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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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Soft beams of sunlight filtered through the windows, creating abstract patterns across the cabin’s hard wood floor. Dennis slowly opened his eyes and stretching out his body, he yawned sleepily. His early morning erection pushed against his boxers and turning his head, he let out a barely audible moan at the sight of Tom sleeping peacefully beside him. He took a moment to study his perfect features, the softness of his skin, the sharpness of his cheekbones and the inviting curve of his lips. To Dennis, he was perfection, right down to the long bangs that obscured his beautiful brown eyes and he longed to brush his lips against Tom’s, the lips that even in sleep had a penchant to pout.
Sighing in frustration, he carefully pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. Taking hold of his cane, he limped into the bathroom and closed the door. His erection ached to be touched and turning on the shower, he stripped off his boxers and stepped under the warm water. Reaching down, he gently caressed his cock as visions of Tom’s full lips played in his mind. His breath caught in his throat as he trailed a finger over the sensitive ridge of his cockhead and closing his eyes, he ran his finger along his frenulum. Now that he was fully erect, his cock began to weep and encircling his fingers around his shaft, he began to jerk off. A loud moan escaped his lips as he imagined it was Tom’s slim fingers wrapped around him and bracing a hand against the tiled wall, he quickened his pace. Bending his head, the soothing stream of water cascaded over his shoulders and he began to pant as he felt his orgasm rising. Biting down on his lower lip, he stifled a cry of pleasure as warm semen covered his fingers before washing away down the drain.
Tilting back his head, he allowed the temperate water to wash over his face. His mind traveled back to the previous night’s events and he wondered what it had all meant. He could understand Tom’s curiosity but what he did not understand was his willingness to experiment. For the six months he had known Hanson, he had never doubted his heterosexuality but now, he did not know what to think or how to proceed. As much as he craved an intimate relationship with Tom, he did not hold out much hope. The more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself that it was a one off experience and he should accept it, move on and be content with their friendship.
With a sigh, he picked up the bar of soap and lathered his body. After rinsing himself off, he shampooed his hair and once clean, he turned off the faucets and stepped out of the shower cubicle. He quickly dried himself, brushed his teeth and ran his fingers through his damp hair. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he took hold of his cane and opening the bathroom door, he emerged through a waft of steam and into the main room of the cabin. He stopped when he saw that Tom was dressed and standing at the window, his usual relaxed expression now a mask of misery. His heart thudded in his chest and crossing the room, he laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”
Tom jumped at the contact and quickly took a step backwards. Dennis’ heart plummeted and sadness filled his dark eyes. In the space of just a few hours, everything had changed.
Seeing Dennis’ hurt expression, Tom felt a pang of guilt. But the confusion in his mind was overpowering his emotions and he knew he needed to get away. Unable to meet the injured look in Dennis’ eyes, he lowered his head and stared at the floor. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, “I can’t do this.”
Booker’s grip tightened on his cane. “Do what?” he asked in a strained voice.
“This,” Tom mumbled. “I can’t stay here. Not now, not after…” His voice trailed off and he shifted uncomfortably.
Although his heart was breaking, Dennis took a deep breath and pulled himself together. He did not want Tom to see how upset he was, there was no point. All it would achieve was another argument that would ultimately lead to one of them transferring from the Jump Street program.
As he stared at Tom’s bowed head, he managed a forced smile. “Okay, just give me a few minutes to pack up and I’ll drive you—”
“No!” Tom replied quickly and lifting his head, he pleaded with his eyes for Dennis to understand. “I need to be alone. I’ll walk into town and call Penhall and he can pick me up.”
Despite his promise to himself not to get annoyed, Dennis’ eyes flashed with anger. “What you really mean is that you want to get away from me,” he snapped back. “Being with Penhall is not being alone Tom. If you can’t stand to be around me, just fucking say so.”
“I CAN’T BE AROUND YOU!” Tom cried out and raking his fingers through his tousled hair, he began to pace around the room. “Don’t you get it? We kissed! We fucking KISSED! How can you not be freak—” He stopped pacing and gave a hollow laugh. “Of course you’re not freaked out. Why would you be? This is nothing new to you.”
A physical pain stabbed at Booker’s heart. It was all his fault, he had spoiled everything. Through animosity and resentment, they had managed to build up a friendship and in the space of twenty-four hours, the foundations had crumbled and it now lay in ruins. He should never have given in to his desires, he should have ignored Tom’s comment and everything would have been fine.
He should have resisted.
Limping over to the end of the bed, he picked up Tom’s backpack. As his hurt and anger intensified, he turned around and without thinking, he threw it at Hanson.
With one arm in a sling, Tom had no chance of catching the bag and it slammed into his chest. Staggering backwards, he let out a cry as pain radiated through his shoulder. Booker immediately felt guilty and he moved towards Tom. “Hanson I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—”
“Forget it,” Tom muttered and bending down, he picked up his bag and walked out of the cabin.
**
Dennis arrived back at his apartment late in the evening. Throwing his bag down on the floor, he hobbled into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He was tired and depressed and he now wished he had never asked Tom to join him at the cabin. It was because of his desire to have Tom close to him that he had ultimately destroyed their friendship. Now, once again, they were destined to be strangers.
He flopped down onto the sofa and flicked on the television. Taking a gulp of beer, he stared despondently at the screen and thought about Tom. For a fraction of a second during their kiss, he had let himself believe that it was the start of something beautiful, that Tom would fall in love with him and they would live happily ever after. But it was all an impossible dream, a fantasy that his mind refused to relinquish. Tom was straight and that was that.
