"Nighttime Threats" ~ ch. 7
Title: Nighttime Threats
Author: rose_melody2
Fandom: 21 Jump Street
Pairing: Tom/Doug
Rating: NC-17 overall, varies by chapter
Warnings: Non-con, angst
Disclaimer: 21 Jump Street does not belong to me and I make no profit.
Summary: After a drug bust gone wrong, how will Tom and Doug’s relationship suffer, and will they get through it without everything falling apart?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
** Chapter 7 **
He closed his eyes and braced himself, knowing he was completely alone.
He couldn’t even really hear what was going on; all that was running through his head were thoughts of how he could hide it from Doug when it was all finished.
Doug…
Tom turned his head to the side and closed his eyes as his pants were torn down his hips. There was no way he could ever tell Doug about this.
“TOM!”
He heard Jackson shout out something before his weight was lifted off him. Tom forced himself to open his eyes, and was met with the sight of Jackson and Doug in a heated fight. Doug had tackled Jackson, and how Jackson’s hands were at Doug’s throat while Doug brought his hand back and made a fist, and aimed a punch at the side of Jackson’s head.
Both of them fell to the ground, and Tom watched in horror as they rolled around on the pavement, punching and kicking at each other. But Doug soon gained the upper hand; just as Jackson pulled out a dagger, Doug reached into his holster and put his finger on the trigger of his gun.
Tom shut his eyes and sank against the side of his car; the gunshot was loud.
Within moments, he heard Doug come towards him, his voice calling out, “Tom, look at me.”
Tom didn’t move, but he let Doug’s arms pull him close, and he quickly hid his face against Doug’s chest, beginning to cry. But Doug held him close, whispering, “You’re alright, Tommy, I’m here… it’s over… shh…”
Tom shook his head and cried, “It’s all my fault, Doug - I’m so sorry, I’m - “
“Shh, Tom - what are you talking about? What’s your fault?” Doug gently asked him, slowly pulling him back to look the other young man in the eyes.
“Everything. I could have somehow defended myself that night, and you wouldn’t have to put up with any of this…”
Doug pulled Tom close again, tight against his own body as he replied, “But I love you more than anything, it would have hurt me if I couldn’t help you at all.”
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of many police officers filing out of the courtroom, all armed and looking around the parking lot before they realized what had happened. Doug kept Tom turned away from everyone else, mostly because he knew that he didn’t want everyone questioning him again. Gently, he lifted Tom up and opened the passenger’s side door of the Mustang; Tom got in and Doug closed the door after him, turning around to face the crowd of people. He made eye contact with Fuller and was grateful when his Captain gestured for him to get in the car as well.
Doug walked around to the other side of the car and got in, not surprised to see Tom huddled in on himself, still shaking. His heart leapt into his throat as he saw his lover wipe away the tears on his face; he took off his jacket and placed it securely around Tom, not saying a word as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove home.
**
Doug had been sitting in the chair for the past hour, just thinking and keeping an eye on Tom as he slept. As soon as they had arrived home, Tom had practically fallen to the couch and turned so that he faced away from the room, pretending to fall asleep. But the older cop had heard the sharp intakes of breath and occasional sniffle. He didn’t say anything about it. But the dark-haired cop was finally asleep now, and Doug resisted the urge to wake him up and comfort him with words he didn’t know.
“Doug?”
Doug looked over at the couch, startled.
“Hey. You’re awake,” he said softly.
Tom nodded. “I’m sorry for not telling you anything and being distant over the last two weeks.”
“Forget about it. I guess I just wanted to help with something you have to deal with yourself,” Doug replied, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to his lover.
“I don’t want to deal with this alone, but I… there’s just so much I can’t tell you, and it makes me feel like shit,” Tom said, momentarily putting his hand over his eyes.
Doug took his lover’s hand and said, “I understand, Tommy. You can tell me when you’re ready.”
He pulled Tom up and they hugged tightly.
“Thank you,” the smaller male whispered, placing a chaste kiss on his lover’s cheek.
They pulled apart, and Tom said, “I’m gonna go take a bath; my back’s killing me… when he threw me against the car…”
Doug nodded. “Do you want me to get the bathroom ready for you?”
After Tom nodded his head yes, Doug made his way to the bathroom and began filling the tub with warm water. He retrieved two towels and put them on the toilet bowl, briefly stopping as he realized he hadn’t ever seen what Jackson did to Tom’s body. Would Tom want him to see?
