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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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Tom nervously fingered the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. “So, uh, how do you want to do this?”
A slow smile spread over Booker’s face, and rising to his feet, he held out his hand. “How ‘bout we go into my bedroom. We’ll be more comfortable.”
“Um, o-okay.”
When warm fingers entwined in his own, Booker realized his friend was shaking. But it was the noticeable hitch in Tom’s voice that had him questioning the wisdom of his suggestion. Fooling around on the couch was a far more innocent proposition than bedding down with a man whose only sexual experience consisted of coerced compliance and rape. By inviting Tom into his bed, had he unwittingly changed their future sleeping arrangement? And if so, what did that mean in the long term? The uncertainty had the dark-haired officer’s brow drawing into a worried frown. He wasn’t sure he was ready to share his bed on a permanent basis. But that was a problem for another day. First, he had to allay Tom’s fears by reassuring him that despite having all the experience, he was the one in control.
Carefully easing himself back onto the couch, Booker gave Tom’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Just ‘cause we’ve decided to try this doesn’t mean you need to feel pressured. Let’s just take it slow and see what happens, and if you don’t feel comfortable, we’ll stop, okay?”
Feeling foolish, Tom took a deep breath and nodded. It wasn’t as though he didn’t want to start a sexual relationship with Booker. He did. It was the belief he would end up demeaning himself further in his lover’s eyes that fueled his fear. Years of self-deprecating behavior had played havoc with his self-esteem, and he often questioned his ability to function in the way others expected. And once he started to overthink a situation, the worse he became. But there were exceptions. On the odd occasion, when he’d channeled his inner McQuaid and acted on impulse, his confidence had soared. Kissing Booker was the perfect example. He’d seized his opportunity, and without any thought of the ramifications, he’d claimed his prize. Not that he recommended living a life free from the consequences of one’s actions. He was a cop, and that made him judicious by nature. He did, however, have a curious mind, and he was slowly learning there were times when it was okay to throw caution to the wind and step beyond his comfort zone. And maybe this was one of those occasions. He’d grown a lot since the universe had brought the dark-haired officer into his life, both spiritually and emotionally. Perhaps, if he let go of his past and allowed himself to really relax, he would conquer the demon controlling his mind. All he had to do was keep the faith, and when it came to Booker, it wasn’t a big ask because, despite their rocky start, he trusted him implicitly.
Drawing strength from his lover’s touch, Tom stood up, his flushed cheeks the only remaining sign of his nervous disposition. Without speaking, he pulled Booker to his feet and led him into his own bedroom. It was his hope the familiarity of his surroundings would help banish the dark thoughts rushing through his mind. He was about to embark on a journey of self-discovery, and he needed all the emotional reinforcement he could get. Otherwise, he might just lose his nerve.
Once inside his room, Tom turned and faced his lover. “Do you mind? It’s just, I think I’ll feel more comfortable in here.”
“Of course not, baby. Whatever you want.”
With a shy smile, Tom dropped the blanket from around his shoulders, and climbing onto the bed, he lay down on his side. Immediately feeling vulnerable, he sought his lover’s reassurance through visual contact, and their eyes locked.
Booker inhaled an audible breath. Beneath the light of the waning moon, Tom’s eyes appeared to shimmer, giving the illusion his dark irises were flecked with gold. Never had the young officer looked more beautiful, and it was then the enormity of the situation hit him hard. His heart started to race, the punishing tattoo beating inside his chest rousing the little voice inside his head. “Oh, my God!” his mind screamed. “We’re doing this! We’re REALLY doing this!”
Surprised by the dark-haired officer’s sudden reticence, Tom rubbed a hand over the wrinkled bedsheet beside him. “Aren’t you going to join me?” he murmured, his dark, heavy-lidded gaze blazing with breathless intensity.
The seductive tone dripping from Tom’s voice spurred Booker into action, and he promptly lay down. Nervous energy pulsed between the two officers, the heavy sound of their breathing hinting at their growing excitement. A slow smile played over Booker’s lips, and without asking permission, he reeled Tom in for a kiss. Their mouths met, plump flesh on plump flesh, restrained, yet sweet, a loving testament of their mutual adoration, laced with a trace of the passion still to come.
Before things could escalate, Booker took charge and broke contact. “So,” he crooned, his fingers lightly toying with the hair at the nape of Tom’s neck. “What do you wanna try first?”
