished teasingly. “I want to play with you first.”
Groaning with pleasure, Tom’s eyes grew black as his pupils dilated with arousal. “Kiss it,” he begged in a low voice. “Please kiss it.”
Sitting back on his haunches, Dennis lightly wrapped his hand around the base of Tom’s cock. Licking at his lips, he slowly ducked his head and pressed his mouth softly against the tip of Hanson’s cockhead. Crying out in pleasure, Tom’s hips thrust forward and his fingers tangled in Dennis hair. “Again,” he moaned. “Oh God Dennis, kiss it again.”
Dennis did as Tom asked and as his lover’s body squirmed beneath him, he swirled his tongue around the weeping slit. “Suck me,” Tom implored, his hips thrusting off the bed and his fingers ripping painfully at Dennis’ hair. “Oh please Dennis! Please!”
Lowering his head, Dennis took Tom completely, running his mouth up and down Tom’s erection whilst gently tugging at his scrotum. He could feel Hanson’s body trembling beneath him and he lifted his head and grinned impishly down at his lover. “I don’t want you to come yet,” he murmured, his hand lightly stroking Tom’s inner thigh. “I want to make this last.”
Gently moving his fingers down the scarred skin, Dennis delicately touched Hanson’s perineum. Tom gasped as a shock of pleasure ran through his body. Encouraged by the reaction, Booker leaned over and brushed his lips against Tom’s open mouth. “Do you want me to use my finger?” he asked softly as he continued to rub his fingertips lightly over the sensitive area of skin.
“Yesss!” Tom hissed, his body writhing beneath Booker’s touch. “I wanna feel you inside me.”
Booker’s eyes lit up with excitement and he licked and sucked at Tom’s throat before sitting up and opening his bedside drawer. He immediately found what he was looking for and he smiled down at Tom. “You set the pace baby,” he murmured as he opened the tube of lubrication. “We can stop anytime you want.”
Nodding his head, Tom watched as Dennis squirted a large dollop of lube onto his fingers. Tossing the tube onto the bed, Dennis once again began to rub his index finger over Hanson’s perineum. When he felt his lover’s body relax, he circled his finger around the puckered skin of Hanson’s anus. He could feel Tom’s body trembling and he leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he murmured against his lips.
“I’m ready,” Tom whispered, his voice sounding low and husky.
Kneeling back up, Dennis gazed lovingly into Tom’s eyes. “Breathe in baby,” he instructed softly. When Tom took a breath, Dennis again rested his fingertip against Tom’s hole. “Now breathe out,” he murmured. Tom exhaled and Dennis gently pushed the tip of his finger inside. “Again,” Booker encouraged and when Tom let out a jagged breath, he pushed in a little further. He slowly began to circle his finger in a clockwise direction and each rotation relaxed the tight rings of muscle inside Tom’s body. After several minutes, he carefully slid his finger out and back in again as he bent forward and kissed Tom lovingly. When he had gained full access, he found Tom’s prostate and he gently began to massage the gland. He heard Tom gasp and he smiled against his lover’s mouth. “Can you feel it baby?” he asked softly.
“Oh God,” Tom panted, his body writhing in pleasure. “It feels so fucking good!”
Dennis trailed his mouth down Tom’s torso, stopping to lap and kiss at the scars covering his belly. Sitting up, he could see that Tom’s cock was weeping heavily. He withdrew his finger and leaning forward, he brushed his lips over Tom’s seductive pout.
Hanson lifted his head off the pillow and nipped lovingly at Dennis’ lower lip. “I love you Dennis,” he whispered, his dark eyes heavy with longing. “I want you to make love to me.”
Booker felt his body start to tremble. This was the moment he had dreamed about since first meeting Hanson. As he gazed down at his lover, tears filled his eyes. “Oh baby,” he murmured. “I love you too.”
They kissed again, slowly but passionately before Dennis sat up and again rummaged through his bedside drawer. This time he pulled out a box of condoms and taking out a packet, he ripped it open. Tom reached out his hand and taking the rubber from Booker’s fingers, he expertly rolled it onto his lover’s erect cock. Once Booker was sheathed, Tom pulled him forward for another kiss before whispering in his ear. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Dennis groaned and he reached over and grabbed a pillow. “Lift your hips,” he instructed and he placed the cushion underneath Tom’s body. Picking up the tube of lubrication, he coated the condom liberally before reapplying more of the oil around Hanson’s hole. He maneuvered his body into position and Tom wrapped his legs around his waist. Pressing his cock against Tom’s opening, he could hear heavy breathing and he gazed down at the man who meant everything to him. “Ready?” he asked softly.
Grasping the top of Dennis’ arms, Tom’s eyes gazed back trustingly and he nodded. Booker slowly pushed inside Tom’s entrance, taking his time so as not to cause any pain. He heard Hanson’s sharp intake of breath and he drew out slightly before again pushing carefully back in. Tom’s fingernails bit into his flesh as he pulled out and pushed back in, this time gaining full access. Taking a deep breath, he slowly rocked his hips forward and backwards, opening Tom up with each gentle thrust. “Tell me when you feel it baby,” he moaned, using all of his self control to keep from slamming his cock forcefully in and out of Hanson’s tight passage. He knew he needed to control his fervor and treat Tom gently. It was important to him that Hanson experience the gentle art of lovemaking and not the violent act he had become accustomed to over the last few years.
Tom’s eyes suddenly widened. “There,” he moaned loudly. “Oh God Dennis… Oh God!” Dennis’ pace quickened now that he knew he had found Tom’s pleasure spot. Increasing his thrusts, he moaned as he witnessed the delight on Tom’s face. “Harder,” Hanson groaned. “Oh fuck… oh Jesus…”
“Are you going to come for me baby?” Dennis panted as he moved in and out of Tom’s body.
“Oh yes… oh yes… oh yes…” Tom gasped, his nails ripping down Booker’s arm. “Oh Dennis… I’m close… I’m close!”
“Do you want me to touch you?” Booker whispered, his breath rasping in his throat at the sight of Tom writhing beneath him.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Tom cried out. “OH FUCK! OH DENNIS! OH GOD!”
Supporting himself on one arm, Dennis began to thrust his cock deep into Tom’s willing body. Reaching down, he found Hanson’s erection and wrapping his fingers around the hard shaft, he tugged lightly.
“FUUUCK!” Tom screamed and his legs squeezed tightly around Booker’s waist as his orgasm hit hard and fast.
Semen coated Dennis’ fingers, the sensation pushing him over the edge and he began to pound in and out of Tom’s thrashing body. “Oh God… Oh Tommy… Oh Tommy… OH TOMMEEE!” he yelled and he ejaculated forcefully as he pushed his cock deep inside Tom. His arm gave way and he collapsed heavily on top of his lover. Finding Hanson’s mouth, he kissed him roughly whilst he continued to shudder out his release. As his cock softened, he slowed the kiss before pulling away and gazing down into Hanson’s soft, brown eyes. “Jesus,” he murmured, his breath heaving in his chest.
Tom ran his fingernails lightly up and down Dennis’ back. “Mmm,” he replied softly.
Dennis laughed quietly. “Is that all you’ve got to say?” he asked teasingly, his hand gently brushing Tom’s hair from his eyes.
Hanson’s lower lip pouted seductively. “Sex makes me sleepy,” he muttered, his eyelids growing heavy.
Withdrawing from Tom’s body, Booker pulled off the condom and threw it to the floor. Rolling onto his side, he gathered his lover into his arms and held him close. “Go to sleep then baby,” he murmured as he gently stroked Tom’s hair. “And when you wake up, we can start planning the rest of our lives together.”
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