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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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A heavy silence hung in the air as Dennis stared back at Tom in disbelief. The video tape had always been the elephant in the room, the topic that had caused Tom the most heartache and yet here he was, holding the images of his shame in his hand and asking him to watch the shocking event in the comfort of his own living room. Beads of sweat glistened on Booker’s forehead and he ran a shaky hand across his brow. He was speechless, too shocked by the current events to utter any sound. Instead, he continued to fix his stare on Tom’s flushed face as a thousand thoughts whirled madly around in his mind.
Unable to witness the shock on Booker’s face any longer, Tom lowered his gaze and standing up, he hugged the offending video to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “It was a stupid idea. Of course you don’t want to watch it when all it’s going to do is bring back bad memories for you. You’ve moved on, I get it now. I won’t contact you again.”
As he walked from the room towards the front door, he heard Dennis mutter a barely audible command. “Wait.”
Turning back around, he lifted his gaze and stood waiting expectantly for Booker to speak. A minute passed, then two and just as he was about to turn and walk away for a second time, he heard Dennis’ voice. “I can’t do this now, I need time to think.”
Walking further into the room, Tom stood in front of Dennis’ chair. “I don’t want to pressure you,” he murmured in a soft voice. “Take as much time as you need to make your decision.” Reaching into his pocket, he handed his friend a piece of paper on which he had scrawled the name and number of the YMCA where he was staying. “Call me when you know what you want to do.”
Nodding his head, Booker took the piece of paper and laid it on the coffee table. Gazing up into Tom’s face, he let out a sigh. “Does the doctor really think this will help you?” he asked.
Shoving his free hand deep into the pocket of his jeans, Tom shrugged his shoulders. “He thinks I need to see the tape rather than keep imagining what’s on it,” he replied. “He thinks what I’m imagining is worse than how it really was.”
Dennis raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Do you think he’s right?” he queried, curious to know what Tom’s answer would be.
“I don’t know,” Tom whispered truthfully. “I’m scared because I have no idea what it’s going to look like. I’ve learned to accept that it happened and I’ve learned to accept that people have watched it but I’m still terrified that it will ruin the feelings I have for you. If I see fear on my face, that is what I will always remember and everything else that we’ve done together sexually, all the times when we found love and comfort in each other’s arms will forever be tainted by the one act that neither of us had any control over.”
Hanson’s words moved Dennis to tears but he quickly blinked them away. He needed time alone to think about what Tom was asking him to do. Once viewed, the images on the tape would forever remain within his memory and he wanted his decision to be the right one. Standing up, he managed a small smile. “Give me a day to think about it,” he requested. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Tom nodded his head. “Thanks,” he replied with a half smile. “Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”
It was not until after Hanson had left that Dennis wondered what his final statement meant.
**
26 hours later
Standing on the porch of Dennis’ house, Tom closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath before ringing the doorbell. He had received Booker’s phone call two hours before, asking him to come over so that they could discuss the tape. It was an ambiguous request and he did not know if Dennis had decided to watch the video or if he just wanted to talk about it. The uncertainty of Booker’s request made knowing how to proceed difficult. He was unsure whether to bring the tape to the house or not and he spent an hour fretting over what to do. However, in the end he decided that there would be no harm in bringing the tape and if Dennis did not want to watch it, he would then decide whether to watch it on his own or abandon the idea completely.
Hearing footsteps from inside the house, he gripped the tape firmly in his hand and tried to calm his nerves. When the door opened, he tried to gauge Booker’s demeanor but all he could ascertain from his friend’s expression was that he looked as nervous as he himself felt. Managing a small smile, he followed Dennis into the living room and sitting down, he placed the tape next to him on the couch.
An uncomfortable silence followed before Dennis leaned back in his easy chair and gave his ex lover a genuine smile. “It’s good to see you again,” he commented. “I’m sorry that I was so aloof yesterday. You turning up here was a bit of a shock.”
Tom immediately relaxed and returned the smile. “I guess I should have called first,” he apologized. “But I was terrified you’d hang up on me. I figured it would be harder to ignore me if I was standing on your doorstep.”
Booker laughed. “Typical,” he joked. “You always could be a stubborn bastard.”
Hanson’s brown eyes filled with emotion. “Maybe the old me is finally breaking through,” he murmured quietly. “Maybe I’m finally starting to put the past two years behind me.”
