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Dennis awoke to the sound of Tom’s gentle snoring and he instinctively put an arm around his waist and drew him in close. Soft glowing embers were all that remained of the fire in the hearth and the temperature in the cabin had dropped considerably. Shivering with cold, he considered getting up and relighting the fire but the feeling of Tom lying in his arms was too exhilarating and he decided to enjoy the sensation for a few moments longer. However, as he was about to close his eyes and let his imagination wander, he saw a flash of light at the window. At first, he thought he had imagined it but the light soon became stronger and he could hear distant voices calling out in the early morning air.
Sitting up, he gently nudged Tom. “Hanson, wake up. There’s someone outside.”
Tom’s eyes opened and he struggled to a sitting position. It took him a moment to orientate himself before he spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think we should arm ourselves?”
Booker nodded and leaning over the side of the bed, he reached into Tom’s bag and pulled out his gun. After flicking off the safety, he handed it to the injured officer. “Be careful,” he murmured softly as he armed himself with his own 9mm Glock.
Both men got to their feet and keeping low, they moved across the cabin to the far corner where they could keep both windows and the door in their line of vision. Booker could hear Tom’s heavy breathing and he knew he was feeling the same adrenalin rush that was coursing through his own veins. As the voices grew louder, they heard a dog bark and bright torchlight shone through the window just as a loud knocking sounded at the door. “Hello!” a man’s voice called out. “This is Deputy Barnes from the sheriff’s office. Is there anyone in there?”
Tom let out an audible sigh of relief and he lowered his gun as Booker hobbled over to the door and unlatched the bolt. Four uniformed men entered the cabin, including one holding the leash of an overexcited German Shepherd. A kindly faced Deputy stepped forward and smiled at the two young officers. “You’re lucky a passerby spotted your vehicle, it’s a long walk into town and this snow storm is set to last for another twenty-four hours.”
Dennis shook the Deputy’s meaty hand. “We appreciate you coming to find us Deputy Barnes. I’m Officer Dennis Booker and this is Officer Tom Hanson. We were on our way to Elsmere to escort a teen runaway back to California. I guess I’m not used to driving on icy roads.”
Barnes’ gaze turned towards Tom and noticing his arm in the crude sling, he turned to a young, wide-eyed deputy. “Radio through to the hospital and tell ‘em we’re bringing in two men to be checked over.”
The young officer nodded and hurried out of the cabin. Barnes motioned for Tom and Dennis to sit on the bed and lowering his hulking frame onto the one remaining chair, he took out a notebook and wrote down the details of the accident and the name of the officer they were supposed to meet in Elsmere so that he could notify him of the delay. Once satisfied that he had all the information he required, he stood up and gave Tom and Dennis a warm smile. “Deputy Chase will drive you to the hospital and I’ll notify…” he paused for a moment and flipped through his notebook, “…Captain Fuller and I’ll let you know what he advises. Does that sound okay fellas?”
Tom and Dennis nodded. They both suddenly felt overwhelmingly exhausted and they longed for a decent night’s sleep in a comfortable bed.
**
When Tom walked into the hospital waiting room, Booker smiled at the blue sling that now supported his arm. “I’m kind of getting used to seeing you like that.”
Hanson grinned back. “And I’m starting to think you’re bad luck. Every time I go on a case with you I end up with my arm in a sling.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dennis laughed. “Maybe you’re the one that’s back luck for me.”
Sitting down next to Booker, Tom’s expression turned serious. “Have you spoken to Fuller? Is he pissed?”
Dennis sighed heavily. “He’s not happy. I think he’s pretty much figured out that we were arguing when the accident happened. He doesn’t want us to continue on to Elsmere, instead he wants us back at the Chapel A.S.A.P.”
“Great,” Hanson muttered under his breath. “I guess he’s going to hand one of us our transfer papers.”
Turning in his seat, Booker laid a hand on Tom’s knee. “I’ve been thinking about that and I’ve decided to volunteer to leave the Jump Street program.”
Tom’s eyes widened in surprise. “You can’t do that!” he exclaimed. “It wouldn’t be fair.”
A sad smile played over Dennis’ lips. “Maybe,” he murmured quietly, "but you have friends at the Chapel and I don’t so it makes sense for me to leave.”
