Title: Lean On Me
Author: Sparkle731
Type: Slash
Summary: When
Starsky’s fiancé leaves him at the altar; Hutch is there to pick up the pieces.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of
Starsky and Hutch, but I wouldn’t mind kidnapping Starsky for a good long time.
Category: Starsky angst, first time
Rating: NC-17
LEAN ON ME
By Sparkle731
CHAPTER ONE
David
Starsky nervously fidgeted with his tie, making sure it was straight. In less
than two hours he would be getting married and he was already a nervous wreak.
He smiled at his reflection in the mirror. There had been times when he had
thought this day would never come. He’d come close a couple of times in the
past but something always happened to end the relationship before he could pop
the question. His eyes filled with sadness. Except for Terri, his precious
Terri. She hadn’t left him like the others had. She had died before they could
tie the knot, leaving him heartbroken and alone. It had taken him almost two
years to get back into the swing of things.
Then he had met Jessica and it had
seemed like a match made in heaven. They were so much alike that they just
seemed to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. They had been dating for
almost six months and had been living together for the past two months. She was
the only woman, besides Terri, that Starsky had ever loved enough to ask to
live with him. And best of all, she got along with Hutch and the big blond
actually liked her, maybe not as much as he had liked Terri but it was a start.
Starsky looked over his shoulder as
the door to the tiny room where he was waiting opened and his partner, Ken
Hutchinson, came in. Starsky smiled broadly at his best friend, admiring how
handsome Hutch looked in his light gray tuxedo. As his best man, Starsky was
counting on Hutch to help him make it through the wedding without doing
something stupid or embarrassing. The smile slowly faded from Starsky’s face
when he saw the serious expression that clouded Hutch’s handsome features.
“Hey, Blintz,” Starsky said
playfully, trying to keep his tone light and carefree. “What’s the matter? Did
the maid of honor cancel your date?”
“Starsk…” Hutch said, his voice
sounding tense and uncomfortable, his ice blue eyes gazing deeply into his
partner’s worried eyes. “Jessie just called me…”
“What?” Starsky asked anxiously “Is
she okay? She’s not hurt or something is she?” When Hutch didn’t answer right
away, Starsky gave a weak attempt at a smile and said, “Come on, Blondie.
What’s up? You’re starting to scare me. I’m supposed to be getting married in a
couple of hours. Remember?”
Hutch swallowed hard and reached out
to clasp Starsky’s left shoulder, squeezing gently. Choosing his words with
care, he tried to soften the blow he was about to deliver to the brunet.
“Starsk…buddy…Jessie’s not coming. She called off the wedding.”
“What?” Starsky uttered in a stunned
voice, staring at his best friend in total disbelief. “What do you mean she
called off the wedding?”
“She said to tell you that she was
sorry but she just couldn’t go through with it.” Hutch said.
“She couldn’t go through with it?”
Starsky said slowly, tears gathering in his eyes. He blinked to clear his
vision and took a step back, breaking contact with his friend. His voice took
on a hard edge as he said, “Seems like she could have told me that before now!
There’s a whole synagogue full of people out there! What the fuck am I suppose
to tell them?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Hutch said
quietly, taking a step closer to his distraught partner. “Dobey, me and Huggy can
handle it.”
“It’s not your responsibility to
tell my family and friends that my fiancé stood me up!” Starsky said with a
hint of bitterness in his voice. “It’s mine.” As the impact of Hutch’s words
sank in, he sat down heavily in a chair sitting in the corner of the room and
buried his face in his hands. Hutch immediately moved to his side and knelt
down in front of him, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Starsky’s
right knee.
“It’s gonna be okay, buddy. I’m
here.” Hutch said at a loss for words. He knew that Starsky had to be
devastated by Jessica’s malicious betrayal.
