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Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Waking from a light nap, Booker turned his head and gazed at Tom’s sleeping face. He smiled to himself as he studied Hanson’s fine, delicate features and his stomach flip-flopped with longing. Tom’s beauty took Dennis’ breath away and he wished he could pepper the soft, perfect skin with tender, reassuring kisses. At the thought, his cock twitched with arousal and he quickly looked away. He was not there to seduce Tom; he was there because he had real concerns for Hanson’s welfare. Also, he knew he had no chance of ever making Tom his own. Hanson was straight and Booker would just have to satisfy himself with fantasies of Tom’s hot mouth wrapped around his cock whilst he brought himself to climax with his own hand.
Sitting up, he looked at the time and saw it was nearly 6pm. He climbed carefully off the bed so as not to awaken Hanson and walked out into the kitchen. Seeing a pizza menu stuck on the refrigerator door, he grabbed the phone and dialed the number. He order two large pizzas with the lot and walked back into the bedroom. Sitting down on the bed, he laid a hand on Tom’s shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. “Hey Hanson, it’s time to wake up,” he murmured softly.
Tom’s eyes fluttered open and he gazed sleepily up at Booker. “What time is it?” he asked, rubbing his hand over his face.
“Gone six,” Booker replied. “I hope you don’t mind but I’ve ordered some pizza.”
Struggling to a sitting position, Tom gave Dennis an embarrassed look. “You don’t have to stay with me,” he muttered. “I’m okay on my own.”
Booker smiled sadly. “Yeah I do,” he answered before adding in a quiet voice, “And no, you’re not.”
Swinging his legs off the bed, Hanson stood up and stared down at Dennis. “What exactly does that mean?” he asked, his voice sounding strained.
Having never been one to prevaricate, Booker decided to be candid with Hanson. He exhaled heavily and stared into Tom’s narrowed eyes. “When I arrived here, you had a loaded gun in your hand with the safety catch off. Either you were ready to shoot someone or you were ready to shoot yourself. Either way, it tells me that you shouldn’t be on your own.”
Tom’s eyes widened in shock and he ran a trembling hand through his tousled hair. “I…” he began, but the rest of his words were lost when he choked back a sob. Memories of the cold steel muzzle pressed against his skin overwhelmed him and he clamped his hand over his mouth as tears filled his dark brown eyes.
Seeing the distress on Tom’s face, Dennis stood up and wrapped his arms around his colleague’s quivering body, pulling him close. “Oh God,” Hanson whispered against Booker’s neck. “I wanted to end it Booker. I had the gun… and I put it under my chin… Oh God, I just wanted the pain to stop! But then I thought of my mom… and I couldn’t… I just cou—”
“Shh,” Booker murmured softly as Tom broke down and wept. “It’s good that you told me. Now we can get you some help.”
Pulling away from Dennis’ embrace, Hanson glared at the dark haired officer and wiped at his nose with the back of his hand. “I told you,” he replied in a tense voice. “I don’t want anyone to know.”
Realizing his faux pas, Dennis’ quickly thought of a response. “I just meant I could help you,” he covered quickly. “You know, I could stay here for a few days until you’re feeling better.”
Tom’s eyes narrowed and he studied Booker’s face as he tried to work out if he was lying. Finally convinced that Dennis was telling the truth, he managed a small smile. “Yeah, okay. I guess I could use some company.”
Booker sighed inwardly and returned the smile. A loud knock signaled the arrival of their pizza and Booker pulled out his wallet and went to answer the door. He felt relieved that he had managed to placate Tom so quickly and he recognized that he needed to be more careful with what he said or he risked pushing Hanson over the edge.
**
After eating two slices of pizza, Tom once again retired to the bedroom. Booker took the opportunity to phone Captain Fuller and feign sickness so he could take a couple of days off work and be there for Hanson. His superior sounded slightly suspicious but he granted Booker the leave and told him to report in first thing Thursday morning.
Kicking off his boots, Dennis turned off the lights and switched on the TV before settling back on the couch. He knew that tomorrow would be a difficult day, especially for Hanson. There would be blood tests and an internal exam and then the interminable wait for the results.
However, Booker knew that no matter what the results were, he would be by Tom’s side every step of the way helping him through it. His feelings for the young officer were becoming more intense as each hour passed and he was aware that he needed to be careful and not overstep the boundaries of their blossoming friendship. If he did, he risked losing Hanson forever.

**
Sunlight filtered in through the partially shuttered window, the warm rays shining down on Booker’s sleeping face. Screwing his eyes tightly shut in an effort to block out the light, Dennis groaned and rolled over onto his side. He groaned again as the ache in his back spread down to his hip. Opening his eyes, he sat up and rubbed his face with his hands. Tom’s couch was only a two-seater and he had spent an uncomfortable night with his knees bent up and his head resting on a flat cushion.
Standing up, he braced his hands against his lower back and stretched out his spine as he yawned loudly. He had spent a good part of the night comforting Tom. Vivid, terrifying nightmares continuously plagued Hanson throughout the night and he woke constantly, screaming in terror, his tense body drenched in sweat. Each time, Booker held him in his arms and gently rocked him until his breathing slowed and he once again closed his eyes and fell back into a troubled sleep. However, the scenario repeated itself over and over throughout the long night and neither man managed to get much sleep.
Pushing open the bedroom door, Booker stared at Tom’s sleeping form lying in a tangle of sheets. His face looked surprising tranquil and Dennis felt his heart flutter. Pulling the door closed, he went into the bathroom and closed the door. He relieved his full bladder before searching for a towel. Once located, he hunted through the bathroom vanity until he found a toothbrush still in its packaging. Taking it out, he ripped off the wrapping and placed it next to the basin. Booker had no problem making himself at home in Tom’s apartment. He did not want Hanson to feel put out by having a guest in his home and the easiest way to do that was to fend for himself.
