{"id":430,"date":"2012-12-19T03:25:01","date_gmt":"2012-12-19T03:25:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2012\/calendar\/?p=430"},"modified":"2022-02-06T17:07:13","modified_gmt":"2022-02-06T17:07:13","slug":"december-19th-the-twelve-days-of-christmas-by-provencepuss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2012\/calendar\/?p=430","title":{"rendered":"December 19th- The Twelve Days of Christmas by provencepuss"},"content":{"rendered":"

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nA big kiss under the tree<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nTwo Mars lights flashing,
\nAnd a big kiss under the tree.<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Two Mars Lights Flashing<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Dobey held his breath.<\/span><\/p>\n

The call had come in at the end of the day and tomorrow was Christmas Eve. Most of the cops were already finding unused leave to finish their Christmas shopping.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch had taken the call from his car. \u201cI\u2019m on my way to Starsky\u2019s place and that\u2019s about midway. Call him and tell him I\u2019ll be late could you please Captain?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dobey called Starsky and wasn\u2019t surprised to hear his flat answer. \u201cTell him I\u2019m on my way \u2013 I\u2019m closer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That was the last anyone heard from either of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

The next day Dobey stayed at Metro as long as he could but when Edith had called him for the sixth time to remind him that he was singing a solo in the Carol Service he finally accepted that he might as well wait for news at home as in his office. As he left the building he made sure that dispatch knew where to find him and he picked up a beeper that worked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Edith Dobey watched her husband as he greeted Cal and Rosie; chiding them for not being ready for the Carol Service and trying his best to hide his worry. She whispered to him, \u201cThey\u2019ll be alright dear; I\u2019m sure David has a guardian angel.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAfter all that boy\u2019s been through if he doesn\u2019t have a guardian angel then he made a pact with the devil.\u201d They laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dobey sang his solo, but he wasn\u2019t really aware of doing so. He was praying with all his heart that Starsky and Hutch had dealt with the call and gone home without turning in their reports. After all, they did that often enough when it wasn\u2019t Christmas the next day.<\/span><\/p>\n

As soon as they were home Dobey slipped the beeper out of his pocket to check that he hadn\u2019t received a message and not heard it inside the church. Nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sighing and running a hand across his face he went into his den and picked up the phone.<\/span><\/p>\n

The dispatcher on duty recognized his voice immediately. \u201cNothing Captain. No one\u2019s heard anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about back up units?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere was nobody there when they arrived \u2013 and Captain \u2013 Blake says that it didn\u2019t look like there had been any kind of incident there either.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Edith called him from the living room. \u201cHarold; come and decorate the tree.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Rosie\u2019s voice piped up. \u201cCome on daddy, we need you to put the star on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He heaved himself out of his chair and joined the rest of his family. Edith whispered, \u201cDon\u2019t worry dear \u2013 no news is good news \u2013 and we don\u2019t want to upset the kids.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked at the star in his hand. A perfect six pointed star like the one David had worn around his neck when he first met him all those years ago. Now the boy wore some kind of Chinese things that Dobey didn\u2019t understand and found a bit too hippie for a cop. Hutch wore a moon and stars and what looked like a silver tooth around his neck so Dobey knew that he couldn\u2019t complain about that.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy!\u201d Rosie was staring up at her father, her big brown eyes wide with worry. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter daddy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He put the star on the tree and lifted his pretty little daughter up and kissed her. \u201cNothing sweetheart.\u201d He patted her on the butt and put her down. \u201cCal, take Rosie and go see where the candy canes are.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes dad.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The phone rang around nine that evening, but it was Edith\u2019s mother wishing them a Happy Christmas because the next day she would be flying to Atlanta to visit her sister.<\/span><\/p>\n

Night fell. Rosie and Cal were sent to bed and Dobey and his wife sat staring at the fire flickering in the hearth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you remember when David talked you into having that gas log fitted. I thought Hutch was going to have a conniption; he was so shocked that anyone would have a fake fire.\u201d Edith smiled at her husband.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, and Starsky was so excited because he\u2019d dreamed of a real fireplace all his life but he doesn\u2019t have a wall suitable in his house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His voice shook and she took his pudgy hand in hers and stroked it. \u201cThey always seem to come through dear.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut this time it\u2019s Christmas.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Edith finally decided to go to bed. \u201cHarold?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I want to be awake if\u2026if there\u2019s any news.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She sat down again beside him and curled up in his arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMommy! Mommy!\u201d Rosie\u2019s voice interrupted them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Edith grinned. \u201cRosie you should be asleep!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut mommy, Santa\u2019s outside! I can hear him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRosie!\u201d her father shouted. \u201cIf you don\u2019t go to sleep he wo\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Edith put her finger to her lips. \u201cListen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He listened. Outside the house he could hear\u2026no it couldn\u2019t be\u2026it sounded like\u2026.sleighbells.<\/span><\/p>\n

Edith and her husband went to the window and pulled the drapes aside. Outside on the front lawn two oversized elves were hauling a sack of packages up to the doorstep. The scene was eerily lit by the glow of\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

…two mars lights flashing!<\/span><\/p>\n

Dobey and Edith hugged each other. Starsky and Hutch were safe and well.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nThree big burritos,
\nTwo mars lights flashing,
\nAnd a big kiss under the tree.<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Three Big Burritos<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Huggy was polishing glasses. He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth and he was squinting at his work through the blue spiral of smoke that rose in front of his face.<\/span><\/p>\n

The table in the middle of the bar was ready. Huggy placed a clean glass on the table and straightened the place settings. Starsky was semi-hysterical when he rang ahead to ask Huggy to prepare the scene; he was snorting back the laughter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat’s right Hug. Lay the table for one \u2013 Hutch lost the bet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Huggy thought he could hear Hutch protesting in the background but he wasn’t sure; truth was that Starsky was laughing so much he was having trouble hearing anything.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch came down the stairs from the street entrance of The Pits. He looked grim. Like the condemned man about to eat his last meal \u2013 without getting his choice of menu. He walked across to the bar, giving the neatly prepared table a sour look.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarky’s not here yet then?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGive me a beer Huggy \u2013 and a bourbon chaser. I’m going to need it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Huggy rolled his almond-shaped eyes and smiled flashing perfect white teeth. \u201cAre you sure about the chaser?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch gave him an icy stare. \u201cSure!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Huggy shrugged and pulled the lever to fill a glass of beer then turned to fill a shot glass with Jack Daniels. He pushed both of them towards the sullen cop and watched as the whisky went down in one. Hutch took the beer a little slower.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFa la la la la lala la\u201d They heard Starsky singing as he came down the stairs. He appeared looking like a malevolent pixie. He was wearing a dark sweater and one of his more presentable pairs of jeans. A long red bonnet with a white fur border was perched precariously on his curly hair and he held a tray balanced on his left hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

He winked at Huggy as he walked across the room and placed the tray on the bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

He shook out a big white serviette and bowed to Hutch. \u201cYour table awaits, oh Prince.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch glowered at him and finished his beer\u2026slowly\u2026while standing at the bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky sniffed at the package on the tray. \u201cMmmmmmmm smells great.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch curled the edge of one nostril and sighed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Huggy took a wine glass down from the shelf. \u201cWhat do you recommend Starsk \u2013 red or white?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch snapped, \u201cBeer!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky grinned. \u201cOh no, the thing to drink with this is Dr. Pepper.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch sagged visibly; His fate was sealed. He’d lost a bet with Starsky and yet again the stakes were a meal of the other man’s choice. Only this time the winner chose the loser’s meal and the venue.<\/span><\/p>\n