“No it doesn’t,” Tom replied in a firm voice. “Things have changed Dennis, neither of us should have to go.”
Booker lowered his eyes and let out a sigh. “We may not have a choice.”
Tom rested his hand on top of Booker’s and gave it a squeeze. “Then we stand together and fight.”
**
Captain Adam Fuller gazed at the two battered and bruised young men sitting in front of him. He felt partially responsible for their injuries and he realized that sending two hotheaded men on a fool’s errand had been a mistake on his behalf. He should have known that Booker and Hanson could never successfully work together; they were both too stubborn and too alike to be able to see each other in a positive light and be friends. His heart felt heavy at what he was about to do but deep down, he knew he had been left with no choice. The bottom line was that he could not have two officers working together who did not get along. It was dangerous and it was unproductive.
Clearing his throat, he began to speak when Tom suddenly stood up and held up his hand. “Cap’n wait.”
Fuller let out a sigh. “Save your breath Hanson, I’ve made my decision and nothing you say will change my mind.”
“Whatever you’re about to say you’re wrong,” Tom snapped back insolently. “You haven’t even asked us what happened in Nebraska and now you’re about to transfer one of us out of Jump Street.”
Booker reached up and tugged on Tom’s sleeve. “It’s okay Tommy, I already told you that I’ll go.”
“NO!” Tom yelled and turning back towards Fuller, he laid his hand on his superior’s desk and leaned forward. “This isn’t fair! If you’d bothered to ask you’d know that Dennis and I have put our petty differences behind us!”
Fuller’s dark eyes flashed angrily and leaning forward, he stared into Tom’s face. “Take your hand OFF my desk Hanson,” he commanded in a low voice.
Realizing that he had overstepped the boundaries between officer and captain, Tom took a step backwards. “Sorry Coach,” he muttered. “It’s just that you never gave us a chance to explain.”
Resting back in his chair, Adam gave Tom a measured look. “Are you telling me that you and Booker are able to work together without behaving like kindergarteners?” he asked quietly.
Tom cast a look at Dennis before returning his gaze to Fuller. “That’s right Coach, there’ll be no more arguments. We’re friends now.”
“Is that right?” Fuller muttered whilst continuing to stare at his young charges. He raised his eyebrows when Booker shifted uneasily in his seat as a pink blush stained his olive skin. Unlike the rest of the officers at Jump Street, Adam was unaware of Dennis’ feelings for Tom and he found it odd that the dark-haired officer was finding the conversation uncomfortable. However, he found Tom’s statement to be surprisingly sincere and he sighed with relief. He had not relished the thought of losing either man from his team and if they had managed to sort out their differences, then there was no need for him to transfer one of them to another department.
Tenting his fingers under his chin, he narrowed his eyes. “I’ll give you both a month to prove to me that what you are saying is true,” he instructed in a calm voice. “But the minute the two of you start behaving like children, one of your asses will be out the door so fast, you won’t touch the ground. Understood?”
When Tom and Dennis both muttered, “Yes Cap’n,” Fuller smiled his brilliant white smile. “Excellent. Now, I want you both to take a few days leave. Rest up, recuperate and report back to the Chapel on Monday.”
As they walked out of Fuller’s office, Dennis grabbed hold of Tom’s arm and pulled him to one side. Running a hand through his hair, he gave him a nervous smile. “I was thinking of going to my uncle’s cabin on the lake for a few days. You know, do a spot of fishing and enjoy the peace and quiet. Do you want to come?”
Taken aback by Booker’s invitation, Tom did not immediately reply. When Booker averted his eyes in embarrassment, he finally found his voice. “Can I trust you not to drive us into a tree?” he asked cheekily.
Dennis raised his eyes and gave Tom a mischievous smile. “I can’t promise anything Hanson, but I’ll try my hardest.”
Tom grinned back. “Then it’s a yes.”
**
Sitting at the water’s edge listening to the gentle lap of the waves as the sun disappeared over the horizon, Hanson let out a contented sigh. Booker had picked him up at first light and they had been at the cabin for the whole day. They had spent their time fishing and talking and although at first, the conversation had been somewhat stilted, after a few beers and an early dinner of hamburgers cooked on the barbecue, they had both begun to relax. Now, gazing at Booker’s tranquil face, he found the courage to ask the question that had been on his mind for days. “When did you know?”
