FORBIDDEN FANTASY
A weekend away from home has unexpected consequences for Starsky.
Slash, Starsky h/c, angst.
A/N: This started out to be just one story based on a posted challenge to write something using Enednoviel’s beautiful picture “Daydream” as the inspiration. Before I realized it, it had become a series of three stories. I hope you enjoy reading them. The sequels are: Fantasy Fulfilled and Final Fantasy.
I don’t often allow myself the luxury of driving up the
coast to a little bar I know where I can find a man to satisfy my urges. I
pride myself on being able to control my hormones by spending most of my time
with women. But once or twice a year, the urge to be with a man just gets
strong to resist. The rest of the time I have to be careful to hide that side
of my nature. See, I’m a cop and if my fellow police officers ever found out
that I was bi-sexual, it would jeopardize my job and possibly my life. So I’m
forced to stay in the closet with the door tightly closed.
But lately, that hasn’t been so easy. I committed the
ultimate sin. I fell in love with my partner, my very male, very straight
partner. We’ve always been close, ever since the day we met at the
We’ve always been openly affectionate with each other. We
seem to touch all the time. A slap on the back, a punch on the shoulder, an arm
slung around the other one’s shoulders. Anyone who doesn’t know us very well
could easily get the wrong idea about us. We’ve had to deal with locker room
rumors for years that we were more than ‘just friends’ My partner always laughs
it off and so do I, even though inside I die a little bit more each time. Of
course it helps that we both have a reputation with the ladies. Neither one of
us has ever had trouble in that respect. But none of our relationships ever
seem to last for more than a few months. Maybe it because most of the ladies we
go out with aren’t looking for a commitment anymore than we are.
It’s not easy being in a relationship with a cop. Too
many dates canceled at the last minute, phone calls at awkward moments,
spending more time with your partner than you do with them. Not to mention the
inherent danger that goes with the badge. No woman wants to fall in love with a
man that might not be coming home at the end of his shift. I’ve never been
married. I came close once but my fiancé was killed by a madman out for
revenge. After that, I never let myself get that close to another woman again.
It just wasn’t worth it, emotionally or mentally. My partner was married when
we first met but his ex-wife made his life miserable. She really turned him off
on the idea of marriage and happy ever after. I’d like to have kids someday but
the older I get, the less likely that seems.
I’ve known that I was attracted to men as well as to
women since I was sixteen but I never acted on those feelings until I got
drafted and sent to
So, here I am, sitting on a barstool in this dingy little
bar far enough away from home that nobody knows my name or my face. I’ve
already had several guys hit on me but I’ve turned them down. They weren’t my
type. Nursing my third beer, I let my eyes sweep across the room. Then I saw
him, sitting by himself in a booth in the back. A tall good
looking blond with a lean muscular build. Picking up my drink, I
sauntered through the crowd, my cocky strut firmly in place. I ignored the
hands grabbing at my ass as I made my way across the room.
As I slid into the booth across from him, the blond
looked up with a shy smile. He was younger than I originally thought, barely
out of his teens. His eyes were a darker blue and his hair was the color of
wheat instead of spun gold but the resemblance was close enough to satisfy me.
If I couldn’t have the real thing, I was willing to settle for a poor substitute.
“Hi, my name’s Mike.” I said. Nobody used their real
names in places like this. It made it easier to protect yourself and separate
this from your real life.
“Tommy.” He replied with that same shy smile. “Can I buy
you a drink?”
I gestured at my beer. “Already got
one.” I said with the crooked smile that the women and the men both
seemed to like. Tommy nodded and I swear I could see him blush. He seemed
awfully self-conscious and I assumed he must be new at this game.
To put him at ease, I
reached across the table and covered his hand with mine. “Relax, I won’t bite.
I promise.”
He chuckled softly and the blush deepened. “Sorry. I’m kinda new at this.” He said confirming my suspicions. He
looked at me and smiled softly. He seemed to like what he saw. “You wanna go outside for some air?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yeah, sounds good to me.” I said. We stood up and turned
to walk towards the rear exit. I casually wrapped my arm around his waist to
make it clear that he was ‘taken’ for the next half hour or so anyway. He
leaned into my embrace and I could smell the scent of his aftershave. I pushed
open the back door and we stepped out into the alley.