He took his place at the table and Starsky tied the serviette around his neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch sighed and shot one last pleading glance at his partner.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky shook his head. \u201cI won remember!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch held up his hands in surrender. \u201cOk let’s get this over with.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky opened the box.<\/span><\/p>\n

Huggy laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch prepared himself to eat three big burritos under their vigilant gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nFour flavored condoms,
\nThree big burritos,
\nTwo Mars lights flashing,
\nAnd a big kiss under the tree.<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Four Flavored Condoms<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Hutch was singing as he walked into the squad room. The Christmas tree was already beginning to fill up with gifts. Minnie had draped it with tinsel but the cops had decided that this year they would hang small gifts for one another on the tree.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch checked that no one was looking. He\u2019d been doing his usual routine all week and the others were beginning to call him Humbug. He slipped the flat gold-wrapped package out of his pocket and hung it from one of the branches. He turned it so that the tiny label was clearly in view: \u2018Starsky\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dobey\u2019s door opened and Hutch moved quickly away from the tree. Minnie brushed past him and smiled. \u201cNearly caught you in the act; don\u2019t worry, sweetie, I won\u2019t tell.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

If only she knew<\/em>, he thought as Minnie sashayed her way out of the squad room balancing a pile of files on her arms and pushing the door open with her hip. Hutch could understand why Starsky played her along \u2013 he also knew that his partner did it to tease him.<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

Christmas Eve arrived and the squad room was full of cops getting ready to celebrate. Starsky was wearing a Santa Claus bonnet at a rakish angle and had been put in charge of distributing the gifts.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMinnie!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain, this one\u2019s from all of us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And so it continued. He finally got to the flat package and read the label. \u201cHey, this one\u2019s for me.\u201d He opened his eyes wide like a kid and pulled the package from the tree. He shook it and pinched it and raised his eyebrows. \u201cI wonder who it\u2019s from.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He caught Hutch\u2019s eye and grinned. \u201cHey folks, the Grinch bought a gift!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He started to open it and noticed that Hutch was blushing. He went over to stand next to his partner and pressed the scotch tape down to close the package again. \u201cYou know what folks; he\u2019s so embarrassed, I\u2019m not going to open it now\u2026but I promise to tell you what it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The cops all left the building and went home to their families, their friends and their lovers to spend what they hoped would be a crime-free Christmas.<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky slipped the package into his pocket and grabbed Hutch by the hand. \u201cLet\u2019s go bah a few humbugs, Hutchinson!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The Torino pulled up in front of Venice Place. They had agreed to spend Christmas at Hutch\u2019s place and New Year at Starsky\u2019s. As they went up the stairs Starsky gave Hutch a friendly goose. \u201cI\u2019ll get ya, turkey!\u201d Hutch laughed at the silly pun.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch served them both a glass of wine and Starsky sat down on the couch. He\u2019s already pulled off his jacket and holster and rolled back his cuffs to reveal his strong hairy arms. He unbuttoned a couple of extra inches of shirt and Hutch felt himself harden slightly at the sight of Starsky\u2019s perfect torso with its dark covering of curls.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAren\u2019t you going to open the gift?\u201d Hutch said with a smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky sipped his wine before starting to tackle the scotch tape again. He carefully opened the paper and grinned. \u201cDo we need these?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLook at the labels.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cChocolate, vanilla, strawberry and caramel. Hmmm, my favorites. But like I said \u2013 do we need these. I mean I don\u2019t think either of us is going to get pregnant.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch sat beside his lover and cupped his chin to turn the deep blue gaze towards him. \u201cDon\u2019t you ever have fantasies? I means when you were a kid and you learned how to use them, did you do it alone, or what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky flashed him a wide toothy grin; his whole face lit up and his eyes twinkled with mischief. \u201cOh I get it. We\u2019re going to play dress-up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho goes first?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s your gift.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOK. I get to taste the chocolate.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He undid the foil wrapper and carefully laid the condom on the table. \u201cCome here, sweetie.\u201d He grabbed Hutch behind the neck and pulled him down until their lips met. Starsky began to suck at Hutch\u2019s lower lip to extract the moan of arousal that he loved to hear. He ran his tongue across Hutch\u2019s lips and then pushed the tip gently between them. Hutch opened his mouth to let the intruder in. Starsky\u2019s tongue explored Hutch\u2019s teeth and began to entwine around his tongue. Hutch was getting hard and he wanted to undo his pants; but Starsky held his wrists firmly. \u201cLet me.\u201d He went back to kissing Hutch and at the same time his fingers found the zipper; he undid the fly and Hutch felt a slight release of pressure as only his underpants held his cock in control. Starsky reached inside the soft denim and pulled out Hutch\u2019s cock. He sat back and looked at it lovingly. Chuckling, he leaned forward and picked up the chocolate flavored condom. He placed it on the tip of Hutch\u2019s dick, taking advantage of a pearly dew drop to help lubricate the thing. Gently, fluttering his fingers as he did so, he unrolled the thin but strong latex until Hutch\u2019s cock was totally enveloped.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh look,\u201d he said, \u201ca gift-wrapped chocolate bar, and it\u2019s all for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He slid down to his knees and started to lick the condom. \u201cTasty, very tasty.\u201d He lowered his head and Hutch took a handful of dark curls to push his partner\u2019s face down into his crotch. Starsky started to suck harder and run his fingers through Hutch\u2019s golden curls as he did so. He was putting full pressure on now and Hutch could feel it rising within him. Starsky eased off again; prolonging the pleasure as much as he could. Hutch was helpless at the mercy of his expert lover. Starsky lifted his heavily lidded eyes and looked up at Hutch. \u201cReady?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh god, yes, please\u2026now\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky enveloped his cock in his mouth again. It seemed strange to Hutch \u2013 he could feel the effect but the condom was a barrier between him and Starsky\u2019s warm mouth. Starsky ran his finger along the base of Hutch\u2019s cock before taking the full length of it into his mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch let go. He fired into the condom just as Starsky raised his head.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, it looks like you blew up the balloon buddy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch glanced down to his crotch and saw that the tip of the rubber had inflated with the pressure of his semen. Starsky removed it slowly \u2013 taking care not to spill a drop. He parted his lips and squeezed the contents of the rubber into his mouth. He licked his lips. \u201cMmmm chocolate on the outside and honey center.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHappy Christmas Starsk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsky?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHmmm?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you going to tell the others that I gave you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCandy \u2013 my favorite flavors. OK sweet-ass, which flavor do you want to try?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nFive gold cock rings
\nFour flavored condoms
\nThree big burritos
\nTwo Mars lights flashing
\nAnd a big kiss under the tree<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Five Gold Rings<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch opened the package and stared at the contents. Starsky grinned up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and the intense blue of his gaze sent shivers up Hutch\u2019s spine. He opened the small leather-bound box and shook the contents onto the palm of his hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

