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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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Eleven weeks later - Monday June 8th 1992 (5.36 p.m.)
Doctor Daquan Li pushed his notes to one side and gave Dennis a piercing stare. “Tom tells me you’ve recently taken the next step towards achieving a full sexual relationship. Is that right?”
Even though Booker had attended over a dozen therapy sessions (both with Tom and without), he still found the experience extremely uncomfortable, and he cringed inwardly at the question. He was a private person by nature, and discussing his feelings with a stranger was not easy. The intense psychological examination was new territory for him, and it had him stepping outside his comfort zone and leaping feet first into the unwelcome state of vulnerability and agitation. Although he had known all along that the therapy sessions would not be a walk in the park, he had never imagined how truly invasive they would be. However, he also knew it was the only way he and Tom would ever move forward in their relationship and so far, it was working. Their relationship had gradually progressed to gentle caresses and tender kisses, and they were both a lot happier within themselves. But his inner joy did not prevent him from instinctively feeling judged by Li, and his belligerent attitude often came to the fore during their meetings.
Therefore, with the feel of the doctor’s accusatory gaze increasing his discomfort, he slouched down in his seat. He could sense he was about to take the blame for his and Tom’s relationship and sticking his legs straight out in front of him, he folded his arms defensively across his chest. “So?” he muttered, his lower lip pushing into a sullen pout. “A few kisses never hurt anyone.”
Li leaned back in his chair and tented his fingers under his chin. “Do you think Tom’s ready to have a sexual relationship with you?”
Booker slouched further down in his chair and rubbed a self-conscious hand over the back of his neck. “I dunno, I think so, I mean, I see the way he looks at me—”
“The wants of the flesh are not necessarily the wants of the mind, Dennis,” Doctor Li interjected.
Heat flamed Booker’s cheeks and sitting upright, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth together. “Do you think I’m pushing him? Is that it?” he growled.
“Do you think you’re pushing him?” Doctor Li counteracted with a serene smile.
“Jesus,” Booker muttered, “Don’t you ever give a straight answer?” He could feel the beginnings of a headache thumping at his temples and glancing at the wall clock, he desperately willed the hour to pass.
Unfazed by Booker’s uncooperative attitude, Li posed another question. “What do you see when you look at Tom?”
Surprised by the question, Booker once again went on the defensive. “What the hell kind of question is that?”
Li stared back with unwavering scrutiny. “It isn’t a trick question, Dennis, just answer honestly. What do you see when you look at Tom?”
With his cheeks burning red, Booker nervously wiped the sweat from his palms on his denim-clad legs. “I dunno, he’s beautiful, like strikingly beautiful. Since Doug’s death, there’s a glimmer of vulnerability that lies just below the surface that never used to be there. But he’s also incredibly stubborn and strong-minded, like me and I guess that’s why we fight so much. I s’pose you could say he’s kinda complicated, but that’s what makes him so appealing. He’s unpredictable, which can be frustrating, but it also makes life interesting, you know?”
A slow smile played over Doctor Li’s lips. “And the scars?”
Booker’s brow furrowed into a confused frown. “What about them?”
“Do they bother you?” Li inquired in a forthright manner.
Booker stared back unwaveringly. “No, they don’t. I get angry ‘cause of what those assholes did to him, but they don’t bother me. Mostly, I don’t see them, ‘cause when I look at Tom, I just see, you know, Tom.”
Leaning forward in his chair, Li’s professional façade slipped for a fraction of a moment, and his face relaxed into a sincere smile. “You’re a good man, Dennis. A little arrogant, but a good man. Just make sure you let Tom set the pace. Okay?”
Somewhat surprised by Li’s statement, Booker’s lips twitched at the edges, and he returned a tight-lipped smile. “Trust me, Doc, the last thing I want to do is cause Tom any more pain.”
Li nodded, the stoic mask of professionalism replacing his smile. “Then I’ll see you and Tom next week.”
“Yeah,” Booker replied quietly, and getting to his feet, he put on his leather jacket. “See you next week.”
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Tuesday June 9th 1992 (9.18 p.m.)
With a weary grunt, Booker shifted the bags of groceries in his arms and kicked his apartment door closed with his foot. He had planned to be home early so he could take Tom out to dinner as a birthday surprise, but as usual, work had ruined his plans. When he had rung Tom and explained that he would be home late, he had expected him to react moodily, but instead, he had received a sympathetic response. It was a sign that their relationship was now on stable footing. Tom was more open about his feelings, and they argued less about the trivialities of everyday life; they were, slowly but surely, moving forward.
Flicking on the light, he carried the bags over to the kitchenette and placed them on the counter. He had offered to bring home Chinese food, but Tom had politely refused, citing a headache and the need for an early night. It had disappointed him to know he would miss the chance to spoil Tom on his birthday, but he hoped the small gift he had left on the coffee table had at least helped make his friend feel special. He knew his and Harry’s cards were the only ones Tom would receive, which was why he had planned to take him out to dinner. However, life had a habit of throwing out the odd curveball, and the only saving grace was that Tom had taken the news well.
