Title: To Mend a Broken Heart
Author: Sparkle731
Type: Slash
Summary: After Terri’s tragic death, Starsky falls apart and Hutch is
the only one who can pick up the pieces again.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Starsky
and Hutch, just having fun with them for awhile.
Format: Story
Category: Starsky
angst, first time, Missing scene for Starsky’s Lady
Rating: NC-17
TO MEND A BROKEN HEART
By Sparkle731
David Starsky lay on top of the
blankets on his bed, staring at the hands on the clock sitting on his
nightstand as he watched the minutes tick by. It was almost
Because of the unique circumstances surrounding Terri’s death, Captain Dobey had put him on indefinite compassionate leave but as the days drug by without any relief from his pain, he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he would be expected to return to active duty. But he wasn’t ready yet and he didn’t know if he would ever be ready. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be a cop anymore. Terri had died because he was a cop and two years ago, so had two cops he didn’t even know at the hands of the same man who had shot her. The guilt of those three deaths, especially Terri’s, was tearing him apart inside.
More than once he had thought about putting an end to his own pain. It would be so easy. He had the means; one shot is all it would take. He knew how to do it so it would be fatal and wouldn’t leave him some kind of invalid because of a failed suicide attempt. The only thing that had stopped him from pulling the trigger so far had been the almost constant vigil of his partner and best friend, Ken Hutchinson. Hutch had literally moved in with him to keep an eye on him.
Even though he was grateful for Hutch’s companionship, even the tall blond couldn’t ease the torturous pain of his loss. Terri had been a very special lady and the one true love of his life. She had understood him in a way that no other woman ever had and she had accepted him the way he was. She had loved him unconditionally. She knew his strengths, she knew his weaknesses, and she didn’t expect him to change into someone he wasn’t. No other person in his life had ever loved him like that before except for his mother and Hutch. And unlike most of the other women in he’d dated in the past, Terri had understood and accepted his unique bond with Hutch. She knew that in order to be a part of his life, she had to love and accept Hutch too. And she had. And Hutch had loved Terri too, recognizing immediately that she was the one woman who could truly make his partner happy. His true soul mate, the woman who was destined to share his life and bear his children. When she died, a part of Starsky had died with her, along with his dreams and his hopes for their future.
Starsky could hear Hutch moving around in the kitchen and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted into the bedroom. He continued to lay there, too tired and exhausted both emotionally and physically to face another day. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before Hutch came into the bedroom and coaxed him out of bed. Then he would try to coax him into eating some breakfast, even though Starsky knew he’d never be able to keep it down if he did. He’d lost almost twenty pounds since Terri’s death, weight he couldn’t afford to lose from his already lean frame.
Even alcohol couldn’t numb his pain. He knew because he already tried that route. He drank until he passed out every night for almost two weeks after her death only to sleep restlessly for a couple of hours before waking up, sicker than a dog. Hutch had held him while he puked his guts out; tears streaming down his face, an emotional wreak who couldn’t get it together no matter how hard he tried. Finally, Hutch had emptied out all the alcohol in the house and refused to bring anymore into the apartment. At that point, Starsky was past caring, letting the tall blond dictate his actions and make his choices for him. It was easier than making them for himself.
There was a constant pain in his chest, an empty place where his heart used to be. A lump in his throat that never went away and felt like a rock whenever he swallowed. An ache deep inside of his body at night when he tried to sleep alone only to find himself reaching out for someone who was no longer there beside him. He was going crazy, a little at a time, his mind shattering into millions of little pieces that would never be put back together again.
He turned his head towards the doorway as Hutch came into the room. The tall blond smiled at his dark haired partner but received no answering smile from the smaller man. The sparkle was gone from those expressive sapphire eyes and had been replaced by a flat, expressionless gaze that unnerved Hutch. He didn’t know how to reach Starsky anymore, how to ease his pain, how to make him want to go on living without Terri by his side. But he had made a solemn promise to the petite little brunette to take care of Starsky and not to let him grief so much for her that he gave up on life and that was a promise that Hutch intended to keep somehow.
“Come on, Starsk.” Hutch said quietly “Why don’t you get up and take a shower before breakfast? I made pancakes and sausages….your favorite.”
“I’m not hungry.” Starsky muttered flatly, making no move to get out of the bed.
“You always say that.” Hutch told him lightly. “You still need to eat something.” He reached out and grabbed his partner’s hand, pulling gently to coax the resistant brunet out of bed. Sighing in resignation, Starsky swung his legs over the edge of the mattress and sat up on the edge of the bed. Hutch pulled him the rest of the way to his feet and steered him towards the bathroom to tend to his morning ritual. Hutch was deeply worried about his partner’s frame of mind. Starsky’s grief seemed to be intensifying instead of getting any better. Somehow, Hutch had to find a way to break through the walls that Starsky had put up between them since Terri’s death, the rigid control that he was keeping around his emotions. Hutch knew that if Starsky let go of his emotions, he would fall apart but at least then Hutch could start to pick up the pieces and put him back together again.
