Note: this first appeared June 19, 07<br><br>Snapshots: Whipped Cream And Motorbikes<br>by PEJA<br><br>Fandom: 21
Jumpstreet<br>Pairing: Tom Hanson/Dennis Booker<br>Portrayed by Johnny
Depp and Richard Grieco<br>Summary: Tom spends some quality time
thinking about his new partner. <br>Warning: mild bondage, kink, food
play<br>Dedicated to Jeannette, (<a href="mailto:21jumpstreetslash@lists.squidge.org">21jumpstreetslash@lists.squidge.org</a>)
who requests a Tom/Dennis fic using the words: <br>leather, whipped
cream, motorbike, shower, handcuffs<br>Written for the <a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/21JumpstreetSlash">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/21JumpstreetSlash</a>
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or through my LJ<br>Disclaimers: 21 Jumpstreet belongs to its creator.<br><br><a name="cutid1"></a><br><br>He's the classic in bad boy. A present day
James Dean, Dennis Booker is. <br><br>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.<br><br>Up till now Tom'd been hiding this raging lust fest from
everyone. Most of all from him. <br><br>Or so he'd thought. <br><br>So
tonight was just not a good night to run into him in a dark alley. <br><br>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.<br><br>"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."<br><br>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.<br><br>"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.<br><br>Tom's tongue
recoiled as Booker's brushed up against his. <br><br>Booker chuckled,
leaning his forehead against Tom's. "Come on, baby. I know you want me."<br><br>"I
don't..."<br><br>Booker rubbed his body against Tom's, grinning
knowingly as Tom's hips thrust wildly for contact. "Liar." <br><br>Tom
ducked his gaze, chewing at his bottom lip, savoring the sweet still
clinging there.<br><br>His attention snapped back when Booker sprayed
his chest with the cream. <br><br>"Book..."<br><br>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."<br><br>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.<br><br>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. <br><br>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?"<br><br>His cheeks pinking up prettily, Tom nodded and
waited impatiently while Booker released him from the crossbar.<br><br>Free
of the makeshift imprisonment, he flung himself into Booker's arms and
made a full scale assault on the other man's lips. <br><br>It might not
be the safe thing to do. But safe be damned. Tom wanted Booker, and he
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