Here you go, guys. Nothing fancy - just a little fic that popped into my head. The lack of Booker/Hanson fiction was making me sad so I decided to go ahead and publish this. Enjoy!
P.S. I make no apologies for the corny title. It was 100% necessary.
The first time Booker saw Hanson fight, it was a revelation. Just like the first time he saw the Steelers play. The first time he rode a motorcycle. His first case. It wasn't the sharp, quick feline grace that surprised him, it was the power behind each punch, the frantic, focused energy the drove each hit home. It was easy to look at Hanson and only see the pretty face with its full lips and big doe eyes. It was also pretty hard to look past the fact that the guy couldn't weigh more than a hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet.
So it was a bit of a shock to turn the corner on his way to Chem class and see Tom Hanson beating the shit out of a guy more than twice his size. What was less shocking was the way his body reacted to the display. After all, he had been mildly attracted to Tom before (see "full lips" and "doe eyes"), but this was a whole 'nother ball game.
Booker stopped in his tracks, fascinated by the play of muscles under Tom's white t-shirt as he pummeled his opponent. To make matters worse, the guy was wearing those jeans. The ones that fit him like a glove. And damn it if they didn't hug that ass just the right way as Tommy boy expertly hooked one of his lean legs around the guy underneath him, effectively trapping his antagonist in a strong-hold. Booker wondered what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around him…or maybe have it the other way around.
Booker had known he was bisexual from the time he was sixteen. He still liked girls best as a general rule, but sometimes a guy just did it for him. Up until now, though, he'd never considered letting another guy take charge. He'd always had a bit of a dominant streak. But one look at the picture Tom made leaning over the guy he'd just pounded into submission made Booker reconsider. What would it be like to be under Tom Hanson? Would the other cop tie him down? Would he bend him over, grab him by the hair, and -
Booker was abruptly pulled out of his fantasy world by the sound of the bell. Two teachers had finally shown up and were working to pull Hanson and the other kid apart. The rest of the onlookers reluctantly began to head towards their second period class. Booker's smirk turned into a slight grimace as he registered how tight his pants had gotten. Guess he'd have to take a little detour to the bathroom before heading to Chemistry…