{"id":317,"date":"2017-12-15T06:33:40","date_gmt":"2017-12-15T06:33:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2017\/calendar\/?p=317"},"modified":"2017-12-21T14:06:51","modified_gmt":"2017-12-21T14:06:51","slug":"december-15th-sometimes-when-we-touch-by-mystic-whim","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2017\/calendar\/?p=317","title":{"rendered":"December 15th- Sometimes When We Touch by Mystic Whim"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cAnd sometimes when we touch<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\n The honesty’s too much<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\nAnd I have to close my eyes and hide\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/span>
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

~Barry Mann, Dan Hill<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Jacobson put his pool cue back into the rack and pulled on his jacket, declaring,\u201d I\u2019m gonna call it a night. I\u2019ve lost enough of my money to you two. Macer, you ready to head out? Let\u2019s give Starsky and Hutch a chance to get themselves a room. They been hangin\u2019 on each other all night.\u201d He gave Hutch a wink to indicate he was only kidding him, but it annoyed him just the same.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh Jacobson, you\u2019re just jealous that we kicked your ass tonight,\u201d Starsky smiled. He was leaning into Hutch as he counted his cash winnings from the other two police officers. He passed half of the money to his partner. \u201cDon\u2019t worry. We\u2019ll give you a chance to win it back next week.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

When the other two men left their company, Hutch shook his head. Under his breath he muttered, \u201cAlways gotta make it sexual.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Starsky asked as he tucked their pool winnings into his wallet and shoved it back into his pocket. He slipped onto the bar stool next to Hutch, now left vacant by Jacobson. They were now the only patrons in this area of the bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUs. Telling us to get a room. They always have to turn it into something sexual.\u201d He downed the remainder of his near empty beer and waggled the empty at the bartender, indicating he needed a refill.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not like it isn\u2019t,\u201d Starsky chuckled, sliding his empty over to the bartender as well.<\/span><\/p>\n

Startled, Hutch looked at Starsky. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky gave him a big smile. \u201cWhat? You mean it never is? All our touching. You never feel anything? You never get even a little turned on? A little titillation? \u00a0Nothing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch just stared at him, taken completely by surprise. \u201cI\u2026uh..\u201d His mind flashed to a number of times Starsky\u2019s touch had elicited a response. He was unsure he should tell his partner this. \u201cAre you saying that my touch turns you on?\u201d He could tell by the expression on his partner\u2019s face that it did. Starsky leaned on the bar, his shirt half open, his ass half on and half off the bar stool, looking so comfortable, and so completely amused with him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure it does. Sometimes. You gonna tell me you never feel anything when I touch you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch blinked. He wondered if he just saw disappointment in Starsky\u2019s eyes. \u201cStarsk, if that\u2019s so, why didn\u2019t you ever say anything?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky took a drink of his beer. \u201cWhat for? Only two things could\u2019ve come from that. Either you\u2019d stop\u2026 Or you\u2019d go with it. I wasn\u2019t sure I was ready for that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot ready to stop or not ready to go with it?\u201d Hutch questioned. Starsky just smiled, but there was something else there in his eyes, something that looked hungry.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want you to stop,\u201d he said with assurance.<\/span><\/p>\n

