December 19th- Accidental Desire Part Two by ksstarfire

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Hutch managed to beat Starsky to work, despite Starsky trying to hurry. Which was no doubt due to Starsky jerking off in the shower. He’d thought about Hutch…about what Hutch had done the previous day…and things had gotten out of hand. Well, truthfully…. into hand.

He paused at the squad room door kicking himself for recalling that now. He would be face to face with Hutch in seconds. He took a deep breath. Seeing Hutch glance up, Starsky walked in. He headed directly to the coffee pot.

“Morning, Starsk. You have a hard night?”

Starsky almost dropped the carafe. Steadying it, he filled his cup and turned to sit at his side of the desk. “No. Well, other than worrying about my klutzy partner. How’s your ankle?” Starsky congratulated himself for sounding normal. At least he hoped he’d sounded normal. Right now, he wasn’t even sure what normal was.

“Wrapping it helped. As long as we don’t have to chase anyone today it should be good.” Hutch took a deep breath. “Thanks for bringing me food, Starsk. I must have been asleep. I didn’t even know you’d been there.”

It was Starsky’s turn to take a deep breath. “Yeah, I could hear you snoring when I walked in. I just put the food in the fridge and went home.”

That wasn’t so bad, Starsky thought, relieved their first exchange was almost normal. Satisfied that Hutch didn’t suspect the truth, he hoped the rest of the day would go as well.

The day started like most others. They looked for a couple of snitches who might have information on a current case. When that didn’t pan out, they drove over to the Pits to talk to Huggy. He didn’t have any information either, but he did offer them lunch.

Starsky got the burrito special and Hutch ordered a salad.

“One of these days you’re going to turn into a carrot! Sticking straight up from the middle of a hairy mess, Hutch!” Starsky said without thinking.

He could have bitten his tongue! It wasn’t a carrot or mess of salad he imagined. He glanced at Hutch, then looked back at his burrito.

Hutch looked at Starsky, frowning. When Starsky kept his attention on his food, Hutch let it go and finished his salad.

They paid Huggy and went to the car. As they walked, Starsky put his hand on Hutch’s shoulder. As soon as he did, he pulled his hand back as if an electrical spark shot through him!

“Starsk?. Something wrong?”

“Uh, no. You had a hair on your shoulder. I was brushing it off,” was all Starsky could come up with.

Hutch reached up and brushed at his shoulder. He shook his head.

“Starsk? When you came by yesterday with the food… you…you said I was snoring?”

“Yeah. Like a lumberjack!” Starsky laughed and hurried toward the Torino. He needed to get a grip on himself.

When Hutch got in the car, a bright blush bloomed on his cheeks. He looked out the passenger window, as if trying to evade Starsky’s notice.

“You okay there, blintz? You got red all of a sudden.”

“Yeah. A couple of the radishes in that salad were a little hot. They do that to me sometimes, Starsky, let it go.

The rest of the day was more or less normal. Other than the fact that neither of them touched the other.

“You wanna come over for pizza and a monster movie tonight, Hutch?”

“Thanks, but I have some things to take care of tonight. And I want to prop my foot up and take it easy. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Sure. Offer’s open.”

Starsky paced his living room. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Hutch on the bed…naked. Even though he had his stereo cranked up loud, all he could hear were Hutch’s moans. And that one solitary word… ”Starsk!”

And the more he visualized that, the more his body reacted. He wanted Hutch.

He’d loved Hutch almost since the day they had met. They’d had an instant chemistry. That hadn’t changed over the years other than to become deeper and more intense. Was this a continuation of that change? Was this the next logical step in their friendship?

He thought about John Blaine. Had John ever loved another cop? How had he handled knowing he was gay? “I don’t know if I can be that strong, John.”

Hutch sat on his couch. The television was on. Some comedy show. Hutch wasn’t finding much to laugh about.

“I have to know if Starsky saw me. And I have to know what he would say if I told him about my feelings for him.”

Leaning over the arm of the couch, Hutch picked up his phone and dialed the number by heart.

Starsky had to talk to Hutch. Reaching for his phone, he dialed the number he had known for years.

“Busy signal. Damn!”-

Starsky hung up. He started to get another beer, when the phone rang. He grabbed the handset and said, “Hutch?”

“Yeah, it’s me. You busy, Starsk?”

“No, watching a bad scary movie. It’s not very scary. You all right?”

“Yeah. No. Yeah.” Hutch sounded flustered.

“Hutch? You need to go to the hospital?!” Starsky started to stand.

“It’s not that. Sorry, Starsk. I’m botching this.”

“Just talk to me, Hutch.”

Starsky heard Hutch take a deep breath before he started again. “Starsk, I need to ask you something. And I need an honest answer.”

“I’m always honest with you, Hutch.” Starsky flinched, even as the lie left his lips.

“The other day…was I…sleeping when you came over?” Hutch paused, waiting for Starsky’s answer.