Five gold rings. They were all the same size and none of them looked like they would fit any of his fingers; he gazed at Starsky who was smiling one of those subtle lopsided grins that only he seemed capable of doing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t get it Starsk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOn the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five gold rings.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch tried to keep the impatience out of his voice. When Starsky got like this he could be really annoying. \u201cI can see what they are Starsky \u2013 I just don\u2019t understand.\u201d He tried to slip one of them on his finger but it fell off immediately. \u201cNone of them fit.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s because you aren\u2019t trying them in the right place.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky leaned forward and kissed his partner softly. \u201cYou want me to slip one on you to see if I got the size right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was still kind of foggy about what these rings were meant to be used for; but Starsky\u2019s hand was on his crotch and strong slender fingers were unbuttoning the new 205s that his partner had talked him into buying. Light began to dawn \u2013 but why five?<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky had succeeded in unfastening the jeans now and he was easing them down over Hutch\u2019s hips. He placed his hand over the warm mound under the cotton of Hutch\u2019s underpants and squeezed gently. Sliding his hands under the elastic he moved the cotton jersey down and Hutch\u2019s erection sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. \u201cHello big boy.\u201d Starsky said in a husky Mae West type voice. \u201cCome up and see me some time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He slid down to the floor and kissed the tip. Then he ran his tongue along the length of Hutch\u2019s tumescent cock. He caressed Hutch\u2019s balls and started to hum the tune of the Twelve Days of Christmas. Hutch was squirming now; trying to hold back and desperate for relief \u2013 and he knew that Starsky had hardly started.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what these rings are for now, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYea \u2013 no \u2013 I mean I\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe idea is that they help you keep it up longer.\u201d Starsky reached up and took the box from Hutch\u2019s hand. He slipped one of the rings into his mouth. \u201cA little moisture might help in slide on better,\u201d he said as he pushed out his tongue to reveal the ring round its tip. He bent his head over Hutch\u2019s crotch who struggled to hold his breath.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky licked once more then used his fingers to remove the ring from his tongue and slide it down the length of Hutch\u2019s cock. \u201cPerfect fit.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He took Hutch into his mouth and began to suck gently. Hutch felt his semen rising, a hot tide ready to flow. Starsky sucked a little more then withdrew.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs one enough?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh god, Starsky, take me please. Now!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOne for sorrow, two for joy. Isn\u2019t that how the rhyme goes? Well we don\u2019t want this to be a sad occasion do we?\u201d He took the second and third rings and slipped them into place. Hutch felt like his dick was in handcuffs. He was on the verge of orgasm but at the same time the rings seemed to be holding him back and keeping him hard.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlease Starsky. Now, please.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky wiped a dewdrop of pre-cum off the tip of Hutch\u2019s dick and put his finger into his mouth, smiling as he did so. \u201cIsn\u2019t it funny how bears like honey?\u201d he said with a giggle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsky, you\u2019re my teddy bear, now get on with the picnic, please.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky smiled again and lowered his head to go to work. Hutch was writhing in ecstasy now; he was struggling not to slide off the couch. He pressed his ass hard against the cushion and held his breath as the sucking got stronger. Starsky was exerting a pressure like he\u2019d never felt before \u2013 maybe the rings were part of it, Hutch no longer knew or cared. He was losing control.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky took him deeper into his mouth and Hutch felt the throat muscles expand to take his ejaculation. Starsky had a capability to open his throat and swallow half a glass of beer in one \u2013 and he put it to good use with his partner.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was spent. He felt his semen shoot out of him and heard Starsky gulp. The curly head withdrew and Starsky was licking his lips. \u201cThe rings are still working; do you want to take me now?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch managed to pull himself sufficiently upright to see that his cock was as hard and engorged as it had been before he came. Starsky was standing up now. He unbuckled the stout leather belt that he wore \u2013 god knows why, his jeans were so tight they didn\u2019t need to be held up. He shimmied his jeans down to his ankles and turned around. \u201cI\u2019ll let you do the rest.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch put his hands on Starsky\u2019s hips and turned him back to face him. \u201cThere are two rings left\u2026how many do you need?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDunno.\u201d He grinned wickedly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch pulled Starsky\u2019s jockey shorts down to join his jeans and ran his fingers through the thick echo of his partner\u2019s curly head. He ran a finger along the neatly circumcised cock that was the source of so much pleasure. Starsky sketched a salute and said \u201cTen \u2013 shun!\u201d and his cock obeyed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was still aroused and the cock rings were doing their job; he was beginning to throb with desire once again. He took one of the rings and carefully slid it to the base of the Starsky\u2019s dark dick. \u201cLet\u2019s see if you can take it?\u201d he said and he reached for the last ring. Starsky put a strong hand on his wrist. \u201cDon\u2019t be greedy \u2013 we need to keep some for emergencies.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEmergencies?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah; like if one of us loses his in the john.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch replaced the ring in the box. He turned Starsky around and pulled him back onto his lap. He was moist from Starsky\u2019s mouth and from his own cum and he slid into the waiting gates of heaven easily. Starsky groaned and pushed back. Hutch began to pump gently and the two men moved as one to find a more comfortable position. Hutch felt the tip of his cock make contact with Starsky\u2019s prostate and he pushed a little more. Starsky let out a whoop as Hutch came. He wriggled his butt back against Hutch\u2019s belly and moved just enough to keep his partner inflamed. Hutch recognized the signal to cup his hand around Starsky\u2019s cock just in time for it to be filled with the ambrosia that he would lap up in a few seconds.<\/span><\/p>\n

They lay together on the floor, and pale blue eyes met deep blue eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have a question?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI gave you the five gold rings; what are you going to give me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nSix hours of massage
\nFive gold cock rings
\nFour flavored condoms<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a0Three big burritos
\nTwo Mars lights flashing
\nAnd a big kiss under the tree<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Six Hours of Massage<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky lay on the ground and took a deep breath. How long was he going to be able to keep this up? How much longer before the day he couldn\u2019t run or even walk anymore? How long before he was going to have to tell Hutch what happened in the jungle?<\/span><\/p>\n

He lay back and groaned.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was coming towards him now. Starsky could see the concern on his face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsk?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be ok in a sec.\u201d Hutch held out his hand and Starsky took it more gratefully than he was willing to admit.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI tripped.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

