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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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Wednesday July 8th 1992 (8.16 p.m.)
The steady rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops splashing on the steel grating of the fire escape sounded through the open window. As the storm intensified, a gust of wind blew the curtains inwards, the cheap fabric billowing dramatically in the cool night air, and with a sigh, Booker tossed the case file he had been reading onto the coffee table and gazed worriedly up at the diner-style clock hanging on the wall above the stove. Tom’s therapy appointment had finished hours ago, and it was unlike him not to walk straight home after spending what he always described as an exhausting sixty minutes talking to Doctor Li. It was no secret that even after six months of therapy, Tom was still uncomfortable discussing the last few years of his life and he usually could not wait to get back to the apartment so he could take a shower. Booker did not need a degree in psychology to understand the symbolism of the bathing ritual. Talking about his past made Tom feel dirty, and on more than one occasion, he had caught his lover scrawling the word WHORE in his Thought Journal. He had not let on to Tom that he had seen the self-deprecating scribblings, but he had mentioned it to Doctor Li. However, the therapist’s only response had been to make a note on his yellow legal pad before continuing with his analysis of what he deemed to be their flawed relationship. While Booker understood that he was not privy to all of Tom’s therapy, he did feel somewhat annoyed that he did not know if Li had ever brought up the matter during his lover’s solo sessions. He considered it a crucial insight into Tom’s psyche, but no matter how hard he pushed the psychologist, Li would not discuss it with him. It was not an easy situation for Booker to accept, but over time, he reluctantly conceded that there would be some parts of his lover’s mind that he would never fully understand and that he needed to stop obsessing over it and move forward.
The sound of a key in the lock startled him out of his musings, and he exhaled a relieved breath when Tom walked in and gave a half-hearted greeting. “Hey.”
Booker took in Tom’s appearance, and he immediately realized his lover must have been walking around in the summer rain for quite some time. His hair hung in damp curls around his face, and his white t-shirt clung to his slender frame, the thin cotton appearing almost translucent under the harshness of the overhead lights. To Booker, the overall effect was that of a small, orphaned child and his protective instincts immediately came to the fore. Tom looked so lost and alone that it caused physical pains in his heart, and getting slowly to his feet, he walked over and laid a gentle hand on his lover's shoulder. “Is everything okay, Tommy?”
Tom managed a watery smile and nodded his head, the movement sending tiny droplets of water into the atmosphere. “Yeah, I went for a walk and I guess I lost track of time. I didn’t even notice it was raining until I reached our building.”
Taking his lover by the hand, Booker led him into the bathroom and grabbed a towel off the rail. “Did something happen during your session with Doctor Li?” he asked, unable to keep the concern from his voice. “Did he upset you?”
Without answering the question, Tom kicked his boots off into a corner and pulling off his socks, he threw them into the laundry hamper. Unbuttoning his jeans, he pulled down the zipper and allowed the wet denim to fall to the floor before stepping out of them and leaving them where they lay. As he pulled his t-shirt over his head, Booker’s impatient voice sounded in his ears. “Tom, did something happen at Doctor Li’s?”
Throwing his t-shirt down next to his jeans, Tom took the towel from Booker’s hand and rubbed it over his damp hair. “Sort of,” he replied cryptically.
When a gentle but unyielding hand stilled his arm, he slowly lowered the towel and staring into his lover’s dark, inquisitive eyes, he blew out his breath in a long-suffering sigh. “Doctor Li thinks I’m purposely sabotaging our relationship.”
An expression of surprise registered on Booker’s face and releasing his grasp, he continued his scrutiny of Tom. “Are you?” he asked candidly.
Tom looked away and hung the towel back on the rail before turning his gaze toward the mirror. “Maybe,” he replied softly, addressing his answer to his reflection rather than to Booker. “I guess I still think I’m not worthy of love. I guess I still think of myself as a—”
“Whore?” Booker interjected quietly, and when Tom’s dark eyes burned with shame, he grasped hold of his hand and squeezing the trembling fingers, he hurriedly explained himself. “That’s not how I see you, Tommy, honest. I only said it ‘cause I saw you writing the word over and over again in your journal and I figured you were still trying to deal with that part of your past.”
Several seconds passed in silence before Tom turned around and taking hold of Booker’s other hand, he looked him squarely in the eyes. “A small part of me will always be that person and I can’t change that. But I can change my relationship with you. I want to be with you Dennis, I want…” His voice faltered for a moment before he continued in a husky, self-conscious whisper. “I want you to make love to me.”