“Huh?” Dennis asked distractedly as he watched the last remnants of the sun vanish from the sky.
“When did you know you liked men as well as women?” Tom clarified in a soft voice.
Booker’s head snapped around and he stared at Hanson. “Why?” he asked coldly. “What difference does it make?”
Tom blushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to offend you Dennis,” he replied quietly. “I guess I’m just curious.”
Dennis cursed silently to himself. Once again he had acted impulsively and put up his defenses before taking the time to understand why Tom had asked the question. He realized now that it was obvious that Tom would be curious and he knew that his new friend meant him no harm. Humans were naturally curious creatures and when they wanted to understand something, they asked.
Reaching down into the ice chest next to his deck chair, he pulled out two beers and handed one to Tom. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to bite your head off.”
Tom accepted the beer and pulled off the top. “That’s okay,” he muttered, “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“You weren’t,” Dennis replied hurriedly and realizing the absurdity of the comment, he let out a chuckle. “Well, yeah you were, but it’s okay, I don’t mind talking about it.”
When Tom didn’t answer, he continued, “In a way, I think I always felt different but I was about eleven when I first thought about kissing a boy.”
Unable to keep his curiosity at bay, Tom turned and faced Booker. “Did you try and fight it?” he asked.
A sad expression crossed over Dennis’ face. “Of course I did,” he replied quietly. “I was brought up going to church every Sunday, homosexuality was a sin and I was destined to go to hell for thinking such thoughts.”
A picture of Dennis as a boy flashed into Tom’s mind and his heart filled with compassion for the preteen who was so confused by urges in his body that he had been taught were sinful and wrong. “That must have been really difficult,” he murmured.
Dennis sighed and stared at the darkening lake. “It was,” he replied sadly as he remembered the feelings of confusion and isolation. “But after a few years of living in denial, I realized that I couldn’t pretend any longer and so I told my mom and dad.”
“What did they say?” Tom asked quietly.
Booker’s eyes glistened at the memory. “They were actually pretty okay with it. I guess I was one of the lucky ones to have such supportive parents.”
A heavy silence hung in the air for several minutes before Tom asked his next question. “So what was it like? I mean, the first time you kissed a guy… was it different to kissing a girl?”
A small smile played over Booker’s lips and tilting his head on one side, he gazed deep into Tom’s brown eyes. “If you’re that curious Hanson, why don’t you kiss me and find out?”
Tom’s reaction was the last thing Booker expected. “Maybe one day I will.”
Booker felt a rush of blood to his cock and he stifled a moan. Things were suddenly getting out of control and he felt the need to slow the situation down. Using his cane as support, he hauled himself to his feet. “Maybe we should call it a night, I’m pretty tired.”
A shiver of relief ran through Tom’s body. He had no idea why he had made such a comment, the words had just tumbled from his lips without any thought. Now he felt foolish and he hoped that Dennis had not taken offence at the remark.
Standing up, he followed Booker into the cabin and closed the door. The lodge was much more luxurious than the hunter’s cabin but it only had two rooms. The main room consisted of a small kitchenette, a round dining table, four chairs, two sofas, several coffee tables and a double bed. There was a door leading off from the back wall that led into a spacious bathroom. Several rugs adorned the wooden floors and overall, the atmosphere was cozy and inviting.
Booker’s voice suddenly broke through the silence. “There’s only one bed so we can share or one of us will have to sleep on the sofa.”
Once again, Tom reacted before he had time to think about the consequences. “I don’t mind sharing a bed,” he responded quietly. “We’ve done it before.”
“Okay,” Dennis replied as he walked into the bathroom. “As long as you’re fine with it.”
The sound of Booker brushing his teeth came through the open door and Tom stood listening for a moment before taking off his sling and starting to undress. When he was wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, he sat on the end of the bed and waited for Dennis to finish. When Booker walked into the room, he stood up and took his turn in the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth, he studied his reflection in the mirror and he wondered why he was flirting with Dennis. He had never behaved that way with another man before and yet now, here he was, sending out signals that he was not sure even he understood. Deep down he knew he was curious about Dennis’ bisexuality but he never thought he would actually act upon it. His mind was in turmoil and he began to wonder if he really could kiss another man.
