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Beneath a Heart of Darkness	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 4657 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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To the Pi Taus credit, it was an exceedingly well-edited video. With each frame carefully spliced for maximum effect, the end result told an erotic tale of uninhibited passion, the reenactment a far cry from the horror of the actual event. The first movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata projected softly through the speakers, the powerfully dark piano concerto having a profound effect on both men, capturing their imaginations in an auditory meditation of the soul. As the visual story played out on the twenty-five-inch television, Booker sat forward in his seat, his clenched fists resting stiffly on his knees. When Tom’s face filled the screen, there was no sound except the melodic whisper of one of the finest pieces of music ever composed. With his head arched back and his bow-shaped lips forming a perfect O, the young officer’s expression bore no signs of fear. Instead, through clever adaptation, the viewer was fooled into believing the sex was consensual, nothing more than a hypnotic display of erotic passion between two lovers, the imagery recorded for their own gratification. It was digital deception at its finest, an illusory work of art designed to mislead, yet cleverly provocative in its magical farce.
Booker visibly flinched as the 8mm Sony Handycam panned down, capturing the moment his tongue swirled around Tom’s smooth cockhead, tenderly massaging the tip with soft, feathery strokes before taking him into his mouth. As his lips moved leisurely up and down the erect shaft, gently sucking and caressing, increasing and decreasing pressure for maximum arousal, Tom’s voice rose above the haunting strains of music, his orgiastic oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck mantra a stirring vocalization of his impending climax. It was an emotionally arousing performance, but for Booker, the reality was still so painfully raw, he was unable to lose himself in the fantasy of the affectation. Therefore, when Tom’s moans became louder, he screwed his eyes closed and covered his ears with his hands, successfully managing to block out the moment the young officer shuddered out his release.
Lost in the misery of his contrition, he didn’t feel the light hand resting on his shoulder until Tom’s fingertips lovingly stroked the strip of exposed skin above the crew-neck of his white, cotton tee shirt. Embarrassed by the contact, he jerked away, the bitter taste of guilt rising from the pit of his stomach, the emotional lump catching painfully in his throat. But the tender caress continued, with Tom’s long fingers affectionately pulling at the sweaty strands of hair coiled at the nape of his neck, the light, physical stimulation sending a shiver of arousal down his spine. Minutes passed, and unable to ignore the tender ministrations any longer, he lowered his hands, and tilting his head, he peered out through a curtain of hair, a deep regret shimmering from the depths of his dark eyes. “Oh God, Tommy, I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not,” Tom replied softly, his cheeks blushing an attractive shade of pink in response to Booker’s startled look. “Not anymore. I know it’s a lie, Dennis, but it doesn’t have to be. We could have this, for real I mean, if you still want to.”
“I-If I still want to?” Booker sputtered, his surprise raising the pitch of his voice. “Jesus, Tom, of course I do! I just thought you felt differently about me because I behaved like such an asshole and—”
“Whoa,” Tom admonished quietly. “Let’s not keep laying blame. I love you, more than I’ve loved anyone I think, and I want you to show me how I can prove it to you.”
Booker’s eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement. “Show you how you can prove it to me? Tommy, I don’t understand.”
The hot flush coloring Tom’s cheeks deepened, and ducking his head, he peered coyly through his dark lashes. “You know, I want you to show me.”
When the meaning behind Tom’s cryptic words finally became apparent, an expression of wonderment animated Booker’s features, the soft, preternatural light shining from his eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. “Do you mean you want—”
“Yes,” Tom replied hurriedly, the hot flush of embarrassment spreading down his neck, staining his pale skin. “I want to take things further. I want you to show me how we take things further.”
It wasn’t just the softly spoken words that sent Booker’s heart rate skipping into an arrhythmic tattoo of fast, heavy beats, it was also the innocent inflection in his friend’s voice that had his legs turning to rubber. Tom finally trusted him enough to take their relationship to the next level, but with that faith came great responsibility. Not only was the young officer a rape survivor, but up until only a few months ago, he had also never engaged in any form of gay sex. As the experienced partner, Booker knew he would have to show restraint, and not allow his emotions to run away with him. By allowing Tom to set the pace, he understood it might take weeks, if not months before he could fulfill his dream of making love to the beautiful young officer. However, it was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make. Tom was his everything, and now all their demons were finally out in the open, it was time for them to move forward and start living life as a cohesive couple, united as one and free from the fears that had destroyed their innocence.