You bet I tripped. Into a great big goddam trap; fell about twelve feet and heard the bones break.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky started back towards the car. \u201cI take it they got away.\u201d He said sourly. Hutch nodded. \u201cThey were kids.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you can\u2019t keep up with a couple of kids?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah I know. It\u2019s just that\u2026\u201d He winced as he slid in behind the wheel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou want me to drive?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not that bad!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch grinned. \u201cObviously.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky was still limping when they were ready to leave for the night. Dobey noticed it and called him back.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsky go see a doctor before you come in tomorrow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky turned and stared at him. \u201cI\u2019m OK Captain; nothing a hot shower and a little rest won\u2019t handle.\u201d Dobey wasn\u2019t convinced \u2013 and neither was Hutch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you don\u2019t have a doctor\u2019s OK tomorrow don\u2019t bother coming in. That\u2019s an order!\u201d Dobey\u2019s voice gave no doubt to what he meant.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky sighed. \u201cOK.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy don\u2019t we drop by Emergency right now and get that leg checked out?\u201d Hutch said as they opened the Torino\u2019s doors.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEmergency! I tweaked it \u2013 I\u2019ll be ok.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDobey said no doctor, no work Starsk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky turned the key in the ignition and bowed his head. \u201cOK you win.\u201d He drove to the emergency entrance of Memorial. Hutch was already half-way to the door when he realized that Starsky was still in the car. He turned and saw with shock that his partner was pale and sweating; and he had just wiped a finger under his eye. He went back to the car and opened the driver\u2019s side door.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey. Come on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat I said. I can\u2019t get out of the car.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStay there.\u201d Starsky gave him a baleful stare; his deep blue eyes twinkled despite the obvious pain that they reflected. \u201cI just told you I can\u2019t get out of the car, didn\u2019t I?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t drive away!\u201d Hutch said it firmly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d It came out hoarse and Hutch heard the catch in his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch ran over to the desk and showed his badge to get the clerk\u2019s attention. \u201cMy partner\u2019s out in our car \u2013 he needs help.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She looked up at him. \u201cWheelchair or gurney?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA wheelchair I guess. It\u2019s his leg.\u201d She called an orderly over and he fetched a wheelchair before following Hutch out to the Torino.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky was leaning back against his seat and Hutch could tell that he was biting back tears of pain. The orderly eased Starsky out of the car and into the chair. Hutch walked alongside Starsky as they made their way back to the building. The orderly took Starsky straight to one of the examination rooms where a doctor was already waiting.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was asked to go give the necessary information about Starsky to the desk. He hesitated but his partner made a little gesture with his fists to show that he\u2019d be OK.<\/span><\/p>\n

By the time Hutch had finished the paperwork Starsky was on his way to X-ray.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cX-ray? But he just fell and sprained something.\u201d Hutch stared at the intern in disbelief. \u201cWhat are you trying to do increase the bill?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a precaution.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch touched his fingertips tip his forehead and shook his head. \u201cWhat kind of precaution? He didn\u2019t fall from a height \u2013 he tripped in an alley.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid you see him fall?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo \u2013 I \u2013 uh \u2013 I was running after the other guy at the time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch stalked off in the direction of the X-ray department and sat down to wait.<\/span><\/p>\n

They wheeled Starsky out about fifteen minutes later. A pretty nurse was pushing him back to the examination room and it was obvious to Hutch that his partner\u2019s spirits were raised a little; but he still looked strained. The nurse explained that they should wait here and the doctor would be along as soon as he\u2019d seen the X-rays.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s nothing broken, but from what I saw on the X-ray I\u2019m surprised you can run at all.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky said nothing for a couple of seconds before turning to Hutch. \u201cGet me out of here willya?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot so fast.\u201d The doctor said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing broken but you have done some damage there. You ruptured a tendon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo?\u201d Starsky turned deep blue eyes up at the doctor as if challenging him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo you need to have it dealt with. I can prescribe you some pain-killers but you are unfit for duty until the treatment is over.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDoc\u2026\u201d Starsky started to protest. But his attention was attracted to a beautiful red-head who had just come into the room. \u201cWhat treatment are you prescribing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRegular massage. I\u2019ll prescribe daily sessions\u2026thirty minutes each over twelve days \u2013 that should do the trick.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The redhead smiled at Starsky. \u201cDo you want to come down to the physiotherapy department now and start right away?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky took control of the wheelchair and spun it around expertly. Hutch wondered where he\u2019d learned that trick.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky tossed Hutch the keys to the car. \u201cOne tiny scratch and you\u2019ll need more than six hours massage buddy!\u201d He followed the redhead to the elevator. As the doors closed Hutch heard Starsky chuckle and say, \u201cthis is better than the last time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nSeven silver handcuffs<\/em><\/span><\/strong>
\n\u00a0Six hours of massage
\nFive gold cock rings
\nFour flavored condoms
\nThree big burritos
\nTwo Mars lights flashing
\nAnd a big kiss under the tree<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Seven Silver Handcuffs<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky slipped out of bed and looked at his partner sleeping. The words of the old Leonard Cohen song drifted through his mind\u2026\u201dyour hair upon the pillow like a sleeping golden stone.\u201d Well his lover certainly slept like a rock!<\/span><\/p>\n

He went into the kitchen and started the coffee. He set the oven to warm the bagels that he had brought home from the bakery the night before. He set a tray with butter and honey and blueberry jelly and padded into the living room. He carefully opened the drawer of his desk and took out the small package that he had so lovingly prepared a few days earlier when he had the place to himself. He looked at it with pride. It was wrapped in red paper and had an elegant gold cord around it. He put it on the tray alongside the coffee and bagels and plates and cups and carried it back to the bedroom.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a beautiful morning; he threw back the drapes eliciting a moan of despair from the sleeper.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on sleepy head; it’s Christmas and Santa seems to think you’ve been good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch opened one eye. \u201cHe wasn’t in here last night was he?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOnly us. But I’m one of his official little helpers and I reported back in your favor.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch sat up. \u201cIt was good wasn’t it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky dipped his finger in the honey and licked slowly it with half closed eyes; \u201cvery good.\u201d He slipped back under the covers and pulled the tray towards them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch focused on the tray and swore inwardly. He’d left Starsky’s gift over at his place \u2013 but on the other hand maybe that wasn’t too bad. He decided to find a way of luring his partner over to Venice later that day. It shouldn’t be too difficult to do.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky poured coffee and started to butter half a bagel. He spooned a little of the blueberry jelly onto it and held it out to his partner.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch went to take it and Starsky pulled his hand back smiling. \u201cOh I get it.\u201d Hutch grinned and he opened his mouth to be fed. Some of the jelly fell on his bare chest and Starsky leaned forward to lick it off.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon’t start now Starsk? We’ll spill the coffee!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His lover lifted his curly head and nodded solemnly. \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky prepared the other half of the bagel for himself dripping honey onto each bite with a spoon. They munched in silence and drank the whole pot of coffee.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAren’t you going to open it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour gift dummie, aren’t you going to open it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch blushed slightly and stammered; \u201cI- uh \u2013 I \u2013 uh\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust open it. Hey you can give me my voucher for a tree or whatever later.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch grinned. \u201cYou never forgave me for that one did you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo more than you forgave me for the ant colony!\u201d They laughed and Hutch ruffled Starsky’s wild curls. He gazed into the deep blue eyes that held so much mystery and yet spoke so eloquently when they had to. \u201cI love you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know. Now open the gift before I change my mind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch turned the little elegant package over in his hand; he shook it \u2013 but heard nothing to reveal its contents. Starsky grinned and encouraged him with a near-imperceptible movement of his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch carefully undid the cord bow and unfolded the paper, marveling at how his friend could make a package like this without using scotch tape. He always had to ask the sales assistants to wrap his gifts \u2013 and this time he hadn’t even had the chance to do that.<\/span><\/p>\n

The paper slid off to reveal the kind of leather box that jewelry comes in. He glanced at Starsky who was sitting sipping the dregs of his coffee and deadpanning.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch opened the box and whistled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsky it’s beautiful.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI designed it myself.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou did?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. I found this little silversmith workshop over in Santa Monica and they made it for me. If it’s not a good fit they can add to it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch tried it on. The bracelet made of seven tiny pairs of handcuffs fitted his wrist perfectly.<\/span><\/p>\n