The sensation of deft fingers stroking and tugging at his hair awakened something inside Tom he’d never felt before. No one—as far as he remembered—had ever played with his hair in such an intimate manner, and the simple gesture of affection sent a flare of heat pulsing through his groin. It was a new and profound experience, and as if by magic, all the tension in his body melted away. He’d found his tactile relaxant.
Feeling the muscles in Tom’s body slowly loosening beneath his touch, Booker tested the waters by running his fingers through his tousled locks. Rewarded with a moan, he gently rubbed at the strands of hair entwined within his fingers. There was no doubt in his mind he was on the right track and pressing his lips against the shell-like curve of his lover’s ear, he kissed him tenderly. “You like that, don’t you, beautiful.”
“Mmm,” Tom sighed contentedly, and snuggling up close, he lay his head on his savior’s chest and took pleasure from the intoxicating sensation of nimble fingers lightly playing with his hair. Content, his eyes fluttered closed as his ears tuned into the rhythmic thump of his lover’s heart. But the distraction was only temporary. Moments later, a delightful pressure mounted between his legs. With each tender caress of his hair, the force steadily increased, awakening the serpent inside. It was then he realized he was becoming aroused. Things were moving much faster than he’d expected, and although nervous, he was ready. Life, as he knew it, would never be the same again.
Keen to explore various alternatives, Booker lightly massaged Tom’s scalp with the tips of his fingers. On cue, Tom’s body reacted. Blotchy pink patches appeared on his abdomen, the sex flush spreading to his neck and face, warming his flesh. Encouraged, the dark-haired officer decided to ramp up his efforts and twirling several strands of hair around his finger, he gave a gentle tug.
Yielding beneath his lover’s touch, Tom squirmed. He was on fire, every nerve in his body feeding off the exhilarating sensation flaring between his legs. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more, and opening his eyes, he placed an experimental hand in his lap and lightly caressed his growing erection through the material of his boxers. Immediately, the flesh swelled beneath his fingers, and a low moan rumbled deep in his throat before bursting unrestrained through his partially open lips. Nothing could have prepared him for the wondrous sensation pulsating through his groin. He was in heaven.
A knowing smile crinkled the corners of Booker’s eyes. His lover was experiencing the thrill of self-gratification, and watching the act unfold had his own cock twitching to life. Just imagining Tom’s reaction to his first-ever auto-erotic experience was a turn on, and yet, in a strange way, far more gratifying. It was intensely emotional on a personal level, and he likened it to a spiritual metamorphosis. When Will was alive, Tom had hidden the ugly truth of his abuse by weaving a protective chrysalis around himself. And now, just like a butterfly, he was emerging from his cocoon...beautiful....innocent...a creature so pure, his very existence brought a lump to Booker’s throat. The lowly caterpillar had earned its wings and was ready to soar. His Tommy was finally free.
The urge to release his cock from the confines of his boxers and indulge in a little self-lovin’ himself was almost Booker’s undoing, and if he were a selfish man, he would have given in to his desire. But however tempting, he was not about to jeopardize Tom’s impending climax. He had no idea what triggered his lover, and he wasn’t about to test the boundaries just so he could get off. Altruism didn’t always come easy, but for Booker, where Tom was concerned, it was a no-brainer. His orgasm could wait.
With his charitable halo intact, the dark-haired officer breathed in the scent of Tom’s sweet-smelling hair. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby.”
The pads of Tom’s fingers trailed a lazy path over the bulge tenting his boxers. “Yesss,” he exhaled with a sigh. “Sooo good.”
Smiling, Booker curled a thick strand of his lover’s hair around his fingers and slowly pulled it free. He repeated the action over and over, varying the intensity for maximum pleasure. Occasionally, he murmured some words of encouragement, but for the most part, he stayed silent, content to watch the young officer’s confidence grow along with his erection. It was a magical sight, and he licked an appreciative tongue over his lips. After twelve long years, the ghost of Tom’s past had finally parted company with his spirit, laid to rest along with the body of his abusive brother. It was a funeral of sorts, but not in a sad way. Some things were better off buried, and Tom’s past was one of them. It was time for him to let go of his grief and move forward with his life. The world was once again, his oyster.