“Dennis?” Tom urged quietly, a nervous quiver straining his voice. “I said I—”
Soft lips pressed against the young officer’s mouth, the tenderness of the kiss enough to smother the self-doubt tainting his words, and tracing his tongue over Booker’s lower lip, he playfully nipped and sucked at the plump flesh. “Is that a yes?”
“Yesss,” Booker moaned, the warm tendrils of his breath tickling Tom’s lips. “Fuck yes.”
Hanson stood up, and ignoring the tremor in his legs, he took the dark-haired officer by the hand, and gently pulled him to his feet. Vivid reddish-orange flecks highlighted the velvety softness of his espresso-brown eyes, and without speaking, he turned and led his lover into the bedroom. Kicking off his boots, he slowly undressed, his cock hardening under Booker's watchful eye. Once naked, he lay down on the bed, waiting, wanting, his chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths, his arousal now evident. It had taken many weeks, but he was finally ready for the next step, and although nervous, he was also trembling with eager anticipation.
Overcome with emotion, Booker took a moment to visually absorb the breathtaking sight of Tom’s masculinity rising proudly from its nest of dark pubic hair, the mouthwatering droplets of pre-cum glistening on the tip silently beckoning him. A wave of hot, prickly arousal ran down the length of his penis, thickening the shaft, the tingly sensation raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Outside, a car horn blared, the sounds of the city drifting up from the street below, the urban resonance generating a modicum of reality to the surrealism of the scene. When a sudden gust of wind ruffled the curtains, the fall breeze hardened his nipples, increasing his desire to feel Tom’s naked flesh pressing against his own. His cock swelled, adding length to his already impressive appendage, the evidence of his hunger straining the front of his faded blue denims. He was primed and ready to go, but he knew he needed to exhibit self-control or he ran the risk of ruining the experience for Tom. If he came across too eager, he might intimidate his lover, but on the flip side, he didn’t want to appear too detached. It was a delicate balancing act, but he understood slowing his passion to a pace that wouldn’t overwhelm a novice partner was what worked best. Tom was looking to him for guidance, and he would initiate him into the intoxicating world of gay sex with gentle, loving hands.
With an impish smile, he stripped off his clothes, taking the time to give Tom an erotic visual show designed to further his arousal. Once naked, he sat on the edge of the bed, his rigid cock protruding from a mass of dark curls, his eyes soft with understanding. It was a pivotal moment in both their lives and placing a hand on Tom’s quivering thigh, he lovingly brushed his fingertips over the warm flesh, the tender touch soothingly reassuring. “Remember, we can stop whenever you want,” he murmured softly. “Just say the word, okay?”
Tom nodded, his large, trusting eyes boring into the very depths of Booker’s soul. After receiving permission, the dark-haired officer wasted no time, and crawling on his hands and knees, he straddled his lover’s body, his cock hovering tantalizingly close to the hot, hard flesh rising from below. However, despite the temptation, he resisted the urge to rub his erection against Tom’s, and instead, he ducked his head and brushed his lips over his lover’s full, enticing pout.
It was a sweet, chaste demonstration of affection, but it quickly transitioned into a hungry expression of want and need, the plush wetness of his tongue slipping deep inside the moist cavern of Tom’s mouth. Their tongues met, pressing and stroking together in an erotic tango, each loving caress heightening their arousal. Booker quickly realized things were moving too fast, and curbing his fervor, his lips left the sensual curve of Tom’s mouth, moving slowly along his chiseled jawline until he found an earlobe. Using his teeth, he lightly toyed with the hooped earring dangling from the smooth flesh, but he instantly wanted more contact and burying his face in the crook of Tom’s neck, he breathed in the warm, masculine scent before brushing a kiss over the sensitive spot just below his ear. A tight whimper caught his attention, and smiling against the taut skin, he continued his exploration, his tongue trailing a wet path down to the hollow of his lover’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, coaxing it to hardness, and was immediately rewarded when it responded to the stimulation, tightening into a hard bud. His tongue flicked teasingly over the raised mound before mouthing over the warm flesh, his full lips sucking the brown areola, the tender oral massage eliciting a louder moan from above. When gentle but insistent hands pushed his head lower, he did not resist, and continuing his journey of exploration, he lovingly kissed a trail down Tom’s torso, pausing when he reached his hip. He used his tongue to lubricate the area of flesh and partially opening his lips, he gently sucked the skin into his mouth, slowly increasing the pressure until blood pooled to the surface, leaving a perfectly formed love tattoo. Pleased with the result, he traced the contours of Tom’s stomach muscles with his tongue, his light, teasing caresses moving him ever closer to his destination, the scent of sex drawing him in. Tom’s erection lay flat against his belly, the head shiny with pre-cum. Shifting his position slightly, Booker pressed his lips against the underside of his lover’s shaft, the surrounding soft nest of pubic hair tickling his nose, and trailing his tongue along the penile raphe, he teased and coaxed with soft feathery strokes. When he reached the head, he lightly flicked his tongue over the tip, the saliferous taste awakening his taste buds.
