If You Want It

by Rita

Doug Penhall/Tom Hanson

Fandom 21 Jumpstreet

Rating: R

Summary

If You Want It

by Rita

"If you want it, here it is, come and get it …" blared from the clock radio.

Doug Penhall grabbed it from the nightstand and threw the offending appliance across the room, ripping it from the wall socket. "Easy for you to say," he snarled.

The clock radio hit the doorjamb just as Tom Hanson, clad only in a towel, came through from the bathroom. He flinched as its trajectory barely missed him. "I didn't do it," he said reflexively. "But I'm sorry anyway." It didn't matter what 'it' was; when Doug was in a rage, all Tom could do was deny and apologize.

Doug glared at him. "No, you didn't. You definitely didn't," he agreed. You never have and you never will. That’s the whole problem in a nutshell."

Tom just stared, baffled. This was totally incomprehensible, even coming from Doug. He thought through the last few hours. He'd had a nightmare – nothing new there – and Doug, as he always did, had climbed into his bed to quiet and comfort him and had fallen asleep. Tom had still been awake, calmer, but unable to attempt sleep again, when Doug had fallen asleep, so he was sure he hadn’t upset Doug. And Doug had still been asleep when Tom slipped out of bed to shower. So the only possibility Tom could think of was ruled out. Which left him without a clue as to what problem Doug was talking about. "I don't understand," he said finally.

"'Course not," Doug mumbled, rolling over and sitting up on the edge of the bed, his back to Tom. "That's another part of the problem."

"Okay," Tom said, although he was quite sure it wasn't. He picked up the clock radio and walked around the bed, placing the radio back on the nightstand and plugging it in, then sitting down next to Doug. "Tell me," he said softly.

Doug looked over at his best friend thoughtfully. "You really want to know?" he asked skeptically.

"Yes," Tom replied firmly.

"I can't tell you, but I can show you."

"Okay." Tom was more wary now.

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"'K." Without looking, Doug reached over and opened the towel at Tom's waist.

Tom didn't look either. He swallowed hard and sat quite still, waiting for Doug to continue the demonstration, but nothing happened. "Um, Doug, I'm sorry, but I still don't understand."

"I'm not done," Doug said. He grunted and stood facing him., Still not looking at Tom, he untied his pajama bottoms. They dropped to his feet. "Well?" he demanded. "*Now* do you understand?"

Tom didn't answer for a moment. And when he did, his response was almost as incoherent as Doug usually was. "I didn't know. I mean, I always thought …"

"Yeah. Well, now you know."

"But I still don’t understand," Tom finally managed.

Anger overtook Doug. Wasn't it enough that he had made his feelings known, fully cognizant that they weren't returned? Did Tom mean to humiliate him, too? "What don’t you understand, Hanson?" he growled.

"If you feel something for me, and you knew I felt something for you, why didn't you let me know?"

"If I … if you …what the hell are you talking about?" Doug demanded finally looking up. He saw Tom's proudly jutting erection, which matched his own. "Oh."

"Oh?" Tom asked. "Oh? Wasn't that the whole point of this … demonstration?"

"No."

"Then what was?" Tom was at the end of his tether. 'Doug' and 'understand' should not be used in the same sentence, he decided.

"Never mind," Doug rumbled. "Doesn't matter. Now I'm gonna demonstrate something else." With that, he launched himself on the smaller man and left no doubt as to his intentions.

And with that, boys and girls, we'll draw the curtain, leaving the final demonstration to your imagination.

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