No longer satisfied with fondling himself through the privacy of his boxers, Tom reached inside the waistband of the checkered fabric and boldly released his erection. His cock lay flat against his belly, aching for attention, the head shiny with pre-cum. A sharp hiss sounded in his ear, a sure sign his lover approved, and taking a deep breath, he trailed the tip of his finger along the underside of the thick shaft. The titillating sensation of flesh on flesh sent a full-body tremor racing down his spine, and his toes curled in response. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined sex could feel so good. Through love and gentle persuasion, Booker had unlocked the gates to a magical wonderland, and he couldn’t wait to explore the numerous possibilities his sexual awakening now afforded him.
With his inhibitions well and truly lowered, Tom grew more adventurous. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, he gave a gentle tug. A delightful tingle snaked through his body, further lengthening his already impressive member. The sensation of his cock hardening beneath his fingers was oddly comforting, and expelling a sigh, he began to jerk off.
His movements were tentative at first, but it didn’t take long for him to find his rhythm. Eager to explore different techniques, he mixed it up by circling his thumb and index finger around his cock and gently squeezing and releasing, all the while working his hand up and down his fully erect shaft. He could feel Booker’s fingers lightly massaging the contours of his scalp, and with each compression of his hand, the pressure on his head increased. Although fully aware the dark-haired officer was getting off on the erotic play, he selfishly ignored the telltale mound swelling before his eyes. He’d lived the last twelve years of his life enslaved within the twisted world of his brother’s perverse sexual desires, and he wanted the freedom to fully experience his first-ever self-induced orgasm without interruption. For the first time in his life, it was all about pleasing himself, and he hoped Booker understood enough about his needs to not hold it against him.
Edging toward orgasm, Tom’s strokes became less restrained. The sound of Booker’s breathing faded into the background, his only focus the nerve-jangling throb erupting between his legs. Jolts of pleasure sparked through his body, and he briefly wondered how he could have existed for so long without it. For the first time in his adult life, his brutal past no longer defined him. He was Tom Hanson...police officer...lover...and he was finally free to step away from the darkness of Will’s ever-present shadow and revel in the light of his new life. His liberation was complete, and closing his eyes, he rejoiced in his freedom.
Smiling contentedly, Booker breathed in the heady scent of sex and sweat permeating the air in the small bedroom. He was finding it increasingly difficult to remain silent and nuzzling against the damp strands of hair curling around Tom’s face, he nibbled at the small hooped earring dangling from his ear. “God, you’re beautiful. You’re sooo fucking beautiful.”
Lost in the moment of his impending climax, Tom barely heard the loving proclamation. Every nerve in his body screamed for the sweet release he sensed was just moments away. A strangled moan caught in the back of his throat, and unable to control the desperation rising from within, a rush of garbled words tumbled from between his lips. “Ohmafuckngod.”
Booker’s eyes sparkled with a bright intensity. He could tell his lover was close to reaching the dizzying heights of orgasm, and winding a thick strand of hair around his fingers, he gave a sharp tug.
With a cry, Tom’s eyes flew open. He could feel the serpent inside him rushing to make its escape, and with one final, bone-shaking shudder, he spilled a lifetime of missed sexual gratification over his fingers.
Outside, a car horn blared, the jarring warning sound disrupting the post-climactic calm tingling over Tom’s flesh. Raising his head, he gazed up at his lover, his soft brown eyes infused with love. He knew what he needed to do, and with a mischievous grin, he rested his head back on the dark-haired officer’s broad chest.
When the tip of Tom’s finger began to trace a slow, lazy pattern down his torso, Booker’s stomach muscles tensed. He started to speak, but the persistent hand found its way down to his crotch, and when sticky fingers gently massaged his cock, his words were inhaled along with his breath. He watched, wide-eyed, as his lover released him from the confines of his boxers. He had no idea how far the young officer was prepared to go when it came to exploring the physical side of their relationship, but one thing was certain, he was more than ready to find out.
Curious, Tom stared at the rigid flesh jutting out from a nest of coarse, dark curls...thick, proud, a defining symbol of masculinity. Aware of the close scrutiny, a rush of blood pulsed through Booker’s shaft, coloring his smooth, mushroom-shaped cockhead a deep shade of purple. Keen to give his lover the same level of gratification he’d given himself, Tom slid his hand over the hardened flesh, cautiously finding his rhythm. Although not the most proficient handjob Booker had ever received, he eagerly accepted it for what it was...a thrilling if somewhat naive attempt to please. His heart swelled with love, and raking his fingers through Tom’s hair, he murmured his encouragement. “That’s it,” he counseled gently, his gaze fixed on the erotic sight of Tom jerking him off. “Faster…Yeah, like that. Just like that.”
