“Hurry up, Starsk! The show’s about to start.”
“Keep your pants on… oh, but you ain’t got no pants to keep on.” Starsky snickered at his clever comment, well aware that Hutch probably rolled his eyes or shook his head in annoyance or both. He poured generous amounts of salt and melted butter over the warm popcorn, then gave it a quick toss with his hands. He grabbed the two open bottles of beer in one hand and cradled the bowl against his bare skin with the other. He walked into the living room, sighing with lust on seeing Hutch’s naked long legs, crossed at the ankles, feet with those incredibly suckable toes propped up on the coffee table.
If only his robe was open just a little further up. One of these days, I’ll convince him his birthday suit is all he needs to wear after our lovemaking.
“Hey, Thor, take the beers, willya?”
Hutch did as asked and set them on the table, but not before running his dilating eyes over Starsky’s nude body. “Thor? What’s with calling me Thor?”
“Well, he’s the god of strength and you carried all 170 lovable pounds of me to bed without breakin’ a sweat.”
“You’re only one-sixty now, Starsk,” Hutch said with a mildly sour note in his tone.
It still bothered them both that Starsky hadn’t gotten back to his pre-shooting weight. That, along with the latest addition to his scar collection, were constant reminders of that extremely trying time in their lives. On the other hand, they both owed Gunther a freakish debt of gratitude: he had inadvertently catapulted them to the next level of their relationship and more happiness than they could ever have imagined.
“And then there’s your hammer,” said Starsky as he sat, exercising caution, next to Hutch, leaving no room for air between them. “You really nailed me so good earlier.” His wide grin underlined and capitalized his satisfaction with Hutch’s most recent use of his tool.
Hutch laughed. “You are a nutcase, babe. Pretty sure Cabrillo has an open bed with your name on it.”
Starsky settled the bowl carefully on his lap. He offered one buttery hand to Hutch, who promptly sucked each finger. The bowl moved a little.
“Uh… what’re we watchin’?” Starsky came perilously close to stammering.
Hutch went for his lover’s other hand. “Star Trek. It’s that episode with Vaal and all the pale people.” As Hutch sucked the fingers clean, Starsky could feel Hutch’s sky blue eyes on him as he watched his lover’s adept mouth working his fingers.
Starsky whimpered like a love-sick puppy. Without looking at his partner, he knew Hutch was smirking. And the bowl was now teetering precariously.
Starsky reluctantly took his hand back. “Uhm… that episode’s The Apple.”
Hutch licked his lips with long, slow strokes, this time provoking a mewl from Starsky. “How do you know the title?” He steadied the bowl and grabbed a handful of popcorn.
“Dunno. Fffforgot.” Don’t know much of anything right now. “Uh… Hutch? Do we hafta watch this now?”
Hutch crunched and swallowed his mouthful of popcorn. “Yeah. I like this episode. Besides, you need to learn patience. So put your perpetual sex machine in idle for an hour. I’ll make it worth your while.” This time, he licked the salty butter from his own fingers — slowly and sensuously.
Starsky, trying to control his urge to jump Hutch’s bones immediately, pondered the possibilities and decided that he could shift into neutral for an hour. “‘Kay. But we don’t watch the credits.”
“Deal. Now shut up and watch the show.”
Starsky dug into the popcorn and watched and ate without much enthusiasm, his mind more on what was going to happen later.
After the third crewman died, Starsky said, “Ya know, Blintz, almost everybody who gets killed on this series is wearin’ a red shirt. Maybe I oughta rethink my wardrobe.”
Hutch chuckled then kissed the side of Starsky’s head. “Nah. You’ve been wearing red for years so you’re good. Besides, that’s a good color on you.”
Starsky put his head on Hutch’s shoulder. “Skin tone is better. On both of us. With dark brown accents on me.”
This time, Hutch howled with laughter. “Maybe next vacation we should go to a nudist colony.”