But when he had opened the door and found the apartment bathed in darkness, he had experienced a moment of disappointment. He had hoped to salvage the night by enjoying a couple of celebratory drinks with Tom, but it appeared the birthday boy had stuck to his word and had decided on an early night.
With a weary sigh, he poured himself a tumbler of whiskey and drained a third of the amber fluid in one gulp. Kicking off his boots, he sauntered over to the bedroom and silently opened the door. The waning gibbous moon shining through the window outlined Tom’s body beneath the duvet and Booker's legs trembled as a shiver of longing surged through his veins, heating his blood in all the right places. But after his recent session with Doctor Li, he knew he needed to show restraint. He took the therapist’s advice seriously, and he now understood it was not prudent for him to initiate contact, no matter how difficult it was to hold back. Tom needed time, and all he could hope was that one day, his friend would feel comfortable enough to take the next step towards achieving a full sexual relationship.
As though reading his thoughts, Tom’s soft voice sounded from beneath the covers. “Aren't you gonna kiss me goodnight?”
A full body tremor shuddered throughout Booker’s body and closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. Kisses were dangerous territory, but he was mature enough not to let his desires take over and opening his eyes, he smiled tenderly. “Is your headache better?”
Tom sat up and ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. “It is now,” he murmured softly, a drowsy smile tilting his lips in an appealing manner, and pulling back the duvet, his eyes sparkled in the soft moonlight. “But I think I’d feel even better if you gave me a cuddle.”
The dangerous territory was rapidly turning into treacherous terrain, but at that precise moment, all of Booker's good intentions flew out the window and suddenly, he did not care. Moving forward, he lay down on the narrow mattress next to Tom and pulled him into his arms. “Happy birthday, baby,” he whispered against Tom’s mouth.
“Mmm,” Tom murmured, and slipping his tongue between the parted lips, he lovingly explored the whiskey-flavored sweetness of Dennis' mouth.
Heat flared in Booker’s testicles and pushing Tom onto his back, he increased the passion of the kiss. But when warm fingers grasped his hand and guided it downwards towards the danger zone, he rolled onto his side and broke contact.
“Whoa, Tommy, I think we should stop,” he gasped, his warm breath tickling Tom’s kiss-swollen lips.
Tom peppered soft kisses against his lover’s lips. “Don’t wanna,” he breathed and pulling Booker closer, he ground his hardening cock against his hip. "I wanna play."
Although Booker's cock was telling him to shut the fuck up and give Tom what he wanted, his conscience won over and pulling away, his brow knitted into a worried frown. “Shit, Tommy, are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t want Doctor Li thinking I forced—”
“Fuck Doctor Li,” Tom panted and grasping Booker’s hand again, he rubbed it against his hardening cock. “I'm horny and I can't do it on my own. It's been four months since I first got an erection, but I still haven't had an orgasm. I need you, Dennis, I need you to help me come.”
Pulling his hand away, Booker sat up, his dark eyes searching his lover’s face for answers. “Need me or love me?” he asked quietly. “Because if you’re just using me to get off—”
Pushing up onto his elbows, Tom’s eyes widened in surprise. “Is that what you think?”
Booker immediately avoided Tom’s incredulous stare. Instead, he averted his gaze to a discarded jumble of clothing heaped into a pile in the corner of the room. “I dunno,” he muttered despondently. “Should I?”
“Of course not!” Tom exclaimed loudly. “Jesus, Dennis, after everything we’ve been through, how could you think that?”
Although he desperately wanted to believe, a flicker of uncertainty showed in Booker’s eyes and shifting his gaze, he stared down at Tom. “Do you love me?” he asked candidly.
It was a serious question, but Tom could not suppress the mischievous smile that twitched at his lips. “Depends.”
The answer was not what Booker had expected, and he clenched and unclenched his jaw, which was a telltale sign that he was struggling internally. “On?” he finally croaked.
Tom’s dark eyes flashed roguishly, and he waggled his eyebrows for added effect. “On whether you love me too.”
It took Booker a moment to realize Tom was teasing him and with a growl, he punched him playfully in the arm. “Asshole.”
Grinning cheekily, Tom placed a hand behind Booker’s neck and pulling him forward, he placed a tender kiss on his pouting lips. “How could you ever doubt me?” he breathed as he playfully nipped and sucked at the soft, inviting flesh. “I love you more than life itself.”
Touched by the confession, Booker’s eyes shone with emotion and lifting his lover’s trembling hand, he tenderly pressed his lips against the palm. “I’m pretty sure I love you more,” he murmured against the warm skin. “But I’m not gonna waste time arguing the point.”
Tom’s tongue flicked enticingly over his lips and lying back down, his pupils dilated into dark pools of desire. “Play with me,” he whispered.
With a low moan of excitement, Booker ducked his head and sucked at the taut flesh of Tom’s throat. He felt an animalistic need to mark his lover as his own, and as his mouth expertly drew blood to the surface, his teeth lightly nipped at the sweet smelling skin beneath his lips, leaving a large red hickey in his wake. Trailing a hand down his lover’s chest, he latched onto a nipple and rolling the small raised nub between his fingers, he nuzzled against Tom’s neck. “Talk to me,” he breathed against the warm flesh. “Tell me what you want.”
