“Merry Christmas, Hutch.”
My lover, my partner, my best friend in the whole world opens his sky blue eyes and looks at me. A smile blossoms on his beautiful face. “Right back atcha, babe.”
I get lost in those eyes, again. I can’t seem to convince myself it’s real, that he’s here, in my apartment, in my bed. In my heart and soul. He’s been my other half for years but now, with the advent of our love, he’s become my life. And I’m so incredibly happy I can’t get over how full and complete I feel all the time. I seem to need feedback though.
“Are you happy, Hutch?”
The gorgeous ocean-deep eyes widen a little. “Don’t I look happy?”
I can’t resist a smirk. “You look sated.”
He playfully punches my arm, then snuggles against my chest. “The credit for that is entirely yours.” He runs his long fingers through my chest hair, an activity he apparently enjoys and which makes me shiver. He knows how much I love it so he slows his ministrations, purring sexily deep in his throat.
“But that’s not what I asked,” I say, doing my best to keep my voice level and my libido unaffected by what he’s doing . “Are you happy?”
Hutch draws back and looks at me, perplexity now in his expression. He sits up and pulls the covers around his shoulders; it’s a little chilly this morning. Even in sunny Southern California, late December can be coolish. “Why so serious, partner?” he asks.
I sit up against the headboard, pulling the Torino Red With Blinding White Border feather-soft afghan he gave me last night around me. I gather him back in my arms and wrap him in the comfort, too. “It’s our first Christmas together and…”
He tilts his head up and kisses me lightly. “You mean together, together.”
I blush. I can’t help it. This phase of our relationship is still so new, and so different, I have a hard time thinking about it, much less talking about it. “Well, yeah,” I admit.
“And it’s got you spooked?” he asks, in all seriousness.
“No!” I say immediately. I can’t let him get the wrong idea. I’m going about this badly, never had a talent with words. Not like Hutch. He can say anything, anytime. Me? I’m always fumble-tongued. “No, Hutch, it’s not that at all.” He waits patiently. I pull him tighter against me and stroke his lean, muscled back. God, I love touching him.
I try to get my thoughts arranged and make another attempt. “It’s just that, after Gunther, I thought I might never be truly happy again. But less than a year later I am so incredibly happy, I need to know you are, too.” I shrug an apology because that was a really silly, stupid thing to say. “Not just goin’ along with this whole lovers thing because it was my idea and you don’t want to hurt my feelings.”
Hutch sits up, pulling the blankets up around his shoulders. He stares at me, his expression intense but kind. “As I recall, Mr. Starsky,” he begins, softly, “I was the one who kissed you the first time. It was my idea.”
“Yeah, but…”
He puts the fingers of his right hand over my lips and stops my response. “I kissed you, Starsk.” He smiles beatifically. “Remember?”
I grin under his fingers and draw them into my mouth. He gasps a little but leaves them there. I suck and lave and nibble, watching his eyes go fuzzy and his breathing deepen. Oh, my Hutch, you’re such a joy to love.
I mumble around his long, strong digits. “You only kissed me because I’d been wanting you to. Trying to get you to read my mind.”
Gently, he retrieves his hand, putting the wet fingers in his own mouth and tasting me. Then he moves the hand under the covers and finds my cock. He had to have known I was already hard, even though the covers up around both our shoulders concealed the evidence.
“Starsky,” he says, his voice husky with need, “if I was any happier, neither of us could stand being around me.”
“I guess I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then,” I say, my voice matching his desire.
He pulls me to him, smothering my uncertainties with his love.
“Merry Christmas, Starsk.”
Oh, that was so sweet and loving and happy, what a wonderful thing to wake up to! <3
Thanks so much, Calliatra. I’m really glad you enjoyed it. I sure loved writing it! I hope people check out the offering, even though it’s titled incorrectly. (Knowing what the Elves are going through to get this wonderful calendar up, I’m not complaining.) ‘Sweet and loving and happy,’ that’s exactly what I was trying for; very glad it came through for you. I really appreciate your writing to let me know. Enjoy the rest of your day.
You are on a roll, Pat! Very warm and loving. I love the gentleness in the unfolding of this next step they have taken. It is always been my head canon that it would be this way. Your writing has really taken on an easy flow, too. Wonderful story to wake up to.
Thanks so much, Susan. “Wonderful story to wake up to.” What a sweet thing to say, I’ll cherish those words. I could have submitted this to the 911 Twenty Minute Challenge, it wrote itself that quickly and easily. I ‘saw’ them in bed Christmas morning and ‘heard’ them talking. I’m really glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for letting me know and for those very kind words.
“The advent of our love.” Nice! And I want one of those afghans!
I didn’t even know I was going to submit the story for the calendar when I wrote that, Spencer. Serendipity I guess. Thanks so much for reading, and then for letting me know you enjoyed it. I loved writing it! If I find a source for the afghans, I’ll be sure to let you know
Ah! Sweetness and love 🙂 Post-SR bliss!