Starsky’s heart started beating faster. I can’t lie to him. Not now. Closing his eyes, he tightened his grip on the handset. “No.”

Hutch said nothing in response, making Starsky wonder if he’d hung up.

Finally, Hutch asked in a shaky voice, “What…what did you see?”

“Everything.” Starsky felt mortified at admitting this to Hutch. What if Hutch became angry at him for watching such a private moment? What would he do if Hutch couldn’t forgive him? This could ruin their friendship…their partnership. What would he do if he were in Hutch’s place? How would he react?

“Did you…hear…anything?”

“Yes.” Starsky was sure Hutch was about to hang up on him. He couldn’t lie to him, but to tell him that he’d heard Hutch call out his name might cause Hutch to run away from him. What would he do without Hutch? He wouldn’t be able to work the streets with anyone else. And he’d never find another friend like him. He held his breath, waiting to hear if Hutch hung up.  

Starsky didn’t hear anything for a while. “Hutch? You still there?” Still nothing. “Hutch, talk to me. Please? I think I’m as confused as you are. We…we need to talk this out.”

Talk this out? Was that even possible? Starsky thought.

“Look, Hutch. I…I got feelings…felt…something…when I saw you…” Starsky couldn’t finish a simple sentence. “Hey, how about I come over? We can have a beer or two. Talk?”

“No!” Hutch finally said. “This is hard enough on the phone. If you were here…I’m not sure I could t-talk about it.”

“You’re probably right, Hutch. So, can we talk about this now? Like this?” Starsky held his breath, waiting for Hutch’s response.

“Yeah, we can talk like this,” Hutch said. “Starsk, that day, in the alley…when you fell on me…something happened. Something changed. Suddenly, you were more than just my best friend and partner. You meant…more to me.” Hutch paused.

“When I got home, I took those pills, and went to bed. When I woke up…I had been dreaming about you…and me. We…we had been making love…to each other. I…uh, I imagined you…on the bed…between my legs…you took my cock into your mouth and…”

Starsky had his eyes closed as Hutch finished talking. He could clearly picture what Hutch described. His penis twitched at the thought of himself lying between Hutch’s legs, sucking on his partner’s hard cock.

“I was concerned about you,” Starsky said. “So after work, I picked up food and drove to your house. The door was unlocked so I walked in. Took the food to the kitchen and figured you were sleeping. I saw the pills and beer bottles on the coffee table and got worried.

“When I got to the bedroom door… God, Hutch! You looked so damn beautiful. All stretched out, all that golden skin. I was going to turn around and wait for you to wake up. Then you started to…touch yourself. I told myself to step back and give you privacy, but it was like I was glued to the spot. I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away.

“Then when you…finished…I heard you say my name.” He closed his eyes again, remembering.

“I was turned on, and when you said my name I got…scared or something. I didn’t know what to do. So I left. And I thought if I didn’t tell you what I had seen…we’d both just forget it.”

“I’m sorry, Starsk. I know what I did upset you.”

“It did and didn’t, Hutch. I keep seeing you. And hearing you call out my name.”

“Damn, Starsk. I wish I knew how to make you forget all that!”

“No. I don’t want to forget it or un-see it. I, uh, I liked what I saw. I liked knowing you were thinking of me. It turned me on, Hutch.”

Starsky was silent for a moment.

Finally, Hutch said, “Starsk, maybe you should come over. Maybe we do need to talk face to face. If you want to, that is.”

“I’ll be right there. And, Hutch, don’t second guess this and leave. Because I will put out an APB on you.” Starsky hung up and left.

When he heard the Torino pull up, Hutch almost panicked. He stood up. What had he been thinking?

The door opened and Starsky walked in. When he saw Hutch’s expression he said, “Sit down Hutch. We really do need to talk.”

As he sat, Hutch didn’t know how to start.

“Hutch, when I fell on top of you I felt something, too. It was like a spark, or something. But I didn’t know what it was. Then when I came over, and saw you…I knew you’d felt it too.

“We’ve known each other for years. Trusted each other. We’ve shared more than most people ever share. We’ve been closer than a lot of married couples. I guess what I’m trying to say is, maybe this is the next step in our friendship?”

“Really? You’re not…grossed out because I…did what I did?”

“I’m not. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I love you, Hutch. Have since the academy. So, maybe this is just a continuation of that love?”

“Are you saying you want to…what? Become lovers?”

“Yes. If you want to explore this…so do I.”

Hutch looked at his partner. He could see Starsky was being serious. The thought of having Starsky as a lover sent a wave of desire through him. “You’re sure? This isn’t just to…”

“I’m sure. It’s not just because of what you did. Well, it is, but not like you’re thinking. The thought of making love to you turns me on.”

Scooting close, Starsky leaned in and pressed his lips to Hutch’s, kissing him deeply.

Moaning, Hutch returned his kisses. When he pulled back they were both breathing heavily.

“Are we going to do this, Hutch?”

“I…I’d like to. But I don’t want this to mess us up.”

