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Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2103 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had taken nearly two hours before a doctor finally came and spoke to Booker. Doctor Rodriguez explained that the nosebleed was a symptom of snorting cocaine and that the soldiers often gave it to their captives to increase their sexual appetites. He warned Booker to expect aggressive, violent behavior as Tom withdrew from the drug. It was the doctor’s hope that Tom would eventually lose the desire to find comfort through sexual stimulation. He suggested that Hanson receive a full medical as well as a psychological evaluation once he returned to the States. Promising to send the blood test results through to Booker’s own doctor, Rodriguez gave Dennis a vial of sedatives and wishing him well, he left for his rounds.
Feeling completely unprepared for what lay ahead, Dennis wondered if he was doing the right thing by removing Tom from the hospital. However, when he remembered Hanson tethered to the bed screaming wildly, he knew he had no choice. He could at least provide round the clock care for Tom and he hoped that by being with another American, he would regain the use of the English language.
Walking back into Tom’s room, Booker gave what he hoped was an encouraging smile. “C’mon Tommy, it’s time to leave.”
Putting the pills in his bag, Dennis held out his hand. Tom stared at it suspiciously for a moment before giving a smile. Grasping hold of Booker’s hand, Tom climbed from the bed and tugged eagerly as he pulled Dennis towards the door. “At least you’re happy to be with me,” Booker muttered. Steering Hanson in the right direction, they walked hand in hand out of the hospital.
Arriving back at La Casa Hotel, Booker unlocked the door and let Tom enter. He watched in mild amusement as Tom gazed around the room as if it was the most luxurious hotel he had ever seen. Dropping his bag on the bed, Booker rummaged through until he found the scissors he had borrowed from the hotel manager. Walking into the bathroom, he filled the sink with hot water and pulled out his shaving kit. Dennis called Tom’s name but when he did not come he re-entered the bedroom and found him staring out of the window in awe. Booker wondered how long it had been since Tom had seen anything that resembled civilization. It was common knowledge that the soldiers preferred the harsh habitat of the hills and jungles. During the two years of his captivity, it was doubtful that Hanson had seen a town or many people. His existence would have been a drug-induced nightmare of torture and rape. Looking at him now, Booker felt tears welling in his eyes. Tom had lost a part of his life that he could never get back and it pained Dennis to see the wonder in his eyes as he looked out onto the streets of Ahuachapán. It was almost as though he was viewing the world below through a young child’s eyes.
Moving forward, Booker placed a gentle hand on Tom’s shoulder. Twisting around, Hanson’s eyes filled with fear but he instantly relaxed when he saw Dennis. Pulling gently at Tom’s hair, Booker smiled. “We need to get this rat’s nest off your head.”
Tom stared back with large uncomprehending eyes but he willing followed Booker. Grabbing a chair from the bedroom, Dennis carried it into the bathroom and motioned for Tom to sit down. When he saw the scissors in Dennis’ hand, Tom let out a strangled cry and immediately shrank away, covering his head with his arms. For a horrible moment, Booker wondered what kind of torture Tom had experienced. Squatting down so he was at eye level, Booker smiled kindly as he gently stroked Hanson’s hair. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Tom immediately reassured himself by shoving his hand into the waistband of his jeans. Caressing Tom’s face, Booker gazed at him sadly. “If that makes you feel better Tommy, I’ll let you do it whilst I cut your hair. But after that, you need to stop. Okay?”
Tom did not answer. Sighing heavily, Booker stood up and carefully started to cut the clumps of matted hair from Tom’s head. He hoped he would not have to shave it completely but as the minutes passed, he soon realized that although it was a tedious process, he would be able to keep Tom’s hair at a reasonable length. When he had finished cutting, he gently used a brush to untangle the remaining knots. Although the cut was somewhat uneven, it was a vast improvement on how Tom looked before. Happy with the result, Booker turned his attention to Tom’s facial hair. He was surprised at how still Hanson sat whilst he wet shaved him with a razor. Tenderly wiping the remaining shaving cream from his face, Booker smiled into the mirror at his and Tom’s reflection. “So, what do you think?” he asked brightly.
Looking intently into the mirror, Hanson ran a finger down his smooth cheek and smiled. Gazing up at Booker affectionately, he murmured softly, “Hombre simpático."
Not knowing the meaning of the word simpático, Dennis just nodded. He figured it was some sort of compliment by the tone of Tom’s voice. Running his fingers lightly through Hanson’s hair, he grinned broadly. “Once we give you a shampoo, you’ll be as good as new.” Getting Tom to stand up, he turned the chair around so it was facing the opposite wall. After emptying the soapy water in the sink, he turned on the faucets and checked the temperature before he motioned for Tom to sit back down and lean backwards so his head was in the basin. Cupping the water over Tom’s hair, Booker applied shampoo and gently massaged it into his scalp. Hanson’s eyes fluttered closed and he let out a relaxed sigh. Dennis repeated the process several times and once he was convinced that Tom’s hair was clean, he turned off the faucets. Gently toweling Tom’s wet hair, Booker then ran a comb through it before fluffing it up with his fingers. Grinning, he helped Tom to his feet and showed him the finished product.