Without thinking about it, he reached out and touched Starsky\u2019s arm as he asked, \u201cWait, my touch turns you on, but you don\u2019t want me to stop?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky looked at him and laughed. \u201cNo, I don\u2019t want you to stop. I like that you touch me all the time. Makes me feel good.\u201d He shrugged. \u201cHell, Hutch, if an attractive woman touched you, and it turned you on, would you tell her to stop?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you saying you find me attractive?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky\u2019s smile broadened and his eyes twinkled. \u201cYou kidding? Of course you\u2019re attractive. You\u2019re one of the most beautiful people I\u2019ve ever met. You look like one of those statues in Rome or something. Like some artist ought to sculpt you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch sat back and downed a healthy gulp of beer. His mind was reeling. Attractive? It never occurred to him that his partner would think he was attractive. Not his macho partner. Not Starsky.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe that\u2019s why you don\u2019t feel anything when I touch you,\u201d Starsky mused. \u201cIf you don\u2019t find me attractive, my touch isn\u2019t going to affect you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI never said that,\u201d Hutch protested. \u201cI never said I didn\u2019t feel anything. And I never said I didn\u2019t find you attractive.\u201d He looked at Starsky, half leaning on the bar, and shook his head with a smile. \u201cStarsk, you are attractive. More than that. You\u2019re sexy. You have an aura of sensuality around you. Hell, look at you! You\u2019re stretched out like a cat. You look like you\u2019re almost laying against the bar, with your shirt half open, looking like you\u2019d be perfectly content if someone came up and ran their hands all over your body.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky looked amused as hell. He took another drink of his beer, and their eyes met and held. He didn\u2019t lower his beer bottle, leaving it close to his lips, and asked, \u201cRun their hands all over my body? \u00a0I probably would<\/em> be content with it. If they were the right hands.\u201d His eyes smiled as he took another drink.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch suddenly felt embarrassed for saying that to his partner. He was feeling awkward, yet he felt happy, too. He liked that Starsky thought of him as attractive. It also made him feel good that Starsky didn\u2019t want him to stop touching him, in spite of the fact that the touch turned him on at times. He let his eyes roam over his partner\u2019s body, from head to toe. He had a mental image of slipping his hand inside of Starsky\u2019s open shirt, and running his hand down his chest, down his abdomen, to the waistband of his jeans…<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhatcha thinking?\u201d Starsky asked quietly. Hutch met his eyes and thought they looked darker than usual.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was thinking that I like being able to touch you,\u201d Hutch replied, his voice soft. \u201cI\u2019d be upset if you told me to stop.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky hesitated before speaking. Finally, he asked, \u201cWould you be upset if I asked you to do it more?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d Hutch wondered if he answered too quickly. He felt a tingling heat spread through his body, hovering in his chest. \u00a0He drew in a deep breath, understanding Starsky had just given him an invitation, and he had just accepted. Starsky touched his shoulder and squeezed, and Hutch could feel the hot tingling in his chest shoot to his groin, then gradually spread down his arms and thighs to his toes. He looked at Starsky\u2019s hand and said, \u201cI felt that<\/em>.\u201d Then he looked to Starsky.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky took one look at him and said, \u201cI can see that. I\u2019ve never seen you look at me like that.\u201d Starsky grinned. \u201cYou want to get out of here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you\u2019d never ask.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They left the bar, and they both climbed into Hutch\u2019s car. Hutch rolled down his driver\u2019s side window. \u201cSorry. I\u2019m taking it in tomorrow to get the air fixed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky followed suit, then turned in his seat. He had his left leg curled up on the seat, his right straight out. His right arm was along the car door, his left along the back of the seat. He leaned back into the corner where the seat met the door, lounged back, watching Hutch. A warm breeze flitted through the window, and Starsky inhaled deeply of the cooler air.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch reached for the ignition, then stopped, meeting Starsky\u2019s watchful gaze. The breeze reached him, carrying with it the faint scent of Starsky\u2019s sandalwood aftershave. Hutch suddenly reached out and grabbed Starsky by the shirt and hauled him close, very close. \u201cI want to kiss you,\u201d Hutch said in a low voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s stopping you?\u201d Starsky asked quietly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch looked at him, fear and excitement racing through his veins. \u201cI\u2026I\u2019ve never..\u201d He looked at Starsky\u2019s lips then kissed him gently, tenderly, in dramatic contrast to the aggression he displayed when he grabbed his partner. Starsky\u2019s hand caressed his face, and Hutch felt a loving warmth calm his nerves.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ending the kiss, Starsky pulled back a little and was looking at Hutch\u2019s lips. \u201cI like kissing you,\u201d he murmured, as he lightly ran his fingers over Hutch\u2019s lower lip. Hutch kissed his fingertips, then ran his tongue against the pads of his fingers. Starsky was staring at him, looking hypnotized by his actions. This emboldened Hutch to suck Starsky\u2019s finger into his mouth, sucking and licking at the finger, never breaking eye contact with his partner. \u00a0Starsky\u2019s eyes turned very dark, and his breath was coming faster, and this visible arousal made Hutch rock hard. He slowly sucked to the end of Starsky\u2019s finger and kissed the tip before he set it free. Starsky kissed him again, more passionately this time, the kiss bolder, deeper, hungrier. He felt Starsky rise to his knees without breaking the kiss, climbing into his lap, his knees straddling Hutch\u2019s hips.<\/span><\/p>\n

