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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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The air conditioning hummed loudly inside the brightly lit office within the American Embassy building. Booker chewed nervously on his lower lip as the middle-aged consular official slowly re-read the paperwork Dennis had provided which included Hanson’s birth certificate and letters from the Police Commissioner and the Mayor confirming Tom’s employment in the now defunct Jump Street program. Tom stood at the window, staring silently out at the busy street below. Dennis was grateful for Tom’s placid state of mind but he still felt nervous and jumpy and he glanced anxiously at Ben, who gave him a reassuring smile. After what seemed like an eternity, the official laid the paperwork back on his desk and cleared his throat before speaking. “You say he was missing for two years?”
Dennis scowled, tiredness and frustration causing his temper to rise. “For the twentieth time, YES! This is bullshit! How many times do I have to repeat the story for you to believe me?”
“Steady Dennis,” Ben advised as he placed a calming hand on Booker’s arm. “They have to be thorough. They can’t just issue paperwork on your say-so.”
Screwing his eyes closed and pinching the bridge of his nose, Dennis mentally counted to ten in an effort to calm himself. When he opened his eyes, he saw Tom staring at him, a worried expression on his beautiful face. In an effort to allay Hanson’s fears, Booker gave him what he hoped was a comforting smile but Hanson was not that easily fooled and his frown deepened. Concerned that Tom might once again begin to reassure himself through sexual stimulation, Booker stood up and joined Hanson by the window. Placing his hand against Tom’s cheek, he smiled as his thumb gently caressed his soft skin. “Don’t worry Tommy,” he crooned tenderly, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m just a little tired, that’s why I raised my voice.”
“Den-nis es triste?” Tom asked quietly, mirroring Dennis’ actions by stroking his face.
Booker turned to Ben for a translation. “He’s asking if you’re sad,” Halley explained.
Returning his gaze to Tom, Dennis shook his head. “No Tom, I’m not sad, just tired.”
“Dennis está cansado,” Ben addressed Tom.
“Oh,” Hanson replied. Happy with Ben’s explanation, he resumed his scrutiny of the activity outside the window. “O-kay.”
Sitting back down, Booker gave the consular official a hard stare. “We’ve been here for over five hours and talked to three different people, at least tell me if you’re going to help us.”
The man looked over at Tom and studied him for many minutes before replying. “It will take a few days but I’ll start the paperwork to issue Mr. Hanson a new passport. In the meantime I can recommend a hotel for you to stay at.”
Booker’s shoulders relaxed and he let out an audible sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he muttered softly.
Getting out of his chair, Dennis once again joined Tom by the window. Placing a hand against Hanson’s jaw, he gently turned Tom’s face towards him. “We’re going home Tommy,” he murmured, his eyes bright with tears. “Then we can get you the help you need.”
“We’re go-ing home,” Tom pronounced slowly, his eyes staring at Booker in puzzlement.
“Dennis y te vas a casa a los Estados Unidos,” Ben responded with a smile. You and Dennis are going home to the United States.
“A los Estados Unidos?” Tom asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
“Sí,” Booker replied happily. “A los Estados Unidos,”
Tom grinned happily. “Home,” he murmured. “Nos vamos home.”
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Ben made the decision to drive back to San Salvador but he promised that he would return to see them off at the airport once they had their flights confirmed. Dennis found the hotel the embassy official had recommended and booked in on a day-by-day basis. Unlocking the door, he followed Tom into the tastefully decorated room. Throwing his bag onto the bed, he let out a loud groan as he rolled his shoulders in an effort to relax his tense muscles. Hanson immediately turned around, his expression concerned. “Den-nis o-kay?” he asked quietly.
Genuinely touched by Tom’s concern, Booker smiled. “I’m fine Tommy, just tired and stiff. Maybe I’ll take a shower.”
“Show-wer,” Tom repeated, nodding solemnly.
Hanson’s serious tone made Dennis laugh and he gave Tom a hug. Pulling away, he gazed deep into Tom’s trusting eyes. “God, I’m so glad I found you,” he murmured into Tom’s hair.
Grinning happily, Tom kissed Dennis on the cheek before moving over to the window so he could watch the activity on the busy streets below. Booker’s fingers lightly played over the area where Tom’s lips had been and he felt a shiver of desire run through his body. The more time he spent with Tom, the harder it was to keep his own yearnings under control.
Kicking off his boots, he walked into the bathroom. Pulling his damp t-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor, he studied his reflection in the mirror above the sink. He ran a finger over the dark smudges under his eyes, a symptom of his lack of sleep over the last few days. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, he stepped into the large shower cubicle and turned on the faucets. As the warm water ran over his body, he felt his muscles relax and he sighed contentedly. Closing his eyes, he ducked his head and let the healing warmth relieve his aching body as his fingers lazily played with his cock. So lost in the therapeutic effects of the warm water and his own sexual pleasure as his fingers teased his cock to life, Dennis did not hear Tom enter the bathroom. It was only when he felt a cool breeze against his skin as the shower curtain opened, that he looked up with a start to see Hanson standing naked beside him. “Tommy show-wer?” Tom asked, his eyes full of innocence.
“Oh God,” Booker moaned softly, the sight of Tom standing wide-eyed and naked making his cock swell even more.
Looking down at Dennis’ erection, Tom smiled knowingly. “Tommy ayudar Den-nis lefa?” Tommy help Dennis come?
