SECRETS

Hutch is always there for Starsky when he needs him

David Starsky sighed heavily as he rolled over in bed and tried to find a comfortable position. His date earlier that evening hadn’t gone as planned. His current lady, Rebecca, had broken up with him unable to cope any longer with the erratic hours he worked and the broken dates. It wasn’t the first time a woman had broken up with him for the same reason but it still hurt the brunet’s feelings.

He heard the front door open and the sound of footsteps coming towards his bedroom. He smiled faintly in the darkness as he felt the mattress shift as his partner, best friend, and occasional lover, Ken Hutchinson, slipped into the bed beside him. Starsky turned, seeking out the big blond’s comforting embrace.

“How’d you know?” Starsky whispered, not questioning his partner’s appearance just when he needed him the most.

“I just had a feeling that you needed me.” Hutch said quietly, nuzzling his lips against the smaller man’s neck. Starsky sighed in contentment as he leaned against the hard warm body beside him. Somewhere between the front door and Starsky’s bed, Hutch had shed his clothes, his heavy cock nestling against Starsky’s groin. “Let me take care of you, the way I always do.”

At times like this Starsky couldn’t help but feel that he was using his friend to ease his own pain and guilt. Hutch was always there when Starsky needed him, never asking for more than what they already shared. And Starsky would selfishly take what Hutch offered, the love and the passion that made him forget for a little awhile about another failed relationship. Then he would move on to the next woman that came along and leave Hutch behind until the next time.

Hutch’s hands caressed Starsky’s body, his fingers running through the fur covering the brunet’s chest, seeking out and finding the tiny brown nipples. Rolling the nubs of flesh between his fingers, Hutch smiled when he felt them harden beneath his touch. Hutch lived for times like this, times when he knew that Starsky belonged to him and him alone. He had fallen in love with his partner years ago, waiting patiently on the sidelines for times like this when Starsky needed him this way. He never asked for more than Starsky was willing to give him. He never expected more than what he already had.

He knew that Starsky still held on to his dream of having a wife and a houseful of kids someday, the one thing he could never have with Hutch if they ever publicly acknowledged their sexual relationship.

But, it still hurt to see Starsky getting hurt time and time again by the women he cared about, women who ended their relationship because they couldn’t deal with loving a cop. Hutch hadn’t done much better in his choice of women but at least he was honest enough to admit to himself that most of his female lovers were just one night stands and nothing more. He had given his heart to his more outgoing partner years ago and there was nothing left to give to anyone else.

Starsky moaned softly, his fingers twisting in Hutch’s hair, holding him close, as Hutch’s mouth closed over a nipple, suckling and licking gently. He felt himself growing hard, his cock aching with desire. Hutch’s cock hardened in response, the two cocks rubbing enticingly against each other as the two men ground their groins together.

“Easy, baby…easy…” Hutch murmured, shifting his hands to hold Starsky’s hips, controlling the frantic bucking of the smaller man’s loins. “I got ya…I got ya.”

“Pleaseee…” Starsky moaned, tossing his head from side to side. “I need you, Blondie…I need you…”

“I know. I know.” Hutch cooed softly. “I’m here.” He moved one hand to the shaft of his partner’s heavy cock, stroking firmly as his thumb rubbed over the velvety soft head that was already leaking pre-cum.

“Aagghhh….” Starsky cried out as a wave of pleasure swept over him, arching his back and blatantly offering himself to his partner. He looked at Hutch, his sapphire eyes dark with longing and whispered “I need you to fuck me, babe. I need to feel you inside of me.”

Hutch’s eyes widened in wonder. Usually Starsky was the one on top. He had only offered himself a few times over the years, times that Hutch cherished above all. In a choked voice, Hutch whispered, “Roll over, baby. Let me make you fly.”

Starsky rolled over onto his stomach, cradling his head on his crossed arms and closing his eyes, trusting Hutch to make the pain go away, at least for tonight. He heard the sound of the nightstand drawer opening and knew that Hutch was reaching for the tube of lube Starsky kept there. A warm hand settled on his inner thigh, gently moving his legs wider apart. He felt the mattress shift as Hutch positioned himself behind him, then that warm wet mouth was on his ass, a tongue snaking down between the crack towards his hidden center.

Starsky moaned deep in his chest when he felt that mouth settling against his asshole, licking gently, teasing him as only Hutch could do. No other man had ever touched him there, no woman had either, and nobody else ever would except for Hutch. The big blonde was the only person Starsky would ever submit to so completely. He knew that Hutch would take his time preparing him before he got down to the main event. Since Starsky rarely bottomed, it was always a tight fit and meant some pain initially. But once that barrier was breeched, the feeling was incredible, unlike anything Starsky had ever known with any of his other lovers. It was well worth the time it took getting there.