He unbuttoned the few fastened buttons on Starsky\u2019s shirt and ran his hands over his chest. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close, kissing his chest. As he kissed and sucked Starsky\u2019s nipple, he slid his hands down to his ass and squeezed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky\u2019s hands went into Hutch\u2019s hair, forcing his head back, and he plundered his lips with a searing kiss, sending intense arousal straight to Hutch\u2019s groin. Hutch felt like they were soaring as the intensity exploded around them. His hands explored his partner\u2019s heated flesh, roving over his back, his sides, his ass and thighs. Starsky buried his face in Hutch\u2019s shoulder, one hand still grasping Hutch\u2019s hair, panting for air. \u201cMy God,\u201d Starsky gasped. \u201cWhat are you doing to me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch kissed his hair, loving the feeling of the springy curls against his cheek. He tightened his arms around him, his heart pounding in his chest. \u201cStarsky, I\u2019m out of control,\u201d he softly spoke into his hair. \u201cI can\u2019t think when you kiss me like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky pulled back to see his face and gave him a small laugh. \u201cYou want to think?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch grinned at the twinkling eyes. \u201cNo. I want to lose myself in your kiss, your touch, your body. But not here.\u201d He wiped the perspiration from his forehead. \u201cI want to take you home with me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve got the keys,\u201d Starsky grinned. \u201cI\u2019m at your mercy.\u201d He pulled out of Hutch\u2019s embrace and sat back in his seat, running a hand through his hair, his hands visibly shaking.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou okay?\u201d Hutch asked, seeing his hands and fearing that he was scaring his partner.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, you kidding?\u201d Starsky laughed. \u201cYou\u2019ve got me so turned on. I\u2019ve never felt anything like this. You scare the hell out of me.\u201d He looked at Hutch with vulnerable eyes. \u201cHow are you so calm?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCalm?\u201d Hutch grabbed Starsky\u2019s hand and pressed it to his heart. \u201cYou feel that? Do I seem calm to you?\u201d His heart was beating wildly in his chest. \u201cI\u2019m terrified. And I\u2019m excited. And I want to rush forward and not look back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky pulled him into his arms and held him tight. Hutch felt his fears and nervousness dissolve, and calming comfort enfolded him. He could feel Starsky\u2019s tension diminish as well. They held each other for a long time in the darkness, until Starsky finally spoke. \u201cTake me home, Hutch. Take me to your place.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch kissed him one more time, quickly, then groaned when the kiss ended. He moved back into his seat and started the car. He looked at Starsky and saw him lounging back in the corner of his seat as he had before. \u201cNo you don\u2019t,\u201d Hutch muttered as he reached out with both hands, seized Starsky\u2019s waistband and leg, and hauled his body close, next to him on the seat. \u201cThat\u2019s better.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky leaned into him, his left arm slung along the back of the seat. Hutch pulled the car out of its parking spot, and sped off down the road. His right hand glided along Starsky\u2019s leg as he drove, slipping to his inner thigh, and squeezing his leg.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs this okay?\u201d Hutch asked, casting a sideways glance at his partner.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHutch, I\u2019ve never had a problem with any way you want to touch me. I\u2019m not about to start now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch smiled, and continued to run his hand along Starsky\u2019s thigh. As he did so, Starsky reached for Hutch\u2019s belt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUm, Starsk? I\u2019m so nervous right now, if you do that, I\u2019m liable to drive this car right off the road.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky asked him, \u201cAm I making you nervous?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch looked at him. \u201cYou\u2019re making me happy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky withdrew his hand, and instead curled up on the seat of the car, facing the dash, his head resting on Hutch\u2019s thigh, his hand tucked around Hutch\u2019s leg.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch smiled. He threaded his hand into Starsky\u2019s hair, lazily playing with his curls. Starsky sighed peacefully, a grin turning up the corner of his mouth. Hutch felt such affection for the man curled up in his lap.<\/span><\/p>\n

He pulled up his car in front of Venice Place and parked. \u201cWe\u2019re here,\u201d he said quietly, as he continued to toy with the dark curls. \u201cYou still want to stay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky rose from Hutch\u2019s lap and faced him. \u201cMore than ever,\u201d he replied in a low voice. \u00a0He put his arm around Hutch\u2019s neck and kissed him sweetly.<\/span><\/p>\n

