To Be Used Chapter 4: Electricity, a 21 jump street fanfic

Disclaimer: I own the vintage style telephone booth moneybox that holds the sum of ten cents in it. A clear money saver as you can see.

A/n: Thanks so much for the reviews and kind words. I have decided to include a Booker-Hanson relation ship in here, BUT, -isn't there always one- It will basically consist of Tom unsure of how he feels and what he's feeling and for whom, and a little smut XD. He still does love Doug, (who couldn't?) But he's just very confused by it all, and Booker isn't helping. I just see Tom as very vulnerable sometimes, uncertain and a trapped little boy, but then he can be completely the opposite too. So yes, there will be some sort of relationship with Booker and Hanson.
I'll be quiet now…

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To be Used

Chapter Four.
Electricity.

"Of all the streets, of all the towns, of all the places in America, we get the street that's strictly business, "keep-to-yourself," no-gossip or fornicationtype of street. Dandy."

"I know.

Booker kicked at a pebble, rain dripping down his nose, "And now it's starting to rain. Again."

"I know."

"And we're back to where we first began, with no new information. This really, really sucks, what did Fuller think he was playing at?!"

"I know." Came the monotonous reply.

Booker took a side glance at Tom, "you know a lot, dontcha'?"

"I know," he turned to face Booker, "and I also don't care." A smirk played on his lips.

It did not, however, amuse Dennis, "Ha-Ha. God you're a wank sometimes."

Hanson's eyebrows rose, "Thanks," he muttered, "at least I don't enjoy a wank…" the grin could not be concealed.

"Why do you have to be such an ass?" The rain had once again turned into vicious hail stones and both Officers were using their arms to shield their faces.

"Why do you?"

"No, seriously, why do you have to be one? I try and make a situation a little lighter, I start up a conversation, try and make some banter and all you can do is snob me off."

He pulled a face, "I'm not snubbing you."

"You are, and you're doing it now. You're so dismissive, so exclusive. Like the whole world revolves around pretty little Tom Hanson."

They made it to the shelter, thankful for the relenting bullet like pellets against their limbs, "I know it doesn't revolve around me, and I don't make out to be. You're just insecure."

"Me? I'm insecure? That's rich coming from you." He continued after Tom's risen, accusing eyebrows, "You follow Doug around everywhere. If Penhall wants to do this, then you do it, if he likes this, then you like it. If Penhall hates something or one, then so do you. If he wants Indian, even though you dislike it, then you'll stomach it. At the chapel all you can do is follow him around like a lost, injured puppy, and even now I bet all you wanna do is make it to Doug!"

Tom scoffed, a slight blush, which he blamed on the cold whipping air, coloring his pale skin. He would not let Booker believe that at this moment all he wanted to do was make it to Doug's warm embrace, curl up beside him and snuggle into the sweet scent that was Doug, and let the strong, muscular arms hold him tight.

"'Bout an hour ago, you were a perfect prince charming. So polite and nice, even kind Booker, kind," he stressed, "What happened?"

Dennis muttered something and brushed Tom off, turning his back on him, "I realized how much of an idiot I was. Why I thought of giving you a chance…"

Booker's trailed thought perplexed Tom and he carried theses thoughts and words of Booker's on the bus ride back to the chapel.

"What did you mean, 'giving me a chance?'" His soft voice broke their tense silence.

"Nothing."

"No. You meant something. Giving me a chance on what?"

Booker sighed agitatedly, "For Gods sake Hanson, leave it. It was nothing, just a flippant comment."

He mumbled closely to himself, leaning back in the chair, arms folded, "Didn't sound like nothing to me…"

"What?"

A smug smile, "Nothing."

Bookers neck fell back, eyes rolling, "Can you stop acting like a three year old for once!?"

Tom smirked harshly, sticking an elegant, soft pink tongue at Booker.

"God, you're infuriating." Again, the tongue was stuck out and Booker resisted the urge to grab hold of it and capture it with his own mouth. "Grow up!"

"Just tell me what you meant and I'll leave you alone!"

"Does it really mean that much to you?"

A childish nod, his eyes wide and bright, "Yup."

Booker glared; an unpleasant glare that, if Tom had been paying more attention, would've sent him cowering under the gum ridden chair. "You really wanna know," another nod, "really?"

"Now who's being the child?"

The glare only deepened, a new darkness emitting from Booker, "Fine."

