BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

This is a sequel to Old Flames Burn The Brightest. Written for Brook. Just another excuse for hot steamy sex between Curly and Blondie. PWP

Starsky groaned as he carefully opened one eye and glared at the sunlight pouring in through his bedroom window. His head felt like someone was trapped inside his skull trying to beat their way out with a sledgehammer. Hell, he couldn’t even remember how he had got home last night. At that thought, his eyes flew open in alarm and he looked around at the unfamiliar room. Shit, he wasn’t in his apartment. Where the hell am I?

The sound of a shower running behind the closed door on the far side of the room captured his attention. Vaguely, he could hear the muffled sound of someone moving around in what he assumed was the bathroom. The sound of running water was cut off and then the door opened and a man stepped into the bedroom. A man that Starsky did not recognize. Oh, fuck! What the hell did I do last night?

“Hi,” the man said with a shy smile. He was young, much too young for Starsky’s taste, with a lean slender build and long blond hair that swept over his shoulders. The towel he wore loosely knotted around his waist barely concealed the tempting bulge of his genitals. “About time you woke up. Shower’s free if you wanna clean up before you go.”

“Thanks.” Starsky mumbled as he swung his legs out of bed and straightened up, suddenly self conscious about his own nudity. He fought the sudden impulse to fold his hands protectively over his groin. Avoiding eye contact with the stranger, he shuffled past him and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him. Leaning back against the doorway, he closed his eyes and tried to remember the events of the night before.

He’d had a fight with his partner, best friend and lover, Hutch. It had been a stupid argument, fueled by too many long hours on the job, too much overtime, and stressed nerves. Both men had said some things that they shouldn’t have and Starsky had stormed out of Hutch’s apartment, hitting the first bar he came to. He had spent the next few hours drowning his sorrow in alcohol. Sometime later, he vaguely remembered the kid in the other room coming on to him but everything after that was a blank. Apparently, he had taken the kid up on his offer of a quick mindless fuck, something he hadn’t done in more years than he cared to remember.

Starsky felt his face flush with shame as he realized just what he had done. He had broken an unspoken commitment between him and Hutch. He had fucked another man. He and Hutch had met shortly before Starsky entered the police academy. Just a pickup in a gay bar, a one night stand that should have stopped at that. The sex had been incredible and Starsky had been disappointed when he had awakened the next morning to find his companion gone.

He had put the big blond out of his mind as he prepared for his future as a cadet at the police academy. He knew that if he wanted to fulfill his dream of being a cop, he had to curtail his sexual encounters with men and stick to women from now on. Imagine his shock and surprise when he had entered his room at the academy two weeks later and found out that his roommate was the big blond that had stolen his heart after a brief one night stand. Hutch had been just as shocked and surprised. They had both agreed that their previous encounter couldn’t be allowed to interfere with their plans for the future but fate had already decided their future for them.

Unable to resist the pull they both felt, they had resumed their sexual relationship that same night and had been together ever since. They had even managed to get partnered as undercover detectives and became almost a legendary team, admired and respected by their peers. Nobody knew their secret. They both liked women too and dated frequently to keep their cover intact but no woman could compete with what they had with each other. Their closeness and bond as friends and partners was also legendary and rumors had surfaced more than once that they were ‘more than just friends’ but nobody realized just how true those rumors were.

The two of them had never demanded any commitment from each other, never came out and said that they wouldn’t see other men, it was just a given that they both accepted without question. Now Starsky had broken that unspoken vow in one careless drunken encounter that he couldn’t even remember. The shame and guilt that he felt was overwhelming.

He saw his clothes tossed carelessly on the floor beside the commode, grateful that he could shower and then get dressed without having to go back into the other room. He took a quick shower, the water temperature as hot as he could stand it, hoping that the scalding hot water could wash away the shame he felt deep inside. He dried off and pulled on his clothes, finally finding the courage to go back into the other room. He gave a deep sigh of relief when he released that the other man had left and he was alone. Opening the front door, he stepped outside and found himself in the parking lot of a cheap motel that rented rooms by the week, the day or the hour. His car was parked in front of the room he had been in.

But it wasn’t the sight of his car that startled him. It was the sight of his partner’s car parked beside it. The big blond was leaning against the front fender, his arms folded across his chest and his eyes covered with a pair of dark sunglasses. Starsky’s first instinct was to back up into the room and slam the door to avoid the confrontation he knew was about to happen. But Starsky had never backed down from a fight and he wasn’t about to start now.

“Come here often, Starsk?” Hutch growled, the tone of his voice harsh and unpleasant with an undercurrent of pain and betrayal that tore at Starsky’s heart. “Next time, remember to drive something besides the striped tomato. Makes you too easy to find.”