“Ohhh,” Tom breathed, his fingers gently massaging Booker’s head. “Oh, Dennis.”
Encouraged by his lover’s reaction, Dennis decided to test the boundaries a little further. Gently pushing open Tom’s left leg, he peppered soft, butterfly kisses up his inner thigh, taking his time until he felt the quivering muscles beneath his lips relax. Using his right hand, he began a gentle exploration of Tom’s scrotum, lightly pinching and rolling the skin between his thumb and forefinger, drawing pleasure from the tactile sensation. A soft whimper sounded from above, and wrapping his fingers around the sac, he tenderly massaged Tom’s balls, gently pulling the testicles down and away from his body, expertly exposing more nerve endings and increasing the sensitivity. Lightly stroking the taut skin, his lips continued their graceful dance over the flesh of his lover’s thigh, moving ever higher until he reached the gluteal fold. He paused, the heaviness of Tom’s short, sharp breaths adding an acoustic texture to the sexually charged atmosphere, spurring him on, and growing bolder, he lifted the testicles in his hand and stimulated the flesh of the young officer’s perineum with his lips.
Tom sucked in a loud gasp of air as Booker’s tongue darted out and lightly teased his anus, probing gently before a moist mouth enveloped his testicles, the soft lips massaging the velvety skin with toe-curling sucks. His hips gyrated upward, urging his lover on, wanting more, needing more, his breathing now more of a pant than a steady, rhythmic respiration. “Suck me,” he gasped, his hands coaxing Booker’s head forward. “I’m so hard… oh God, Dennis, I’m so hard!”
They were the magical words Dennis had waited to hear since first laying eyes on Tom, and a delighted chill swept through his body, quickening his heart rate. This time, there was no fear or panic straining his lover’s voice, no high-pitched scream begging him to stop. Their adoration was mutual, the love consensual, and from this point forward, Booker knew it would only grow stronger.
The body beneath him trembled uncontrollably, and not wanting Tom to blow his load before he had a chance to taste him, Booker released his lover’s testicles and sat up, a playful smile tilting his lips. Maneuvering over to the side of the bed, he brushed his lips over Tom’s quivering pout. “Do you wanna come, baby?”
Tom’s hands gave the answer, urgently guiding Booker’s head down toward his groin, his fingers entwining in the officer’s tousled curls. There were no second thoughts, just an overwhelming desire to feel his lover’s moist lips around his cock, teasing forth the release he so desperately craved, bringing closure to the horror of his assault with one, consensual act.
Soft lips glanced over the head of his penis, barely making contact with the smooth tip, but it was enough for Tom to voice his pleasure, his impassioned cry echoing around the small room. Emboldened by the fervent response, Dennis wrapped his mouth around his lover’s cockhead and sucked, his fingers moving languidly over the erect shaft, intensifying the stimulation. Tom’s hands attempted to force Booker’s head lower, the trembling of his legs further affirming the urgency behind his not so subtle persuasive movements. His hips rocked forward, forcing his erection deeper into the enthusiastic mouth, his fingers pulling at the tousled tresses of his lover’s dark hair. A flood of pre-cum coated Booker’s tongue, the salty juices mixing with his saliva, sharpening the explosive tang. Experience warned him Tom was close to ejaculating and removing his hand, his mouth moved up and down, his skilled lips applying varying amounts of pressure as he mouthed over the stiff shaft. He savored the texture of the hard flesh gliding through his lips, the sensory stimulation driving him closer to orgasm, but he refrained from touching himself, preferring to concentrate his efforts on giving his lover maximum pleasure. Tom’s low moans soon transformed into grunts, his hips smoothly gyrating in rhythm with Booker’s oral titillation. It was the sign Booker had been waiting for, and taking Tom’s cock deep into his mouth, he pressed his lips tightly around the shaft and started to hum.