The darkness surrounded us
like a shroud, effectively concealing us from view to anyone passing on the
street. We stepped behind a large metal dumpster and I leaned back against the
brick wall of the building.
Tommy pressed up against me and I felt his hands fumbling
with my belt. All his earlier shyness seemed to disappear as he unzipped my
jeans and reached inside to fondle my aching cock. I hissed softly as he freed
me from the confines of my jeans and immediately dropped to his knees in front
of me. My cock immediately sprang to attention and my body trembled in
anticipation.
“Nice.” I heard him whisper almost in awe. Gentle fingers
caressed my shaft, a thumb running over the sensitive head and making me groan.
I knew that I was better endowed than most men, my cock long and thick with a
circumcised head. That seemed to be a turn-on for some men especially if they
weren’t cut themselves.
“Oh, yeah…” I whispered hoarsely as I felt his warm wet
tongue slid over the head, pausing for a moment to lap up the drop of pre-cum
gathered in the slit. My cock already felt like it was ready to explode. It had
been too long. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last. Tommy’s fingers wrapped
firmly around the base of the shaft as his mouth engulfed the crown.
Instinctively, I thrust my hips forward and reached down to tangle my fingers
in his hair, pulling him closer as my cock buried itself in that warm cavern.
Tommy began to stroke my shaft and bob his head at the
same time, using his mouth and his tongue to pleasure me. I moaned and lost
myself in the feelings that threatened to overwhelm me. The kid was good at
this, almost too good. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar tightening in
my balls and then the rush of pleasure that centered in my groin then washed
over my whole body. I cried out as I felt myself explode, my seed pouring out
of me and into his waiting mouth. Tommy swallowed it all and then gently licked
me clean. I slumped against the wall, barely able to stand, as he carefully
tucked me back into my jeans and fastened them back up. We were both too
distracted to notice the four men who had came into the alley.
I heard Tommy yelp in surprise and struggled to focus on
the scene unfolding in front of me. The four men had formed a semi-circle
around us and one of them had grabbed Tommy by the arm, throwing him to the
ground. They were all big men with bulging muscles and arms covered with
tattoos. One of them sneered at us and said,
“Looky here…we got us a couple
of queers.” A thin smile tugged at the edges of his mouth. “Let’s have us a
little fun.”
I knew I was outnumbered but I wasn’t going down without
a fight. Gathering my wits, I kicked out at the man standing closest to me and
caught him in the gut with my foot. He grunted but stayed on his feet. All I
did was piss him off. I got a fist in my face, delivered with enough force to
knock my head back against the wall behind me, stunning me momentarily. It was
long enough for the four men to attack. I was thrown to the ground beside Tommy
and the men began kicking us with heavy steel toed boots. The only thing I
could do was curl up on my left side to try and protect the more vulnerable
parts of my anatomy. I wasn’t very successful. A well placed kick slammed into
my groin making me scream in pain. More kicks landed in the small of my back
and my head. I tasted the blood in my mouth as the darkness swirled around me,
dragging me into unconsciousness.
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I woke up in stages. I was aware of the smells in
the air seeping into my consciousness first. It was that sterile, antiseptic
smell that I was much too familiar with. I was in a hospital. Sounds registered
next. The squeak of rubber soled shoes in the hallway, the muffled sound of an
intercom system, the subdued sound of voices. I felt someone holding my hand, a
touch I would know anywhere. Someone had called my partner, someone had called
Hutch. He was here with me and I was safe. I must have made some kind of sound
or something because I felt his fingers tightened around my hand and heard his
gentle voice in my ear,
“Come on, buddy. Open those eyes for me. Let me see those
baby blues.”
I didn’t really feel like opening my eyes but since Hutch
asked me to, I would. My eyelids felt like they were weighted down but I
managed to open them enough to focus on my partner’s worried face. He looked
like he hadn’t slept in days. His clothes were rumbled and there were dark
shadows under his eyes.
“Hu..sh..”
I whispered, slurring his name the way I always did when I was looped on pain
meds or had too much to drink. “You okay?” It might sound stupid since I was
the one in the hospital bed but it was a question I always asked first. Hutch’s
welfare had always come before my own.
“You got that a little backwards, Gordo.” He said with a
smile, using one of his pet names for me. “You’re the one that got the shit
beat out of you.”