“I don’t think it will. We both want this.”

“When?”

“We’re off this weekend, Hutch. Think we can wait until then? Give us both time to think about it?”

“I think that’s a good idea. We wouldn’t have to rush.”

“So, I’m going home now. Want me to pick you up in the morning?”

“Please.”

“Okay.” Starsky started to stand, then leaned back and kissed Hutch again.

Hutch followed Starsky to the door. Before Starsky could open it, Hutch pressed him against the door and kissed him.

They both smiled as Starsky turned and almost bounced down the steps.

Starsky dropped Hutch off after work and went home to clean up. He was back at Hutch’s in about ninety minutes. Knocking, he waited.

Opening the door, Hutch stepped back to let Starsky in. He shut it and pushed Starsky back against it. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him. Then stepped back.

“Hello to you, too!” Starsky laughed. He was nervous and figured Hutch was too. He thought he had figured out a way to make this easier for both of them.

“Sorry, I just needed to do that, Starsk.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining. Not one complaint!”

Hutch seemed nervous. “So…how…what are we going to do, Starsk?”

“I think I have that figured out, blondie. Trust me?”

“Always.”

“Good boy.” Starsky laughed at the incensed look on Hutch’s face. “Go in your bedroom, strip, and get in bed. Do you remember how you were laying?” When Hutch nodded, Starsky continued. “Lay down just like that. For me?”

Hutch smiled and walked into his bedroom.

Hutch stripped his clothes off and lay down in the bed on his back. He closed his eyes. Spreading his legs, he began to touch his cock. His eyes sprang open when he felt the foot of the bed dip.

Starsky was naked and climbing up the bed between his legs. “Shhh. Close your eyes. I want to make your fantasy come true, Hutch. And make mine come true, too.”

Hutch closed his eyes and waited.

Starsky moved up between Hutch’s legs watching as Hutch stroked his own shaft. His mouth watered. More than anything, he wanted to taste Hutch. To take him deep in his throat and please him.

He moved between Hutch’s thighs and pushed them wider to make space for him. Taking Hutch’s hand he replaced it with his own, continuing the stroking. Then he bent his head and licked at the crown of Hutch’s cock. He liked his partner’s taste. He smiled when Hutch jumped and put a hand in Starsky’s curls.

Starsky licked down the underside of Hutch’s length, following the trail of the large vein there. Then he took it in his right hand and held it so he could close his mouth over it and suck it. Moving his left hand, he began to roll and gently squeeze Hutch’s balls.

“Starsk…” Hutch breathed as Starsky sucked him and began to fondle his balls.

Starsky wanted this to go beyond any fantasy Hutch had ever had. He wet his fingers then pinched and rubbed Hutch’s nipples. Starsky had to fight to keep from having an orgasm right then. It was almost too much.

Starsky settled in, determined to please Hutch. Sucking him deep into his throat, he continued to play with Hutch’s nipples and balls. Ignoring his own erection, he focused on Hutch. This was all for and about him.

“Too good. Not gonna last, Starsk!” Hutch’s head was thrashing on the pillow. His fingers were threaded through Starsky’s curls, not pulling, just holding on. His hips were lifting up to meet Starsky’s mouth.

Starsky pulled off long enough to really look at Hutch. “Don’t hold back, babe. Come for me.” He returned to what he’d been doing, sucking harder and deeper.

“Starsk!” Hutch called out again as his orgasm hit.

Hearing Hutch yelling his name was more stunning than it had been the first time. Starsky felt Hutch’s cock stiffen then tasted Hutch as he came. That triggered Starsky’s own orgasm to hit as his cock rubbed against Hutch’s leg.

He gentled his movements and swallowed quickly. When Hutch relaxed back onto the bed, Starsky climbed over his leg and moved up to lie beside him. He wrapped his arms around Hutch and pulled him close to his body. He could feel Hutch panting.

Leaning in, Starsky kissed Hutch. “I love you. That was amazing! Hearing you call my name…” He had to stop speaking. Feeling overwhelmed, he just held onto his partner.

“Knowing you were…touching me with your hands and mouth…is the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced, Starsk.” His head fell back onto Starsky’s shoulder. “Starsk? What about you? Let me…”

“Too late, blintz. Sorry about the sheets.” Starsky laughed. “I wanted to hold out, but it…you were too erotic and exciting. Don’t worry; I’m sure we’ll both have plenty of turns in the next sixty years or so.”

“Sixty years? You mean that?”

“Now that I’ve made you mine, Hutch, I’m not letting you go. You got a problem with that?”

“No. No problem at all. I love you, babe. Love you more than I can say.”

“Then don’t say anything else. Let’s get some rest. Then we can change the sheets and start all over. We have an entire weekend to discover each other.”

“Promise?” Hutch yawned.

Starsky pulled Hutch’s head down to his shoulder. “Sleep, babe. I promise to love you forever.”

“Forever…nice…me, too.”