Starsky kept his head bowed, his
hands covering his face, refusing to look Hutch in the eyes. In a muffled voice
that was choked with tightly controlled emotion, he said,
“Just
leave me alone for few minutes, Hutch.” His voice broke as he added in a voice
that was barely above a whisper, “Please…”
“I’ll be right outside.” Hutch said
softly. With a final encouraging squeeze, Hutch shoved himself to his feet and
quietly left the room, standing guard outside the door so that nobody would
disturb Starsky. Hutch was seething with rage. He couldn’t believe how
heartless and cruel Jessica had been to wait until now to break off their
engagement, leaving Starsky in a humiliating and embarrassing situation. His
mother and several of his other relatives from
Starsky wasn’t just Hutch’s best
friend, he was the most important person in the big blond’s life. Hutch had
always loved Starsky like a brother and he knew that Starsky felt the same. The
bond between them was unique, binding them together on a deep emotional level
that didn’t leave much room for other people. Starsky didn’t give his heart
away that easily but when he did, he did it wholeheartedly and often ended up
being the one who got deeply hurt when a relationship failed. After Terri’s
untimely death, Hutch didn’t think that Starsky would ever find anyone he could
love the way he had loved her. Then he had met Jessica and, even though Hutch
had some reservations about the relationship, Starsky had been so happy again
that Hutch had kept his doubts about the depth of Jessica’s commitment to
Starsky to himself. Now, it seemed as if he had been right not to trust her.
She had hurt Starsky in the worst way possible and this time, the brunet might
not be able to handle it.
Hutch was drawn from his dark
thoughts when he saw Huggy Bear walking down the hallway towards him. The tall
thin black man was a close friend to both detectives as well as a valuable
informant. He was also the owner and manager of a highly lucrative bar and
grill where the two partners often hung out. Hutch had to smile at Huggy’s
attire. He was dressed in a white tuxedo with a bright red cummerbund and a
pink shirt.
“How’s Curly?” Huggy asked in a
concerned voice. He had been with Hutch when he received the call from Jessica.
He had been just as angry at Hutch at Jessica’s betrayal of his friend’s love.
“About as well as can be expected
under the circumstances.” Hutch said gravely, his voice tight with unexpressed
anger.
“Captain Dobey is making an
announcement to the guests. He’s telling them that something came up and the
wedding is being postponed.”
“Good.” Hutch said with a curt nod.
“At least that’s one thing Starsky won’t have to deal with.” Hutch felt the
urge to be with his friend, to make sure he was okay. “Can you watch the door
and make sure nobody bothers us? I’m going back in there with Starsky.”
“You got it. The Bear has it
covered.” Huggy said
“Thanks, Hug.” Hutch said, as he
opened the door and slipped back into the room.
Starsky was standing by the window,
staring outside without really seeing the view. His posture was rigid and
tense, his hands jammed into his pockets. His tuxedo jacket and necktie lay in
a crumpled heap on the bed. Hutch knew without looking that the top three
buttons on Starsky’s dress shirt would be unbuttoned. Without turning around,
Starsky said in a rigidly controlled voice, “I don’t need a babysitter, Hutch.
I’ll be okay.”
“Humor me. Okay?” Hutch said
lightly, stepping up behind Starsky and putting his hands on the brunet’s
shoulders, not to get Starsky’s attention but to offer what support and comfort
he could. “Huggy’s watching the door so nobody is going to bother us and Dobey’s
telling the guests that something came up and that the wedding has been
postponed.”
“Why not just tell them the truth?”
Starsky snapped in an agitated voice. “Tell them that my fiancé decided she
didn’t want to marry me after all…” His voice broke on the last few words and
Hutch felt the emotional tremble that ran through the lean frame of his
partner. He knew that Starsky was struggling to keep his emotions under control
until he could leave the synagogue and go back to his apartment where he could nurse
his broken heart in private. Hutch had no intention of leaving his friend alone
anytime in the near future. He knew that someone needed to be there to pick up
the pieces.
A soft knock at the door distracted
Hutch from comforting his partner. Crossing the room, he opened the door a
crack and peered out at Huggy’s anxious face. In a loud whisper, Huggy said,
“Starsky’s mom is out here and she wants to see him.”
Glancing back at Starsky to make
sure he hadn’t overheard, Hutch nodded and slipped into the hall, closing the
door quietly behind him. Rachel Starsky immediately grabbed his arm and looked
at him anxiously. In a worried voice, she demanded,
“What’s going on, Ken? Is David all
right?”
“He’s okay.” Hutch hurried to
reassure her. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he told her, “Jessica
called off the wedding.”