The soft vibration pushed Tom to the pinnacle of his desire, and crying out, he bucked his hips upward as wave after wave of rapturous euphoria rocked his body, the force of his ejaculation filling Booker’s mouth with a gush of warm semen. A burst of sapidity stimulated the dark-haired officer’s buds, heightening his arousal, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. He longed to touch his burgeoning erection, to bring himself to the dizzying peak of orgasm, but instead, he unselfishly focused on giving Tom pleasure by continuing to use his mouth to skillfully lap and suck at the impressive appendage softening between his lips.
Once satisfied, he rolled onto his back, his magnificent erection lying flat against his taut belly, the head blushing a deep shade of pink. Tom’s sated eyes grew wide with curiosity, and sitting up, he reached out a tentative hand, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing over the swollen flesh. An excited moan expelled from between Booker’s lips, the thrill of Tom touching him for the first time almost too much to bear. He was on a knife’s edge, desperate for release, but he knew he needed to exercise patience. Touching another man’s cock was a new experience for Tom, and he wanted him to cherish the erotic sensation and commit it to memory as the moment their love was reciprocated.
Long fingers circled his shaft, the contact hesitantly gentle. “Yes,” he encouraged softly, his voice trembling with excitement. “Touch me, Tommy, touch me.”
With his confidence mounting, Tom slid his hand over his lover’s shaft, tentatively finding his rhythm. Although not the most proficient handjob Booker had received, the jerkiness of the motion was a thrilling, touchingly naïve attempt to please and his heart swelled with love. “That’s it,” he counseled gently, his gaze fixed on the erotic sight of Tom jerking him off. “Faster… faster.”
Tom’s brow knitted in concentration, the pink tip of his tongue protruding through his lips as his fingers moved swiftly over the dark-haired officer’s erection. Despite his aptitude in effecting an orgasm through masturbation, having another man’s cock in his hand was strangely unfamiliar, and he felt embarrassingly inept. But he was determined to try his best, to give Booker the same pleasure selflessly bestowed upon him just minutes before, and in doing so, become his equal.
“Oh God,” Booker moaned, his chest rising and falling in short, heavy pants as the young officer’s fingers twisted and tugged at his aching cock. “Oh, Tommy… oh, Tommy… oh, Tommy… oh, Tommy… oh… ahhh!”
Warm semen splattered his chest, the force of his ejaculation surprising both men. Wide-eyed, he gazed up at Tom, his expression incredulous. “Wow.”
Heat flamed Tom’s cheeks, an alluring, shy smile gracing his lips. “Was that okay? I mean, I know I’ve got a lot to learn, but—”
“Baby, did you see me come?” Booker laughed, pulling Tom on top of him so he could enjoy the climactic afterglow with his lover’s hot, naked body pressing against his tingling skin. “I can’t remember the last time someone had that effect on me.”
Relieved and a little proud, Tom found a comfortable position and wrapping his arm around Booker’s waist, he exhaled a contented sigh. “I love you.”
Tears welled in Booker’s eyes, and gathering Tom close, he pressed his lips against his forehead. “I love you too, beautiful.”
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The sound of knocking jerked Tom from a dreamless sleep, and rolling over, his eyes strayed sleepily over the face of the man lying next to him. Stray strands of hair fell across Booker’s forehead, accenting the smoothness of his brow. With eyes closed and lips slightly parted, he was a vision of masculine beauty, his sleep-relaxed features showing no signs of the emotional pain he had suffered just hours before. Tom’s lips curled gently at the corners. His lover was finally free from the guilt that had plagued him since the Pi Tau initiation, signaling a new beginning for both the young officers.
A second knock pulled Tom from his musings, and grabbing the blanket off the bed, he trudged drowsily across the room and out into the living area. Without bothering to check the peephole, he yanked open the door, his eyes still bleary with sleep.
Penhall stood in the corridor, a battered bowling bag clutched in his right hand. “Hey, man. Ready to roll a few frames?”
Tom jerked fully awake, his heart squeezing up into his throat. It was Friday night, and he had a standing bowling date with Doug, but in his excitement, he had completely forgotten about it. So, there he stood, a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders, caught in flagrante delicto by his best friend, with Booker sleeping naked just a few feet away. It was his worst nightmare come true, and a telltale blush reddened his face. “Um, n-not tonight,” he stammered. “I-I’m kinda busy.”
Penhall stared moodily at his friend, his chin jutting forward in protest. “You're shittin’ me. C’mon, Hanson, Friday night is our night, how can you be—”
He stopped abruptly, a knowing smile curling his lips. “Sonofabitch!” he laughed, his fist playfully thumping Tom in the shoulder. “You’ve got a girl in there. Good for you, man, it’s about time you got—”
“Hey, Tommy, when are you coming back to bed, I’m getting kinda lone— Jesus!”