Although not completely understanding Tom’s words, Booker could read his body language. His mind screamed Yes! Yes! Yes! as he imagined Hanson’s hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. However, he had allowed himself to give into his desire once already and he had vowed that he would not take advantage of Tom’s fragile mental state again. Releasing his cock, he stared back at Hanson and shook his head. “No Tommy, I don’t.”
Without asking for permission, Tom stepped into the shower cubicle and stood next to Booker under the cascading water. Staring deep into Dennis’ eyes, he reached down and started to tug at his own cock. “Tommy quiere lefa,” he murmured softly. Tommy wants to come.
“Jesus Tommy, don’t,” Dennis breathed, unable to avert his eyes from Tom’s growing erection.
“Tommy le gusta,” Tom moaned, his eyes never leaving Booker’s gaze as his hand tugged and fondled his cock. Tommy likes.
“Stop,” Booker whispered, but it was a perfunctory command and Hanson showed no signs that he had heard the request.
Instead, his hand quickened and he began to pant. “Se siente tan bien,” he groaned loudly. “Oh Dios, se siente tan bien!” Oh God, it feels so good!
Booker remained paralyzed and although he had stopped masturbating, his cock continued to swell at the sight of Tom’s mounting pleasure. He knew he should call a halt to Tom’s erotic display of self-gratification, especially because he was gaining his own pleasure from watching the sensual scene unfold. But he was now past the point of being able to stop Tom, even if he wanted to. Hanson’s voice became louder as his orgasm rose. “Aah… aah… aah… me gusta! Me gusta! Oh sí! Oh sí! Oh sííí!" I like! I like! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yesss!
Tom’s body shuddered as he ejaculated over his fingers. The uninhibited display of sexual gratification pushed Dennis over the edge and grabbing his cock, he brought himself to climax with two quick strokes. Shame immediately overwhelmed him and a sob caught in his throat when he looked up and saw Tom’s serene face smiling happily. Shoving Hanson violently against the wall, he exited the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist, he stormed into the bedroom. A moment later Tom entered the room, his expression bewildered. “Den-nis?” he queried, laying a hand on Booker’s shoulder.
Dennis spun around, his face contorted in anger. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” he yelled, spittle flying from his lips. “WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS?”
Distressed by Booker’s rage, Tom dropped to the floor and covered his head with his arms. “Lo siento! Por favor no me hagas daño!” I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!
Seeing the terror on Tom’s face, Dennis’ fury quickly evaporated. Dropping to his knees, he attempted to pull Tom into a hug but Hanson cried out in fear and scurried away on his hands and knees. When he attempted to crawl under the bed, Dennis held onto his ankles, causing Tom to scream hysterically as his legs kicked out, connecting painfully with Booker’s body. “NO! NO! NO!” he yelled, frantically breaking free and scuttling over to the corner of the room and curling into a protective ball.
Frightened by Tom’s reaction, Dennis immediately stopped moving. “Shh Tommy, it’s okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
A soft whimpering sounded from the corner of the room and Dennis felt a painful stabbing in his heart. He had verbally attacked a mentally frail man because of his own guilt and humiliation at being unable to control his urges. He knew it was his own fault for not stopping Tommy when he first entered the shower and he felt nothing but shame for how he had behaved. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, he had taken advantage of Tom’s unabashed sexual promiscuity. He wondered if he was damaging Tom further and he briefly considered admitting him back into hospital. But he quickly pushed the thought away when he remembered the sight of Tom tethered to a bed, thrashing frantically in an effort to break free from his bindings. If he could only get through the next few days without being enticed by Tom’s advances, he would be able to help Tom by finding the best facility in the States to help him overcome his mental traumas.
Moving slowly across the floor on his hands and knees so as not to startle Tom, Booker stopped when he was about a foot from where Hanson sat huddled. Sitting cross-legged, he spoke in a low, calm voice. “I really am sorry Tommy. It was my fault, I know you can’t help it.”
“Bastardo!” Tom spat, kicking out viciously. His foot connected with Dennis’ groin and he doubled over in pain, a loud oomph escaping from his lips. Excruciating pain flared in Booker’s body and a wave of nausea washed over him. Tears filled his eyes and he panted heavily as he tried to regain his breath. Unable to move, he groaned loudly, his hands protectively covering his crotch in case Tom decided on a second onslaught. Instead, he felt a hand clumsily stroking his hair. “Lo siento Den-nis!” Tom sobbed.
Blinking back his tears, Dennis lifted his head a managed a watery smile. “It’s okay Tommy,” he gasped, laying a comforting hand on Hanson’s leg. “It’s okay.”
“Estúpido! Estúpido!” Tom cried out, brutally punching himself on the side of the head with his fists.
“No Tommy, stop!” Booker yelled, his pain temporarily forgotten. Wrestling the distressed man to the ground, he wrapped his arms around him to further prevent him from hurting himself. “Shh Tommy, shh. It’s okay. Dennis is okay.”
During their tussle, their towels dislodged and both men lay naked on the floor. As they held each other tightly, they sobbed uncontrollably, both distraught at the pain they had caused to the other. As the minutes passed, Dennis slowly disengaged himself and wiping the tears from Tom’s face, he smiled lovingly. “No more tears. Everything’s okay now Tommy.”
Tom’s wide eyes stared back. “Den-nis o-kay?” he asked quietly.
Booker nodded and ruffled Hanson’s hair. “Yes Tommy, I’m okay.”
A small smile played over Tom’s lips and standing up, he began to dress. Dennis sighed in relief and scrambling slowly to his feet, he pulled on his own clothes. Tom’s violent display of self-harm had unnerved him and now more than ever, he was desperate to get back to America so Hanson could begin his journey to recovery.
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