Booker’s heart skipped a beat before thudding erratically in his chest. They were the eight magical words he had been waiting to hear for seven long months. But now that Tom’s lips had finally spoken them, releasing the powerful undertone into the universe, the reality of the situation overwhelmed him, and he felt a moment of blind panic. He was not prepared, and he was terrified of disappointing Tom by not showing him the love and tenderness he deserved. Perspiration prickled at his upper lip and wiping it away with a shaky hand, he struggled to express his feelings coherently. “I… um… shit, Tommy, I—”
“You don’t want to,” Tom interrupted in a flat voice. It was a statement, not a question and pulling his hand from Booker’s hold, he wrapped his arms protectively around his naked torso and cast his eyes downwards. “That’s okay, I get it.”
Shocked that Tom had misunderstood his hesitancy, Booker pulled him into his arms. “Of course I want to!” he exclaimed, and pressing his mouth against the soft pouty flesh of Tom's lips, he kissed him tenderly. “Jesus, Tommy, I love you. You just took me by surprise, that's all.”
Tilting his chin upwards, Tom peered seductively through his long, thick lashes. “So, does that mean you wanna fool around?” he asked in a soft, lilting voice.
The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.
With a cheeky grin, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Tom’s bent knees. When he saw the slight apprehension in his lover’s eyes, he reached out and tenderly brushed a damp curl from his face. “We’ll take it slow, and anytime you want to stop, you just say so, okay?”
Tom’s head nodded rapidly up and down and taking a deep breath, he smiled nervously. "Okay.”
Booker returned a tender smile and nuzzling into the curve between Tom’s neck and shoulder, he inhaled the familiar musky scent before playfully nipping and sucking at the taut flesh. When blood pooled to the surface, leaving a red mark, he grinned against the smooth skin. “Now you’re mine,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling Tom’s skin and making him squirm.
Shifting his position slightly, his mouth slowly explored Tom’s scarred torso. His tongue gently probed the raised ridges, and he kissed and sucked every pink cicatrice. He could feel Tom’s chest rising and falling in rapid succession beneath him, and ducking his head, he could see his lover’s cock swelling from the oral stimulation. The need to taste the salty secretion seeping from the tip overwhelmed him and shuffling down the bed, he darted out his tongue and flicked it over Tom’s frenulum before sweeping it over the smooth cockhead. An excited moan sounded from above, and long fingers immediately tangled in his hair, urging him on. But he had other ideas and sitting up, he gently pushed open Tom’s bent left leg and planted a trail of tender kisses up the length of his inner thigh. When he reached his gluteal sulcus, he slowly swept his tongue along the soft crease. He could feel his lover’s thigh quivering beneath his fingers, and growing bolder, he lightly sucked at the spongy flesh of his perineum.
Tom’s sharp intake of breath resonated around the room, and his body went rigid before beginning to tremble uncontrollably. Sensing that his lover was starting to panic, Booker sat up and stroked a loving finger down his terrified face. “Are you okay, baby? Do you want me to stop?”
An embarrassed flush stained Tom’s cheeks, and he began to chew furiously at his lower lip. “I… I want this, I really do, but…” His voice trailed off, and he averted his eyes from his lover’s worried gaze. “I’m sorry, I’ve ruined everything… again.”
Booker reined in a sigh and lying down next to Tom, he gently caressed his cheek with his thumb. “I’m not going to force you, Tommy, but if you really do want to do this, there are other ways that might make you feel more comfortable.”
A curious frown knitted Tom’s brow and turning his head, he gazed into Booker’s dark eyes. “How?”
With a cheeky grin brightening his face, Booker rolled over onto his back and propped himself up against his pillow. “Straddle me.”
Tom sat up and stared at Booker for a moment before climbing onto his lap and kneeling up in front of him. His legs were still shaking, but he was starting to feel more in control, and when Dennis entwined their fingers together, he smiled down at him.
Booker gently squeezed Tom’s fingers and smiled back. “Now you’re in control,” he murmured softly. “If you want me to touch you anywhere, you guide my hand there, okay?”
A feeling of pure love washed over Tom and his eyes misted over. Booker’s tender understanding and loving patience were all he needed to overcome his fears, and taking a deep breath, he slowly guided his lover’s hand between his open legs. “I want you to touch me there,” he whispered in a trembling voice.