“What?” Rachel exclaimed, her eyes
widening in alarm. “How could she do something like that?” Her sapphire eyes,
so much like her eldest sons, flashed with anger. “How could she hurt my David
like that?”
“I don’t know.” Hutch admitted
ruefully. “I guess she just got cold feet at the last minute.”
“How’s David taking it?” she
demanded, lowering her voice almost to a whisper. “Is he really all right? Can
I talk to him?”
“Now’s not a good time.” Hutch
said gently. “He doesn’t really want to see anyone.”
“Except you.” Rachel said with a
soft understanding smile. She knew how close the two men were and it had always
been a comfort to her to know that her son had a friend like Hutch that he
could depend on. “I know you’ll take good care of him. Tell him that I’ll be at
Rosie and Al’s for the rest of the week. Have him call me when he’s ready.”
“I will.” Hutch promised, giving
Rachel a quick kiss on the cheek. Starsky’s mom had always made him feel like
part of the family, treating him like he was another son. She was a very
special lady and Hutch had nothing but the utmost respect for her. When Starsky
was thirteen, she had made the hardest decision any mother could make. She had
sent him to
Starsky nodded silently and turned
to stare back out the window, crossing his arms tightly across his chest, as if
to hold in his pain. Hutch tugged at his necktie, loosening it enough to take
off. He tossed it on the bed beside Starsky’s jacket and walked over to his partner’s
side, standing beside him in silence. There was no need for words between them.
They stood there watching the guests leaving the temple and driving away.
Another soft knock on the door
distracted Hutch from his vigil. Crossing to the door, he opened and looked at
Huggy with a frown. The tall thin black man smiled apologetically and said,
“Everyone’s gone except me. The rabbi said to tell Starsky to take as much time
as he needs. He trusts you two to lock up when you leave.”
“Thanks, Hug. Are you gonna split?”
“Yeah. I need to get back to The
Pits before my staff robs me blind.” Huggy said. “You take good care of Curly.
You going back to his place?”
“No, I think I’ll take him back to
my place for a couple of days. If Jessica’s still at his apartment, he doesn’t
need to run into her. Besides, that’ll give her time to get her stuff out of
there before he goes home.”
“Makes sense to me. I’ll stop by
later with some food. There’s gonna be plenty since there’s not going to be any
reception.”
Hutch nodded and closed the door. He
turned, startled to find Starsky standing behind him. The brunet could move as
quietly as a cat when he wanted to. “I guess you heard all that.”
“Yeah,” Starsky said with a heavy
sigh. “Let’s get out of here. I wanna get out of this monkey suit.”
Hutch nodded and opened the door.
The rabbi was still standing beneath the wedding canopy. He nodded at them
solemnly as they left by the front door. Hutch ignored Starsky’s Candy Apple
Red Torino with the white racing stripe that was parked in front of the temple
and steered his partner over to his own car, a battered brown LTD that had seen
better days. Hutch would have someone pick up Starsky’s vehicle later and drive
it to his apartment.
Starsky slouched in the passenger’s
seat and stared out the side window, his shoulders sagging dejectedly. Letting
him brood in silence, Hutch started the engine and pulled out of the driveway
heading for his apartment at
CHAPTER TWO
When they reached Hutch’s apartment,
Starsky immediately disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door securely
behind him. It wasn’t long before Hutch heard the sound of the shower, the
rushing water effectively concealing the sounds of muffled sobs but Hutch still
heard them. His immediate instinct was to go to Starsky, to hold him in his
arms and try to ease the pain the brunet was suffering but he knew that Starsky
wouldn’t allow that much intimacy. Not yet anyway. He needed some time alone to
grief and come to terms with the trauma he had been dealt. Hutch felt as if his
own heart was breaking in two. What hurt Starsky hurt the sensitive blond just
as deeply.
Hutch tried to keep his face
impassive when the bathroom door finally opened and Starsky came back into the
room. He was dressed in Hutch’s old orange robe, his dark curls still damp from
the shower. Hutch pretended not to notice Starsky’s red and swollen eyes or the
drawn expression on his face.
“You want some coffee?” Hutch asked “I just made some.”
Starsky shook his head firmly. “Naw, I’d rather just lay
down for a while if you don’t mind.”
“Go ahead,” Hutch said striving to keep his voice calm and
level. “You know where the bedroom is. Just yell if you need anything.”
