December 19th: Something to Keep You Warm by Renée Starskinson

Author’s Note: This story was inspired by the episode Satan’s Witches.

Hutch walked out of Dobey’s office, grinning with excitement. “Guess what?”

“What,” Starsky replied, keeping his attention on his newspaper.

“Dobey just gave us his cabin for the weekend,” Hutch stated, sitting behind his desk, opposite Starsky.

Starsky looked over the paper. “What for?”

“For us to stay in.”

“Why would we wanna do that?” Starsky asked, confusedly.

“So we could get away from the city for a few days. Commune with nature- the birds, the bees, the flowers, and the trees.” Hutch smiled at his cleaver phrasing.

“The hungry wild animals, the deadly mosquitos, and the venomous snakes,” Starsky informed, shaking out his paper and going back to reading it.

“Starsk, where’s your adventurous spirit? It’ll be nice to experience a different kind of environment for a few days.”

Starsky put the paper down and leered at his handsome fair-haired partner. He leaned closer, whispering, so no one in the squad room could hear. “The only kind of environment I’d like to experience is the body of the big, beautiful blond in front of me.”

Hutch’s eyes widened at what Starsky dared to say in public. He glanced around seeing that no one was paying them any attention. “Starsk, lower your voice and I’m serious- I want us to take Dobey up on his generous offer. I think it’ll do us both good.”

Starsky leaned back, sighing. “This means a lot to you, huh, Blintz?”

“Yes, it does,” Hutch said, with sincere cerulean eyes.

“All right, but if I get eaten by a bear, you’re gonna have to break the news to my poor mother and tell her it was all your fault.”

“Okay. I’ll do that.” Hutch chuckled.

Starsky’s residence
One day before their trip to the cabin.

“What am I supposed to wear to go to no man’s land?” Starsky asked, a bit exasperated. He searched through all his clothes and couldn’t find anything that would be appropriate for the great outdoors. He had the warm red jacket his mother gave him one Christmas, but he felt he needed more.

Hutch walked over to the closet, pulled out two shopping bags and handed them to his lover. “Here.”

“What’s this?” Starsky asked, taking one bag, and looking perplexed.

“Why don’t you look in it and find out,” Hutch stated sarcastically, sitting on the edge of their bed.

Starsky took out a shoe box and laid it on the bed. After removing the lid, he discovered a pair of Euro Sport brown leather hiking boots. “Wow! These are terrific,” he said, immediately trying them on and strutting around. “They fit great! Thanks, Blondie!” Starsky exclaimed, going over to give him a long, thankful kiss.

When they came up for air, Hutch announced, “You didn’t look in the other bag.”

“Oh, yeah.” Starsky grabbed the bag and pulled out a gift box. He snatched off the lid and rummaged through the tissue paper. After seeing the item, he looked confused, then held it up. “What’s this?”

“Long johns in your favorite color, red.” Hutch grinned.

“Long johns?” Starsky repeated, frowning. “What am I supposed to do with ’em?”

“You wear ’em, dummy. They’re to keep you warm. Those black bikini briefs you wear ain’t gonna cut it.”

The dark curly haired man turned the bright red under garment around. “What’s that supposed to be?” he asked, referring to the square opening in the back.

“It’s called a butt flap. You open it when you have to go to the bathroom, so you won’t have to take off the whole thing.”

Starsky still had a confounded look on his face, not knowing what to make of this new article of clothing. “So you wear this instead of underwear?”

“Yep. Why don’t you go try ’em on?” Hutch asked eagerly.

Starsky started towards their bathroom to change.

“When have you been so shy? Change out here so I can watch,” Hutch said, smiling wicked.

With a shrug, Starsky laid the long johns on the bed next to his partner and began to undress. He removed everything, including his tiny black briefs, pushing them down his athletic legs, and stepping out of them. When he reached for the garment, Hutch grabbed him around his waist.

“Not so fast, Gordo. I need to have at this sexy, naked bod first.” Hutch opened his legs and pulled his lover between them, squeezing the muscular butt-cheeks.

Starsky stepped out of Hutch’s strong embrace. “Babe, I thought you wanted me to try on the long johns.”

Hutch sighed, disappointingly. “Okay, go ahead,” he said with a wave of his hand and laid back on the bed, propped up on his elbows.