Doug’s expression froze, his jaw slackened in shock before his forehead puckered and his lips tightened into a teeth-baring snarl. Equal measures of disbelief and disgust shone from his eyes, the full-frontal vision of Dennis’ naked body sending his mind into a spin. “Booker?” he exclaimed, his nostrils flaring with anger. “You’re sleeping with Booker?”
Unashamed by his state of undress, Booker sauntered across the room and draped a casual arm around Tom’s shoulders, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smug grin. Self-confidence radiated off him in tangible waves, his sweat-slicked body unashamedly displaying its enviable assets with pride. With raised levels of testosterone coursing through his bloodstream, his shameless exhibitionism was an unconscious warning for Penhall to back off. He had waited too long and fought too hard to lose Tom because Doug had shamed him into believing their relationship was wrong, and he didn’t give a damn who he upset along the way.
“Hey, Penhall,” he greeted casually, ignoring the obvious elephant in the room. “Sorry, but Tommy can’t come out and play, he’s kinda busy.”
Mottled, purple rage colored Doug’s face, accenting the whites of his eyes. The corded muscles in his neck strained, the anger mounting inside him working its way down into his fingers, contorting them into tight claws. He struggled to find his words, but when he did, he released them in a bitter tirade of abuse. “YOU SONOFABITCH!” he screamed directly into Booker’s face, spittle flying from his snarling lips. “YOU COULDN’T WAIT TO GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON HIM! IF YOU’VE HURT HIM, I’LL KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME? I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”
Tiny prickles of panic darted up and down Tom’s spine, temporarily paralyzing him. But when Penhall’s clawed hand balled into a threatening fist, he sprang forward, his mouth twisting in anguish. “Doug, plea—”
WHUMP!
Blinding white pain erupted in Tom’s head, the force of Doug’s punch propelling him backward. A low, distressed moan slipped through his lips, the impact of the blow knocking him senseless. He fought to remain upright, but a swirling blackness enveloped him and unable to fight off the impending darkness, his legs gave way, and he collapsed unconscious into Booker’s arms.
“TOM!” Booker cried out, the weight of Hanson’s body pulling them both to the floor. Quickly gathering his lover in his arms, he cradled him against his bare chest, his trembling fingers lightly stroking the young officer’s pale face. “Oh, baby.”
Penhall dropped to his knees, his face white with shock. “I-I didn’t mean to hit him! I was aiming for—”
“Me?” Booker snapped, his cold, piercing gaze fastening on Doug’s worried face. “And that makes it okay, does it? Maybe if you weren’t so fixated on Tom’s rape, you’d see he was happy for the first time in months, and a lot of that has to do with me!”
The lines furrowing Penhall’s brow deepened. Suddenly, everything made perfect sense, and a deep shame welled inside him. As much as it pained him to admit it, Booker was right, he was haunted by Tom’s assault, and in his mind, the line between what constituted consensual and non-consensual gay sex had become blurred. He loved Tom and more than anything he wanted to see him happy. Therefore, he knew it shouldn’t matter whom the young officer chose as a partner, as long as they treated him with love and respect. Booker wasn’t the ideal choice of a lover for his friend, but if there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that the dark-haired officer loved Tom, and if Tom felt the same way, then who was he to stand in the way? Love, after all, knew no bounds, and if Tom was happy in his relationship with Booker, then he needed to get over his reservations and accept his friend for what he was; bisexual.
A loud groan yanked Doug back to the present, the harrowing sound adding weight to his already overburdened guilt. When Tom’s eyes fluttered open, he leaned forward and lightly touched his friend’s ashen face. “Hey, pal, I’m sorry. It was an accident.”
Booker slapped the officer’s hand away. “Don’t touch him.”
There was no mistaking the hostility in Dennis’ voice, and rather than cause Tom more aggravation, Doug rose slowly to his feet. “Maybe I should go.”
“Yeah, maybe you should,” Booker shot back without looking up.
Penhall stood for a moment, shoulders slumped, his face a mask of pure misery. When Booker continued to ignore him, he exhaled a weary sigh. “All right, just… just tell him I’m sorry, okay?”
“Fuck you,” Booker muttered under his breath. He was tired of people judging him, and he didn’t give a rat’s ass if Penhall was Tom’s best friend, if the officer couldn’t accept their relationship, then he felt no need to play nice. As far as he was concerned, Doug and the rest of the Jump Street officers could go to hell, and he and Tom would do just fine without them.
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