He leaned over and kissed Starsky full and hard on the mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky returned the compliment and before they could stop themselves the empty coffee pot and the contents of the tray fell off the bed. By then the two lovers were oblivious to the mess.<\/span>\"\"<\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nEight scented candles<\/em><\/span><\/strong>
\n\u00a0Seven silver handcuffs
\nSix hours of massage
\nFive gold cock rings
\nFour flavored condoms
\nThree big burritos
\nTwo mars lights flashing
\nAnd a big kiss under the tree<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Eight Perfumed Candles<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch tried to keep the bracelet hidden under the cuff of his sleeve but Huggy noticed it anyway. He whistled. \u201cI knew you guys were close \u2013 but I didn’t know Curly had staked his claim.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch looked up and hoped he wasn’t blushing again. Huggy knew all about their relationship but all the same \u2013 was this bracelet so obvious a signal?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell Hutch only those in the know can know what it means. You being a cop and all most people will just think it’s another of your fads \u2013 like that thing round your neck. If I <\/em>didn’t know better I’d think it was a coke horn.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA what?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Huggy rolled his eyes. \u201cDon’t tell me you didn’t know what it was when you bought it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell no, I didn’t. I just liked it and it makes a change from the moon and star.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell Hutch, if you didn’t know it doesn’t matter.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch made a mental note to go back to the moon and stars.<\/span><\/p>\n

Huggy hadn’t finished. \u201cOf course some people might think that the bracelet meant something else.\u201d Hutch held his breath. Did he dare ask? He asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHandcuffs \u2013 a little tying down and getting on \u2013 if you see what I mean.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch shook his head.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky chuckled behind him. Hutch hadn’t heard his partner coming into the bar as quietly as a cat \u2013 and Huggy must have seen him. Huggy was having fun.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHuggy is talking about S&M,\u201d Starsky said softly. He turned his dark blue gaze onto the proud owner of The Pits and grinned. \u201cWe haven’t tried that\u2026yet<\/em>!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch swallowed hard. He wasn’t so sure about that last remark \u2013 Starsky could string him along in such a way that it was positively cruel \u2013 and he had to admit he enjoyed it all the same. He turned to Starsky. \u201cI’ve been waiting for you for an hour.\u201d He sounded peevish.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky touched his cheek. \u201cAbsence makes the heart grow fonder.\u201d He grinned. \u201cSorry, but I had to put the finishing touches to Dobey’s gift.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don’t even want to know,\u201d Huggy said and the three of them giggled at the memory of the toilet pan with a big red ribbon round it carefully displayed on Dobey’s desk.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was still figuring out a way of getting Starsky over to Venice Place \u2013 or escaping from him long enough to pick up the package. He settled on the stool and ordered another beer; Starsky sat beside him and ordered a coke \u201cwith plenty of ice Huggy please.\u201d He stroked Hutch’s wrist letting his fingers linger for a second on the bracelet. \u201cHow about seeing what games we can play tonight,\u201d he whispered while Huggy fetched clean glasses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

They drank in silence \u2013 each man thinking about what plans he had in store for his partner. The phone broke the silence. Huggy answered it. \u201cYes. Yes they’re here. Ok I’ll tell them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He came back to the bar. \u201cThat was Mildred \u2013 she’s been trying to get you on the radio; there’s a hold-up going down over on ninth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch stared at the front of the Torino for a second then shook his head. Starsky had already attached a large red nose to the grille and adorned the rearview with fake mistletoe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’m surprised you haven’t put tinsel round the steering wheel,\u201d he said grumpily.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey that’s not a bad idea\u2026will gold do, or maybe I can find some red.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsky!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think Doctor Seuss must have met you sometime \u2013 the original Grinch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan it Starsk!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky swallowed and fell silent for a few minutes. Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer. \u201cOK what’s the matter; did you fall out of bed on the wrong side or what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky pulled over to the curb and parked. The two cops crossed the road and Starsky walked into the bank. Hutch stayed outside checking his gun.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky walked quietly into the bank. The robbers were already at work; a man and a woman dressed in Santa outfits.<\/span><\/p>\n

While the woman was stuffing a bag of money into a false pregnancy hidden under her costume her accomplice was raking money into a duffel bag. They hadn’t heard the cop who was capable of moving as stealthily as a cat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky didn’t miss a beat. He put his finger to his lips to warn the others in the bank not to react and drew his gun. He slip-stepped up to Mrs. Claus and pushed the barrel of his Smith and Wesson into the small of her back. \u201cOh dear, it looks like baby came prematurely.\u201d He whispered in her ear. \u201cGo over to the door.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She walked carefully towards the door and Hutch stepped into the bank to grab her arm. Starsky was now right up close behind the other robber.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFunny,\u201d he said flatly, \u201cI thought that donations were supposed to be voluntary. Drop the sack and put your hands where I can see them.\u201d For a split second there was total silence in the bank, but suddenly the Santa turned and Starsky saw too late that he was holding a pistol. \u2018Santa’ turned and lunged at Starsky taking him off-balance. There was a brief struggle and at one point Starsky felt his arm twist underneath him. He managed to get the better of the situation and finally had his man under control. He pushed him out of the bank, reciting Miranda as he did so, and handed Mr. Claus over to join Mrs. Claus in the back of the waiting black and white.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was already handing Mrs. Claus over to the cops who had arrived in a Black and White. \u201cBook them; we’re supposed to be at a stake-out. I guess we’ll deal with the report later.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky pushed his prisoner into the back of the car and said “Ho ho ho!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The two cops stood and watched the Black and White as it disappeared round the block.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess we’d better go in and finish it off.\u201d Starsky said reluctantly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch watched the patrol car disappear round the block. \u201cI guess we should go in and finish it up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah.\u201d Starsky didn’t seem convinced. Hutch touched his arm. \u201cHey, are you ok?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI dunno; I guess I kind of twisted my arm when I was fighting Santa off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch saw his chance. . \u201cLet’s stay at my place tonight, OK?\u201d Starsky looked at him carefully. Hutch continued. \u201cYes, I mean it’s nearer, I’m thinking of your arm. I mean I could drive.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHutch, it hurts, \u2026 but it doesn’t hurt enough to let you drive my car. And staying over at your place sounds good \u2013 I could maybe soak in a hot bath.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That was somewhere towards what Hutch had in mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky parked in front of Venice Place and the two men climbed the stairs to Hutch’s apartment. Hutch opened a bottle of wine and handed a glass to Starsky. \u201cDrink that \u2013 I’ll go run you a bath.\u201d Starsky started to take off his jacket but winced and rubbed his shoulder ruefully. Hutch helped him to get out of jacket and holster and then led him to the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’ll be back to help you take the rest off in a minute.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes mom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch slipped into the bedroom and retrieved the still un-wrapped box from under his bed. Starsky seemed to be engrossed in the movie\u2026Judy Garland was singing and Starsky had kicked off his trainers and curled up on the couch with a big grin on his face.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch undressed and slipped his robe on. He checked that everything was in place and tested the bath water.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on Starsky \u2013 your bath is ready.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky stood up and winced again. \u201cI may need a little help getting out of my T-shirt.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think I can arrange that.\u201d Hutch smiled at him. He eased Starsky’s T-shirt up his chest and over his good arm; he slipped it down over the sore shoulder. \u201cStand up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky obeyed. Hutch unzipped the tight jeans and slid his fingers into the waistband of Starsky’s already straining underpants. He lowered both garments to the floor. As he did so he kissed Starsky on the lips. Starsky stepped out of his pants and allowed Hutch to guide him into the bathroom.<\/span><\/p>\n

