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Poor Tom	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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Having given Tom a towel and a new toothbrush out of the bathroom cabinet, Booker bid the young officer goodnight. Stripping down to his t-shirt and boxers, he curled up on the couch and pulled a sheet over his tired body. It was a balmy night, so he left the window open. The TV remained on but he was oblivious to its inane chatter. Instead, he lay and stared at the lace curtain gently rippling in the warm night breeze. He felt emotionally drained, the night’s events having finally taking their toll on him. Tears filled his eyes as he remembered Tom’s anguished cries in the hospital. He wanted so desperately to help Hanson but he was terrified of revealing his true feelings and scaring Tom away. Their relationship was so new and he was well aware that Hanson had trouble trusting him, based on their previous working relationship. However, he hoped that Tom had seen a different side to him tonight, the side that he kept hidden from everyone except those he was extremely close to. He had built up a defensive shield long ago to protect himself from the taunts he had received in high school about of his ambiguous sexuality. Because of the endless intimidation he had faced, he now chose to give off a brash almost reckless persona in the hopes of disarming potential bullies before they had a chance to strike. He knew his offensive attacks alienated him from his fellow officers but he had been doing it for so long, he barely knew how to let his guard down and show the real Dennis Booker. It surprised him how quickly he had been able to reveal his softer side to Hanson. Seeing Tom so distressed was part of the reason why he had willingly dropped his defenses, but even that did not account for all of it. With a sigh, he rolled onto his side and stared blankly at the television. There was no denying it, he was completely in love with Thomas Hanson and that was why he had so openly showed his gentler, caring side. He wanted Hanson to know that he was much more than the smug, overconfident police officer that he so convincingly portrayed himself to be.
Closing his eyes, he let the sound of infomercials gently lull him into a deep sleep. Hours later, he found himself violently yanked from his dreams by the sound of panicked screaming. Disorientated, he tripped over the coffee table as he stumbled around the darkened room. The screaming became louder as he threw open the bedroom door and saw Tom thrashing about in his sleep. “NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOO!” Hanson shrieked hysterically, as his head lashed from side to side.
Without thinking, Booker tried to grab at Tom’s flailing arms, only to receive a punch to his face. Crying out, he staggered backwards, his hand clutching his aching jaw. He took a couple of seconds to calm himself before switching on the bedroom light. “HANSON!” he shouted from the side of the bed. “You need to wake up!”
At the sound of his name, Tom’s eyes flew open. He stopped thrashing around but his chest rose and fell heavily as he lay panting, his body covered in sweat. “Booker?” he whispered, looking around him in shock as he slowly began to remember where he was.
Sitting down on the bed, Dennis laid a comforting hand on Tom’s thigh. “It’s just me. You were having a nightmare.”
“I thought I was…” Tom’s voice trailed off but Booker knew exactly what Hanson had been dreaming about to cause so much distress.
Unsure how to offer comfort, Dennis stood up. “Can I get you anything?” he asked gently.
Tom’s face flushed pink and he quickly averted his eyes. “No. I’m fine, go back to sleep.”
Sensing that Hanson needed something, Booker sat back down on the bed. “Tell me what you want Tommy,” he murmured softly as he gave an encouraging smile.
“It’s stupid,” Tom mumbled, still unable to meet Dennis’ dark gaze.
Booker’s smile softened. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that,” he replied quietly.
Taking a deep breath, Tom turned to face his new friend. “Would it be weird if I asked you to stay with me?” he asked shyly, his face blushing a deeper shade of red.
Dennis felt his heart rate quicken at the thought of sharing a bed with Hanson, but he promptly reined in his feelings “Of course it’s not,” he replied tenderly. “It’s understandable you don’t want to be alone. Just let me switch off the TV and I’ll be right back.”
Tom’s expression visibly relaxed and he lay silently as Dennis left the room. Moments later, Booker returned and switching off the light, he crawled into bed beside Hanson. “Okay?” Dennis asked quietly as he lay down on his side facing Tom.
“Okay,” Hanson replied softly. “Thanks Dennis.”
Booker’s heart skipped a beat and a small shiver of delight ran down his spine at the sound of Tom calling him by his given name. Taking a deep breath, he smiled in return. “You’re welcome.”