Starsky wiggled his hips, his rock hard erection rubbing against the mattress beneath him, as Hutch’s tongue continued to tease his opening, relaxing it and seeking entrance. He hissed in pleasure as he felt a blunt fingertip probing, searching, then finally slowly pushing past the resistant muscle. Hutch gently moved his finger in and out of the channel, carefully stretching out the muscle and sending tingles of pleasure throughout Starsky’s groin, straight to his aching cock.

“Now, babe! Now!” Starsky demanded, bucking his hips frantically as his body demanded more stimulation.

“Soon, lover…soon.” Hutch whispered, “You’re not ready yet.” He knew Starsky’s body as well as he knew his own. He knew how much stimulation Starsky needed before he could willingly accept Hutch’s cock without resistance and he would not attempt penetration until then. As always, Starsky’s needs and his desires were foremost in Hutch’s mind above his own. This was a gift that Hutch accepted with the utmost respect and gratitude. He would not spoil it for either of them by rushing things.

He carefully slipped in a second finger, stretching the muscle wider and wiggling his fingers to increase the stimulation. Starsky yelped and pushed back against Hutch’s hand, forcing him in deeper. A thin sheen of sweat covered the olive toned skin and the scent of Starsky’s arousal hung heavy in the air. Hutch slid his free hand underneath the fur covered belly and grasped the weeping cock firmly, adding additional stimulation to Starsky’s rapidly overloading system.

By the time Hutch inserted a third finger, Starsky was almost incoherent with need, whimpering and moaning as his body writhed beneath the big blond. Moving his fingers deeper, Hutch sought out the spot deep inside of Starsky that he knew would send him closer to the edge and make him fly. Starsky screamed out his name in a strangled voice when Hutch found it, rubbing against the spot firmly a few times before slowly withdrawing his fingers.

Pausing to control his own erratic breathing, Hutch gently positioned his cock against the tiny opening and pressed forward. He felt Starsky’s body tighten as the head of his cock pushed past the resistant outer muscle. Starsky hissed in pain, his body instinctively clamping down on the intruder and trying to push him back out. Hutch didn’t move, waiting for the muscles to relax and accept the thickness and bulk of his cock.

Starsky’s breathing deepened as he waited out the pain as his body tried to reject the intrusion. Finally the burning stinging sensation eased and his muscles released their grip on Hutch’s cock, allowing it to slip forward a little more. Slowly, inch by inch, Hutch’s cock slipped in deeper until Starsky felt the heavy balls brushing against his ass.

The pain changed to pure pleasure as Hutch began to move, his heavy cock brushing against Starsky’s prostate with each forward thrust.

Starsky’s cries of pleasure filled the air as he felt himself flying, overwhelmed by sensations of pleasure so intense it was unbelievable. He felt himself falling closer and closer to the edge until his body exploded, shattering into a million pieces. He screamed Hutch’s name as his cum soaked the bed beneath him. The contractions of his muscles pulled Hutch over the edge with him and the big blond exploded deep inside his partner’s body.

Both men collapsed to the bed, breathing heavily, their hearts pounding frantically as they floated on the afterglow of their explosive orgasms. Starsky leaned heavily against Hutch’s side, his head resting on the broad shoulder as he waited for his heartbeat and breathing to return to normal. It didn’t get much better than this. His eyes closed as he drifted into a peaceful, relaxed sleep, cuddled up beside his partner and best friend.

Sleep didn’t come so easily to Hutch. He lay there, his arm wrapped protectively around his partner and stared into the darkness. He longed to share this feeling with Starsky all the time, to wake up with the curly haired imp in his arms each morning but he knew that was impossible. Hutch dared not ask for more than what Starsky was willing to give him. He couldn’t take the risk of losing the one person he loved more than anyone or anything else in the world. Finally, he fell into a restless slumber.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee awoke Hutch the next morning. Without opening his eyes, he reached out towards Starsky’s side of the bed but it was empty. Apparently, Starsky was already up. As the fog lifted from his mind, Hutch heard the sound of the shower running. Grinning, Hutch slipped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, easing open the door without a sound.

Starsky jumped, startled when Hutch pulled open the shower curtain and grinned at him. “Want some company?” the big blond asked, letting his eyes drift over the compact muscular body in front of him.