Starsky nodded and walked into the adjoining bedroom which
also doubled as Hutch’s greenhouse with a huge array of plants hanging from the
ceiling and sitting on specially built shelves along the wall. Hutch poured
himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter drinking it and
listening for any signs of distress from his partner. He didn’t have to wait
very long. Within a few minutes, he heard the soft, restrained sounds of
Starsky’s lingering grief. This time Hutch didn’t hesitate. He immediately went
to his partner’s side.
Starsky was lying on his right side, curled up in a fetal
position with his arms wrapped tightly around one of the two pillows on the
bed. His shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. Hutch sank down onto the bed
beside him and immediately reached out, wrapping his arms around the trembling
body and pulling Starsky close. With a strangled cry, Starsky rolled over in
Hutch’s arms so that he was facing the big blond, burying his face against his
friend’s broad, comforting shoulder.
“Why’d she do it, Hutch?” he whimpered in a broken voice
“What did I do wrong?”
“Oh, babe…” Hutch said, his own voice choked with emotion
as he reached out and gently ran his fingers through Starsky’s thick dark hair.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. She’s the one who got cold feet and didn’t even
have the guts to tell you to your face that she was calling off the wedding.”
“It hurts, Hutch. Oh, god…it hurts.” Starsky whimpered,
giving way to the tears and grief that overwhelmed him. He knew that he was
safe in Hutch’s arms. He could give vent to his emotions without any reservations
or shame. Hutch would understand just like he always did. With Hutch Starsky
could let down the wall that he had built around his emotions years ago when he
was just a terrified thirteen year old in a strange city thousands of miles
from home.
Hutch murmured soft words of comfort, as he continued to
pet the brunet soothingly, calming him with his touch. Finally, Starsky’s
breathing deepened and evened out as he fell into an exhausted slumber. Hutch
smiled faintly as he rested his cheek for a moment against the silky curls that
brushed against his face. Suddenly, Hutch was overwhelmed with an almost
irresistible urge to kiss Starsky, to love his pain away and prove to him
beyond any shadow of a doubt that there was someone in his life who loved him
the way he deserved to be loved. The thought was so profound that it drove
Hutch away from Starsky’s side and to his feet.
He stood beside the bed, staring at his peacefully
slumbering partner, trying to make some sense out of his own confused, racing thoughts.
He and Starsky had always been close, almost too close, sharing a bond unlike
any other. With a sharp intake of breath the realization slammed into Hutch
with the force of a wreaking ball that he didn’t just love Starsky like a
brother, he had fallen ‘in love’ with his very male partner.
Hutch had known since he was a teenager that he could be
attracted to men as well as women but he had always been too afraid to act on
his forbidden urges. It was easier to hide that part of his nature from himself
and concentrate on having a ‘normal’ relationship with the women in his life.
When John Blaine was murdered and the truth about his sexual orientation became
public knowledge, Hutch had been forced to acknowledge his own bi-sexual
tendencies. But, he was still too afraid to act on them.
He stumbled into the living room and slumped down on the
couch, frantically searching his mind, trying to pinpoint a time when his
feelings towards Starsky had changed. After much soul searching, he finally
concluded that it was during the period that they had both been involved with
Kira. In hindsight, Hutch suddenly realized that his own involvement with Kira
had little to do with the natural competitiveness between him and Starsky or
even his own feelings about Kira. He had been jealous of her, plain and simple.
He had wanted to break them up so he could have Starsky all to himself again.
The whole sordid affair had almost cost him his friendship with Starsky and had
seriously damaged the brunet’s trust and faith in Hutch. Hutch’s irresponsible
behavior had hurt Starsky deeply and it had taken a long time for the rift to
heal.
Hutch didn’t know how he was supposed to deal with his
newfound revelation. The two friends had always been exceptionally physical
with each other, touching each other on the arm or the back in passing, sharing
a hug freely and without shame when one of them needed it, caring for each
other when one of them was injured or sick. Sharing that touch had become
second nature to both of them through the years but the thought of touching
Starsky now sent alarm bells ringing in Hutch’s brain and made his cock twitch
with interest. He had to get a grip. Starsky was too perceptive, and he knew
Hutch much too well, not to notice any changes in Hutch’s normal behavior.