Placing his left hand on Tom’s hip, Booker lightly rubbed his right index finger over Tom’s perineum. Once again, he heard the sharp intake of breath, but this time, Tom remained calm. He massaged the warm flesh in a circular motion, moving ever closer to Tom’s anus and when his finger stroked over the puckered hole, his lover expelled a loud groan of pleasure and two dark eyes gazed down at him with longing. “I wanna feel you inside me.”
Heat flared in Booker’s testicles and removing his hand, he opened his bureau drawer and rummaged around until he found a tube of lubrication. He considered taking out a packet of condoms, but he did not want to presume anything, and so he left them accessible in the drawer, where they could be easily located. Unscrewing the cap of the small tube, he liberally coated his fingers, his eyes never leaving Tom’s intense gaze. Tossing the lube onto the mattress, he stroked a slick finger up the underside of his lover’s cock. “Take my hand,” he murmured softly, “I want you to set the pace.”
Tom’s eyes shone brightly and placing his right hand on Booker’s shoulder, he grasped his lover’s hand in his left and once again guided it between his legs. Inhaling a jagged breath, he pressed the middle finger against his hole. “Okay,” he whispered softly.
Having received the go ahead, Booker gently inserted the tip of his finger as Tom exhaled a heavy breath. He took his time inching his finger inside and eventually, he felt the tight wall of muscle relax and withdrawing the digit to the tip, he carefully inserted a second finger. Crooking his middle finger, he found Tom’s prostate and lightly caressed the pad of his finger over the lobes. Tom immediately bore downwards, his weight pushing the digit against his gland and a soft moan escaped his lips. “Oooh.”
“Do you like that, baby?” Booker crooned, and trailing his free hand over Tom’s cock, he coated his fingers in the clear, slippery fluid bubbling from its tip.
“Yes,” Tom moaned and wrapping his hand around Booker’s fingers, he moved it up and down his shaft. At that moment, endorphins and oxytocin released into his bloodstream, and he slammed the vault shut on the memory of his rape. Gazing down into Booker's soft, brown eyes, he committed the erotic moment to memory as he rewired his brain to associate the slight burning sensation flaming deep inside him as something that was pleasurable and not painful. It had taken almost fourteen months, but with Booker’s loving encouragement, he was finally free of his past.
Dennis soon realized that Tom was close to orgasm, and although disappointed that he had not had the chance to make love to him, he knew that they had reached a crucial turning point in their relationship, and he gave himself over to the moment. “Touch me,” he whispered, “I wanna come with you.”
Tom picked up the lubrication and coating his fingers in the oily substance, he made a fist around Booker’s cock and ran his slick hand up and down his shaft.
“Fuck yeah,” Booker groaned and within moments, they fell into a synchronized rhythm. Tom lowered his body so he was sitting on Booker’s thighs, but his lover’s fingers remained inside him, gently massaging his prostate and the double stimulation had him panting with hot desire.
“I’m close… I’m close,” he gasped, his body squirming with pleasure as his testicles tightened. “Oh, God… oh, fuck… oh oh oh oh OOOH!”
Warm semen coated Booker’s fingers, and as Tom’s body convulsed with pleasure, he felt his orgasm rising. “Tommy… Tommy… TOMMEEE!”
Falling forward, Tom engulfed Booker’s open mouth and kissed him passionately. Carefully removing his fingers, Booker wrapped his arms around Tom’s narrow waist and pulled him close. They thrust their bodies together as they continued to shudder out their release, and when their cocks finally softened, they slowed their kiss before gradually pulling apart.
With a contented sigh, Tom sat up and trailed a finger over the seminal fluid covering Booker’s chest. “Wow,” he grinned.
Taking Tom’s hand in his, Booker brought it to his lips and lovingly sucked the sticky fluid from each finger. “Mmm,” he murmured, “Tommy flavor.”
When Tom’s cheeks flushed red, he laughed loudly. “God, could you be any more adorable?”
Tom punched him in the arm, but he could not contain the happiness shining from his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered with a shy smile.
Pulling Tom down on top of him, Booker lovingly stroked his damp hair. “Anytime, baby,” he murmured softly and closing his eyes, he drew comfort from the weight of Tom’s body pressing against him.
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