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Hutch was a captive man.<\/span><\/p>\n And it felt really, really good.<\/span><\/p>\n He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Next to him, Starsky slept the sleep of the innocent. Well, not so innocent, was he? Hutch was grinning like a fool. He wasn’t innocent either but, man, he was completely and utterly happy.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n Hutch felt fantastic. For another thirty seconds that is, until reason intruded. What if Starsky didn’t want what he wanted? What if Starsky was happy with a \u201cwham, bam\u201d and after smacking Hutch’s ass, sauntered off for a double bean burrito and a blow job from Candy or Marilyn or, or… Whomever!<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky wiggled in his sleep. His arm possessively circled Hutch’s chest. If Hutch closed his eyes, he could feel the hairs on Starsky’s arm tickling his nipples. His cock twitched at the idea of Starsky tickling his nipples.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDown, boy,\u201d he muttered, returning to his musings. \u201cYou have things to consider other than that!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky’s right leg was tossed over his. Starsky wasn’t a light-weight and his thigh weighed heavily on Hutch’s. Hutch didn’t care. He didn’t care that they were both sweating wherever their skin touched: along flanks and legs and oh, yeah, his shoulder. Starsky’s nose was buried in his neck and each breath was warm against his skin. He was sweating there as well. Starsky was probably drooling on him, too.<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch did not care. Having Starsky plastered against him, smelling of sweat and sex, was peachy with him. He grinned again.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cStop it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The sleepy voice speaking to him made him start. Hutch looked down, meeting his partner’s (his lover’s!) piercing gaze. Starsky could drill holes with those eyeballs. They were blue, sure, but the intensity that he could convey when he stared or glared was daunting.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cStop what?\u201d Hutch asked innocently.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThinkin’ so much. You woke me up with all that noise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch laughed aloud. \u201cYou are a mush brain.\u201d He ran his free hand across Starsky’s curls. Needed a shampoo. Maybe they’d–<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThere ya go again,\u201d Starsky said, lifting himself up onto his elbows, but not before he jammed one into Hutch’s side. Hutch let out a grunt. \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch rubbed the sore spot. \u201cI’m thinking good stuff!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cPromise?\u201d Starsky kept his attention fully on Hutch.<\/span><\/p>\n As he studied Hutch’s face, Hutch realized he must be searching for any sort of negative reaction. Anything… a twitchy eyebrow or nervous swallowing or fidgeting. He would not be getting any satisfaction from Hutch in that regard. Hutch knew that as well as he knew he loved his man with all his heart and soul. And body, too, now.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou want breakfast?\u201d Hutch offered.<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky waited for a beat before he visibly relaxed. \u201cYeah. You cooking?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIf you’re eating, I’m cooking. I have a fresh box of Bisquick waiting to be turned into pancakes.\u201d Hutch waggled his eyebrows.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cReally?\u201d Starsky launched himself off the bed. \u201cI could murder a stack a’ pancakes. Got any syrup?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYour favorite,\u201d Hutch said, sliding off the bed. He almost–almost–covered his cock with his hand but forced himself to be casual. He pulled his robe from a hook on the door and began to put it on… casually, of course.<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky was around the bed in a flash. He had one arm around Hutch’s waist and another cupping his balls before Hutch could move.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou’re mine now, Hutchinson.\u201d Starsky pulled Hutch close, mashing their mouths together. He drove his tongue between Hutch’s lips, kissing him fiercely. All the while, he rolled Hutch’s balls in his hand. Hutch’s knees went weak. His cock hardened. His head swam. He clutched at Starsky’s upper arms.<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky spun Hutch around and pushed him back onto the bed. \u201cNow get to cooking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cJesus, you’re pushy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky laughed, hands on hips, body on display. The man was utterly gorgeous!<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI can be pushier if you want.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh, crap,\u201d Hutch whispered. He looked up at Starsky, the man he loved. \u201cWhen?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky laughed deeply. \u201cAfter breakfast? We don’t gotta report in for another twelve hours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSounds good to me… Lieutenant Starsky.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLieutenant. I like that sound of that!\u201d Starsky puffed out his chest. \u201cWe did it, partner.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch smiled, reaching out. Starsky didn’t hesitate. He slid his fingers through Hutch’s. \u201cMore money, too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky grinned. \u201cLove ya, Hutch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMe, too,\u201d Hutch said, afraid he’d cry like a baby if he said more. Later on, he’d say more.<\/span><\/p>\n —————————————–<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cPancakes were great, Hutch. Thanks.\u201d Starsky belched, grinned, and finished his coffee.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou’re welcome. You get to do the dishes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSeems only fair.\u201d Starsky pushed away from the table.