Sighing softly, Hutch waited until he heard the sound of the shower starting up, then he went back into the kitchen to finish breakfast. He tried to cook Starsky’s favorite foods to coax him into eating more but most of the time he was only partially successful. Starsky would eat a few bites and then run to the bathroom where he’d just throw it back up again. Lunch and supper would usually be more of the same, although in the evenings Starsky did seem to make more of an effort to keep the food down.
The two men had always been closer than brothers and able to help each other through all the emotional traumas that life seemed to throw at them. But not this time. This time, Starsky was deliberately shutting Hutch out and Hutch was beginning to wonder if Starsky was going to make it through this particular trauma in one piece.
Twenty minutes later, Starsky came out of the bathroom, his dark curls still wet from his shower. He had gotten dressed in a pair of old sweat pants and a faded tee shirt but he hadn’t shaved. The dark shadow on his face accented the sharpness of his cheekbones and the dark circles under his eyes. His normally olive skin tone was shallow and washed out, his tan starting to fade. He slumped down at the table and began pushing his food around on his plate, deliberately avoiding his partner’s concerned gaze. “Why don’t you go on to work, Blondie? I don’t need you to baby-sit me all day.” Starsky told him flatly, keeping his eyes on his uneaten food.
“I’m off until Monday. Remember?” Hutch said quietly “So it looks like you’re stuck with me for the day.”
“Terrific.” Starsky muttered sullenly. He wanted Hutch to leave so he could be alone and yet at the same time, he craved his company. Starsky was beyond the point of exhaustion from a lack of adequate sleep and his body was screaming for some rest but he fought the urge to give in. “Have it your way.” He shoved back from the table and stood up, stumbling over his own feet he was so tired. Automatically, Hutch bounced to his feet and reached out a hand to steady him but Starsky raised a hand to wave him away. He took two faltering steps towards the sofa and then collapsed to the floor as his body finally shut down.
Hutch ran to his side and gently rolled him over onto his back. From his deep even breathing, Hutch realized that Starsky was sleeping soundly, his exhausted body finally claiming the rest he had been denying it for too long. Sighing in relief, Hutch gently lifted him up into his arms, despite his back’s protest, and carried him back to his bedroom where he carefully laid him back onto the bed. Covering him with a light blanket draped over the foot of the bed, Hutch backed out of the room and closed the door partway to let him sleep.
He went back into the living room and slumped down on the sofa, leaning his head back against the cushions and closing his eyes. Hutch could feel the start of a tension headache building up behind his eyes. He knew he needed to get some sleep himself to keep it from turning into a full blown migraine but he wanted to stay alert in case Starsky woke up and needed anything. He knew that one of the reasons Starsky hadn’t been sleeping was because of the nightmares. Every since Hutch had known him, the dark haired detective had been plagued by nightmares. More than once he had called Hutch in the early morning hours and the blond had talked him down from a bad dream.
But there had also been times that Starsky had returned the favor when Hutch’s dreams had kept him from sleeping.
Hutch must have dozed off because he was startled awake by the sound of Starsky’s screams from the bedroom. Bounding to his feet, he ran into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, gathering the dark haired man into his arms to calm him down. Starsky clung to Hutch almost desperately, his fingers digging painfully into Hutch’s shoulders. Hutch rubbed soothing circles between the smaller man’s shoulder blades and talked to him in a gentle soothing voice.
“It’s okay, babe….I’m right here. It’s just a bad dream….that’s all. You’re okay now.”
The terror slowly faded from Starsky’s eyes as he collapsed in Hutch’s arms, his body trembling noticeably. “I want her back, Hutch…” he whimpered huskily, his voice broken and lost. “God, I just want her back!”
“I know, babe….I know.” Hutch said gently, his own voice breaking with emotion. “I wish I could bring her back for you but I can’t.”
A keening wail tore from the brunet’s throat, so full of pain and anguish that Hutch felt his own heart breaking in two. He tightened his embrace and began rocking gently back and forth on the bed, comforting Starsky the only way he knew how. Silent tears began to stream down the blond’s face as he shared Starsky’s pain with him.
“Why does everybody I love keep leaving me, Hutch?” Starsky whimpered in a tired, broken voice “Pop, Helen, Terri….even my own mother sent me away…” he raised his head to lock eyes with his partner, his own eyes pleading for answers “What did I do that was so bad that I lose everybody I love?”
“Babe, you didn’t do anything wrong….I don’t know why they had to die….God’s the only one that knows the answer to that.”
“There is no God…” Starsky said in a barely audible voice that sounded strangely flat, almost lifeless. “Or he wouldn’t have let some scumbag like Prudem murder Terri.”
“Oh, Starsk….you don’t mean that.”
“Yeah…I do.” Starsky insisted firmly in that same flat, dead voice. “There is no God…there is no heaven. There’s just hell here on Earth.”
“Why don’t you try to get some more rest, huh?” Hutch suggested trying to distract Starsky from his morbid thoughts. “I’ll stay right here beside you and keep away the bad dreams.”
“How long before I lose you too, Blondie?” Starsky murmured his voice heavy with weariness and defeat. “How long before some scumbag blows you away?”