This was a problem that Hutch was going to have to deal
with on his own. The one person he normally would have gone to and talked
things out with was the one person he couldn’t talk to. Not about this. Somehow
it just didn’t feel right not being able to share something so important with
Starsky. But how was he supposed to tell Starsky about the sudden shift in his
feelings when he still didn’t understand it himself? Hutch sighed heavily as he
busied himself tending to some household chores to keep his mind from dwelling
on his problem. But even doing the mundane tasks weren’t enough to totally
occupy his mind. Unwelcome images of Starsky in various compromising positions
would creep into his brain without any warning.
He had just put a roast in the oven when he heard the first
stirrings coming from the bedroom. Starsky was awake and hunting through the
closet for something to wear. They both kept extra clothes at each other’s
apartments for times just like this. In a pinch, they were close enough in
build and height that they could wear each other’s clothes if need be, although
Hutch’s legs were longer than Starskys. A few minutes later, Starsky came
strutting into the living room, dressed in his usual attire; a faded blue tee
shirt and a pair of equally faded, skintight jeans that left little to the
imagination. Hutch felt the heat creeping in his face at the lecherous thoughts
that suddenly invaded his mind at the sight of his highly desirable partner.
Hutch pressed closer to the kitchen counter to hide the throbbing erection that
suddenly crowded his own jeans making them feel two sizes too small. He was
never going to be able to keep his feelings a secret from his partner.
As Starsky came up beside him, accidentally brushing
against Hutch’s arm as he reached over him to grab a glass from the kitchen
cabinet, Hutch turned on his heel and darted for the bathroom, slamming the
door closed behind him. He leaned his back against the door, trying to catch
his breath as he waited for his rebellious cock to get the message that it
wasn’t getting any action tonight. Finally, he managed to compose himself to
open the bathroom door. He was startled to find Starsky standing there, his
head cocked to one side as he looked at his partner closely, a puzzled expression
on his face.
“What’s wrong, Blondie?” He asked “That junk you eat
finally getting to ya?”
“Something like that, I guess.” Hutch said, ducking his
head to avoid looking into his partner’s eyes. He darted past his inquisitive
partner and back into the kitchen to check on the roast. Starsky slouched down
on the sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table, as he continued to steal
curious glances at his obviously agitated partner. Hutch knew from the
expression on Starsky’s face that it was going to be a long night. Starsky
already knew that something was on Hutch’s mind and he’d keep nagging Hutch
until he found out what it was. He kept busy in the kitchen to postpone
answering the questions that Starsky was sure to start asking.
After deliberately ignoring his friend for several minutes,
Starsky apparently decided it was time to take matters into his own hands.
Standing up, he crossed the room to where Hutch was fixing a salad to go with
their meal and leaned back against the counter beside him, crossing his arms
across his chest.
“Okay, Blondie. Spill it. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…other then this has been one hell of a day.” Hutch
said evasively. “I guess I’m just tired. That’s all.”
“Bull.” Starsky said decisively. “Try again, Blondie.”
“I should be asking you how you’re doing. You’re the one
that got left at the altar.” Hutch said trying desperately to steer the
conversation away from himself.
“I’ll survive.” Starsky said with a heavy sigh and a slight
shrug of his shoulders. For the first time, Hutch noticed the deep sadness and
pain mirrored in his partner’s sapphire eyes. Momentarily forgetting his own
raging hormones, Hutch reached out and wrapped his arms around his friend,
pulling him into a heartfelt hug.
“I’m here, babe.” Hutch said sincerely. “We’ll get through
this.”
“Let’s eat.” Starsky said “I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving.” Hutch chided him with a fond
grin. “But you’re gonna have to wait. The roast won’t be done for at least
another hour.” Pulling away from his partner’s embrace, Starsky opened the
refrigerator, rummaging for something to tide him over until their food was
finished. He pulled out a root beer and a cardboard carton of leftover Chinese
food. “Starsky…that stuff is at least three days old.” Hutch admonished him.
“So?” Starsky said, digging a fork out of the drawer. “I’m
hungry.” He looked at Hutch with those puppy dog eyes that usually got him his
way. “A man’s gotta eat.”