“It’s ready,” he called out to Tom, turning off the water.
In a few moments, the younger officer walked into the bathroom. “Thanks,” he smiled.
“Are the bruises still there from the first time?” Doug asked bluntly.
“Um, yeah,” Tom said quietly, sounding self-conscious, “some of them. Why?”
“Can I see?”
Making eye contact with his partner proved impossible, Tom realized. But he knew that he had to get over it somehow, so he pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. He made slow work of pushing his pants down his hips and legs, but after they hit the floor, he was so aware of Doug’s eyes studying him that he turned his head away completely. He reached for his boxers, wanting to get it over with. He eventually closed his eyes, feeling ashamed when he was finally undressed.
His breaths came in shallow, but he kept his eyes shut even when he heard his lover stand up and walk toward him. He felt Doug gently slide a hand over the bruise on his hip, the healing mark on his neck, and the big bruise on his back. Then, to his surprise, Doug drew him into a tight embrace.
Happiness spread through Tom’s body at long last; true happiness that he hadn’t felt over the past few weeks. He wound his arms around his lover’s shoulders and lost himself in the feeling of the other man’s hands gently caressing his back.
“I love you so much, Doug,” he whispered.
They spent a few moments in that position, barely moving until Doug whispered, “I love you, too. And I’ll wait for as long as it takes…”
Tom pulled back and gave him a sheepish look. “I’m sorr-“
“Damn, Tommy,” Doug interrupted him, looking mildly amused; “I thought you were smart. You should know that I’d rather sit at home and watch a movie with you than have my pick of the most gorgeous supermodels in the world.”
Tom rubbed the back of his neck, beginning to blush. “Really?” he asked.
Doug rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Ladies and gentlemen, he finally gets it!” He looked at Tom again. “Yes, of course. You’re far prettier than any of them.”
The dark-haired cop laughed before lightly hitting his lover on the back of the head. “Oh, get out of here, Penhall. I have to get in the tub before the water gets cold.”
After Doug left, it seemed that a permanent smile had attached itself to Tom’s face. Maybe now things were finally working themselves out…
**
Author: rose_melody2
Fandom: 21 Jump Street
Pairing: Tom/Doug
Rating: NC-17 overall, varies by chapter
Warnings: Non-con, angst
Disclaimer: 21 Jump Street does not belong to me and I make no profit.
Summary: After a drug bust gone wrong, how will Tom and Doug’s relationship suffer, and will they get through it without everything falling apart?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
** Chapter 7 **
He closed his eyes and braced himself, knowing he was completely alone.
He couldn’t even really hear what was going on; all that was running through his head were thoughts of how he could hide it from Doug when it was all finished.
Doug…
Tom turned his head to the side and closed his eyes as his pants were torn down his hips. There was no way he could ever tell Doug about this.
“TOM!”
He heard Jackson shout out something before his weight was lifted off him. Tom forced himself to open his eyes, and was met with the sight of Jackson and Doug in a heated fight. Doug had tackled Jackson, and how Jackson’s hands were at Doug’s throat while Doug brought his hand back and made a fist, and aimed a punch at the side of Jackson’s head.
Both of them fell to the ground, and Tom watched in horror as they rolled around on the pavement, punching and kicking at each other. But Doug soon gained the upper hand; just as Jackson pulled out a dagger, Doug reached into his holster and put his finger on the trigger of his gun.
Tom shut his eyes and sank against the side of his car; the gunshot was loud.
Within moments, he heard Doug come towards him, his voice calling out, “Tom, look at me.”
Tom didn’t move, but he let Doug’s arms pull him close, and he quickly hid his face against Doug’s chest, beginning to cry. But Doug held him close, whispering, “You’re alright, Tommy, I’m here… it’s over… shh…”
Tom shook his head and cried, “It’s all my fault, Doug - I’m so sorry, I’m - “
“Shh, Tom - what are you talking about? What’s your fault?” Doug gently asked him, slowly pulling him back to look the other young man in the eyes.
“Everything. I could have somehow defended myself that night, and you wouldn’t have to put up with any of this…”
Doug pulled Tom close again, tight against his own body as he replied, “But I love you more than anything, it would have hurt me if I couldn’t help you at all.”
