{"id":68,"date":"2015-12-06T06:16:13","date_gmt":"2015-12-06T06:16:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2015\/calendar\/?p=68"},"modified":"2015-12-06T06:16:13","modified_gmt":"2015-12-06T06:16:13","slug":"december-6th-merry-christmas-by-d-p-patricks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2015\/calendar\/?p=68","title":{"rendered":"December 6th- Merry Christmas by D.P. Patricks"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Merry Christmas, Hutch.”<\/p>\n

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.”<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

“Are you happy, Hutch?”<\/p>\n

The gorgeous ocean-deep eyes widen a little. “Don’t I look happy?”<\/p>\n

I can’t resist a smirk. “You look sated.”<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

“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?”<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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\u2026”<\/p>\n

He tilts his head up and kisses me lightly. “You mean together, together.”<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

“And it’s got you spooked?” he asks, in all seriousness.<\/p>\n

“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.<\/p>\n

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.”<\/p>\n

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.”<\/p>\n

“Yeah, but\u2026”<\/p>\n

He puts the fingers of his right hand over my lips and stops my response. “I kissed you, Starsk.” He smiles beatifically. “Remember?”<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.”<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

“Starsky,” he says, his voice husky with need, “if I was any happier, neither of us could stand being around me.”<\/p>\n

“I guess I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then,” I say, my voice matching his desire.<\/p>\n

He pulls me to him, smothering my uncertainties with his love.<\/p>\n

“Merry Christmas, Starsk.”<\/p>\n

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