He stopped and stared at the scene in front of him. The bathroom was lit by the golden glow of eight candles burning in frosted glasses; they had been arranged around the tub and on the edge of the sink. The soft smell of sandalwood mixed with the heady perfume of patchouli. He turned to Hutch who was shucking off his robe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHappy Christmas Starsk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nNine bathtub inches
\nEight scented candles
\nSeven silver handcuffs
\nSix hours of massage
\nFive gold cock rings
\nFour flavored condoms
\nThree big burritos
\nTwo Mars lights flashing
\nAnd a big kiss under the tree<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nine Bathtub Inches<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Starsky looked around the bathroom and sniffed the heady mix of sandalwood and patchouli. He smiled up into Hutch\u2019s eyes. \u201cOh my shoulder hurts,\u201d he said, his breath coming heavily.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch wrapped his arms around Starsky\u2019s waist and half lifted him into the bath tub. Hutch placed a sponge on the edge of the tub and eased Starsky back so that his shoulder was immersed in the water.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch waited for a while. \u201cFeeling better?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky settled into the deep hot water and sighed. It felt good. His sore muscles were already relaxing. \u201cMmm. How about giving me a massage?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMove forward a little.\u201d Starsky did as he was told and Hutch slipped into the tub behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n

He started to knead Starsky\u2019s shoulder, working his strong fingers into the sore and knotted muscle. Starsky groaned.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch continued to rub and stroke his partner\u2019s smooth skin. He never ceased to enjoy the feel of Starsky\u2019s unexpectedly silky skin. He kissed the nape of Starsky\u2019s neck at the line where the dark curls ended. Starsky shuddered and slightly.<\/span>
\n Hutch could feel his cock hardening. He continued to massage and kiss Starsky\u2019s shoulder. Starsky reached up with his good arm and touched Hutch\u2019s face. Hutch\u2019s erection grew a little more and Starsky could feel it pushing against his butt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey buddy; are you looking for something down there?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch drew his breath sharply.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky shifted his weight forward and Hutch found himself staring at his muscular back. The scars of an old injury on his shoulder seemed exaggerated by the heat of the water. Hutch kissed them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky looked over his shoulder. \u201cI\u2019m ready when you are.\u201d He leaned forward and grabbed the faucets to steady himself. Hutch stared at the vision before him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky\u2019s tight muscular buttocks were rising out of the water. He wriggled them seductively and giggled. \u201cWell?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch slipped the sponge under the water to protect his kneecaps. He knelt behind Starsky and slid his arms around his wonderfully hairy chest; Hutch ran his hands along Starsky\u2019s washboard-firm abdomen and pulled his partner back to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

His penis began to search the rosebud between Starsky\u2019s buttocks and pushed forward. Starsky moaned slightly and wriggled himself back against Hutch\u2019s pelvis. A dew-drop formed on the tip of Hutch\u2019s cock and he knew from experience that in a few seconds he would have enough moisture to lubricate his entry.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGo on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch pushed again and slipped into Starsky\u2019s waiting ass. He was rewarded with a gasp.<\/span><\/p>\n

He started to work his way deeper into Starsky and continued to caress the soft silky chest curls as he did. Starsky began to arch against him. Hutch plunged deeper and found his goal. His dick was throbbing as he pumped and Starsky writhed with pleasure. \u201cHutch, I\u2019m coming\u2026hang on in there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHutch felt his own orgasm begin to explode through his penis. He pushed one more and hit his target. Starsky gasped as he came and felt Hutch\u2019s hot flood fill him at the same time.<\/span><\/p>\n

They were locked together in ecstasy, rocking and moaning in perfect harmony. Hutch started to with draw and Starsky relaxed his grip on the faucets.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019s your shoulder?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat shoulder?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess it\u2019s better then.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWanna go to bed?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBeats sleeping in the bath tub.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They laughed and Hutch pulled the plug. They climbed out of the tub and watched the last nine inches of water and semen disappearing down the drain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nTen minutes in the shower
\nNine bathtub inches
\nEight scented candles
\nSeven silver handcuffs
\nSix hours of massage<\/em><\/span><\/strong>
\n Five gold cock rings
\nFour flavored condoms
\nThree big burritos
\nTwo mars lights flashing
\nAnd a big kiss under the tree<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ten Minutes in the Shower<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cAw shit, aw shit, aw shit\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch sat in the locker room and listened to his partner cursing and swearing as he struggled out of his filthy clothes and dealt with the mess. Much to Hutch\u2019s relief Starsky had toned it down from his original outbursts. They had been working together for years now but Starsky could still shock Hutch with the strings of obscenities he came out with when he was angry or frustrated; and today\u2019s accident had provoked some of his worst outbursts.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSHI-I-I-T!!!!!!!!!!!!!\u201d Starsky\u2019s anger filled the place.<\/span><\/p>\n

A couple of other cops came into the locker room; they sniffed the foul air and looked at Hutch in disgust.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey I didn\u2019t\u2026you don\u2019t think\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t need to say anything more; Starsky\u2019s filthy windcheater flew out of the shower stall followed by a new stream of foul oaths.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenkins used his nightstick to lift the malodorous jacket. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch shook his head slowly. \u201cHe fell.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky\u2019s jeans and T-shirt came flying out \u2013 Parsons took the T-shirt full in the face. He made the mistake of breathing, screwed up his nose, gagged and ran to the toilets.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDamn it. Shit!\u201d Starsky\u2019s anger was echoing round the locker room and more officers were arriving to hear the show.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two Adidas trainers and a pair of socks sailed through the air. One of the cops kicked a shoe and stared at it. \u201cI thought they were blue.\u201d He said as he kicked the thing away holding his nose as he did.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey are.\u201d Hutch said carefully. At least, they are blue underneath all that stuff.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeech. What is this stuff anyway?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou want the official name?\u201d Hutch grinned. \u201cOfficially it\u2019s final product mud.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFinal product what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAw shit.\u201d Starsky\u2019s anger was almost peaked out now. The sound of water rushing from the shower drowned out anything he might have to add.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch grinned again. \u201cLike the man said. He fell into it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe fell into it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes. We were chasing a couple of kids who tried to rip off his hubcaps while we were chatting with an informant over by the waste purification facility. Starsky took off after them like a bat out of hell. You know how fast he can be when he really needs to. So off he went and the kids went up to the facility and Starsky went after them. One of the kids turned around to taunt him and Starsky threw a tackle worthy of a Super Bowl final and the kid sidestepped; which was when I realized what the little mound the kid was standing near was hiding. Starsky flew\u2026straight into it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPhew!\u201d Jenkins said. \u201cIt must have been hell in the car with him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell we had both cars with us so\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLucky for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou said it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch started to gather up Starsky\u2019s disgusting clothes and shove them into a big plastic sack that he\u2019d found in the janitor\u2019s closet. He opened Starsky\u2019s locker and took out the spare clothes that his partner kept in case of emergencies. This sure was an emergency.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch sat and waited. He looked at the clock. Five minutes. Starsky was still cursing under the water. Hutch leaned back and closed his eyes. A vision of his filth-covered partner flashed through his mind. \u201cThere but for the grace of god, Hutchinson \u2013 for once you let him take off first,\u201d he thought.<\/span><\/p>\n