Starsky unbuttoned the tiny white buttons down to the crotch, and stepped into one leg, then the other. He pulled the garment up to his waist, making sure his genitals were tucked in, then placed each arm into the sleeves. “How does it look?” Starsky asked, buttoning it to his navel, then pivoting slowly so Hutch could see all angles.

Hutch sat up and leaned forward for a better look. His curly-haired lover looked sexy as hell. The cotton hugged his body, accentuating every nook and cranny and the low cut in front showed off the dark hair that highlighted his pecs and abdomen quite nicely.

“I wanna take a look,” Starsky stated, going to the full-length closet mirror. He lifted his left arm and frowned. “Is this a hole?” he asked turning back to Hutch with an incredulous look. “Is this new or did you get it from some thrift store?”

“Of course not, it’s new. It was considered slightly irregular, so I got it at a discount,” Hutch informed with a wry smile.

Starsky was still frowning, not knowing if he should be angry that Hutch bought him something inferior.

Hutch ignored the look. “Come here and turn around,” Hutch said, crooking his finger and making a whirling motion.

The dark-haired man obediently padded over so Hutch could check out the butt flap. The square opening seemed to frame the defined backside in an extremely tempting way. It was like a package that needed to be opened and that’s exactly what Hutch did. He began unbuttoning each of the tiny white buttons.

“Whatcha doin?” Starsky asked, looking back over his shoulder.

“Keep still. I’m displaying this fine, appetizing ass of yours.” Once Hutch got to the last button, the flap fell down, revealing its delectable contents. Hutch was actually salivating. He gripped the two orbs, placing his thumbs in the crack, spreading them apart, exposing the puckered hole. He leaned down and pushed his hot, wet tongue inside the tiny opening.

“Mmm,” Starsky moaned, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes tight.

Once Hutch made Starsky’s anus good and moist, he slid his index finger deep inside and thrust it in and out.

“Jesus, Hutch!” The dark-haired man exclaimed, placing his hands on his knees and pushing back on the finger.

Hutch abruptly removed his finger and smacked the wanton ass, then leaned over to take a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

Knowing what was to come, Starsky got down on his hands and knees. The blond man knelt down behind him and applied lube inside the tight orifice. He added another finger, then a third, stretching and breaching the ring of muscle. Starsky’s moans and groans told Hutch that he was loving every minute of it.

“Come on. Fuck me already,” Starsky commanded, urgently.

Hutch was ready to do just that. As he freed himself from the confines of his boxers and cords, Hutch took in the sight before him. Starsky’s ample butt-cheeks were on full display, peering out of the red flannel flap. His ass never looked better, Hutch thought, then coated his erect cock with lube and slid deep into his lover’s quivering ass. He held onto Starsky’s hips as he thrust into him again and again. At one point, Hutch let go so he could grasp the thick curls, as if holding the reigns of a mighty steed.

“Fuck me! God, Hutch, fuck me!” Starsky shouted, feeling himself close to the edge of nirvana.

Starsky’s impending orgasm was squeezing Hutch’s cock like a vice. It was bringing him closer and closer to his own glorious release.

With a guttural cry Starsky came, with Hutch soon after, filling his lover with his essence. Starsky leaned down, resting his forehead on his folded arms and breathing hard. Hutch sat back against the bed with an arm resting on his knee, trying to get his breathing under control.

“Shit!” Starsky yelled suddenly, with his legs spread open. “Look, I came and got semen all over the long johns!” There was a big wet stain saturating the crotch of the garment, making Starsky upset and mortified.

Hutch smiled, pushing himself back in his pants and rising to his feet. “Don’t worry, Starsk. It washes out. I have some laundry to do anyway,” he stated, reaching for them. “Take ’em off and give ’em to me.”

Starsky got up, took off the soiled underwear and handed them to Hutch. “I’m sorry, Hutch.”

“Why are you apologizing? I’m the one who had you try ’em on, then fucked you senseless.”

“I guess I should take a shower,” Starsky stated, looking down at his sticky, cum covered genitals and feeling Hutch’s jiz seeping out of his ass.

Hutch stood back to observe his well fucked naked friend and felt his cock beginning to stir. “Well then, I’ll just have to do two loads- you, then the clothes.” Hutch grinned, smacking Starsky’s buttock, causing him to yelp and dash into the bathroom.

“Hey, Hutch!” Starsky called from inside.

“What!”

“Ya better hurry up! I just dropped the soap and I’m having trouble picking it up!”

Hutch chuckled, happy that his insatiable lover was ready for another round. “Don’t move! I’ll be right there!”