“Since when did you take to following me, Blondie?” Starsky snapped. He knew he sounded defensive and self righteous but he didn’t care. His guilt at that moment was almost overwhelming and he couldn’t look Hutch directly in the face.

Hutch closed the short distance between them with two strides of his long legs, planting both hands against Starsky’s shoulders and manhandling him back into the room. He slammed the door shut behind them and locked the chain before turning to face his lover. Pulling off his sunglasses, he glared at Starsky. His soft blue eyes were filled with so much raw pain that Starsky felt his breath catch in his throat.

“How many times, Starsky?” Hutch demanded in a cold, steely voice. “How many other guys have you picked up and fucked behind my back?”

“None…” Starsky managed to choke out past the lump in his throat. “I swear…this was the first time and I don’t even remember doing it.”

Hutch growled, a menacing sound deep in his chest and shoved Starsky again, this time down onto the bed. Falling on top of him, he pinned the smaller man’s wrists above his head and snarled into his surprised face, “DON’T LIE TO ME!”

“I’m not lying! I swear I’m not!” Starsky said, trying to keep his voice calm and level to defuse the big blond’s righteous anger. “You’ve got to believe me! I swear that’s the truth!”

Hutch held Starsky’s hands with one hand while his other hand fumbled for his jacket. A moment later, he had his handcuffs in his hand. Starsky yelped in surprise as Hutch quickly and efficiently snapped the steel bracelets around Starsky’s wrists, looping the chain through the headboard on the bed, effectively trapping Starsky in a vulnerable position that immediately put him on the defensive.

“What the fuck are you doing, Blondie?” Starsky demanded, struggling weakly against the restraints.

“Teaching you a lesson.” Hutch said menacingly. A sly smile tugged at his lips as he rocked back on his heels and looked at his restrained partner. He took a few steps backward and said, “Now, we’re going get some things straight once and for all.”

“What kind of things?” Starsky asked cautiously, eyeing his partner warily. This was a side of Hutch he had never seen before. Dangerous as hell and totally unpredictable but also so sexy that Starsky’s cock twitched with interest. Whatever Hutch had in mind, Starsky knew that he had it coming. He just hoped he hadn’t fucked up the best thing in his life with one drunken indiscretion.

“Why did you do it, Starsk?” Hutch asked quietly, watching his lover’s face intently as he answered.

“I was pissed because of our fight and I went to the first bar I came to and got drunk.” Starsky said, knowing that wasn’t a very good excuse but it was the only one he had. “I got plastered. I sorta remember the kid coming on to me but I swear, Hutch, I don’t remember leaving with him or ending up here. I don’t even remember if I fucked him or not.”

“You didn’t. You passed out first.” Hutch said softly.

“What?” Starsky said in stunned voice. “How the hell do you know?”

Hutch sighed softly, all traces of his anger disappearing. He looked at his partner with a mixture of affection and exasperation. “The kid came on to you but he could tell you weren’t in any shape to do much. He got you out of the bar before you could get yourself into any trouble and brought you here to sleep it off. He went through your pockets and found my number. He gave me a call this morning while you were in the shower and told me where to find you.”

“Why did he bother to do that?”

“Because, he said you kept calling for me in your sleep, begging me to forgive you…saying you were sorry…swearing that I was the only man you loved.”

Starsky flushed in embarrassment at the thought of a stranger overhearing such intimate confessions, confessions Starsky couldn’t even bring himself to say when he was awake. He had never tried to analyze his feelings for Hutch, they were just there, more overpowering and overwhelming than anything he had ever felt for anyone else in his life. Hutch was the other half of his soul, his reason for being. It was as simple as that and as complicated.

Hutch moved closer and leaned down, his breath soft and warm against Starsky’s cheek. He whispered into a curl covered ear, “Is that the truth, Starsky? Am I the only man you love? Are you in love with me as much as I am with you?”

“Yes.” Starsky said simply, putting all the love and emotion he could into that one little word. “I love you, Hutch…nobody but you.”

Hutch smiled, that sweet loving smile he reserved for Starsky and nobody else. He gently brushed back a loose curl from the brunet’s face and whispered, “So where does that leave us, buddy? Where do we go from here?”

“I don’t care…as long as we’re together.” Starsky admitted with a trembling smile, knowing that he was forgiven and that everything was alright again.

“Would you be willing to give up women for me? To stop pretending that we’re just friends and partners, no matter what happens?”

“Yes…” Starsky answered without any hesitation. He blinked in astonishment as the meaning of Hutch’s words sank in. “Are you saying you’re willing to do the same thing for me?”

“Of course I am, you idiot.” Hutch chided him gently. “I always have been. You just never asked me to.”

“What about I.A.? What about our jobs?”

“If I.A. tries to fire us, we’ll fight it. We have enough clout and enough seniority that they can’t fire us just because we’re lovers, especially with the new law they passed concerning homosexuals on the force. Besides, I don’t plan on advertising it. Do you?”

