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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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Seven weeks later
Staring down at the vial of pills in his hand, Tom chewed absently at his lower lip. He had been in California for nearly two months and he had not found the transition easy. His and Doug’s relationship was strained at best and at its worst, they bickered constantly. Hanson knew that it was mostly his fault, Penhall had tried on various occasions to bury the hatchet but he was unwilling to let go of the animosity. Although he was grateful to Doug for taking him in, his loyalty remained with Dennis and until Penhall accepted Booker as his lover, he could not and would not forgive and forget. Dennis was the most important person in his life and sadly, the friendship he had shared with Doug was now just a distant memory.
With a heavy sigh, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and shook two capsules into his hand. Placing the vial on the kitchen counter, he placed the tablets on his tongue and swallowed them down with a drink of water. Doctor Farmer had prescribed the SSRIs to help with both his depression and his anxiety. However, it had taken over a month for him to feel any benefit from taking the drug and during that time, he had suffered a barrage of horrific side effects. His anxiety levels had actually increased and he had suffered from insomnia, uncontrollable tremors, sweating and acute nausea. It had been an emotionally harrowing time for him; he missed Dennis terribly and the feeling of abandonment played havoc with his moods. He felt completely alone whilst trying to cope as best he could with the effects that the antidepressants had on both his mind and body. Penhall had tried to be supportive but Tom had pushed him away, not wanting consolation from a man who still questioned his sexuality. So instead, he battled through it alone; his daily phone conversations with Dennis the only solace he had during the difficult time.
But as the weeks passed, the side effects lessened and he began to feel some benefits from taking the medication. His mood swings became less erratic and he often slept two or three nights in a row without suffering any nightmares. He felt calmer and more able to cope with daily tasks such as grocery shopping or visiting Doctor Farmer. His concerns that his libido would suffer proved to be unfounded; in fact, it now took him longer to reach an orgasm. Although somewhat frustrating, he preferred to suffer the side effect of delayed ejaculation rather than be impotent and unable to attain an orgasm at all. The sexual assaults had robbed him of so much and he needed to be able to achieve sexual pleasure because in his mind, he had little else left in his life. He had no job, no home and no real friends. His lover was living hundreds of miles away and his only real contact with the outside world was with his therapist.
Picking up the vial of tablets, he screwed on the cap and placed them in the kitchen drawer. His philosophy was out of sight, out of mind. He did not want the constant reminder that he needed drugs to function like a normal human being. Although he knew there was a strong probability that he would be on medication for the rest of his life, he held on to the slim hope that one day he would be able to live his life free of fear and without the need of treatment.
Slamming the drawer closed, he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He had a therapy appointment at ten o’clock and it was a fifteen-minute walk to the bus stop. He had refused to use his Mustang since returning to California and although Doug had protested profusely, he had signed the car over to his former friend. The car no longer meant anything to him; it was a part of his old life, a life that he barely remembered, a life that he no longer wanted to think about.
Turning on the faucet, he stepped under the warm flow of water and pulled the curtain protectively around the cubicle. The therapeutic spray helped to calm his jittery nerves as he played over in his mind what he wanted to say to Doctor Farmer. This was to be his tenth therapy session and he had made the decision that he could not procrastinate any longer.
Today would be the day that he would finally open up and confess his love for Dennis.
**
When Tom arrived home several hours later, he felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Contrary to his fears, Doctor Farmer had been extremely understanding and supportive when he had disclosed his feelings for Booker. The doctor had even allayed his fears that the rapes had somehow turned him gay. He had patiently explained to him that sexuality could not be defined into categories and that it was quite common to fall in love with a person of the same sex and yet have no other homosexual urges towards anyone else.
However, it was Richard Farmer’s final words that had moved Tom to tears. Love had nothing to do with ones sexuality; love was everything you felt in your heart and it was essentially blind. It was the need to protect, to comfort, to laugh, to share, to cry, to touch, to listen, to advise but most importantly, it was the overwhelming need to be with that person forever. Love was emotion, not physicality and it knew no prejudices.