“Suit yourself. Just barf in the bathroom, not all over
me.” Hutch said with a chuckle.
“I’m not gonna barf.” Starsky said with a snort. He took a
huge bite of cold chicken fried rice and chewed it a few times before
swallowing. He washed it down with a long swallow of his root beer. He
contented himself with his snack for several minutes before glancing at Hutch
and saying, “So, when are you gonna tell me what’s got you so worked up?”
“Maybe you do.” Hutch said, wondering how Starsky would
react if he knew just how true that particular statement was.
“Is that why you popped a woody earlier when I touched
you?” Starsky asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Hutch’s face flamed red.
He should have known that Starsky had noticed. The man was too observant, he
never missed a thing.
“Hey, it’s been a while between dates, ya know?” Hutch said
trying to make a joke and failing miserably. “Even you’re starting to look good
to me, Gordo.”
Starsky burst out in laughter and swatted Hutch playfully
on the shoulder. “Well, personally, I always did like tall, leggy blondes but
they usually have a few more curves and slightly different plumbing if you
catch my drift.”
Hutch blushed furiously, silently cursing his Nordic
coloring. Starsky’s lighthearted bantering wasn’t any different from the way
they interacted every day. Hutch reminded himself that Starsky had no idea that
Hutch’s feelings had changed dramatically in just a few short hours. “Set the
table, will ya?” He said, hoping to distract Starsky from their current
conversation.
“Sure.” Starsky said, turning to open the cabinet behind
him to get the plates. For the moment anyway, the brunet seemed content to let
the subject of Hutch’s touchy mood drop. But Hutch doubted if he was off the
hook yet. Starsky never gave up that easily.
CHAPTER 3
The
two friends enjoyed their meal in silence, concentrating on eating. When they
were finished, Hutch put the dishes in the sink to wash later and they moved to
the couch. There was a ballgame on TV that kept Starsky distracted for the rest
of the evening offering Hutch a reprieve from Starsky’s questions. Hutch’s anxiety
mounted as it got closer and closer to bedtime. Hoping to avoid an awkward
moment, Hutch shoved himself to his feet and said, “I’m gonna take a shower.”
As he walked into the bathroom, he paused before shutting the door and said
nonchalantly, “Why don’t you take the bed tonight? I’ll sack out on the couch.”
He closed the door firmly before Starsky could respond.
Stripping off his clothes, Hutch
reached into the shower and turned on the water, adjusting it to a comfortable
temperature. Stepping beneath the spray, he turned his face up into the water
and closed his eyes, relaxing under the hot flow of water. He stayed in the
shower until the water started to run cold, then turned off the water and
stepped out. Grabbing a towel from the bar beside the sink, he dried off
briskly and wrapped the towel securely around his waist. Stepping over to the
sink, he brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth. Unable to postpone his time in
the bathroom any longer, he opened the door and stepped back into the living room.
He was surprised to find Starsky still sitting on the sofa obviously waiting
for him to finish his nightly ritual.
“What are you doing still up?
Monster marathon on tonight?” Hutch joked
“No, just the news.” Starsky said
“What’s with you tonight, Blondie? You’re acting like Sweet Willie with the
jitters.”
“What?” Hutch said, his tone turning
defensive, a dead giveaway that he was trying to hide something. “Just because
I offered to let you have the bed tonight?”
“Hutch, you know this couch will
wreck your back. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve shared the bed…its big
enough.” He grinned broadly “You don’t have to worry about me jumping your
bones. I already told you that you’re not my type.”
Hutch blushed and hung his head,
afraid that Starsky would read the truth in his eyes. Unless he wanted an
argument he was going to have to share the bed with Starsky. He just hoped he
didn’t do anything to embarrass himself. His emotions were too raw, too close
to the surface. If Starsky kept confronting him about his weird behavior, Hutch
was going to end up confessing his secret and he wasn’t ready to do that. Not
yet. He was still trying to come to terms with the sudden shift in his feelings
for Starsky.
“All right…all right.” Hutch said in
an exasperated voice, throwing up in hands in defeat. “We’ll share the bed if
that’ll make you happy.”
“Good. Then let’s hit the sack. I’m
beat.” Starsky said with a good natured chuckle. Walking over Hutch, he threw
his arm around the blond’s bare shoulders and led him towards the bedroom.