“No.” Starsky said with a happy grin on his face. “Everybody is already used to us spending all our time together and touching each other. Maybe they won’t even notice when we stop seeing women.”

“Either way, I don’t care. Of course, it might raise a few eyebrows when we move in together.”

“Move in together?” Starsky said breathlessly. “You want to move in with me?”

“Starsky, I swear, sometimes you’re as dense as a box of rocks. Isn’t that what I just said?” Hutch said, leaning down to steal a quick kiss from that mouth that lured him like a moth to a flame.

Starsky moaned and shifted positions on the bed, suddenly aware of the painfully hard erection that was trapped in the confines of his skintight jeans. Hutch noticed too and gave a decidedly wicked chuckle.

“You need a hand there, partner?” Hutch drawled seductively.

“Yes…please…” Starsky said with a grin, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass in an open invitation. “And you could take these cuffs off…I’m not going no where…I promise.”

“Nope, I think I like you better right now with the cuffs on so I can have my way with you.” Hutch said with a smirk.

“Hutch!” Starsky said, rattling the cuffs to emphasize his point. “That’s not fair!”

“Too bad…just lay there and enjoy, pal. This is my show.” Hutch said firmly. He reached for Starsky’s belt, deftly unfastening it and pulling it out of the loops on his jeans. He paused before reaching for the zipper and slowly pulling it open to free Starsky’s straining cock from its denim prison. He wasn’t surprised to discover that Starsky wasn’t wearing any underwear. Some of his jeans were just too tight to accommodate the extra clothing. Nimble fingers reached into the slit and wrapped around the hard, thick shaft, pulling it free. Starsky groaned deeply and closed his eyes, his breathing deepening as Hutch’s fingers wrapped around the shaft, stroking firmly.

A tremble ran through his body as he felt the warmth of Hutch’s tongue swipe at the slit in his cock, lapping up the first drops of pre-cum that gathered there. Then that talented mouth was taking his cock in, sucking gently. When Hutch sucked Starsky’s cock, he used his tongue, his teeth and his whole mouth to drive the brunet crazy. He knew every trick, every secret spot that sent Starsky flying. Within a matter of minutes, he had Starsky squirming on the bed and bucking his hips wildly. But Hutch was in no hurry to end his lover’s torment, delighting in teasing him until Starsky was whimpering in frustration and pleading with Hutch to let him come. He growled in torment when Hutch suddenly pulled away, sapphire eyes flashing open.

Hutch smiled and slowly wet one long finger in his mouth suggestively, moving his hand down to the juncture of the brunet’s thighs to tease the puckered opening to his body. Starsky groaned and bucked his hips trying to force Hutch to continue and stop teasing him. Simultaneously, Hutch captured Starsky’s mouth in a brutal, demanding kiss as he thrust his finger deep inside the other man’s body. Starsky’s scream of pleasure was muffled by Hutch’s mouth as the brunet’s body clamped down hard around Hutch’s finger.

Chuckling softly, Hutch rubbed his finger along the hot tight channel until he found the spot he knew would drive Starsky insane. Starsky trembled violently, harsh cries ripping from his throat as Hutch caressed his prostate. With one final scream, Starsky’s body stiffened, his back arching up from the mattress as he came and came hard, thick strands of come splattering Hutch’s stomach and chest. His orgasm seemed to continue forever, his body shaking and trembling as he slowly came down from his sexual high.

Before he had time to fully recover, Hutch stripped off his own clothes and positioned himself between the brunet’s legs, entering him with one hard thrust of his hips and burying himself deep inside his lover. Starsky screamed again, his hands pulling at the cuffs that still held him prisoner as Hutch began to fuck him. His partner’s thick, heavy cock hit the highly sensitized prostate with each thrust, sending Starsky spiraling back towards another orgasm. There was little fluid this time but the sensation was just as devastating, totally destroying the brunet. He was panting and gasping for breath when Hutch reached his own orgasm then gently pulled out of his partner’s exhausted body. He reached up and carefully unfastened the cuffs, then stretched out beside the brunet, pulling him into his arms. The curly head rested on the broad shoulder of his lover as the sapphire eyes closed in exhaustion. Within seconds, Starsky was sleeping soundly.

Hutch smiled to himself as he listened to the soft sound of his partner’s breathing. He let his mind wander to their future, content in the knowledge that the unspoken commitment they had between them had finally been put into words and a decision had been made. No more lies, no more hiding, no pretending to be something they weren’t. No more hiding the deep and lasting love they felt for each other. No more separate apartments. Together for eternity, bound together by a love so deep and pure that nobody would ever come between them. The way it was meant to be from the first time they laid eyes on each other so many years ago.