[Makebelieve] revisited fic: Snapshots: Whipped Cream And Motorbikes - 21 jumpstreet/Booker - Hansen/Booker

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Note: this first appeared June 19, 07

Snapshots: Whipped Cream And Motorbikes
by PEJA

Fandom: 21 Jumpstreet
Pairing: Tom Hanson/Dennis Booker
Portrayed by Johnny Depp and Richard Grieco
Summary: Tom spends some quality time thinking about his new partner.
Warning: mild bondage, kink, food play
Dedicated to Jeannette, (21jumpstreetslash at lists.squidge.org) who requests a
Tom/Dennis fic using the words:
leather, whipped cream, motorbike, shower, handcuffs
Written for the http://groups.yahoo.com/group/21JumpstreetSlash and
http://lists.squidge.org/wws/info/21jumpstreetslash
You can find all the snapshot fics on the WWOMB by clicking on the snapshots
series under my author name
http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=123<http://www.squidge.org/%7Epeja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=123>or
through my LJ
Disclaimers: 21 Jumpstreet belongs to its creator.



He's the classic in bad boy. A present day James Dean, Dennis Booker is.

First time Tom Hanson laid eyes on him in that freaking leather jacket,
riding that damn motorbike with the wind blowing through his raven's wing
hair...Damn it to hell, he set Tom's blood to boiling over with a pure 100
proof jolt of lust. And oh so not in a bad way. Just the sight of him had
Tom's cock springing to a full salute. If it could talk, it would have been
singing an anthem to the man.

Up till now Tom'd been hiding this raging lust fest from everyone. Most of
all from him.

Or so he'd thought.

So tonight was just not a good night to run into him in a dark alley.

Now, standing handcuffed to some sort of cross bar with Dennis Booker, his
very own personal wet dream, leaning a casual hip against the night stand,
Tom had to think maybe the man wasn't as in the dark as he had figured he
was.

"So I'm thinking," Book slanted him a purely sensuous look under dark brows
that went straight to his groin and drawing out a hungry groan. Book smiled
lecherously at the desperate sound. "I'm thinking," he repeated in a sexy
drawl. "That maybe all the hostility you have been throwing my way might not
be pure hatred after all. thought maybe it could actually be... something
more interesting."

Tom opened his mouth to protest, but the words stalled in his throat when
Booker picked up a canned whipped cream and began to shake it slowly as he
sauntered towards him.

"I mean, I've seen you looking at my ass when you think I'm not paying
attention." He covered his index finger with the sweet confection. "want
some?" He slathered the surgery cream over Tom's lower lip. "Mmm, pretty..."
He leaned over and licked off a corner even as Tom swiped at the treat.

Tom's tongue recoiled as Booker's brushed up against his.

Booker chuckled, leaning his forehead against Tom's. "Come on, baby. I know
you want me."

"I don't..."

Booker rubbed his body against Tom's, grinning knowingly as Tom's hips
thrust wildly for contact. "Liar."

Tom ducked his gaze, chewing at his bottom lip, savoring the sweet still
clinging there.

His attention snapped back when Booker sprayed his chest with the cream.

"Book..."

Dennis Booker captured his gaze, pressing the creamed covered finger to
Tom's lips. "You only have to tell me no and I'll stop."

Tom shivered against his tormentor. He was a cop. If this got out... ah, but
damn, he wanted... His lips parted and he sucked in the sweet creamed
finger, sucking on it for all he was worth.

Booker grinned and pulled his finger out of Tom's clinging mouth, only to
claim the sugared lips in a heated, devouring kiss. The blanket of cream on
Tom's chest squished between them as they pressed against each other, trying
to get inside the other's skin.

As they pulled apart, Booker had to laugh at the squishy, creamy mess. "What
say we hit the shower, then take this to bed, baby?"

His cheeks pinking up prettily, Tom nodded and waited impatiently while
Booker released him from the crossbar.

Free of the makeshift imprisonment, he flung himself into Booker's arms and
made a full scale assault on the other man's lips.

It might not be the safe thing to do. But safe be damned. Tom wanted Booker,
and he meant to have him.

The end


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