Sitting down on the couch, Tom suddenly felt the urge to make things right with Doug because in truth, he missed their relationship. He wanted to explain to him everything that Doctor Farmer had said but he was afraid that he would not be able to do it so eloquently and that his clumsy attempt might do more harm than good. His feelings for Dennis were real and he wanted Penhall to understand and accept that he was the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. It was not a whim and he was not confused, he was simply in love.
Smiling to himself, he got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he actually felt hungry. He decided to make a sandwich and if he still felt high-spirited, he would walk down to the local pizza bar in the evening. Doug was not due home until the early hours of the following morning and he hoped that it would give him enough time to figure out what to say so that they could begin to repair their shattered relationship.
Taking out a loaf of bread, he began to sing quietly to himself. For the first time in months, he could honestly say that he felt happy.
**
A loud ringing pulled Tom from a deep sleep and reaching out his hand, he fumbled for the phone that sat on the coffee table next to the couch that served as his bed. When his fingers finally connected with the hard plastic receiver, he picked it up and pressed it to his ear. “Hello?” he mumbled sleepily.
“Hey Tommy,” Booker murmured down the phone. “Do you miss me?”
A lazy smile played over Tom’s lips and stretching out his cramped legs, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “You know I do,” he replied drowsily. “When are you coming to see me?”
“Soon baby,” Dennis promised. “Work’s a little crazy at the moment with all the new rules being implemented. But as soon as I can, I’ll take a few days off, okay?”
Tom’s lower lip pushed into a soft pout. “I guess,” he sighed in disappointment. “What about the transfer, have you heard anything?”
It was Booker’s turn to sigh. “Not yet,” he answered dejectedly. “I’ve filed the paperwork but we both know the bureaucracy involved. But don’t worry, they can’t ignore me forever. It’ll happen eventually.”
“Eventually could be next year,” Tom moaned gloomily. “I miss your touch… I miss your scent… I miss you.”
When Dennis spoke, his voice sounded breathless. “Are you alone?”
Tom’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Yes,” he replied softly. “Why?”
There was a long pause before Booker asked quietly, “Are you naked?”
A knowing grin formed on Tom’s lips. “No,” he chuckled. “Are you?”
“Yes,” Booker murmured and Tom immediately felt a stirring in his groin. When Dennis spoke again, his voice sounded low and husky. “Take off your boxers.”
Struggling out of his underwear, Tom’s breathing became heavy as he waited for instructions. Several seconds passed before Dennis finally spoke. “Do you want to get hard baby?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yesss,” Tom moaned and closing his eyes, he imagined that Booker was in the room. “Tell me what to do.”
Dennis licked his lips before replying. “I want you to lightly touch yourself and I want you to tell me how it feels,” he whispered.
Tom’s breathing intensified and lowering his hand, he brushed his fingers sensually over his growing erection. A soft moan escaped his lips and his back arched at the thrill of the sensation. “Oh God,” he breathed softly. “It feels so good.”
Heavy breathing sounded down the phone before Booker spoke again. “Are you hard?” he rasped.
“Fuck yeah,” Tom panted as his fingers traveled up and down his cock.
“Good,” Booker murmured seductively. “Now I want you to gently caress your cockhead.”
“Ohhh,” Tom groaned as he rubbed the weeping tip of his cock with his thumb. “Ohhh Dennis.”
“That’s it Tommy,” Booker whispered. “Say my name.”
“Oh Dennis… oh Dennis… oh Dennis,” Tom moaned breathlessly. “I need more.”
Dennis’ own cock ached to be touched and reaching down, he fondled his erection. “I’m stroking myself baby,” he panted heavily. “You make me so horny. Do you want to jerk off? I want to hear you jerking off… but do it slowly, I want it to last.”
“Yesss!” Tom hissed and wrapping his fingers around his cock, he began to tug. “Oh Dennis… oh fuck… oh… oh… oh…”
“Does it feel good?” Dennis moaned as he worked his fingers over his erection. “Can you imagine me touching you?”