“I get enough of other naked bodies in the gym showers, so I’ll pass.”
“Good point. We’ll think of some other place.”
A few minutes later, the beer gone and only old maids left in the bowl, they watched the Enterprise landing party enter the village. “Betcha nobody there is nicknamed ‘Blondie,'” Starsky observed. “Reminds me of those Cath’lic girls at PS 223. They were all named ‘Mary.’ At least they went by their middle names too so we didn’t get twenty of ’em answering at the same time.”
Hutch snickered. “Bet you romanced every one of ’em and just called them ‘Mary,’ so you wouldn’t get them confused and mad at you.”
“Ah, babe, you know me too well.”
A few more scenes passed before Starsky voiced another observation. “Hey, Hutch, that guy spyin’ on Chekov and Martha kinda looks like you!”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“Yes, he does. Could be your twin. Only difference is he’s, well, a little scrawny, an’ he sounds squeaky. Like he’s going through poo-perty ”
Without warning, Hutch kissed Starsky’s cheek in an imitation of the action on the screen. “Is that pleasant to you?”
Catching on instantly, Starsky chuckled and said, “It is pleasant, Blondie.”
Now they kissed properly. The kiss quickly escalated to one of passion and need. The popcorn bowl toppled to the floor when Starsky turned and put his hand inside Hutch’s robe.
Hutch moaned. “Starsk, babe, love you,” he panted. He uncrossed his legs, knocking the bottles to the floor.
Starsky, his voice husky with desire, whispered, “I ain’t waitin’ for the credits.” He slid his hand down the soft, tanned skin. “God, Hutch, I love you so much. I can’t get enough of you.” As he licked and nibbled Hutch’s hard nipples, he spread open the robe until even the sash at Hutch’s waist had fallen away. Then he was cupping his lover’s scrotum. He began gently rolling its occupants as if they were a pair of dice he was coaxing to give him a winner in a craps game. “I’m hungry for another bite of these crabapples.”
Hutch snorted at Starsky’s wordplay. “Crabapples?”
“Yeah, too small to be reg’lar-sized apples. Not like that tree trunk ya got there.”
“You really know how to compliment a guy,” Hutch said with a smile before pressing their lips together again. Between ever increasing passionate kisses, he whispered, “Good thing… they’re… already peeled.”
Transcript of The Apple- http://chakoteya.net/StarTrek/38.htm
Crab apples! 😆 Sounds unhealthy. Very cute, Marie. Love the popcorn bowl moving on Starsky’s lap. When Starsky refers to Hutch carrying his 170 pounds and Hutch says, “You’re only one-sixty now, Starsk,” I thought he meant because Starsky had really, really drained his balls. 😄
I love your brain!
Why thank you! 😊😁
Thanks, ChocolateEgg. Wish I’d thought of your reason for the weight discrepancy! So much better. Do I have your permission to use it in another story?
Absolutely!
I love the playful conversation they are carrying on and how it turns flaming hot so quickly. Starsky’admiration for Hutch’s physical attributes are a nice vision. What a great idea to have them watch The Apple together! Thanks, MHE, for this steamy gift. 🎁
Thanks, Shazta. The Apple ep inspired me; saw it on TV then wrote it the next day, with DS’s physical attributes in both series strong in my head.
Haha. I thought the same as ChocolateEgg about Starsky’s weight.
I really have to rewatch that Star Trek episode!
What a hot story, thank you for your gift!
Thanks, KiraB. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen that particular ep, but when I found out DS was in it, I hardly recognized him! Now that I know, I make sure to watch it more often. And you’re most welcome.
I LOVE IT! The popcorn bowl tilt-a-whirl, the Star Trek seduction lines (sigh – memories), all of it is sexy and fun and so Starsky & Hutch. You are so good at this! Thank you, Maria.
Aw, thanks, MatSir: you’re too kind (BTW, the five bucks for your comment is in the mail). My fave part of this story was the popcorn bowl, including “the old maids.” And the kissing.