They left the car and entered Hutch\u2019s apartment building. Starsky entered the apartment first, and stood in the middle of the living room. Hutch came up behind him, enfolding him in his arms from behind, his hands skimming over his bare chest. Starsky leaned back into him. Hutch kissed up his neck, burying his nose into the soft dark curls. Starsky seemed to tense as Hutch kissed his ear, his tongue dipping deep inside, but he shivered as Hutch whispered into the wetness, \u201cI\u2019m glad you\u2019re here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch pulled Starsky snuggly into his chest and held him there. When he finally loosened his grip, he asked, \u201cDo you want a drink?\u201d At Starsky\u2019s nod, he went to the kitchen to get some beverages. He returned with a bottle of wine and glasses, to find Starsky lounging on his couch. The sight of his partner impacted him greatly. He was just half sitting, half laying on his couch, just as he had done a million times before, but this time naked emotion shone in his eyes. Hutch sensed, in one glance, Starsky\u2019s desire, his uncertainty, his trust and his wonder. He used his foot to slide the coffee table away from the couch, to give him more room, and he placed the wine and glasses on the table.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch poured him a glass of wine and brought it to him. \u201cStarsk, if you have any second thoughts\u2026\u201d He poured himself a glass. \u201cYou were looking a little\u2026uncertain.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky grinned. \u201cI\u2019m not uncertain about you. I\u2019m uncertain on what to do. Unfamiliar territory, you know?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll tell you what to do next,\u201d Hutch smiled. \u201cTry that wine. My dad sent it to me for my last birthday. Said to save it for a special occasion.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWow, that\u2019s really good,\u201d Starsky exclaimed. \u201cWe ought to get more of this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Shaking his head, Hutch informed him, \u201cKnowing my dad\u2019s fondness for fine wine, I\u2019m willing to bet this probably costs a week\u2019s pay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you decided to break into it\u2026because of me?\u201d Starsky asked with disbelief. \u201cAm I that special or are you out of beer?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a case of Bud in the fridge.\u201d Hutch said. He sat on the edge of the couch near Starsky\u2019s hip. \u201cAnd you\u2019re that special.\u201d He gave him a quick kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan I ask you something?\u201d Starsky waited for Hutch to nod. \u201cThis\u2026 Whatever this is\u2026 Is this just for tonight? Or are we changing something? Like for keeps?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch thought for a long moment. \u201cI don\u2019t think we\u2019re changing anything tonight. Seems like things changed a long time ago, for both of us, and we\u2019re just now getting around to paying attention to it. As far as being short term or permanent, I think a change like this is hard to unchange.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo permanent it is,\u201d Starsky declared. \u201cI\u2019m good with that.\u201d He raised his glass to tip it with Hutch\u2019s. Hutch did clink his glass with Starsky\u2019s. then took both their glasses and set them aside. He snatched up Starsky\u2019s hand, turning it over so he could place a kiss on his wrist. He began to kiss and lick along his wrist. \u201cYou\u2019re teasing me,\u201d Starsky complained.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch leaned down and claimed his lips, his arms enfolding his partner. Hutch\u2019s hands were all over Starsky, slipping inside his open shirt, skimming over the path of scars, gliding up his side, over his chest and across his abdomen. His kisses travelled down Starsky\u2019s neck, across his collarbone down his chest. He grabbed Starsky\u2019s ass firmly as he kissed down his stomach.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh damn,\u201d Starsky gasped, breathing hard now. Hutch opened Starsky\u2019s fly, releasing the tightly encased member from its denim prison. He slowly licked from the base to the head of his penis, snaking his tongue around the head. Starsky moaned. Hutch could feel him watching him intently. He looked up and locked eyes with him, as he sucked Starsky\u2019s cock into his mouth. Tonguing just under the head, Hutch felt Starsky thrust toward him. He slid further down, as deep as he could, wrapping his hand around the base, stroking.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was uncertain if he could take him into is throat. He shifted his body so he was better positioned right over him and pushed himself down over his cock. Hutch felt him easily slide completely down his throat as Starsky called out his name.<\/span><\/p>\n