The soft, lilting words heightened Tom’s arousal, and his body squirmed with excited anticipation of what was to come. “I wanna feel your lips around me,” he moaned, his long fingers pulling at the tousled strands of Booker’s dark hair. “I wanna come in your mouth.”
A shiver of longing ran down the entire length of Booker’s body, and his mouth immediately began a slow exploration of Tom’s torso. He rained soft kisses over the scarred flesh, taking his time to sweep his tongue over the hard ridges that were now as much a part of his lover as the unique pattern of freckles and moles that adorned his body. He could feel Tom’s cock moving against him, swelling and hardening with every kiss he peppered over his neglected flesh and he smiled against the warm, pulsating body beneath him. Tom was going through a process of rebirth and he was the doctor, coaxing his deadened flesh back to life.
When his lips reached the waistband of Tom’s boxers, his smile broadened and after hesitating for a moment, his teeth toyed with the puckered material. But the pressure of Tom’s hands pushing his head downwards soon had him continuing his journey towards discovery and moving lower down the mattress, he lightly mouthed over the soft cotton concealing his lover’s erection.
Heavy breathing echoed throughout the small room, and when Tom spoke, his voice trembled with a high level of urgency. “I’m so hard, Dennis. Oh God, I’m sooo hard.”
Not wanting Tom to climax before he had a chance to take him into his mouth and taste him, Dennis abandoned his playful teasing and sitting up, he gazed down tenderly at the man he adored. “Do you want me to suck you, baby? Is that what you want?” he purred.
Tom’s black eyes flashed with arousal. “Yesss,” he hissed and lifting his buttocks off the mattress, he impatiently shoved down his boxers, revealing his enormous erection. “I can’t last much longer, Dennis, suck me!”
Without wasting any more time, Booker gently wrapped his fingers around the base of Tom’s cock and lowering his head, he flicked out his tongue and licked the glistening precum from the tip. When the salty fluid mixed with his saliva, a burst of flavor exploded in his mouth and the familiar tang instantly hardened his cock. But he ignored the growing need to touch himself and instead, he concentrated on giving Tom what he so desperately needed.
The silky tendrils of Dennis’ breath tickled the sensitive flesh of Tom’s cockhead and thrusting his hips off the mattress, he entwined his fingers in his lover’s dark hair. “Again,” he moaned, his head arching back against the pillow. “Oh, Dennis, do it again.”
Darting out his tongue, Booker moistened his lips before pressing them against the smoothness of Tom’s cockhead and sucking gently.
Tom’s eyes fluttered closed and his hips continued to thrust off the bed. “Ahhh,” he exhaled through parted lips. “More, I need more.”
The trembling fervor in Tom’s voice sent a shiver of excitement down Booker’s spine and raised the hairs on the nape of his neck. His boy was cured and he was about to experience his first orgasm in over twelve months. “Are you ready, baby?” he crooned and without waiting for an answer, he took Tom’s cock into his mouth and ran his lips up and down the full length.
Tom’s hips thrust forward and his finger’s yanked at Booker’s hair, twisting it at the roots. “YES!” he yelled and settling into a steady rhythm, he pumped his cock in and out of Booker’s willing mouth. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…”
Booker opened his throat and allowed Tom to fuck his mouth. The saliferous flavor coating his tongue intensified, signaling that his lover was close and pressing his lips tightly against the hard shaft filling his mouth, he began to hum.
The light vibrations pulsating against Tom’s sensitive cockhead had the desired effect and with an ecstatic cry, his orgasm shot forth and with a full body shudder, he rammed his cock deep into Booker’s moist mouth.
Warm semen flooded the back of Booker’s throat and swallowing deeply, he shivered as the intoxicating flavor awakened his taste buds. Never before had a lover climaxed so forcefully into his mouth, and as the sapidity escalated he felt his own orgasm rising and without any stimulation, he ejaculated.
Shocked and surprised by the abruptness of his orgasm, he gently released Tom’s cock from his mouth and sitting up, he stared down at the wet patch on the front of his jeans. “Shit.”
A soft chuckle resonated from below him and looking down, he smiled when he saw the relief and tranquility in Tom’s eyes. “I guess we both kinda needed that,” he laughed.
Tom reached out his hand and ran a light finger over the damp spot on Booker’s jeans. “I never got the chance to touch you,” he lamented softly, his lower lip pushing into an endearing pout.
Booker leaned forward and brushed his lips over the soft flesh. “I haven’t finished with you yet,” he breathed. “That was just the beginning; we’ve got the rest of our lives to get to know each other again.”
Even though he had just experienced one of the most explosive orgasms of his life, a shiver of foreboding brought goose bumps to the surface of Tom’s warm flesh, extinguishing his inner peace. The thought of penetrative sex still terrified him, but he knew Booker would only be content with oral for so long. One day, the dark haired officer was going to expect more… much more.
Forcing a fake smile to his lips, he struggled to control his rising panic. “Yeah,” he replied quietly, the evidence of the lie he was about to tell flashing fleetingly in his dark eyes. “I can’t wait.”
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