SECRET FANTASIES

(Hutch's POV)

I was sitting at the bar sipping at a beer when I looked up and saw him saunter into the room like he owned the place. I instantly felt a tightening in my crotch as I let my eyes wander over the thick dark curls, the ruggedly handsome features with the olive complexion, and the lithe, muscular body. He had a cocky strut to his step that seemed to draw every eye in the room, male and female.

His clothes made him look like a reject from the homeless mission down the street but somehow, the style seemed to fit him. The dark blue tee shirt clung to his torso, outlining the well defined abs and flat stomach. The faded jeans were almost white and looked as soft as butter. And that ass! Oh, God…that ass. An ass like that should have been against the law in a pair of jeans that tight. I mentally ordered my rebellious cock to behave. This was no time to let my hormones take control.

I sighed heavily as he disappeared into the crowd and I turned my attention back to my beer. It was just as well I supposed. A man like that was probably straight as an arrow anyway. If I tried to make a pass at him, I'd probably get a punch in the nose for my efforts. But still, I could dream. Couldn't I? And when I got home, I was going to get well acquainted with my right hand.

(Starsky's POV)

I stepped through the door to the bar and paused to let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. I spotted him sitting at the bar immediately. A blond god. A living, breathing angel. I tried not to be too noticeable as I let my hungry gaze sweep over the target of my desire.

Tall and slender, with legs that seemed to go on forever. Silky blonde hair, carefully cut and styled. Classic handsome features that should be gracing the cover of GQ magazine. He was dressed casually in a pair of blue jeans and a light blue tee shirt but he still managed to give off the impression of class and breeding.

I put a bit more swagger to my step than usual as I walked across the room, hoping to catch his eye. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen by at least ten degrees and my heart was pounding like crazy. Other parts of my anatomy were up to other things. My cock felt strangled, trapped in the confines of my skin tight jeans.

I sighed heavily as I blended in with the crowd and found a spot along the wall where I could hide and still watch the gorgeous blond that had turned my world upside down. I tried to convince myself that it didn't matter. A man like that was probably straight as an arrow anyway. If I tried to make a pass at him, I'd probably get a punch in the nose for my efforts. But still, I could dream. Couldn't I? And when I got home, I was going to get well acquainted with my left hand.