Starsky grinned back and moved forward, closer to the spray, so that Hutch could step into the shower stall behind him. He leaned his hands against the side of the stall as he felt Hutch’s hands slipping around his waist, then sliding lower to fondle his heavy genitals. He moaned as his cock immediately responded, leaping to attention, and begging to be touched.

Hutch chuckled “You’re insatiable.” He whispered, as he began to stroke the thick cock slowly, yet firmly.

“Only when it comes to you.” Starsky gasped, “I need you, Hutch…I’ll always need you.”

“Until the next pretty lady comes along and catches your eye.” Hutch said ruefully, pumping harder, determined to bring Starsky to the edge as quickly as possible.

“You sound jealous…” Starsky gasped, starting to lose his concentration as the sensations overtook him.

“Maybe I am.” Hutch admitted, tightening his grip on the cock in his hand. “What if I was? Would it make a difference?”

Starsky’s only response was a strangled sound halfway between a whimper and a moan as his pleasure mounted. His hips began to buck involuntarily as he spiraled towards the edge, ready to explode. The air hissed through his teeth as his body tightened and then jerked, as his cum sprayed against the wall in front of him. He felt Hutch’s arms tightening around his waist, holding him upright as his knees threatened to buckle beneath him.

Finally regaining his composure, he straightened up and turned to face his partner. Cupping the bristly cheek in his hand, he looked deeply into those ice blue eyes that gazed back at him inquisitively. “Are you jealous, Hutch?” he asked quietly. “You’ve never been before.”

“Maybe I just never said anything before.” Hutch admitted with a sigh, lowering his eyes and releasing Starsky from his embrace. His heart pounded frantically in his chest as he waited for Starsky’s reaction to his admission.

“Why not?”

“What would be the point? You made it clear a long time ago how you felt about this part of our relationship. We were just fuck buddies, nothing more.”

“Until now. Right?” Starsky asked, his eyes gazing intently at his forlorn partner.

“What are you trying to say, Hutch? That you want more than what we have right now?”

“It doesn’t matter if I do.” Hutch said tightly, stepping out of the shower stall and wrapping a towel around his waist. “You don’t.” He disappeared into the bedroom before Starsky could respond.

Starsky immediately followed Hutch into the other room without bothering to grab a towel for himself. Starsky found him standing by the window, gazing outside, his body language clearly sending out ‘do not trespass’ signals. In spite of the set of Hutch’s shoulders, Starsky closed the distance between them and slipped his arms around the big man’s waist.

“Oh, babe…” he said softly “Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Starsk.” He said with a trace of bitterness creeping into his voice. “There’s not much point, is there?”

“Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” Starsky said, “Maybe my feelings have changed too. Did you ever think about that, huh?”

Hutch slowly turned around, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Have they? Do you want more than this, buddy?” he asked sarcastically. “Are you ready to tell the world that we’re lovers and that we have been for years? Are you ready to face the truth? About you, about me, about us?”

“I love you.” Starsky said simply. “You mean more to me than what anybody else thinks about us.”

“I want you, Starsky.” Hutch admitted. “I don’t want to share you anymore.”

“Is that some kind of proposal?” Starsky said with a grin. “You gonna ask me to wear your ring? Give me your letter sweater?”

“I’d ask you to marry me if I could.” Hutch said seriously, baring his soul to his partner and lover.
Starsky took a deep breath before answering. “I want more than this too, Hutch.” He admitted. “I’ll never find another woman like Terry…a woman I could have settled down with and been happy. A woman who could have accepted the way things were with us…” He turned aside as he tried to collect his scattered thoughts. “I’m getting too old to keep playing around the way I have been. I wanna settle down, have somebody to come home to each night. You’re the only person who’s always been there for me, Hutch, no matter what.” He turned back to face his lover. “I guess what I’m trying to say here is…I’m all yours if you want me, Blintz. For better or for worse…the whole bit…for the rest of our lives.”

A stunned expression crossed Hutch’s face, hope and delight, mixed with doubts about the sincerity of Starsky’s admission. Slowly, he reached out for the smaller man and pulled him close. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against Starsky’s mouth, his tongue demanding entrance, as they shared their first real kiss. Overwhelmed by the newfound feelings washing over them, they fell back onto the bed, lost in each other’s kiss, as they both discovered the love they had been seeking all of their lives. In that moment of clarity, they both knew they’d found their true soul mate and that, together, they would overcome any obstacle that life threw their way. Me and Thee, the way it had always been and always would be.