I groaned as the memories came rushing back and my body
decided to remind me of the beating I had taken. Everything seemed to hurt at
the same time, especially my groin, my head and my ribs. There was a dull ache
in my back too that was screaming at me. The four goons in the alley had worked
me over pretty good.
“How bad?” I asked, forcing the
words out past my dry cracked lips.
“You had me scared for a while.” Hutch admitted “You’ve
been unconscious for three days.” That explained Hutch’s disheveled appearance
I thought to myself as I forced myself to pay attention to what he was saying.
“The doctor said you’ve got a pretty nasty concussion, four broken ribs,
bruised kidneys, and you’re not going to be doing much with the ladies any time
soon.” Those beautiful sky blue eyes softened as he added, “You’re lucky to be
alive, Starsk. If somebody hadn’t found you when they did, you would have
died.”
I closed my eyes, not wanting to answer the questions I
could see lingering in his eyes. I knew he was going to want to know what I was
doing here in a town so far from home and how I had managed to let myself get
beaten up so badly. I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want to see the
disappointment or rejection I was afraid I’d see in his face if I told him the
truth. I couldn’t stand to lose him. His friendship meant too much to me to
risk being honest. But I was a lousy liar unless I was undercover and I had
never lied to Hutch before, not exactly. I had just never told him some of my
more closely guarded secrets. He seemed to sense my hesitation because he
rubbed my hand comfortingly and said, “We’ll talk about it later. Get some
sleep.”
I kept my eyes closed and adjusted my breathing to make
it seem like I had fallen asleep. I was so ashamed but I knew that sooner or
later I would have to tell Hutch everything. My eyes burned with unshed tears
as I felt him adjusting the sheet around me and his gentle hand brushing a
wayward curl out of my face. I didn’t deserve his comfort or his concern. Not
after what I had done. I was a fool to think I could hide something like this
from him indefinitely. Now I was going to have to pay for my deceit and pay
dearly. Somehow, I managed to fall into a restless slumber, haunted by dreams
of what I was about to lose.
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When I opened my eyes again, it was dark and I was
alone. But I knew Hutch hadn’t gone far. He never did when I was hurt and in
the hospital. The doctors usually had to threaten him to get him to leave my
side long enough to get something to eat or to take a shower and change
clothes. I had never realized how much I had come to depend on him being there
at times like this until I suddenly found myself faced with the thought of him
not being there in the future.
The pain meds had worn off and my body was hurting bad. I
couldn’t take a deep enough breath to satisfy my lungs and my groin throbbed in
agony with each heartbeat. And my head felt like there was someone inside of it
trying to pound their way out with a sledgehammer. I fumbled for the call
button and rang for the nurse. I have a high pain threshold and I was being
pushed to the limits of my endurance.
The door opened letting in a sliver of light from the
hallway and a pretty little blonde in a nurse’s uniform stepped into the room.
“Can I help you?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped up
to the bed, automatically picking up my left wrist to check my pulse.
“Could I have something for the pain?” I asked trying not
to sound too demanding.
“I’ll get you something right away.” She replied with a
smile. “My name is Gail and I’m your nurse for this shift.”
“Thanks, Gail.” I said gratefully, trying to breath
through the pain that was trying to take over my body. “Do you know where my
friend went?”
“Big good looking blond who has been driving us all crazy
for the last few days?” she asked with a chuckle, describing Hutch to a T.
“That would be him.” I answered with a soft chuckle of my
own. Whenever I was hurt Hutch turned into a real mother hen, questioning the
doctors and nurses about my care and watching over me like a hawk. I have to
admit that I liked having someone who cared enough to fuss over me the way he
did when I was hurt but I would never tell him that.
“I convinced him to go downstairs and get something to
eat. He should be back soon. I’ll get your meds and be right back.” She left
the room, leaving me alone once more. True to her word, she returned in a few
minutes and injected something into the IV line running into the back of my
right hand. Within seconds I felt the blessed relief flowing through my veins,
easing the pain to a more manageable level. My eyes grew heavy and I had almost
dozed off when I heard the door open and close again. Even without opening my
eyes, I knew that Hutch was back. I can always sense his presence whenever he’s
close by.
“Hey, Blondie…” I mumbled sleepily, opening my eyes just
enough to see his face in the shadows.