Hutch tried to ignore the warning signs from his cock at his best friend’s
touch. It was going to be a long sleepless night.
Starsky stripped down to his briefs
and slid under the sheet on the right side of the bed, automatically rolling to
his side, his preferred sleeping position. Hutch hesitated and then crawled in
on the other side of the bed, staying as close to the edge of the bed as he
could. He closed his eyes with a soft sigh, determined to go to sleep as
quickly as he could. He almost succeeded until Starsky shifted positions so
that he was lying up against Hutch from behind, one arm slung around his waist.
Starsky always had been more of a cuddler than Hutch. This wasn’t the first
time that he’d spooned up against Hutch’s back when they shared the same bed
but it view of Hutch’s newfound feelings towards his partner, having him
cuddled so close was driving Hutch’s hormones straight through the roof.
Self-consciously, Hutch tried to move away without waking his partner but stopped
when he felt Starsky’s arm tighten around him possessively.
“You ain’t going any place, pal.”
Starsky’s voice growled in his ear. “Not until you tell me what’s got you tied
into knots tonight.”
“Can’t we talk about this later?”
Hutch said trying to avoid having a heart to heart with Starsky. He knew that
he’d reveal too much and risk damaging his friendship with the brunet beyond
repair.
Hutch hissed in surprise as Starsky
moved his hand, rubbing his palm across Hutch’s chest. As his fingertips brushed
against one of Hutch’s nipples, the little nub of flesh immediately hardened
making Hutch jerk involuntarily in response.
Starsky chuckled deep in his throat
and whispered, his warm breath blowing against the back of Hutch’s neck
seductively, “What’s up, Blondie? Am I turning you on?”
In one swift movement, Hutch rolled
over to face his grinning partner, grabbing his wrists and flipping Starsky
onto his back. Leaning over him and breathing heavily through tightly clenched
teeth, Hutch pinned Starsky’s wrists over his head and hissed, “Don’t play
games with me, buddy…I’m not in the mood!”
“What are you in the mood for,
Hutch?” Starsky said. Although the question sounded innocent enough, Hutch
could see the mischievous gleam in those dark blue eyes. Hutch suddenly
realized that Starsky knew exactly what was on Hutch’s mind. He was so stunned
by the revelation that he released Starsky’s wrists and sat back on his heels,
staring at his friend in disbelief. In a quiet, barely audible voice, he said,
“You know.”
“Let’s just say I suspected as much.
I was just waiting to see how long it was gonna take you to say something.”
Starsky admitted
“Jesus, Starsky…” Hutch stammered
“I’m s.s.sorry. I don’t kn.kn.know what to say…”
“Hey, do you hear me complaining?”
Starsky said with a crooked smile. Before Hutch knew what was happening,
Starsky cupped his hands on either side of Hutch’s face and pulled him forward.
The brunet leaned up and their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss of discovery.
Shocked, Hutch didn’t respond at first. Starsky’s lips weren’t quite what Hutch
had expected, they were firm yet soft and warm, more demanding than a woman’s
mouth. When Starsky gently ran the tip of his tongue against Hutch’s bottom
lip, the blond instinctively opened his mouth so Starsky could deepen the kiss.
Hutch shuddered, finally snapping
out of his passive state, as Starsky’s tongue invaded his mouth, exploring
playfully, twisting and teasing. Grapping Starsky’s shoulders, Hutch returned
the kiss with an unbridled passion that surprised both men with the intensity
of Hutch’s desire. Starsky fell back on the bed, surrendering the dominant role
to his partner. Afraid that this might be the only opportunity he would get to
do what he wanted with the man lying beneath him, Hutch decided to take
advantage of the gift he was being offered.
Coming up for air, he looked deeply
into those sapphire eyes and whispered, “Let me love you, babe…let me show you
how much you mean to me…”
“I wasn’t planning on stopping you…”
Starsky whispered back, surprising Hutch with the frankness of his answer.
Those deep blue eyes were smoldering with an emotion that Hutch had seen
directed at Starsky’s women in the past but never at himself. It was unnerving
to say the least to be the target of such sharply focused lust and desire.
Letting his body take control, Hutch focused his own passion on the object of
his desire.