<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch watched him as he cleared the dirty dishes and began to run hot water. His hair was freshly washed and curled wildly. He had on one of Hutch’s t-shirts and far too long jogging pants. No skivvies, which was good because Hutch could watch the play of Starsky’s firm buttocks under the thin jersey. Starsky was a beautiful man. He’d never get tired of thinking it (and maybe saying it one of these days?).<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSo…\u201d Hutch said.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSo?\u201d Starsky asked over his shoulder, elbows deep in suds.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cGround rules?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cReally? We’re having rules?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch knew he was blushing. \u201cListen, Starsk. This, us, is important to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHey, you don’t think it’s important to me, too?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThat’s not what I mean.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSo what do you want?\u201d Starsky asked, his tone wary. \u201cBecause I ain’t playing second fiddle. You dig, as Huggy would say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d Hutch stared at his partner. \u201cYou want….\u201d He was terrified. He was afraid to put words into Starsky’s mouth yet he didn’t want to hear anything that didn’t fit with his own desires, his own passions. There were things he needed to tell Starsky. Words that he longed to say himself.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHutch.\u201d Starsky turned, dripping water onto the linoleum. \u201cJust tell me what ya want. I won’t bite. Well, unless you ask nice.\u201d He gave Hutch a lecherous grin.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cStop it!\u201d Hutch rose so quickly he toppled the chair over. \u201cJust stop! I can’t do this!\u201d He headed for the bedroom, Starsky on his heels.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHey!\u201d Starsky grabbed his arm and spun him around. \u201cHow long have we known each other? You can’t talk to me now because we made love? What gives?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch stared into Starsky’s angry eyes. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHuh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe made love?\u201d Hutch stammered. His heart was pounding. Maybe, just maybe it wasn’t a one night stand or that disgusting term he’d heard before: fuck buddies.<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky was quiet for a moment before he asked, \u201cWhat do you call what we did?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch moved closer to Starsky, wrapped his hands around Starsky’s biceps. \u201cI call it making love. I’m glad you do, too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOkay.\u201d Starsky tipped his head. \u201cAnd I repeat, what gives? Are we setting those rules? Maybe a rule like… exclusive.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch stared, dumbfounded. All of his dreams had come true with one word and he couldn’t think of a thing to say.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou don’t want that?\u201d Starsky asked warily. \u201cJust you and me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo! Yes! I want it!\u201d Hutch shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHey, I’m right here. No need to yell.\u201d Starsky grinned.<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky had such a beautiful smile.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI love you,\u201d Hutch said.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI love you, too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo, I mean I really love you.\u201d Hutch rubbed his palms up and down Starsky’s upper arms.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI know what ya mean. I mean it, too.\u201d Starsky tweaked Hutch’s nose.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSee? Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes. Incredibly hard.\u201d Hutch grinned, unable to keep the happiness from spilling out.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI do have one rule though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOkay,\u201d Hutch said slowly.<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky waved his finger in Hutch’s face. \u201cWhen I got my cock buried in that fine ass of yours and you’re coming all over the sheets, if you ever, ever call out ‘Dave!’ I’m leaving you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch stared at Starsky for a good ten seconds before he burst out laughing. \u201cWhen have I ever called you Dave?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky shrugged. \u201cAnd I ain’t calling you Ken in our most intimate moments either. You can call me honey or baby or sweetie pie. Just not Dave. It’s too creepy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch grabbed Starsky and lifted him from the ground. He kissed him once and dropped him onto his feet. \u201cGot it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky nodded. \u201cThen that’s settled.\u201d He went back to finish the dishes.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI’m going out for a run.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOkay. When you come back, we’ll shower together.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe already showered.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Starsky looked over his shoulder. \u201cAnd so…?\u201d He waggled an eyebrow suggestively.<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch smiled at his lover. \u201cTen hours and thirty minutes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cRight.\u201d Starsky waved a soapy hand at him.<\/span><\/p>\n Hutch opened the door and right before he closed it, he called out, \u201cLater, Dave!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n He pulled the door shut and smiled when the sound of a wet dish cloth smacked into it. Ah, yes. life with Starsky was going to be terrific.<\/span><\/p>\n End<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hutch was a captive man. And it felt really, really good. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Next to him, Starsky slept the sleep of the innocent. Well, not so innocent, was he? Hutch was grinning … Continue reading