Tears welled in Tom’s dark eyes and turning abruptly, he threw his arms around Booker and gave him a tight squeeze. Laughing aloud, Dennis returned the hug. As they broke apart, Tom stared deep into Dennis’ eyes and without warning, he placed a hand behind Booker’s head and pulled him forward, kissing him passionately. Completely thrown off guard, Dennis started to return the kiss before his senses kicked in and he quickly pulled apart. Tom licked his lips and smiled seductively whilst Booker stared back open-mouthed, his heart hammering painfully in his chest. Stepping backwards so he could put some distance between himself and Hanson, he rubbed his fingers nervously over his mouth. “Jesus Tommy,” he murmured softly, the kiss still tingling on his lips. “You really need to stop doing things like that.”
“Te gusta?” Tom asked, tilting his head on one side and giving Booker a bewitching smile.
“I er… I um… I don’t know what that means,” Booker replied uneasily.
“Te gusta el beso?” Hanson muttered, his voice becoming agitated. “Te gusta el beso?” You like the kiss?
Sensing that Tom’s stress levels were rising, Booker tried to cool the situation. “I don’t understand Tommy but it doesn’t matter, let’s just forget it.”
“NO, NO, NO!” Hanson screamed, as he began to thump his fist into the side of his head. “Quiero un beso! Quiero un BESO!” I want a kiss! I want a KISS!
In a flash, Booker wrestled Tom’s hands behind his back in an effort to prevent him from hurting himself. Hanson’s body thrashed violently back and forth but Dennis was too strong and he held him firm as he desperately tried to placate him. “Shh Tommy. Shh. It’s okay. Shh. You’re all right, you just need to calm down.”
His body too weak to continue fighting, Tom collapsed sobbing against Dennis’ chest. Pulling him in close, Booker murmured reassuringly against Hanson’s soft, clean hair. Feeling Tom’s body relax against his arms, Dennis gently guided him into the bedroom and sat him on the bed. Running his fingers through Tom’s hair, Booker smiled soothingly. “Lie down Tommy, get some rest.”
Crawling into the middle of the bed, Tom tugged at the belt that was preventing his jeans from falling down. Gazing beseechingly at Booker, he let out a pitiful whine. Unable to resist Hanson’s distressed expression, Dennis went against his better judgment and leaning over, he unbuckled the belt. Once free of the confining strap, Tom curled into a ball and sliding his hand comfortably into his waistband, he slowly started to tug at his cock. Within minutes, his eyes were closed and his hand stilled as he fell into a deep sleep.
Bringing the chair back in from the bathroom, Booker sat down and fixed his gaze on Tom’s sleeping face. It was obvious that Hanson’s mind was clouded in a thick fog of confusion and Dennis did not know how to help him. His priority now was to get Tom back to the States so he could receive professional help. But without papers, Hanson could not leave El Salvador and that meant getting him to the American Embassy in Antiguo Cuscatlán, an hour and a half’s drive away. With Tom unpredictable behavior, Dennis knew he would probably have to sedate him in order to get him there without any upset.
Feeling tired from all the upheaval, Booker crossed his arms over his chest and closing his eyes, he willed himself into an uneasy slumber.
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Waking an hour later, Booker stretched out in the chair and looked around the room. He felt a shiver of fear run down his spine when he saw that Tom was no longer asleep on the bed. Cursing loudly, he mentally berated himself for not taking the key out of the door. If Tom had walked out and tried to go back into the jungle, Dennis knew he would have little chance of finding him again. Jumping to his feet, he ran into the bathroom. Finding it empty, he slammed his fist into the wall. “YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” he yelled, pulling at his hair in frustration. Running back into the bedroom, he was about to grab his car keys and go look for Tom when he noticed an inch of blue denim poking out from under the bed. Reaching down, he pulled out the jeans he had lent to Hanson. Getting down on his hands and knees, he swiped under the bed and pulled out the black t-shirt Tom had been wearing. Puzzled, he lay flat on his stomach and lifting up the valance, he peered under the bed. He let out an audible sigh of relief when he saw Tom lying naked, one hand between his bent legs and the other underneath his face. Suddenly the enormity of how Tom had survived during the last two years hit Booker hard. There had not been any modern comforts in the jungle, just physical violence, sexual assaults and heart stopping terror.
A sob caught in Dennis’ throat and covering his face with his hand, he wept uncontrollably for several minutes. When his grief finally subsided, Booker crawled under the bed and lay next to Tom. Placing a protective arm around Hanson’s waist, he gazed silently at the man who was slowly beginning to steal his heart.
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