Getting out of his chair, Dennis moved forward and perched on the couch next to Tom. The video tape wrapped in brown paper lay on the cushion between them and he glanced at it for a moment before reaching out and laying a hand on Tom’s knee. “I hope so Tommy,” he stated quietly. “And if you think watching this video will help you even more, then I’m willing to do it.”
Tom’s expression turned to one of surprise. “Really?” he asked in disbelief. “Jesus Dennis, I don’t know how to thank—”
“Don’t thank me,” Booker interrupted quickly. “It wasn’t an easy decision and you need to know that I’m not only doing this for you Tom, I’m doing it for me too. I realized last night after you’d left that I’m still carrying around emotional baggage that I thought I’d let go. But I haven’t, all I’ve done is bury it deep inside me and I think I need to do this so that I can truly put the last few years behind me too. I need to move on. I need to live my life here in Sacramento free of the past.”
“Oh,” Tom replied and he gave his friend an injured look. “I see.”
Dennis gave Tom’s leg a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry if you thought that we might get back together,” he stated quietly. “But Tommy, I really don’t think that’s going to happen. You’ll always have a special place in my heart but I don’t think our relationship is healthy.”
Shifting further across the couch so that he dislodged Booker’s hand, Tom turned and gave him a hard stare. “I didn’t come here to try and coerce you into getting back together with me,” he replied stiffly. “I came here because I thought you were my friend and as a friend, you’d want to help me.”
Exhaling heavily, Booker slouched back against the couch and ran his fingers through his hair. “I am trying to help you,” he retorted in a tone filled with frustration. “I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
“There is no wrong idea,” Tom sighed. “I can’t help the way I feel Dennis; I love you and I won’t pretend that I don’t. I just wanted you to know that and what you decide to do with that information is up to you. I know I can’t make you love me and I swear to you on my father’s grave that the only reason I came here is because Doctor Farmer suggested it; there was never any ulterior motive. Never. I’m here because I need to learn to put behind me everything that Bentley did to us. I’m here because like you, I need closure.”
The words I love you caused Dennis’ heart to flutter and his hands began to tremble with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Suddenly he did not feel so confident in his decision to keep Tom out of his life and all of the feelings he had ever had for the man sitting next to him came rushing to the surface in a flood of pure emotion. Looking down at the brown paper package lying between them, he thought back to their time in the warehouse together and he knew that he would never find another man who knew him as intimately as what Tom did. They had been through hell together but against the odds, they had survived. It had not been easy and neither of them would ever be the same as they had been two years ago but through it, they had gained an unbreakable friendship and it was only now as he sat staring at the video that he realized that it was foolish to keep Tom at a distance. Tom was a part of his soul, he had helped to sculpture the new Dennis Booker out of the fragments of the old and his friendship was more valuable to him than anything else in his life. Without Tom, he was not complete; he was just a mere shadow of his true self. Tom brought out the very best and the very worst in him and that was what made him whole. That was what made him Dennis Booker.
Reaching out, he picked up the video and turned it over in his hands. Without speaking, he tore off the wrapping and after screwing it into a ball, he threw it onto the coffee table. Standing up on shaky legs, he walked over to the VCR. He switched on the television then hesitated for a moment before pushing the tape into the slot and picking up the remote control. When he turned back around, he gave Tom a serious look. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked in a trembling voice. “Because once we see it, there’s no going back.”
Swallowing deeply, Tom nodded his head. “I have to see it,” he whispered as his eyes misted over. “If I don’t, I think my imagination will slowly drive me mad.”
Keeping a measurable distance from Tom, Dennis sat back down on the couch. “Ready?” he asked in a tense voice.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Tom muttered and Dennis noticed that his fists had clenched into such tight balls that his knuckles shone white through his skin. “Turn it on.”
Booker pressed the play button on the remote and held his breath in anticipation for what was to come. He was shocked when a single word flashed onto the screen and he cringed in embarrassment when he saw that the title of the movie was COPulation. Seconds passed before the title slowly faded and Tom’s terrified face came into view. He heard Tom’s sharp intake of breath beside him and instinctively, he reached out his hand and laid it on top of his friend’s clenched fist. The camera panned back and it was Booker’s turn to gasp when he saw himself kneeling at the end of the bed, his arousal obvious by his large erection. Shame burned at his cheeks and he quickly snatched his hand away but seconds later, he felt Tom’s fingers entwining in his own. His breathing became shallow as he watched himself bend up Tom’s knees and begin to touch him intimately. Watching the scene unfold, he immediately became aroused and his cock strained against the tightness of his jeans. He could hear Tom’s heavy breathing beside him as they both stared at the TV screen and firm fingers squeezed his own as their coupling began.