Struggling to his feet, he grabbed another beer and lay back down. As much as he wanted to drink away his sorrows, he knew it was a bad idea. He would have one more beer and call it a night and he hoped that when sleep finally enveloped him, he would have visions of the man who had stolen his heart.
**
A loud banging woke Dennis from a deep sleep. Rolling over, he cursed when he saw that the time was 3.12 a.m. Climbing out of bed, he grabbed his cane and limped into the living room. “Okay! Okay! I’m coming!” he yelled out as the incessant banging continued. Reaching the door, he slid back the chain and turning the lock, he opened the door to see Tom standing in the corridor. “Hanson?” he muttered in amazement. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Tom gave a goofy grin. “I came to see you,” he replied and without waiting for an invitation, he stumbled into the apartment.
Bewildered by Tom’s behavior, Booker closed the door. Turning around he jumped in surprise when strong arms pulled him into a clumsy hug and Tom pressed his lips against his neck and murmured, “Kiss me.”
“W-What?” Dennis stammered. “Tom what the hell is—”
Tom forced himself against Dennis and pushed him against the wall. “I want… you… to kiss me,” he breathed whilst grinding his body against the startled officer.
Booker did not need asking twice and wrapping his arms around Tom’s slender waist, he pulled him close and kissed him passionately. Immediately the acetic flavor of whiskey assaulted his taste buds and he pulled back. As he gazed into Tom’s unfocused eyes, everything suddenly became clear. “Have you been drinking?”
“Li’l bit,” Tom replied happily.
“Jesus Tommy,” Booker muttered in despair, "how did you get here?”
Tom grinned drunkenly as he swayed on his feet. “My Mush-tang,” he slurred. “How elsh woul’ I ‘ave—”
A deep frown furrowed Booker’s brow and he held out his hand. “Give me your keys.”
A soft pout formed on Tom’s lips. “Why?” he asked moodily.
“Because you shouldn’t be fucking driving!” Booker cried out in exasperation. “Now give me your keys!”
Staggering slightly, Tom placed a hand against the wall for support and reached into his pocket. After several moments, he pulled out his keys and threw them at Dennis. “Happy?” he asked sullenly.
Booker sighed heavily. As much as he wanted to press his body against Tom and kiss him long and hard, he knew he could not take advantage of him in his present intoxicated state. It was obvious that the young officer was on a roller coaster ride of emotion and alcohol was his way of coping with the confusion. He was not thinking clearly and in all probability, come morning, he would have deep regrets about his behavior.
Taking hold of Tom’s hand, Booker led him over to the sofa. “Sit down,” he commanded quietly. Hanson collapsed onto the couch and closing his eyes, he let out a contented sigh. A small smile twitched at Dennis’ lips and bending forward, he gently slipped off Tom’s sling and positioned his body so that he was lying down. Perching himself on the arm of the sofa, he unlaced Tom’s boots and taking them off, he placed them at the end of the coffee table.
Moments later, a soft snoring resonated around the room, signaling that Tom had fallen asleep. Booker stood up and limping over to his closet, he pulled out a blanket. After gently laying it over Tom, he stood for several minutes and gazed down at him before turning away and returning to his bed.
**
Hanson opened his eyes and let out a groan. He felt like shit and he was certain that if he looked in a mirror, the reflection staring back at him would look like shit too. Struggling to a sitting position, he gazed around in confusion at the unfamiliar décor and tried to remember where he was. Slowly, the memory of the night’s events filtered into his mind and holding his aching head in his hands, he let out another groan.
The sound of a rustling newspaper caught his attention and turning around, he saw Booker sitting at a small dining table. A deep blush stained his cheeks and he smiled awkwardly. “Hey.”
Dennis put down his newspaper and returned a small smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Like hell,” Tom muttered. When Booker did not reply, he let out a heavy sigh. “I’m really sorry Dennis, my behavior last night was… embarrassing. I don’t know what came over me.”
Standing up, Booker hobbled over and sat down on the coffee table opposite Tom. “Did you mean it?” he asked quietly.
Tom rubbed his fingers nervously over his upper lip. “Wanting to kiss you?” he mumbled through his fingers. “Yeah I did. When I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened at the lake and…” His voice trailed off and he lowered his gaze to the floor. “Jesus… I just don’t know what it all means.”
Dennis knew that he needed to tread warily. Tom was in a vulnerable place and if he came on too strong, he ran the risk of scaring him off but if he let the moment go, he would lose his one chance of having him in his life. However, no matter how much he yearned to feel Tom’s soft lips pressed against him, he realized now that he wanted to be in a proper relationship, not just a casual fling.
Leaning forward, he placed his hands on Tom’s knees. “You know how I feel about you Tommy,” he murmured softly, “but I won’t be used as an experiment.”
Tom’s cheeks burned red. “Maybe I should just go,” he muttered. “I can’t think about this now.”
Booker studied Tom’s bloodshot eyes. “I’ll drive you,” he stated firmly. “You don’t look in any fit state to be behind the wheel.”
Although he wanted to escape Booker’s soulful gaze as quickly as possible, Tom knew that he should not be driving. “Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll catch a cab back later and get my car.”
“Do you want something to eat first?” Dennis asked.
The thought of food caused Tom’s stomach to churn and he shook his head. “No. I think eating might be a bad idea.”
An amused smile played over Dennis’ lips. “That’ll teach you to flirt with me and then go on a bender,” he chuckled.
Feeling the way he was, Tom did not see the funny side of Dennis’ remark. “Can we just go?” he asked moodily.
Booker stood up. “Sure,” he replied curtly. “Whatever you want.”
Tom knew he was behaving like an ass but when he started to apologize for his surliness, Dennis had already walked out of the apartment.
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