“Hey, what are you doing awake?” he asked, as he slumped
down in the chair beside my bed and reached for my left hand.
“Woke up and you weren’t here.” I said. I didn’t mean to
sound whiny but I wasn’t ready to open up to him yet either. I hoped to
distract him by sounding pitiful and it seemed to work.
“I’m here now.” He said in a soothing voice “So go back
to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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The next two days passed in a drug induced haze. I
spent most of my time sleeping as my body started to heal. Because of the injury
to my groin, I had a catheter so I wouldn’t have to get out of bed and I hated
it. It burned and it hurt almost as much as my cock and balls did. But until
the swelling went down the doctors didn’t want me moving around much. They kept
ice packs on it to help with the pain and to reduce the swelling which only
added to my discomfort. The doctor was confident that there was no permanent
damage but I wouldn’t be getting too amorous for a while. My other injuries
were healing nicely too and, with any luck, I would only have to be in the
hospital for a few more days. As soon as I was able to tolerate the drive back
to
A local detective had come to the
hospital to take a statement about my attack. I tried to keep it as vague as
possible. I hadn’t gotten a good enough look at any of my attackers to identify
anyone. I had been the only one found at the scene. I had no idea what had
happened to Tommy and there was no point in mentioning him since I knew that wasn’t
his real name anyway. Because there had been other incidents at some of the
other bars in the area, everyone assumed that I had simply been in the wrong
place at the wrong time and I let them think that. Hutch had retrieved my car
from the parking lot where I had left it two blocks from the bar and it was
safely parked in the hospital garage.
I knew that for now anyway, my secret was still safe. But
I also knew that eventually Hutch would start asking me questions that I didn’t
want to answer. I had told him that I had came here on a whim trying to track
down an old army buddy but I knew my story had holes in it that he would see
through eventually.
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I tried not to be too noticeable as I shifted positions
trying to get comfortable in the front seat beside Hutch. We’d been on the road
for about an hour and still had another hour to do before we reached
Shoving his sunglasses up on his nose, Hutch said gently,
“How about if we pull over for a little bit? I need to stretch my legs.”
Now I know Hutch has long legs and he gets cramped
up when he’s driving my car but I knew he was stopping more for me than because
he needed a break. I smiled gratefully and nodded my head. “Yeah, I could use a
something to drink and I need to take a leak.” I told him trying to make it
sound like I wasn’t hurting as much as I really was.
Hutch pulled into a rest stop a few minutes later and
turned off the ignition. He climbed out of the car, stretching to work the
kinks out of his muscles. I climbed out a bit more slowly, glancing at Hutch
over the roof of the car and admiring the long lean lines of his body. Hutch
had classic good looks with sculptured features, ice blue eyes and neatly
styled golden blonde hair. Most of the time, he looked like he should be
gracing the pages of GQ magazine instead of chasing the bad guys around the
streets of
Where he’s all gold and light, I’m darker with an olive
complexion, sapphire blue eyes and curly dark brown hair. We have a similar
build although Hutch is a couple of inches taller than I am. He has those long
runner’s legs that I envy and admire every chance I get. Our personalities are
almost as different as we are in appearance. Hutch can be cold and reserved
with an arrogant attitude where I tend to be more laid back and outgoing. We
both have a temper but while mine is more volatile when Hutch is mad he becomes
cold as ice with a deadly glare that can send a chill down your spine. Hutch is
also more analytical than me. He looks at everything from every angle while I
tend to be more impulsive and jump right in with both feet then ask questions
later. Our backgrounds are just as different. Hutch’s family has money, a lot
of money, so he was raised with all the privileges that come with wealth. He’s
college educated while I barely made it through high school. Me, I grew up on
the streets of
I pulled my leather jacket a little closer and hurried
towards the bathrooms before Hutch caught me making eyes at him. Stepping into
the safety of a stall, I closed the door and locked it. Unzipping my jeans, I
carefully eased out my cock and leaned over the commode, bracing one hand
against the wall to take care of business. It still hurt to piss but at least
my urine was clear and not tinted with blood any longer. Mottled, fading bruises still
covered my balls and the inside of my thighs. For a moment, I found myself
thinking about Tommy and hoping that he was okay. I was upset that I would
never know for sure what happened to him that night. I carried a lot of guilt
for putting him into that position. I should have been thinking like a cop instead
of worrying about getting my rocks off.