Tom smiled, believing he had won, "Well…"

Bookers gaze softened and he turned away to face the rain speckled window, a distant look in his eyes. He may as well tell Tom now, if he and Doug were in a fight, it may be his only opportunity. "I said, before, you know…"

Tom's face faltered, he hadn't seen sides of Booker were he became soft and childlike, insecure and afraid. He nodded to himself, forgetting Booker couldn't see, waiting for him to continue. "Yea, I know…"

"I was just saying that, well, that…" he sighed heavily, he had already started, he may as well finish, "that I don't know why I thought I could give you a chance, that why you would ever….you know…the way…" he scrunched his eyes in anger at his weakness, then turned to Tom, "I don't know why I thought of giving you the chance to like me, the way I like you, because clearly Doug owns you."

Tom's world seemed to freeze, the furious pace of buildings and cars outside the window coming to a slow halt. He stared at Booker, waiting for the smile, the bright eyes and the, 'fooled you,' but nothing came and Tom knew that it wouldn't ever. Dennis Booker was dead serious, and very distressed.

"Nobody owns me Booker."

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Tom walked in slamming the door open, Booker followed closely behind him, slamming the door shut. They stalked heatedly to their desks; Booker falling as gracefully as an elephant into his chair, Tom slamming and opening drawers. Fuller stood opposite Judy in mid speak, papers raised half way up in hands.

"What-"

"Don't even ask."

"Don't even go there."

"We got nothin'," Booker kicked his legs up on the desk, "Up and down the god damn street for two hours and nothin'."

Fuller raised a questioning eyebrow at Tom who nodded in confirmation.

"You must've found something. A clue, a link, a word…"

"Nothing Capt'n," Tom slammed the top drawer closed, holding close the precious Snickers bar, "They're as involved with their neighbor as they're involved with their dogs shit; they pretend it never happened and make excuses."

"Eloquent Tom," Judy's amused smile shone from behind Fullers larger body.

"His parents found him in a milk bottle from the milk man, what do you expect?"

Tom's heart lifted with pride and love, a smile on his face at Doug's playing words and slanted, welcoming smile. It didn't matter what had happened before, that Tom now bore the mark of last nights aggression, he still loved Doug as much as he always had and that probably wasn't going to change. Not for anything or anyone.

Except now there was Booker.

"Thank you Doug, my how my ego and self esteem just rose sky high," he glared playfully, "Guess I'll be having this Snickers bar all to myself then…and the rest of them too."

Doug's face faltered in amused disbelief, "You wouldn't"

"I would."

"No…"

Tom smirked; peeling the wrapper down a further inch or two; full, rounded, soft lips arching in a graceful circle. Slowly they closed over their prey of the Snickers bar, taking a worthy bite before gently pulling back the moist, chocolate tasting lips, bringing them together with a soft smack. He closed his eyes briefly, opening them again as a lean finger trailed at the corner of his mouth, brushing away the crumbs.

Doug stood watching with fascination, mouth open a gap, eyes glazed. Tom knew right where to get Doug weak at the knees. Tom threw a glance in another direction, falling upon Booker. It would seem that he could also make Booker go weak at the knees. He tossed his head to the side, sucking gently on his finger, and Judy as well it would seem.

It was only Fuller that did not seem to care, rather contrary to the fact; uncomfortable and edgy.

"If you will stop playing your little games Tom, maybe we can get some work done around here."

Tom nodded, still sucking the finger, "Yea? What now?"

Fuller swallowed, uncomfortable at the three officers staring almost in desire at the small, young Officer opposite. "Just get some paper work done, go over everything again, maybe you missed something small. In the morning we'll get straight into this; most of the days wasted now."

He made to leave the room, heading to his office. A soft rustle brought him to a turn around. Only Tom had made to move, the rest were staring blankly, Judy's hand twirling a curl methodically. "That goes for all of you," he voiced.

"Huh."

"Yea?"

"What?"

A chorus, "Oh…"

- - -

"Yea, yea, see you Ioki." Tom waved to the disappearing figure.

Judy bounced up to him, grabbing his shoulders gently and pecking his cheek, "See ya tomorrow Tom. Don't stay up watching those crappy horror movies."

He pushed her off playfully, "They're not crappy….they just have a low movie budget." Judy hurried down the steps, shaking her head of curls in amusement.

Doug came to sidle next to Tom, waving and calling out to Judy and Ioki. They stood there for a while, Tom's mind focused on every curved inch of Doug, every beam of light that caught his skin in a soft glow. It wasn't until Dennis walked by that he was shaken from his stupor.

"Bye."