Knitting his brow in concentration, the pink tip of Tom’s tongue protruded through his lips as his fingers moved swiftly over his lover’s burgeoning erection. Will had never asked him to participate in any kind of foreplay, probably because he’d always zoned out whenever his brother initiated contact. And while eternally grateful for that small mercy, he hoped his ignorance wouldn’t spoil the experience for his lover. It was important to him that he proved himself worthy of Booker’s love because he didn’t want a relationship based on pity. He knew he still had a lot to learn, but he hoped with gentle guidance, he would one day, bestow upon his lover the pleasure he deserved.
When rough fingers tangled in his hair, the young officer figured he must be doing something right and biting down on his lower lip, he doubled his efforts. He instinctively used the pre-cum bubbling from Booker’s slit as a lubricant, the viscous fluid making it easier for his fist to pump over the rigid shaft. Surprisingly, the sensation of another man’s cock gliding through his hand felt entirely natural, and he marveled at the intimacy of such a simple act. He was the sculptor, and Booker his clay, and between them, they would make something so earth-shatteringly beautiful, they would set their world on fire.
With each gentle tug, the ball of heat flaring in Booker’s stomach intensified, before finally shooting downwards, engulfing his testicles in its warmth. He could feel his orgasm rising, the tight, restless ache increasing with each jerky tug, and he once again found his voice. “Baby, I’m close,” he gasped, the ragged sound of his breathing intermingling with the rhythmic whistle of Tom’s nasal pant. “Oh, fuck, I’m close.”
Flecks of chrome flashed before Tom’s eyes, the unexpected rush of power flooding his brain with endorphins. He had Booker in the palm of his hand, both literally and figuratively, and the knowledge gave him the confidence boost he so desperately sought. Despite his inexperience, Tom Hanson Mark II had managed to assert his dominance and an inherent urge to experience everything on offer awakened his impetuous side. He wanted more...needed more, and acting on instinct alone, he grasped the base of Booker’s penis and took him into his mouth.
“Jeee-suuus!”
Warm semen flooded into the back of Tom’s throat, the earthy essence of Booker’s masculinity rolling seductively over his tongue. The uniqueness of the flavor sent his taste buds into a frenzy, and closing his eyes, he enthusiastically ingested the thick, salty fluid. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he basked in the gustatory sensory overload. He and Booker were now as one. He’d found the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He was finally complete.
Carefully releasing his lover’s softening cock from his mouth, Tom licked his lips, his tongue absorbing every last drop of his lover’s offering. For the second time in less than fifteen minutes, a soothing tranquility sedated his mind. Above him, Booker’s uneven breaths ruffled his hair, the warm air sending a charge of electricity tingling over his flesh. Masturbation and consensual sex had far exceeded his low expectations, and as a willing student, he couldn’t wait to learn from the master.
“Hey, you.”
The softly spoken words cut through Tom’s daydream, and opening his eyes, he lifted his head. Booker’s sated smile met his gaze, and blushing deeply, he returned a shy grin. He had no idea what type of pillow talk couples engaged in post-sex, so he stayed quiet and waited for his lover to speak again.
“I didn’t expect that.”
Worried he’d made the mother of all mistakes, Tom sat up, his eyes widening with contrition. “I’m sorry! I thought...well, I didn’t think, I guess I just...I dunno. I just wanted to taste you, and I’m sorry if I wasn’t supposed to but—”
“Whoa, baby! It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. It was good...really good. You just took me by surprise, that’s all. But in a good way, you know?”
“Are you sure? “Cause if I did something wrong, I want you to tell me.”
Gathering the young officer in his arms, Booker tenderly kissed his flushed face. “I’m positive. It was amazing.”
Reassured, Tom snuggled back against the comforting warmth of the muscular body lying beside him. He’d managed to pleasure his lover without humiliating himself and closing his eyes, he fell into a light slumber, where he was able to relive the best night of his life, over and over in his dreams.
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