This is great. So sweet and sexy, and I bet S never let H forget how much he looked like the guy in The Apple.
I liked the little detail that H, even in the midst of the joking and flirting, still knew exactly how underweight S was. Always on caregiver duty…… Thank you!
Thanks, Kate. I agree; H would never hear the end of it.
And I agree. Hutch, ever the caretaker.
Super juxtaposition, Maria! Loved them watching the Star Trek episode together and getting horny (if they weren’t to begin with!) Perfect ‘voices’ and activities! Very nicely done, m’dear.
Elves: wonderfully matched smiles!!!!
Thanks, pat. Seeing that ep recently for the umpteenth time inspired this little slash story. Glad you liked it.
I agree with all the above comments, Marie.
This was a wonderful gift, fully displaying their loving relationship. The fun, the caring, just everything about them. KUDOS
Thank you for this awesome present!
Thanks, Nancy. It’s a joy writing about their relationship, whether gen or slash.
I never knew a bowl of popcorn could be—so intriguing, lol. I’ve never watched the Apple, but maybe I need to. Very sexy imagery along with the dialogue.
Oh, yeah, that popcorn bowl… had fun writing that little detail. Thanks for your comment, and yep, The Apple is definitely worth a watch, even if it didn’t have DS in it (that just makes it all the better though).
Illo Elves: Just perfect screen grabs! You are amazing! Thanks so much.
Maria, that was plain fun. Sex and ST and popcorn. I enjoyed this very much.
Elves, great illos!!!
You’re very welcome!
Thanks, kat. Sounds like I hit a hat trick (I live in the state of hockey) with this story.
Great story – sweet and hot! Especially with Hutch wearing nothing under his robe, and Starsky tantalizingly putting his hand inside it.
And I guess my brain isn’t smutty enough, LOL, because I instantly knew the weight comment was about Starsky’s shooting.
“…They both owed Gunther a freakish debt of gratitude” – I really like the way you worded this.
Thanks, Lauren. I like to think both of us just have a different kind of smutty brain, though sometimes I wish mine leaned more toward the ChocolateEgg type.
I enjoyed how you used the Star Trek: TOS episode David appeared in as something Starsky & Hutch are watching on TV. That was clever. Thanks for including the transcript of The Apple at the end of your story too.
I enjoyed how you kept Starsky flaunting his body even though the Gunther shooting had added more scars. You captured Starsky’s self-confidence perfectly. And Hutch’s adorable bashful tendencies of keeping his robe on.
I dug the part where you had Starsky calling Hutch “Thor”. I do that too in some of my stories. Your reasons for doing it are much more provocative than mine. Love your imagination.
Your story is fun and sexy and hot!
Thanks so much!
Thanks for your comment, Ursula. I didn’t even recognize DS in the ST ep, so I just had to use that in some way in a story. And Starsky isn’t one to wallow in self-pity (at least not for long) and Hutch is rather bashful.
I’m unfamiliar with your stories. Where do you post and if you don’t object, what’s your pen name, if there is one? Would love to read them. (Maybe I already have.)
Hutch never really struck me as a ‘Star Trek’ fan, but you totally made it work for me. And it’s spot-on that Hutch would know exactly how much Starsky weighs after the shooting. Terrific, chica. YKILY!
Aw, thanks, swee’pea! I think Hutch watches ST because Starsky loves it – at least in my head canon. And I have no doubt that he watches Starsky’s health like a hawk.
Whee! I do so love stories with a touch of crossover vibe 😄 Sexy, sexy popcorn action, too–you served up a winner, Maria, thank you!
Gee, thanks, hbb. And think about it – even the name “popcorn” is sexy, in a culinary way.
Very cute–and trust Starsky to notice that Hutch resembles that guy in the Star Trek episode.
Thanks, Dawn. In my head, I always see Starsky recognizing someone who resembles the love of his life.