He slipped his hands under Starsky, grabbing his ass with a firm grasp, as he worked his cock in his throat. Starsky was growing larger in his mouth, and Hutch knew he wouldn\u2019t last much longer. His shaft became rigid against his tongue, and his body grew tense. Hutch felt Starsky\u2019s cock pulsing as he came, his body completely still. Hutch marveled at the pulsing he could feel. He pulled back a bit, wanting to taste him, and felt his mouth fill. He swallowed his essence, bathing him with his tongue until he started to grow sensitive. He released him from his mouth and hugged his hips, nuzzling his cheek against Starsky\u2019s belly. Starsky\u2019s hand gently caressed his face. \u201cHutch, come here,\u201d Starsky coaxed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not trusting his aching jaw to work well just yet, Hutch didn\u2019t want to try kissing his partner\u2019s lips. Instead he climbed further up his body and lay with him, his head upon his chest. He could hear the wild pounding of Starsky\u2019s heart. He held him, listening as the beating gradually slowed, mesmerized by the sound.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky threaded his fingers through Hutch\u2019s hair. \u201cI want to kiss you,\u201d he said plaintively.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch moved to give him a gentle kiss, and felt Starsky\u2019s arms wrap firmly around him. Before Hutch knew what was happening, Starsky had pushed him and the two were now falling. He threw his arm out and was able to ease them to the floor softly, Starsky piling on top of him, both of them laughing. \u201cYou could\u2019ve just asked to move to the floor,\u201d Hutch laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky was giggling as he gave him another kiss. He looked at Hutch then swiped at his mouth. \u201cOops. Sorry. Must\u2019ve bit my lip.\u201d He thumbed away a small smear of blood from Hutch\u2019s lip.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think I bit your lip,\u201d Hutch said contritely. \u201cSorry. I didn\u2019t expect to be thrown to the floor when I kissed you.\u201d He took Starsky\u2019s face in his hands and pulled him close, licking and kissing at the tiny wound, tasting his blood. Starsky soon moaned, strengthening the kisses, his tongue exploring deep. Hutch felt Starsky\u2019s hand unzipping his jeans, and the feel of Starsky\u2019s hot hand wrapping around his hard cock. He moaned as Starsky stroked him, and Starsky started to pull away from him. He gripped him tighter, keeping him very close.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky smiled and whispered against Hutch\u2019s lips. \u201cI want to suck you. I want to taste you.\u201d Hutch released his hold on him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Moving down between Hutch\u2019s legs, Starsky reached under him and grabbed the back pockets of his jeans, dragging the pants down to his thighs. Starsky kissed Hutch\u2019s penis as he softly fondled his testicles, licking and sucking at the vein that runs the length of his shaft. Hutch was overwhelmed. He cried out, \u201cChrist!\u201d as he thrust forward uncontrollably. Starsky licked at the rim of the head, as he moved his hand to Hutch\u2019s perineum, stroking him as he lavished the head of his penis with his tongue. Hutch\u2019s passions were consuming him, as his excitement increased. Starsky sucked Hutch\u2019s cock into his hot, wet mouth, and right down to the hilt. \u201cStarsk!\u201d Hutch gasped, as his ability for thought fled.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky continued to stoke Hutch\u2019s perineum as he went down on him, then slid his finger over to circle Hutch\u2019s anus. He had never felt stimulation like this, and it both shocked and thrilled him. Hutch began to tremble; he was getting close. \u00a0Starsky began to push at Hutch\u2019s opening with his finger, applying pressure, and Hutch exclaimed, \u201cOh God!\u201d Starsky finger breached the opening, slipping inside him, and Hutch came. Pleasure exploded through him as he once again cried Starsky\u2019s name.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky climbed up his body and curled up against him, in the crook of his arm. Starsky\u2019s arm was around his chest, Starsky\u2019s leg thrown over his.<\/span><\/p>\n

As the passion cooled in his veins, and the pleasure began to fade, Hutch smiled. \u201cFantastic,\u201d he murmured. \u201cWhy the hell didn\u2019t we do this sooner?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Chuckling, Starsky declared, \u201cOh yeah. This is definitely a permanent change.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch drew Starsky\u2019s hand to his lips and kissed the back of his hand. \u00a0\u201cI second that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

~The End~<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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