It seemed like hours; Hutch waited patiently.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ten minutes later Starsky emerged; his skin was pink and glowing as if he had scrubbed himself clean; his curly hair was beginning to spring back from being plastered against his skull. He grabbed the towel that Hutch was holding and started to towel himself dry. He glowered and started to dress in the spare clothes. He looked into the bottom of the locker to find spare shoes. He leaned down to retrieve his spare footwear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch looked over to where Starsky was standing holding the only pair of shoes in his locker \u2013 patent leather dancing shoes!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAw shit<\/em>!\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nEleven candy kisses
\nTen minutes in the shower
\nNine bathtub inches
\nEight scented candles
\nSeven silver handcuffs
\nSix hours of massage
\nFive gold cock rings
\nFour flavored condoms
\nThree big burritos
\nTwo Mars lights flashing
\nAnd a big kiss under the tree<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Eleven Candy Kisses<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s like a treasure trail. Each time you find one you get a clue.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch looked at the note written in Starsky\u2019s strange left-handed scrawl; he dropped the envelope onto the desk.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEach time you find one.\u201d He read aloud. \u201cEach time I find what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He was about to throw the envelope away when a piece of red foil fluttered to the ground. Memories of childhood visits to the candy store with Amy came back to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

As a child, Hutch had spent more time with Amy than with his own mother. Mom was too busy running toy drives for deprived children or one of her other good causes to notice the loneliness of her own little boy. But Amy, the housekeeper, saw it and understood. She took the child for treats. His favorite treat was a visit to the candy store; the outings had the thrill of a visit to a forbidden realm because his parents disapproved of him eating too many sweet things. His mother spoke of the danger that sugar would do to his teeth; his father only allowed candy when Ken deserved it\u2026and in his opinion that was not very often. Little Ken had suffered the miseries of braces for years (although as Amy said, his teeth were straight enough); it was all part of the perfection thing. Hutch tried to shake it off but the traces were always there. It was his obsession with perfection \u2013 trying to please his demanding father\u2019s standards; terrified of failing \u2013 that provoked his guilt trips. If ever something happened to Starsky, he blamed himself. His partner teased him gently about it. \u201cHey, was it your fault that I fell off my bike when I was ten?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The piece of foil was wrapper from a Candy Kiss. He caught sight of the writing on the back of the message card. \u201cI already ate the first one. S.xxx\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch set off on is quest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re my White Knight; you know that, Blondie?\u201d Starsky had said it when they finally got him to the hospital after he was shot in the Italian restaurant. Hutch had taken it to heart, of course; vowing to protect his buddy at all times.<\/span><\/p>\n

OK Hutchinson; time for the White Knight to go search his Holy Grail.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Out in the corridor he noticed another candy wrapper and another note card. \u201cI\u2019m two up on you now. S.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The third wrapper was on the passenger seat of his car. \u201cThree. See you back at the apartment.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

At least Hutch knew where he had to look. He drove home wondering what Starsky might have in store for him. The Torino was nowhere in sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

The fourth wrapper was stuck to the door handle. \u201cGetting warmer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He opened the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky had put something in the oven and Hutch sniffed the air. He smelled the tempting aromas of friend onions and garlic and browned meat. There was another wrapper on the counter. \u201cI just ate one more. The rest are for you if you can find them. Don\u2019t look in the oven, it needs to cook long and slow. S.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Knowing Starsky, whatever was in the pot wasn\u2019t the only thing likely to be cooking slowly that night.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch noticed the candy by the couch.\u00a0 He picked it up and read the note beside it. \u201cThis one\u2019s fudge. I know your favorite flavors. S.\u201d Hutch popped it in his mouth and savored the memory of Amy\u2019s wonderful home-made fudge that was her Christmas treat for him. He looked around the silent apartment. Where is he?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Then he understood. He just had to follow the trail. He took off his jacket and holster and started to look for the next candy. The sixth candy was on the low table next to a glass of wine. \u201cCheers. Ready when you are. S\u201d Hutch ate the candy and picked up the glass. He sipped as he scanned the room looking for the next clue. It took him a while, but then he spotted it on the floor, in front of the bedroom door. The note said \u201cKnock before entering. S.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch knocked gently on the door. He heard a scuffling sound and then Starsky\u2019s muffled voice called \u201cCome on in lover.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He opened the door. The room was bathed in the glow of candlelight. The eighth candy was on the pillow. \u201cGet undressed. S.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Munching the caramel centered candy, Hutch slipped into the bathroom to pee then returned to the bedroom and undressed; he was sure that Starsky was watching him and that gave him an extra thrill; when he turned to the bed again he noticed another candy on the pillow. \u201cTurn the light out. S.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch lay on the bed and turned out the light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave yourself a very merry Christmas\u2026\u201d Judy Garland\u2019s voice filled the apartment.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Christmas tree in the middle of the living room gave the only light; Starsky had dimmed all the lights while Hutch was in the bathroom. On silent bare feet, Starsky came into the bedroom. His eyes were already accustomed to the darkness and he stopped to look at his lover stretched out on the bed. He smiled and walked across the room. Hutch felt Starsky\u2019s weight on the bed. He started to turn to his partner but Starsky touched him gently on the arm and said, \u201cSshhh, don\u2019t move.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch lay still and waited. His heart was beating against his ribs and he felt as if it would burst out of its cage of Starsky didn\u2019t make his move. Soft lips brushed his face. Starsky took his lower lip between his teeth and sucked gently. Hutch\u2019s hormones started sending alarm signals to his crotch. Starsky ran his fingers down Hutch\u2019s chest; playing his ribs like the keys of a piano. Hutch groaned. He opened his mouth to protest and Starsky popped the tenth candy into it. \u201cBite the bullet, babe.\u201d He said softly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch chewed the candy and tried desperately not to think of what Starsky was going to do next. His spine seemed to go into spasm as Starsky started to gently knead and caress his balls. \u201cOh god, Starsky\u2026I can\u2019t hold on much more.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSshh.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was fully engorged now. His cock was standing to attention awaiting its master\u2019s orders; and its master was far from ready to allow it to fire. Starsky ran his fingers along the underside of the little soldier. \u201cMy, my, we are<\/em> excited.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsky\u2026please…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky took Hutch into his mouth. He was sucking gently; exerting enough pressure to make Hutch scream in desperation. Starsky\u2019s tongue played with the highly sensitive and over-stimulated tip of Hutch\u2019s cock. He pulled of his usual trick of pushing back the foreskin with his tongue and licking the exposed tip. Hutch couldn\u2019t hold it back any longer. His whole being was surging through his cock.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStaaaarsk!\u201d He came in a flood and Starsky withdrew his mouth in time to catch the full force in his hand. He raised his cupped hand to his lips and sipped. \u201cNectar, the drink of the gods.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He held his hand to Hutch\u2019s lips. Hutch took a little and grinned. \u201cThat\u2019s the first time I\u2019ve tasted my own cum.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a first time for everything lover. Do you remember the first time you had a candy kiss?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh yes…I remember it was a strawberry cream.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He heard a rustle of paper and Starsky lowered his face to meet Hutch\u2019s upturned gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