He moved his mouth to the side of
Starsky’s neck, sucking gently on the tanned skin, thrilled by Starsky’s soft
sounds of pleasure. He felt Starsky’s hands moving over the muscles of his back
in a soft caress, a lover’s caress. It felt strange and yet hauntingly familiar
at the same time. Hutch let his own hands drift over Starsky’s chest, feeling
the soft curls on Starsky’s torso twisting around his fingers. He found the
tiny hidden nipples and pinched them gently between his fingers, coaxing them
into hardness. He felt Starsky arch his back, offering more of himself to
Hutch.
Excited beyond belief, Hutch ran his
tongue down the side of Starsky’s throat to his collarbone, making the brunet
chuckle softly. He licked further down until his tongue brushed over one hard
little nub of flesh making Starsky gasp in surprise. Hutch felt Starsky’s
fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him close and holding him in place, as
Hutch sucked the nipple into his mouth. It didn’t take him long to discover
that Starsky’s nipples were highly sensitive and that the brunet liked having
them sucked. Hutch was more than happy to oblige just to be able to hear
Starsky’s deep moans of pleasure and to feel that strong, leanly muscled body
moving frantically beneath his hands.
Hutch groaned when he felt Starsky’s
erection rub against his own through the soft cotton of their briefs. He ground
his groin against Starsky’s in response, both of them moaning deep in their
throats as their lust mounted to a fever pitch. Hutch raised his head and
captured Starsky’s mouth again in a hungry, demanding kiss. Their movements
grew more frantic as they both desperately reached for completion. Starsky came
first with a yell of pleasure. Hutch followed within seconds, screaming
Starsky’s name as his own orgasm overwhelmed him. Both of them soaked through
their briefs, coating their skin with semen. Exhausted, they collapsed in each
other’s arms, long limbs tangled together, both of them breathing heavily as
they slowly came down from their sexual high.
“Thank you.” Hutch whispered in an
awed voice, brushing a gentle kiss across Starsky’s sweaty brow, as he rolled
onto his back.
“What for?” Starsky asked in a
puzzled voice as he curled up against Hutch’s side, resting his head on the
broad shoulder of his friend.
“For letting me love you.” Hutch
replied simply. “And not punching me out.”
“I wanted you to.” Starsky admitted
with a soft chuckle. “I’ve been thinking about us doing something like that for
a long time.”
“You have?” Hutch said in a
surprised voice, glancing quickly at his friend’s face and seeing the truth
reflected in those expressive eyes. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Yeah, right.” Starsky said with a
snort “What was I supposed to say, Blondie? Hey, Hutch…great bust…let’s go back
to your place and I’ll let you fuck me through the floor…”
“I guess you’re right.” Hutch
admitted with a rueful smile. “I’d have probably punched you and ran like
hell.”
“So, what made tonight different?”
“Hell if I know.” Hutch said “I was
watching you sleep earlier and I got this urge to kiss you and tell you how
much I loved you…to show you that you still had somebody that loved you.”
“Are you telling me that you never
thought about doing anything with me until today?”
“No, I’d be lying if I said that.
I’ve known for a long time that I could be attracted to men as well as
women…but you were always off limits. You were my best friend and I didn’t want
to do anything to screw that up.”
“I know what you mean. I didn’t want
to scare you off or make you think I was a pervert by telling you how I felt
about you.” Starsky said with a thin smile. “Especially when I made such an ass
out of myself after Johnny was killed and his secret came out.”
“So what now? Does this change
things between us?”
“Not unless you want it to.” Starsky
told him “I...uh…was kinda hoping we could do it again.”
“You mean you want us to be
lovers…not just a one time thing between friends?”
“Only if that’s what you want.”
Starsky said almost shyly, lowering his eyes to avoid looking at those ice blue
eyes that could see right through him.
“Yeah…that’s what I want too…” Hutch
said, realizing for the first that was exactly what he did want. He wrapped his
arms tightly around his partner, his best friend and his new lover. His last
thoughts as he drifted towards sleep was that they really should get cleaned up
but neither one of them had enough energy to take care of that right now. There
would be plenty of time to take care of that in the morning. They had the whole
day to explore this new turn in their relationship and make plans for the
future. He’d have to remember to send Jessica a thank you card.
THE END