I gently stuffed my cock back in my jeans and zipped up.
Unlocking the door, I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. Hutch was
waiting for me just outside the door. He smiled as I came out and handed me a
cold soda. “Everything okay?” he asked.
I nodded absently as I took a long swallow of the soda.
The cold liquid felt good to my parched throat. I was on sick leave from work
for the next two weeks to recuperate and I knew that Hutch would insist on staying
with me to take care of me. That’s what we did when one of us was hurt. It had
become second nature to both of us. Any other time I would have welcomed his
company and his ‘mothering’ me but my emotions were still too raw and close to
the surface to be comfortable with the idea of him being there for any length
of time. I was scared that I would slip up and he’d find out what I was trying
so desperately to hide from him. After I finished my soda, we climbed back in
the car to continue on to
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I breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind
Hutch and he left to run some errands. I felt like I had been walking on
eggshells for the past week. So far I had been lucky and Hutch hadn’t questioned
me anymore about the attack but waiting for him to bring it up was starting to
wear on my nerves. I was also a bundle of sexual tension from being around him
all the time and not being able to tell him how I really felt about him. Every
time he touched me since I got out of the hospital, my body threatened to
betray me and reveal my secret shame.
I made myself a cup of tea and tried watching TV but I
couldn’t seem to concentrate. Finally, I gave up and went into my bedroom. I
stared at my reflection in the full length mirror that hung on the back of my
bedroom door. The haunted eyes of a stranger seemed to stare back at me.
Turning away from the mirror, I walked across the room to stand beside the bed.
Closing my eyes, I used my right hand to grab the bottom of my tee shirt and
shove it up over my chest. Holding the material tightly in my clenched fist, I
let my left hand roam over my chest, combing through the soft curly hair until
my fingers touched my nipples. I hissed softly as I pinched the little nubs of
flesh with my fingers until they hardened. I felt my rebellious cock twitch
with interest making my tight jeans feel even tighter. I couldn’t stop a moan
from escaping from my lips as I continued to play with my nipples, sending
waves of desire rushing my body that eventually centered in my groin.
My aching cock hardened, demanding attention.
Without much thought, I let my left hand drift down to unbuckle my belt and
unsnap my jeans. As soon as I pulled down the zipper, my cock sprang free from
its denim prison. I wasn’t wearing any underwear so all I had to do was shove
my jeans down over my hips enough to make it easier to touch myself. My
breathing deepened as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and began to stroke
myself. Images of Hutch’s face filled my head as I ran my thumb over the crown,
smearing the drops of pre-cum that had gathered there over the head.
Moaning even louder, I began to thrust my hips in time
with my strokes as I increased the both the friction on the shaft and the
rhythm of my hand. I felt a shudder run through my muscles as the pleasure
mounted. I knew it wouldn’t be long now. “Ohgodohgodohgod…”
I whimpered as I felt the familiar tightening in my balls as they drew up
closer to my body. I threw back my head and bit down on the inside of my cheek
as my body exploded, my seed spilling out over my fist and splattering against
my stomach. “OH GOD….HUTCHHHHH….” I
screamed almost uncontrollably as my body jerked with the final spasms of my
orgasm. Panting heavily, I let go of my softening penis and opened my eyes to
find myself staring into the shocked eyes of my partner who was standing in the
open doorway.
I felt the heat burning my face as I scrambled to stuff
myself back into my jeans and straighten up my clothes as Hutch turned and
walked away without a word. I had no idea how long he had been standing there
watching my blatant display but I knew I needed to talk fast to keep him from
leaving. I heard the slamming of the front door as I stumbled out of the
bedroom and knew that I was too late. He was gone. Wandering into the living
room, I collapsed on the sofa and buried my face in my hands.
I’m not sure how long I sat there feeling sorry for
myself and wondering if I had just screwed up the one thing that meant more to me
than anything else when I heard the soft click of the front door opening and
then closing again. I raised my head and forced myself to look at Hutch who was
just standing there staring at me with an expression I had never seen on his
face before. I wasn’t sure if it was anger, disappointment or something else
entirely. Maybe it was all of the above.
“Hutch?” I said softly,
searching frantically to find the words to explain what he had witnessed.