“Oh Jesus,” Tom whispered.
Hearing Tom’s voice, Dennis turned his head and he was surprised to see that his friend’s face was as flushed as his own and that his eyes were as wide as saucers. “Tommy, are you okay?” he asked quietly.
Tom could not take his eyes off the screen as he watched Booker gently making love to him. Tears blurred his vision and he choked back a sob. It was not the horror story he had expected to see. Dennis was so tender and loving and they both appeared to be completely oblivious to anyone else being in the room. Irrespective of the fact that his wrists were trussed to the bed, to anyone watching, it was a beautiful visual display of two men coming together as one. It was not fucking, it was not even pornographic; it was passionate and yet sensual, erotic yet pure. As Tom continued to watch, he was amazed to see that their eyes remained locked right up until the moment when Dennis had murmured the words “Come for me baby,” and he had climaxed hard and fast from the double stimulation. His eyes remained fixed on the television screen as he watched Booker’s face contort with pleasure as he reached his orgasm and moments later, the screen went blank.
The sound of heavy breathing filled the room and turning his head, Tom gazed at Booker’s flushed face. His own erection ached to be touched and casting a look down at Dennis’ lap, he could see a large bulge straining at the denim of his jeans. As he turned to look away, Dennis’ eyes caught his and they gazed at each other silently for several moments. Suddenly realizing that he was still grasping Dennis’ hand, he started to pull away but strong fingers held him firm as dark eyes bore into his soul.
“Dennis,” he murmured but his words were stifled as soft lips pressed against his own. He moaned in pleasure at the contact, his tongue expertly parting the full lips to gain access to Dennis’ hot mouth. They kissed passionately, their tongues dancing together like long lost lovers. Needing more, he pushed Booker back against the cushions and lying on top of him, he ground his erection against the hard mound beneath him.
Dennis groaned loudly and grasping hold of Tom’s buttocks, he increased the friction between them as their tongues clashed fervently. Their actions were clumsy, almost adolescent in their need to find release but it had the desired effect and moments later, Tom cried out against Dennis’ mouth as his orgasm hit. Seconds later, Dennis’ hips rocked forward and he pulled Tom against him as he ejaculated into his boxers.
Once again, heavy breathing rent the room and lifting his head, Tom grinned awkwardly. “Shit,” he murmured. “That hasn’t happened since…”
A feeling of déjà vu washed over both men as they remembered the last time it had happened. It had been the day of their bail hearing and they had found comfort in each other’s arms. It had been their first contact since Bentley had forced them to make the video and they had joked about feeling like teenagers. Immediately another memory from that day popped into Tom’s mind and he quietly echoed the exact same words. “Fuck, what the hell does this mean?”
Gently pushing Tom away from him, Booker sat up and ran a trembling hand through his hair. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “Jesus Tommy, I really don’t know.”
Climbing from the couch, Tom pulled off his jacket and tied it around his waist, effectively hiding the stain on the front of his jeans. “I think I should go,” he stated quietly.
Standing up, Dennis took hold of Tom’s hand. “But you’re not leaving Sacramento?” he asked in a worried voice. “I really think we need to sit down and talk.”
A small smile played over Tom’s lips. “No, I’m not leaving Sacramento, at least not yet. How about lunch tomorrow, say midday?”
Booker sighed with relief. “It’s a date,” he murmured softly. “I’ll pick you up.”
Walking over to the VCR, Tom ejected the tape and held it in his hand. Neither man spoke about what the tape meant to them nor did Dennis ask what Tom was going to do with it. There was so much to say but now was not the time to say it.
“Okay,” Tom muttered. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow,” Dennis replied quietly. When he heard the front door open and close, he remained standing silently for another few minutes before walking up stairs to his bedroom. He spent the rest of the night staring sightlessly up at the ceiling as thoughts of Tom swirled through his confused mind.
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