Stripping off his clothes, he stepped into the shower and turned on the faucets, partially pulling the curtain closed around the cubicle. He sighed contentedly as the warm water eased his stiff, aching muscles. He washed his hair before picking up the soap and lathering his body with the sweet smelling bar. When his fingers ran lightly over his genitals, his cock immediately twitched to life. Moaning in pleasure, he braced his left hand against the tiled wall and dropping his head, he fondled his thick cock. His fingers played lightly over his growing erection and when he pictured Tom’s face in his mind, he began to tug at his growing shaft. A loud groan escaped his lips and he quickened his pace. Heat exploded in his belly and he could feel his orgasm rising. “Oh Tommy,” he breathed softly. “Oh God.”
The bathroom door suddenly opened and Tom wandered in, his eyes blurry with sleep. Dennis yelped in surprise, the sight of Hanson pushing him over the edge. Ejaculating forcefully over his fingers, his juices mixed with the warm water and flowed down the drain. Hanson’s head turned at the sound and his eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of Booker with his cock in his hand. Booker’s face flamed bright red and he quickly pulled the shower curtain closed as his heart began to hammer in his chest. The shame of being caught masturbating overwhelmed him and hot tears burned his eyes, obscuring his vision.
An awkward silence stretched out between the two men before Tom finally spoke. “Geez Booker, I’m sorry,” he mumbled from the other side of the shower curtain. “I forgot you were here.”
“That’s okay,” Dennis replied softly, his voice quivering slightly. “I should have closed the curtain.”
Tom chewed uneasily on his lower lip. “Well, um, I’ll let you finish up.”
Booker did not bother to reply. When he heard the bathroom door close, he let out a relieved sigh. He could not believe how stupid he had been. How difficult was it to lock the fucking door? Turning off the faucets, he stepped out of the shower and buried his burning face in the fluffy white towel. He had no idea if Tom had heard him moaning his name but he did know that seeing a naked man climaxing in his shower was probably not what Tom’s fragile mind needed to witness. However, it had been an innocent error of judgment on Booker’s part and all he could hope was that Hanson would be able to see it that way and laugh it off. The last thing he wanted was to add to Tom’s anguish because of a stupid mistake.
After toweling himself dry, Booker brushed his teeth and dressed back in his clothes. He stood for several minutes staring at the door before finally finding the courage to open it. Wandering out into the living area, he saw Tom sitting on the couch. Hearing Booker’s footsteps, Hanson turned his head and smiled uncomfortably. “Finished?” he asked quietly. “Because I really need to take a piss.”
“Yeah,” Booker replied, unable to meet Tom’s gaze. Tom stood up and walked silently past him and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Dennis heard the soft click of the lock turning and his face once again burned scarlet. Hoping to take his mind off his humiliation, he searched through Hanson’s refrigerator for something to make for breakfast. Settling on scrambled eggs and toast, he busied himself with the preparation. Half an hour later, he turned to see Tom standing next to him. He smiled awkwardly and held up a skillet. “Eggs okay?” he asked. “I thought we could have breakfast and then I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
Tom’s jaw clenched and his hands balled into tight fists. “I’ve changed my mind,” he replied, the stress evident in his voice. “I’m not going to the hospital.”
Booker gave Tom a hard glare. “I told you yesterday, it’s not negotiable,” he answered back crossly. “You need to be examined by a doctor.”
Hanson’s eyes flashed angrily. “Who died and made you fucking in charge?” he yelled. “We’re not friends Booker, you can’t tell me what to do! I can make my own decisions.”
Slamming the pan down on top of the stove, Dennis completely lost his temper. “You’re such a fucking PRICK Hanson!” he shouted. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the only one who seems to be concerned about your welfare; no one else gives a damn! You say you can make your own decisions but you were stupid enough to get in a car with a known psychopath! Fucking brilliant! Well fine, you know what? I don’t need this shit. Just don’t come crying to me the next time you put a gun to your head.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Booker instantly wished he could take them back. Tom’s wide eyes filled with tears and he stood gaping at Dennis, the harshness of the words reverberating in his mind. Cursing inwardly at his lack of tact, Booker took a step forward and tried to put his arm around Tom’s shaking shoulders. “Tommy I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean that.”
Hanson immediately stepped out of Booker’s reach. “You’re right,” he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. “It’s my fault, I deserved to be raped.”
“No!” Booker exclaimed in horror. “That’s not what I meant! I… damn! I don’t know why I said that. Tommy please, I didn’t mean it, I’m just so worried about you and I really want to take you to the hospital to make sure you’re okay.”
Covering his face in his hands, Tom started to weep. “What if I’ve caught something!” he cried out in despair. “What if I’ve contracted HIV?”
Suddenly Hanson’s reluctance to go to the hospital became clear to Booker. He was terrified that the results would show that the man had infected him with HIV and as the old adage said, ignorance was bliss. Moving forward, Dennis pulled Tom against his chest and held him close. “Oh Tommy,” he muttered into Hanson’s hair. “Whatever happens, there are plenty of people who love and care about you and they will help you through it.”
Lifting his tear stained face, Tom gazed deep into Booker’s dark eyes. “Including you?” he whispered.
A lump formed in Dennis’ throat and he swallowed it down. “Including me,” he affirmed and keeping his arms wrapped around his new friend, he prayed to whichever Gods were listening, to give Tom a clean bill of health.
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