Without saying a word, Hutch held up his hand for silence and shook his head. I
watched, a lump in my throat, as he walked into the kitchen and opening the
refrigerator. He pulled out a can of beer, popped the top and drained it in one
long swallow. He immediately got another one and popped the top, sipping it slowly
this time. Finally, he looked at me and said in a cold flat voice,
“So Starsky…how long have you been using me as one of
your fantasies to jerk off to?”
I hung my head in shame. I was a loss for words for one
of the few times in my life. How was I supposed to make him understand how I
felt about him when I wasn’t even sure I knew myself? How could I tell him that
I had fallen ‘in love’ with him without destroying everything we had between
us? When I didn’t answer, he slammed the beer can down on the counter and
growled,
“Are you gonna talk to me or not? I think you at least
owe me some kind of explanation!” I heard him take a step towards me but I
still couldn’t look him in the eyes. I was too embarrassed and ashamed.
Finally, I said in a quiet, carefully controlled voice,
“What do you want me to say, Blondie? That you turn me
on? That I get hot just thinking about you?” Once I started talking, I couldn’t
seem to stop. Sometimes I just don’t know when to shut up. “You want me to tell
you how I think about touching you all the time? About getting you into my bed
and never letting you leave?” My voice broke as I buried my face in my hands
again.
I felt Hutch’s hand gripping my chin and raising my head,
forcing me to look into his eyes. I was stunned to find those eyes filled with
love and understanding. That was the last thing I had expected to see. In a
soft voice, Hutch said,
“Starsk, are you trying to tell me that’s you’re gay?”
“No…not gay.” I said somewhat
defensively. “I’m Bi. I like women too. I never wanted you to find out. I tried
to stay straight but sometimes the urge just got too strong to ignore…” I
wanted to bite my tongue, knowing instantly that I had said too much.
“Is that why you were in Bristo?”
Hutch asked gruffly. “Were you at that gay bar? Does that have anything to do
with what happened to you?”
I nodded my head solemnly. It was too late to lie my way out of it now. I watched as several emotions
flickered through Hutch’s eyes at the same time. Anger,
concern, and disappointment but still tempered with love and understanding.
He sighed heavily and settled down on the sofa beside me. Slipping his arm
around my shoulders, he pulled me close to him and said,
“Okay.
Start at the beginning and tell me everything. I think I have the right to know
what’s going on in that empty head of yours lately, partner.”
In
a halting voice, I told him my story and didn’t leave anything out. I told him
about discovering I was bi-sexual in high school and my first experiences with
a man in
“I
wish you’d told me all of this before.” He said but there was no reproach in
his voice “It could have saved us both a lot of trouble. Don’t you know that
you’re the most important thing in my life? I couldn’t make it without you, mushbrain. I love you too. I just need some time to get
used to all of this and figure out how I feel about it.”
“So
you don’t hate me for it?” I asked in a choked voice.
“I
could never hate you, buddy. No matter what.” He told me with a tight squeeze
of my shoulders. He looked at me intently, making me nervous with the look in
his eyes. In a hesitant voice, he said, “I won’t lie to you. I’ve wondered
sometimes what it would be like to be with another man but I never acted on
those feelings. I never had any reason to.” He paused and then added with a
mischievous smile “Until now.”
I
couldn’t help the sudden surge of hope that filled my heart when I heard those
words and Hutch must have seen that in my eyes. He cupped his hand against my
cheek, cradling my face in his palm. “No promises, buddy.” He said quietly “But
if I could do that with another man, it would be with you. Just give me some
time to get my head around this. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I said quietly, my heart finally stopping its frantic pounding. Maybe things
would work out okay after all. At least I hadn’t lost Hutch’s friendship. As
long as I still had that I could live without ever knowing what it would be
like to have him as a lover. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I
hadn’t eaten yet.
Hutch
chuckled and said, “How about if I order a pizza?”
“With everything?” I wheedled. “Not just veggies.”
“How about half and half.” Hutch said with a grin. “Or better yet, one of
each.”
“Okay.”
I readily agreed
“I’ll
call it in while you take a shower. No offense, Gordo but you smell a little
rank.” I felt myself blushing again as I shoved myself to my feet and hurried
to the bathroom to clean up. Things were back to normal again. At least what
passed for normal for me and Blondie.
THE END?