Tom stared; a little uneasy at the lack of emotion in Booker's voice, "Yea...bye then"

Booker nodded and then glanced almost hatefully at Doug and back to Tom with a despaired look. He shook his head, back pack slung over his right shoulder, heading to the stairs. With a quick cast back, he shook his head to Tom in distaste and made another motion towards Doug with a scolding scowl of piteousness. It was clear what Booker was implying. 'You're owned, no matter how much you deny it. Look, there's your 'master' keeping an eye over his 'dog''

Tom broke the connection, looking over to see Doug glaring hard at Booker in a "you-stay-away-" manner. As Booker made his way down, the door closing behind him, Doug slipped a hand around Tom's waist.

"And then there were two."

Tom couldn't help but smile and fidget a little as Doug's sensational fingers crawled over his waist, slipping under his top to brush tentatively on his skin.

"And then there were two," he repeated.

The larger, stronger hand guided Tom away from the door and over to Doug's desk. "I can name a few things two can do," he turned into his younger partner, hands on his hips, forehead resting on his.

"Yea? Like what?" He let the hands grip him, running soothingly over him in a methodical manner. Submitted to the sexual pleasure it was arising in him, he leaned in further, brushing his nose with Doug's in tender Eskimo Kisses.

"Well…they can go canoeing for one…" he grinned with Tom's grin, moving his head to plant a trail of sweet kisses along his neck. "Or they," he sucked on the collar bone, tongue licking in the dip, "can play tennis." He let his tongue lick up Tom's neck, following the aching arch Tom formed as his hormones stirred, "Or they can go tango. But I think the best thing they could do," He sucked just under the jaw, lips meeting and leaving as the tender skin of Tom's was trapped between, twisted and pulled sweetly, "is to play a little tonsil hockey."

Tom moaned into the embrace; an arm running seductively down his back, the other curled alongside his waist. The knee between his legs keeping him secure, jolting up every now and again to make Tom jump in desired lust. Their lips brushed and Tom was unaware of Doug heaving him onto the desks edge as their lips joined, the soft, moist texture blending with the others.

Tom opened his lips, giving Doug possession of the mouth, letting him abuse it. Their tongues linked briefly, before he felt Doug's run over each fine point of his teeth, always going back to link with his tongue once more. Doug's lips drew back, sucking on Tom's plump, swollen one. He sucked harder, hand running down Tom's back, across his tender arse cheeks to close around his fly, yanking it hungrily down.

A yelp was muffled into Doug's mouth as two, sharp canines' pierced Tom's already bruised lips, blood spilling in slow trickles. In hard driven lust, Tom's arms trailed around Doug's neck, fingers tangling in Doug's hair, pulling hard. His body jolted as a hand rubbed his genitals, poking into the elastic band of his boxers and squirming in, fingers brushing with feather like softness across the moist skin.

Toms back arched, hands tangled into Doug's hair, a hot, almost pained, moan escaping him, "Do-ug, not here, Do-ug , oh god, c'mon, we're still at work."

Doug grunted, hand enclosed around the head of Tom's member, rubbing furiously, "Its after hours, no ones here, but ol' Blowfish and he-" he grunted again, thrusting his hand with Tom's triggered jump, "won't lock up for a while. We're fine."

Tom didn't speak, didn't nod, just let his head arch further back, neck strained. His eyes shut, mouth a gap, a soft moan emitting from him. His hands fell, falling onto Doug's shoulder. Fingers pawing at the material, clenching the soft white fabric, a leg loosely bent on Doug's hip.

"Wanna-" Doug found himself moaning at Tom's arousal, "Wanna go for it?"

Before he could reply a loud snap and bang jolted them. Tom's eyes opened immediately, Doug's hand slowed its pace, both panting heavily. He watching the ceiling lights sway under his unfocused vision, laughing at his fearful, pounding heart, waiting for Doug to continue. After the moments wait he trailed an arm around Doug's neck, whispering softly for him to continue, not to worry about the door that had slammed shut, and that, while laughing softly, there was so much more to be done.

The door slammed again, an agitated cough following. With his hand halfway down the front of Tom's pants, Doug froze; eyes wide. Tom's laughing came to an abrupt halt, turning his neck wildly around to mimic Doug's look of horror. Slowly, Tom's hand dropped from around Doug's neck, rubbing his own in nerves. Doug straightened a little, slipping his hand out of the boxers and pants and adjusting his shirt collar in a gesture of keeping his little dignity. Eyes never leaving Fullers, he slipped his hands around Tom's waist and helped hoist him down of the desk, Tom gripping the edge and sliding down, eyes averted from the two, embarrassed and ashamed.

Fuller stood there in shock of his own. "Just, get out."

"Captain."

"I don't want to hear it," he took two steps that faltered shakily under his weight and placed the held papers on Judy's desk. "Get out of here." The event he had just witnessed had rattled him. Fuller wasn't one to disapprove a male-male relationship, but he wasn't exactly the fondest of heart for it. What had rattled him was that it was two of his officers, after hours, in his 'station', Fuller's second home, doing…that.