He held the last candy between his lips into contact with Hutch\u2019s mouth once again. Hutch started to take the candy and Starsky bit it in half as he did. He locked his mouth onto Hutch\u2019s and they kissed a long, strawberry chocolate flavored kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsky?\u201d Hutch opened his eyes to see that it was two a.m.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMmm?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever you put in the oven; won\u2019t it be burned?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it\u2019s best cooked overnight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh; long and slow. Just like you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right. Now go back to sleep or you won\u2019 get any candy tomorrow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch rolled over and dreamed sweet erotic dreams of the candy kisses he was going to give Starsky.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
\nA great time under the tree
\nAnd if you want to know
\nWhat I gave him
\nYou\u2019ll just have to wait and see<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

And a Great Time Under the Tree<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch opened the door and was immediately struck by the sweet smell of Christmas that hung in the apartment. Starsky was standing at the stove stirring a pot and Hutch walked up behind him. He put his arms around Starsky\u2019s waist and kissed the nape of his neck, nuzzling his nose in the soft curls.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSmells good,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d Starsky went on stirring. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you go and slip into something more comfortable then come back and relax.\u201d Hutch noted that his partner was already dressed in sweatpants and a soft T-shirt that outlined his perfect torso. Hutch patted the firm round butt in front of him and said, \u201cBe right back\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch stripped and showered and dressed in his dark green sweat-suit; he didn\u2019t bother with a T-shirt and he left the zipper of the jacket undone. He walked back into the living room and admired the Christmas tree. He had to admit that Starsky decorated the tree better than he ever could. It was covered in red and gold balls and thick red and gold tinsel swathed it. Hutch looked up at the top of the tree and chuckled. Starsky strikes again<\/em>. Instead of a star or an angel there were two action man dolls; one was wearing a tiny replica of Starsky\u2019s Mexican sweater jacket and the other had a tan leather jacket, both wore jeans. They were locked in an embrace at the top of the tree.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSit down, I\u2019m nearly ready,\u201d Starsky called from the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch made himself comfortable on one of the big cushions that Starsky had arranged in front of the low table.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky came into the room; he placed a tray with two wine glasses and a few plates of appetizers on the table. Hutch reached for a few potato chips and waited. Starsky returned with the pot that he\u2019d been stirring and Hutch inhaled the sweet aroma of wine and nutmeg and oranges, cinnamon and cloves. Starsky ladled some of the mulled wine into each glass and returned the pot to the stove to stay warm.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky settled on a cushion next to Hutch and clinked glasses. \u201cHere\u2019s to us, may our days be merry and bright\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHere\u2019s to us.\u201d Hutch sipped the warm wine and raised an eyebrow. \u201cIt\u2019s good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky sipped from his glass then twined his arm around Hutch\u2019s forcing his lover to drink out of the other glass. \u201cI always wanted to do that with you. But\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re such a klutz I thought I\u2019d end up with wine all over my pants.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch sipped neatly from Starsky\u2019s glass and looked up over the rim into the deep blue eyes. \u201cYou\u2019d only have wanted me to lick it up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMmmmm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They continued to drink their wine and Starsky wandered into the kitchen to refill their glasses. The appetizers soon disappeared.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky reached over and pulled Hutch towards him; he kissed him carefully.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch put his glass on the table and took Starsky in his arms. He ran his hands up under the T-shirt and stroked Starsky\u2019s chest hairs. Starsky leaned back onto his lap and purred like a contented cat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch could feel his cock hardening under Starsky\u2019s perfect butt. He lifted the T-shirt and Starsky put up no resistance when Hutch drew it over his head and dropped it on the floor. He pulled Starsky back into his arms and enjoyed the feeling of his soft warm skin against his own bare chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch kissed Starsky\u2019s shoulder again and his lover turned slightly to look him in the eye.<\/span>
\n His gaze said everything.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch let his hands wander further down Starsky\u2019s body and he slipped his fingers under the elastic of the waistband of his cotton sweatpants. Starsky wasn\u2019t wearing underwear and Hutch felt the heat of his cock as he touched his lower curls. Starsky moaned and squirmed slightly. Hutch eased the sweatpants down Starsky\u2019s legs and held his balls in his hands. He kneaded gently and was quickly rewarded by the sight of Starsky\u2019s beautiful dark penis rising up to greet him. He stroked the underside with his finger and Starsky trembled slightly and moaned. Hutch kissed his neck again. Starsky shifted his weight slightly and Hutch knew that he was offering himself. Hutch struggled to release his own hardening cock from its cotton cage. Starsky remained quiet in his arms; submissive and warm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAren\u2019t you going to help me a little?\u201d Hutch whispered hoarsely.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky turned and rewarded him with a big lopsided smile. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch started to stroke Starsky\u2019s buttocks and work his hands towards the slit between them. He searched for something to provide a little lubrication and reached out to dip his finger in the remains of his wine. Starsky grabbed his wrist and took the finger into his mouth. He licked and sucked at Hutch\u2019s finger in a perfect echo of his usual ministrations to Hutch\u2019s cock. Hutch didn\u2019t need anything else. He felt the first dewdrops of pre-cum escape from his throbbing cock. He withdrew his finger from Starsky\u2019s mouth and gently inserted into the tight warm hole. Starsky wriggled his butt and sighed. \u201cYou can do better than that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch withdrew his finger and pulled Starsky back down towards him. He parted Starsky\u2019s strong muscular buttocks and eased his cock in to replace his finger. The finger had done the trick, relaxing Starsky\u2019s tight anal sphincter enough for Hutch to enter without causing pain. He pushed gently and was rewarded with a backward thrust of Starsky\u2019s pelvis. Hutch took Starsky\u2019s cock in his hand and began to echo the rhythm of his puling cock. He stroked the exposed tip of Starsky penis with his finger and pressed the sensitive tip gently \u2013 like pressing a button \u2013 or pulling a trigger.<\/span><\/p>\n

As his finger found Starsky\u2019s, his own cock made contact with his prostate. Hutch pushed once more and felt his semen rushing up to fill Starsky with his love. As he fired on all barrels so did Starsky and Hutch\u2019s hand was filled with the warm sticky liquid.<\/span><\/p>\n

They rolled over together and the tree shuddered dangerously. Starsky smiled. \u201cGood thing I didn\u2019t put candles on it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch licked his hand then held it out to his partner who bent his head to lap the cum from between his fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI love you Dave Starsky.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI love you Ken Hutchinson.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know that song you like?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJudy Garland\u2026.it kind of gets it right doesn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky grinned. \u201cOh what you mean that line about ‘make the Yuletide gay\u2026.’\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They rolled over in one another\u2019s arms and locked lips again in a long, long kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n

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