“God yes!” Tom groaned excitedly as his body squirmed beneath his own touch. “I’m so hard Dennis! I’m so fucking hard!”
“Do you want to jerk faster?” Booker gasped as his own hand began to pump rapidly over his leaking cock. “Do you want to come?”
“YES!” Tom cried out as his pace increased. “I wanna come… I wanna come… I wanna come!”
“Tell me you love me,” Dennis panted excitedly.
“I love you!”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you!”
“Tell me you need me.”
“I NEED you! Oh God Dennis I need you!”
“Pull harder,” Booker groaned loudly. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Ohhh… ohhh… ohhh…” Tom gasped. “Oh God… oh God… oh Dennis I’m coming… I’m coming… oh fuck… oh fuck… oh DENNIS!”
Warm semen shot forcefully over Tom’s stomach and coated his fingers. Seconds later, he heard Dennis’ ecstatic cry as his orgasm hit hard and fast and then there was only the sound of heavy panting as both men basked in the afterglow of their release.
Minutes passed before Tom opened his eyes and a slow grin spread across his face. He could still hear Dennis’ heavy breathing and his heart swelled with love. Wiping his fingers on his discarded boxers, he sat up and ran a trembling hand through his tousled hair. “That was fucking amazing,” he murmured.
“Yeah,” Booker chuckled. “Who would have thought phone sex could be so good?”
Tom’s grin widened. “Don’t get any ideas,” he replied. “I want the real thing next time.”
“That’s a promise,” Booker responded quietly. “I hate being away from you Tommy but it’s for the best, you do understand that don’t you?”
Exhaling heavily, Tom leaned back and rested his head on the back of the couch. “I know,” he muttered. “But I can’t help it Dennis, I miss you.”
“I miss you too baby,” Booker replied. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay,” Tom sighed. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” Dennis whispered and the phone went dead.
Hanging up the receiver, Tom picked up his boxers and padded into the bathroom. Pulling his sweaty t-shirt over his head, he tossed both items into the hamper and turned on the shower. The phone sex had been exhilarating and completely unexpected but it had also heightened his feelings of loneliness. Knowing that he was hundreds of miles away from Booker caused a physical pain in his heart and he longed for the day when he could once again, feel his lover’s touch.
**
A soft voice calling his name pulled Tom from a light sleep. Sitting up, he saw Doug sitting on the arm of the couch, a worried frown creasing his forehead. He immediately squinted against the harsh light of the overhead globe as he ran his fingers through his hair. “What time is it?” he mumbled.
“It’s still early,” Penhall muttered. “I’m sorry Tom, I didn’t want to wake you but I think you need to hear this.”
Swinging his legs over the side of the couch, Tom stood up. “For fuck’s sake Penhall, don’t start,” he snapped. “Can we at least go one day without an argument?”
“This isn’t about Booker,” Doug started but he immediately stopped and shook his head. “No, actually it is, but not in the way you think.”
Tom was in no mood to play games. It had been a good day and he was feeling on top of the world. The last thing he needed was Penhall ruining his happy disposition. A heavy scowl marred his features and he glowered at his ex colleague. “So what is it now?” he asked angrily. “What else is it about Booker that you have a problem with?”
Despite Tom’s harsh words, Doug’s dark eyes remained full of compassion. “Hanson, I have to tell you something and it’s something you’re not going to want to hear. It’s about the video tape of you and Booker.”
Tom’s fists clenched into tight balls. “Jesus Christ Doug,” he seethed through gritted teeth. “Why can’t you—”
“The tape’s in circulation!” Penhall revealed in a rush of words. “Bentley made copies and they’re being sold underground.”
Tom’s legs began to shake and sitting down heavily on the couch, he stared at Doug with wide eyes. “W-What?”
Penhall rubbed a trembling hand across his jaw. “I got a phone call from Harry, he works in vice now. The tape was seized during a raid. He saw it and—”
“He saw it!” Tom cried out in horror. “Oh my God! Oh God… oh God… oh God…” As panic squeezed his chest, he began to hyperventilate and as his agitation increased, his world once again came crashing down around him.
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