Hey- Where did Hutch get the red and white afghan?
Thanks, Sammy, I’m really glad you enjoyed it. Spencer wanted one of the afghans, too. Maybe I’ll get my friend, who makes quilts, to sew up a few
‘Post-SR bliss,’ what a lovely thing to say. Makes me warm all over. Thank You!
I love kind and gentle Hutch, especially when it’s directed at Starsk. This got a real, “Awww” from me. 🙂
I’m really glad you enjoyed it, Ellen; thanks so much for letting me know. I treasure every comment. I love ‘kind and gentle Hutch,’ too. I’m thrilled with the “Awww,” can’t thank you enough.
Very romantic and sweet.
I owe it all to you, Dawn. Thanks so very much for your patience and encouragement. And thanks, today, for these kind words. I’m grateful.
Aw…so beautiful – full of love – and HOT too!!!
I love it!!!
;D
Thanks so much, Bee. I just love all the triple exclamation marks. They make me smile. This little story came to me full blown as the phrase goes and no pun intended: I could see them and hear every word. All I had to do was type it. I’m really glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for writing and letting me know.
Thanks for sharing this warm, cozy Christmas story. That blanket was the perfect gift!
I guess I will have to ask my friend, Janet, to make at least one of the afghans now. Maybe, if there’s a SHareCon in ’16 I’ll bring it and donate it to the raffle (is there a raffle?) It sounded good when I wrote it and, the more I think about it, I know it would just plain feel all warm and cozy and… ‘them’! Thanks for taking the time to read, Marian, and then for letting me know you enjoyed it. I appreciate it so much!
Oh, Mushy-Happy Sighs…. I ADORED every word of your story, Pat! Your writing makes me melt. This was a wonderful, cuddlesome, smoldering, sweet, loving story.
I like how you write them being together-together.
Forever.
Starsky being shy and feeling awkward and Hutch so tender and reassuring. Starsky would need reassurance after that life-altering shooting.
I like how you wrote them triumphing over that adversity.
Loved the wreath on the bed too! Those photos of Paul and David shot on brass beds are two of my favorite pics of them. I found your choice of holiday photo evocative.
Ursula Angstrom
Oh, thank you, Ursula. I wasn’t sure you’d have time to be reading today. I sincerely hope you’ve worked through your lj posting difficulties. I saw where Sam and Spencer were offering advice so I stayed out of it. I’m no good at that kind of thing anyway.
Thanks so much for reading this short piece of mine; I ADORED writing it and I cherish every one of your wonderful words. You read everything in it I was hoping to convey. The wreath though was contributed by Flamingo, or one of her elves, as are all the snapshots in the stories, I guess. They add so much, I just can’t give enough credit or thanks to them for all their efforts. The three they inserted in my drabbles (Day #3) make the entire piece work, I think. Thanks again! I’m thrilled with your comment.
Those sweet boys! They will have many wonderful Christmas’s ahead!
You just know they will, DG. Thanks so much for reading this one, and then for your kind words.
Such a sweet and loving story, so heartwarming. You are really on a roll, Pat! You really captured their voices and spirits with this one. Loved it!!! Thanks so much for sharing. And great job on the photos – thanks, elves!
You’ve made my whole day, Laura; just to know you’ve enjoyed my first two stories puts a smile on my face I won’t be able to wipe off for a while. I’m thrilled that you think I “captured their voices and spirits with this one” and followed it with three exclamation points. You are exceedingly welcome. THANK YOU!!!
Lovely. Sweet, sexy, hot and cute. Thank you for this ‘curled up on the sofa’ Sunday afternoon treat.
Oh, thank you, WF, I’m so glad you had a chance to read it, and enjoyed it. I check back on my stories every day just so that I don’t miss thanking anyone who is kind enough to write. A ‘curled up on the sofa’ Sunday afternoon treat,’ what a lovely thing to say. And I thank you for all the wonderful stories you’ve gifted to fandom (haven’t read today’s calendar treat yet; looking forward to it!) Thanks again for writing to let me know you found this one to your liking.
This is so romantic and beautiful. And the thought of Hutch calling his partner “Mr. Starsky” love that. 🙂
Thanks so much, CK. I’m glad I keep checking back and found your lovely comment. I thought about his using “detective Starsky,” but, somehow, “mister” seemed better. Glad you agree. Thanks very much for reading and then for letting me know you enjoyed it. That means a great deal to me!
Pay, I very much enjoyed this. So sweet and so them. Thank you so much for sharing your talents.
Sorry for the late posting. I finally got some days off in a row and get to run through all the days I missed.
You’re more than welcome, Nan. I’m so glad you’re finally getting a chance to read the postings on this wonderful calendar! Thanks so much for reading mine and then writing to let me know you enjoyed it. I hope you check back and find my gratitude!