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of many police officers filing out of the courtroom, all armed and looking around the parking lot before they realized what had happened. Doug kept Tom turned away from everyone else, mostly because he knew that he didn’t want everyone questioning him again. Gently, he lifted Tom up and opened the passenger’s side door of the Mustang; Tom got in and Doug closed the door after him, turning around to face the crowd of people. He made eye contact with Fuller and was grateful when his Captain gestured for him to get in the car as well.
Doug walked around to the other side of the car and got in, not surprised to see Tom huddled in on himself, still shaking. His heart leapt into his throat as he saw his lover wipe away the tears on his face; he took off his jacket and placed it securely around Tom, not saying a word as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove home.
**
Doug had been sitting in the chair for the past hour, just thinking and keeping an eye on Tom as he slept. As soon as they had arrived home, Tom had practically fallen to the couch and turned so that he faced away from the room, pretending to fall asleep. But the older cop had heard the sharp intakes of breath and occasional sniffle. He didn’t say anything about it. But the dark-haired cop was finally asleep now, and Doug resisted the urge to wake him up and comfort him with words he didn’t know.
“Doug?”
Doug looked over at the couch, startled.
“Hey. You’re awake,” he said softly.
Tom nodded. “I’m sorry for not telling you anything and being distant over the last two weeks.”
“Forget about it. I guess I just wanted to help with something you have to deal with yourself,” Doug replied, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to his lover.
“I don’t want to deal with this alone, but I… there’s just so much I can’t tell you, and it makes me feel like shit,” Tom said, momentarily putting his hand over his eyes.
Doug took his lover’s hand and said, “I understand, Tommy. You can tell me when you’re ready.”
He pulled Tom up and they hugged tightly.
“Thank you,” the smaller male whispered, placing a chaste kiss on his lover’s cheek.
They pulled apart, and Tom said, “I’m gonna go take a bath; my back’s killing me… when he threw me against the car…”
Doug nodded. “Do you want me to get the bathroom ready for you?”
After Tom nodded his head yes, Doug made his way to the bathroom and began filling the tub with warm water. He retrieved two towels and put them on the toilet bowl, briefly stopping as he realized he hadn’t ever seen what Jackson did to Tom’s body. Would Tom want him to see?
“It’s ready,” he called out to Tom, turning off the water.
In a few moments, the younger officer walked into the bathroom. “Thanks,” he smiled.
“Are the bruises still there from the first time?” Doug asked bluntly.
“Um, yeah,” Tom said quietly, sounding self-conscious, “some of them. Why?”
“Can I see?”
Making eye contact with his partner proved impossible, Tom realized. But he knew that he had to get over it somehow, so he pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. He made slow work of pushing his pants down his hips and legs, but after they hit the floor, he was so aware of Doug’s eyes studying him that he turned his head away completely. He reached for his boxers, wanting to get it over with. He eventually closed his eyes, feeling ashamed when he was finally undressed.
His breaths came in shallow, but he kept his eyes shut even when he heard his lover stand up and walk toward him. He felt Doug gently slide a hand over the bruise on his hip, the healing mark on his neck, and the big bruise on his back. Then, to his surprise, Doug drew him into a tight embrace.
Happiness spread through Tom’s body at long last; true happiness that he hadn’t felt over the past few weeks. He wound his arms around his lover’s shoulders and lost himself in the feeling of the other man’s hands gently caressing his back.
“I love you so much, Doug,” he whispered.
They spent a few moments in that position, barely moving until Doug whispered, “I love you, too. And I’ll wait for as long as it takes…”
Tom pulled back and gave him a sheepish look. “I’m sorr-“
“Damn, Tommy,” Doug interrupted him, looking mildly amused; “I thought you were smart. You should know that I’d rather sit at home and watch a movie with you than have my pick of the most gorgeous supermodels in the world.”
Tom rubbed the back of his neck, beginning to blush. “Really?” he asked.
Doug rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Ladies and gentlemen, he finally gets it!” He looked at Tom again. “Yes, of course. You’re far prettier than any of them.”
The dark-haired cop laughed before lightly hitting his lover on the back of the head. “Oh, get out of here, Penhall. I have to get in the tub before the water gets cold.”
After Doug left, it seemed that a permanent smile had attached itself to Tom’s face. Maybe now things were finally working themselves out…
**