Tom shuffled a little, waiting for Doug to follow him to the door, "Sorry," he weakly apologized.

Doug gripped Tom's wrist, halting his movements, "Captain…Look we're sorry for…this, but we just, you know, it…" he stared into Fullers questioning eyes, "Okay, it was inappropriate, but we didn't mean…You're not gonna take us off the force will you?"

Fuller stood staring into the fearful eyes of Doug's, watching his hand grips his partners- in more ways than one it would seem- wrist and rubbing it methodically, a gesture of nervousness. "We'll talk about it tomorrow." In all rights, he knew that he should report the two, yell a hell of a lot at them and separate them, probably even get their badges handed in, but he would never do that. Why ruin such a great crime team? A great undercover pair, or a friendship that he had to hide smiles from because of his duties? Why should he ruin a love, no matter how sweet, young or free it is?

Tom looked up, meeting his Captains eyes for the first time, a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks."

"Yea, thanks."

He nodded, pulling his tailored jacket around him, "Just get going." He kept his face stern until the two turned and left hurriedly down the stairs, a smile spreading as the door closed. Young love; he only hoped that each knew how important the other was, and just how much they both had. It would be terrible to ruin something deep they shared, and a friendship they'd formed.

- - - - - - -

"Did you see his face!

"I really thought he was going to kill us this time."

"I saw his hands twitch…" Doug laughed, bringing Tom to his side as they walked to his car, hand limp on his hip.

Tom pushed further in to Doug wanting the comfort, "He scared the shit outta me."

"Same." They stopped short of Doug's car, late afternoon breeze drifting. "We could continue this, you know."

"I know." He parted from his lover, gazing at his reflection in the mirror, "Damn, look at my lip, its looks awful." Doug's reflection appeared next to him, eyes narrowed in scrutiny. "Shit, that's bad," Tom touched lightly to his lips, running over the two old cuts and two new ones, "My bottom lips massive!"

A tingling sensation that triggered all his nerve endings caused his hand to stop in its actions, eyes to close, next to arch. Doug sucked below his ear, biting the earlobe, licking the outer shell. "It's still a gorgeous lip."

"Mmm" Doug could have said he was the new found King of England and Tom wouldn't have care; what mattered was the feeling of pure bliss Doug was giving him. He felt two hands snake down from his shoulders, following his slight curves, sliding down his sides, over his hips to rest at his thighs. His hands drummed on his thighs, making Tom agitated and needy, until they ran swiftly over to his crotch, pressing hard.

"My place?"

Tom shook his head, neck arching.

"Yours?" he whispered breathily.

Tom fought the temptation to say yes, instead untangling himself from Doug, "Not," he adjusted himself, gaining little concentration, "Not tonight."

Doug stared incredulously at Tom, "You're joking."

He shook his floppy hair.

"You're not?" Doug's mouth hung open, eyebrows raised, "Well…fine, alright then," A sudden anger. "Be a prick."

Tom's shoulder dropped a little, he hadn't meant to upset Doug, and he just didn't think he could cope with this tonight. He was exhausted, tired, hurting and most of all confused- about Booker and last night- tonight really wouldn't help him. "Doug…"

"No, no forget it," he turned around, keys to the car, "I understand completely Tommy. We only do what Tom wants when he wants it."

Tom shrugged, ignoring the accusations, though they did not roll as easily of his back as he made it seem. Doug fiddled with the keys, yanking the door open, "Ill see ya tomorrow, if that is, of course, alright by you."

Tom shrugged again, "Should be. I'll let you know in the morning." His attempt of lightening the situation did not go unnoticed nor did it go welcomed.

"Wise guy, God you're difficult Tom." Each word Doug spoke was like a needle in Tom's heart. "You know I'm kinda sick of you." The sudden change of attitude was so large that Tom was only too concerned.

"You alright Doug? You seem a bit…outta it lately."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"I just mean," he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "Never mind. See ya tomorrow."

"Yea." The door shut, the loud bang and roar of motor reflecting Doug's mood. Tom was sure he heard some filthy words about him muttered under Doug's breath. The car reversed, screeched, then roared down the road, out of Tom's sight, left wondering what to do.

It didn't take long for the days events to run a short course through his mind, giving him his destination. With a little jog, he opened the door- jimmying the faulty lock- and started the engine, letting it purr for a while. He made a quick mental reference, remembering the address, and then reversing, disappearing out of sight.

So where is Tom going?
I promise you, there is a logical reason as to why Doug is acting like this, but that won't unravel until a little later.
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