Spitting out the toothpaste into the basin, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He had no idea what would happen when he walked back into the bedroom but despite his confusion, he was not afraid to find out.
Switching off the light, he exited the bathroom. Booker lay under the covers and his bare chest revealed just how toned and muscular he was. Tom stared at him with wide eyes and for the briefest of moments, he wondered if Dennis was naked.
The shocked expression on Tom’s face conveyed his thoughts and a broad smile split Dennis’ face. “Don’t panic Hanson,” he laughed, “I’m respectable under here.
Blushing with embarrassment, Tom hurried over to the bed and quickly climbed under the covers. Pulling the blanket up to his chin, he kept his eyes firmly on the ceiling.
Feeling the mattress depress, he held his breath as Booker rolled over to face him. He jumped slightly when an arm draped across his waist. “Hey,” Dennis murmured, "don’t worry, I was only teasing before when I suggested we kiss.”
Feeling like a virginal teenager, Tom pulled himself together and rolling over, he gazed deep into Dennis’ eyes. “But I wasn’t,” he replied softly. “I can’t deny it Booker, I’m curious.”
A flicker of excitement shone in Dennis’ eyes. “You are?” he asked in a breathless voice. “Jesus Tommy, I never would have thought… I mean... hell! I want to kiss you but I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you’re going to regret.”
“I’m sure and you’re not,” Hanson mumbled nervously before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “What I mean is, I want to know what it’s like because I’ve been thinking about it ever since we got here.”
Although still shocked by Tom’s revelation, Dennis was not about to pass up the opportunity he had dreamed about for six months. Taking hold of the blankets, he carefully pulled them back and laid his hand on Tom’s waist. Smiling lovingly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Tom’s forehead.
Hanson drew in a sharp intake of breath and his face burned red. Unperturbed, Booker rained soft butterfly kisses over Tom’s face for several moments before lifting his head and gazing tenderly down at him. The bright light of the full moon shone through the ill-fitting curtains and softly illuminated their faces. “Are you okay?” he murmured.
Tom’s mouth twitched into a nervous smile. “Yeah,” he replied quietly. “It’s just a little strange, you know?”
Dennis’ fingers traced patterns over Tom’s hip. “Does this bother you?” he asked. “Because I can stop if it does.”
Looking deep into Booker’s eyes, Hanson shook his head. “No,” he answered in a trembling voice, “I-I kinda like it.”
Growing bolder, Booker leaned forward and nuzzled against Tom’s neck. “God I want to kiss you,” he breathed. “Can I kiss you?”
Tom’s breathing labored in his chest as his body started to tremble. “O-Okay,” he whispered in a shaky voice. He could not believe that he was really letting it happen, that he was actually going to kiss another man. Closing his eyes, he felt soft lips press against his own as Dennis kissed him tenderly. His body instantly reacted to the sensation and parting his lips, he moaned as he felt a moist tongue enter his mouth. He was surprised at the gentleness of the kiss and as their tongues entwined, he could taste spearmint toothpaste and the reality of the situation hit him like a freight train. Breaking the kiss, he flopped back against his pillow and ran a trembling hand over his lips. “Jesus,” he muttered. “Oh Jesus.”
Propping himself up on his elbow, Dennis gave Tom an amused look. “I’ve never had that reaction before,” he laughed softly. “I’m not quite sure what to make of it.”
Hanson returned a shy smile. “I didn’t think it would be like that,” he confessed quietly. “I never thought you’d be so… tender.”
Reaching out his hand, Booker gently brushed Tom’s hair from his eyes. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Tommy,” he replied softly. “But if you want, we can spend some time together and get to know each other better.”
Swallowing deeply, Tom nodded his head. “Okay,” he murmured, "but I need to know something first.”
“Sure,” Dennis replied, "what do you want to know?”
Rubbing his fingers furiously over his lips, Tom’s face flushed pink. “Do you have a thing for me?” he asked shyly.
Rolling onto his back, Dennis placed his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. “I think you already know the answer to that,” he replied quietly.
“So is that a yes?” Tom persisted in a quiet voice.
Booker let out a sigh and threw an arm over his face. “Go to sleep Tommy.”
Tom took the hint and turning away, he snuggled under the covers. However, sleep eluded him as his mind played over the night’s events.
He had kissed Dennis Booker and he had liked it.
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