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The rest of the night passed peacefully and Booker awoke to the sound of early morning traffic outside his apartment. With a groan, he sat up and running his fingers through his hair, he looked over at Tom who was still sleeping peacefully with his hands tucked under his face like a small child. Dennis’ heart quickened and he marveled at how truly beautiful Hanson was. He longed to reach out and stroke Tom’s sleep tousled hair, but he managed to restrain himself. Being careful not to disturb his bed-mate, he threw back the covers and tiptoed out of the room, silently closing the door behind him. Entering the bathroom, he relieved his bladder before turning on the shower faucets and stepping under the warm water. Still sleepy, he let his hand travel down to his groin and bracing his other hand against the tiled wall, he slowly began to tug at his cock. As his erection grew, his mind traveled back to Tom lying in his bed only a few feet away and he let out a loud moan as his hand quickened. Rubbing his thumb over his weeping slit, his body shuddered with pleasure. Dropping his head, he increased his pace, tugging rapidly as he felt his orgasm rising. Panting heavily, he let out a muffled cry as he ejaculated forcefully over his fingers. Sated, he stood motionless and let the enjoyment of his release sweep over him before picking up the soap and washing himself clean and shampooing his hair. Turning off the faucets, he stepped out into the small bathroom, rubbed himself dry and brushed his teeth. Raking his fingers through his semi-dry dried hair, he checked his reflection in the mirror. A bruise had formed on the left side of his jaw and he winced slightly as his fingers gently poked and prodded at the red mark. Satisfied that it was nothing serious, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked quietly back into the bedroom.
Checking that Tom was still asleep, Booker dropped his towel and pulled on a pair of clean boxers. Rummaging through the clothing laying on the floor and spilling out of his closet, Dennis found a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. When he had finished dressing, he turned around and saw Tom’s sleepy gaze studying him. Booker wondered how long Hanson had been awake and a shiver of delight ran down his spine at the thought of Tom seeing him naked. Quickly composing himself, he gave Tom a warm smile. “Hey Hanson, I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Shaking his head, Tom’s brow creased into a frown. “Where are you going?” he asked, his voice rising slightly in alarm.
“The Chapel,” Booker replied calmly. “I have to go into work Tom, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Tom’s brown eyes stared back at Dennis. “Promise me you won’t say anything to Fuller and the others,” he requested quietly. “I don’t want anyone to know what happened to me.”
Grabbing a pair of socks out of his bedside drawer, Booker perched on the edge of the bed. “I know what happened to you,” he reminded Tom in a soft voice.
Hanson looked away. “You’re different,” he murmured.
Sadness filled Dennis’ heart. “Because I’m not your friend?” he asked, desperately hoping that Tom would contradict him. But Hanson remained silent, unwilling to meet Booker’s gaze. Taking a deep breath, Dennis tried to keep his voice calm. “They’re gonna find out Tom. There’ll be an investigation and when—”
“No,” Tom answered quietly, as his eyes finally met Booker’s. “There won’t be an investigation because I’m not pressing charges.”
Booker stared back, his expression disbelieving. “You can’t let them get away with it Tom! For Christ’s sake! You have to press charges.”
“No I don’t,” Hanson replied sullenly as he dropped his gaze and his fingers started to pick nervously at the scabs on his arm. “I don’t want my mom or my friends to know what happened to me. Not now, not ever. Understand?”
Reaching out, Booker gently pulled Tom’s hand away from his bloodied arm. “You need help Tommy, professional help. Please don’t ask me to lie to Fuller, I’m a cop, I have to tell him what I know. You’ve been deeply traumatized, you need to be cleared before you can go back to work.”
“There’s no need,” Tom answered softly. “I’m quitting the force.”
Booker raked his hand through his hair in frustration. “Tommy, you can’t! For God’s sake, don’t make the decision now! Take some time, ask Fuller to extend your leave but for fuck’s sake don’t throw your career away without even thinking about it.”
“I have thought about it,” Hanson replied, his voice surprisingly calm. “I told you, I don’t want anyone to know what happened to me and the only way I can keep that from happening is to quit.”
Studying Hanson’s tired, pale face, Booker felt himself being backed into a corner. If he agreed not to tell his Captain about Tom’s rape, there would be no need for Hanson to resign. But by keeping the secret, he would be responsible for sending Tom, who was most likely suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, back into the field without his Senior Officer knowing. He felt torn with doing what was best for Hanson and what was best for the Jump Street program. Gazing deep into Tom’s soft, brown eyes, Dennis found himself wavering. Sighing loudly, he gave Hanson a half smile. “One month Hanson. I'll keep my mouth shut for one month but only if you promise not to hand in your notice until we’ve discussed it again when the month is up. Okay?”
Tom’s expression visibly relaxed and he gave Booker a half smile. “Okay, thanks,” he muttered in a barely audible voice.
Pulling on his socks and boots, Dennis stood up. “I’ll be home as soon as I can. Just make yourself at home.”
As he started to walk out of the bedroom, he heard Tom’s soft voice behind him. “Friends?”
Dennis felt tears prick at his eyes. It was the word he had longed to hear. “Friends,” he murmured in assent. But as drove through the heavy morning traffic, he could not help but think that Hanson had managed to manipulate him all too easily.
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