“Ain’t gonna happen, Stark. Not as long as I got you watching my back.”
“It’ll happen….sooner or later….it always does….” Starsky said, his voice trailing off as he fell back to sleep still cradled in Hutch’s arms.
“Not if I can help it, buddy.” Hutch whispered into the soft curls nestled beneath his chin. “I’ll never leave you alone. I’ll always be here…me and thee.” He felt the tension slowly draining out of the smaller man’s body as he fell into a deep relaxing slumber.
This time Starsky’s rest was unbroken by nightmares and he slept for most of the day, finally awaking in the early evening. He was only mildly surprised to find himself still lying in Hutch’s arms, the tall blond sleeping peacefully beside him. For the first time in days, Starsky felt rested and more in control of his emotions. He lay there quietly, not wanting to awaken Hutch. He knew that the blond was badly in need of some uninterrupted rest too. As he lay there, Starsky let his thoughts drift back over the past few weeks. Like a scab that he kept picking at before it could heal, he kept replaying the events of Terri’s death over and over in his mind, reopening the wound time and time again. He couldn’t seem to stop himself no matter how hard he tried.
He felt Hutch’s stirring beside him as he started to wake up. Opening his eyes, Hutch smiled down at him and said softly “Hey….”
“Hey…”
“You feel any better?”
“No…not really.”
“How about we order a pizza? I’ll even get ‘em to put the whole junkyard on it just for you.”
“Gee…thanks, partner….” Starsky said with a ghost of his usual smile.
“Hey, what are friends for?” Hutch told him with a smile. Impulsively, he leaned down and kissed his partner on the forehead, letting his lips linger a little longer than necessary. He was totally unprepared for Starsky’s response to his simple gesture of affection. With a strangled sob from somewhere deep inside his chest, Starsky reached up and cradled Hutch’s face in his hands, pulling his head forward and kissing him on the mouth. His lips were soft and warm, yet firmer than a woman’s.
Starsky’s unexpected kiss sent a shiver of pleasure down Hutch’s spine and straight to his cock. At first, he was too stunned to react but then he came to his senses and gently pulled away. “Oh, babe…” he said gently as he ran his fingers through those thick silky curls “We can’t do this….”
“Why not?” Starsky demanded in a shaky, choked voice “I need somebody to love me, Hutch….the way you do. Someone who won’t leave me….”
“I won’t ever leave you, Starsk.” Hutch told him quietly “But we still aren’t doing this….” He quickly slipped out of bed and away from Starsky’s reach. His heart wrenched inside his chest as he watched a single tear slid down Starsky’s cheek before he curled up on his side in a fetal position with his back towards Hutch. The tall blond had loved Starsky for so long, it was hard for him to deny the brunet anything he wanted but he had to deny him this. It would be too easy to give Starsky what he needed, what he wanted, but in the end they would both be hurt and Hutch couldn’t allow that to happen. He hurried from the room before he could reconsider.
When the pizza arrived, Hutch walked back to the bedroom to find Starsky sitting up with his back leaning against the headboard and his arms wrapped around his bent knees, staring listlessly at nothing. “The pizza’s here.” Hutch told him
Slowly, Starsky turned his head to look at his partner with that same listless forlorn look that tugged at the big blond’s sensitive heart. “Don’t hate me, Hutch. Please don’t hate me….” He whispered “I won’t do it again….I promise.”
“Oh, Starsk….I could never hate you, Gordo….” Hutch reassured him in the gentle soothing voice he reserved solely for Starsky when he was in pain. A shaky smile pulled at his lips. “Let’s eat before the pizza gets cold.” He held out his hand to help Starsky up from the bed. After a moments hesitation, Starsky accepted his hand and let the tall blond pull him to his feet. Slinging his arm around the smaller man’s shoulders, Hutch gave him the physical contact he knew that Starsky was craving, the reassurance that he still had someone who cared deeply.
As they settled down on the sofa with the pizza sitting on the coffee table in front of them, Hutch was pleased to see that Starsky ate more than his usual amount and actually kept it down for a change. The dark haired detective seemed to be in a pensive mood, lost in his own thoughts. Hutch reached out and ran his fingers through those thick curls in a gentle caress that always seemed to comfort Starsky in the past. Starsky sighed softly and leaned his head into the touch. There seemed to be an electricity in the air between them, an undefined energy pulling them together.
Without even thinking about it, Hutch found his eyes drawn to Starsky’s mouth, those full cupid bow lips. He had always teased Starsky about being a lousy kisser when the truth was Hutch knew that Starsky was an excellent kisser. He’d seen him in action enough times with the different ladies he’d dated over the years. They had even shared the same woman a time or two. Unbidden, Hutch found his thoughts turning to the times the two of them had been involved in a threesome.
He remembered how much of a turn on it had been for him to watch Starsky in action. He was a skilled and considerate lover, attending to his partner’s needs until the woman would be begging him to take her. He had remarkable lasting power and could make love for hours, giving his partner multiple orgasms before taking his own pleasure.
More than once Hutch had found himself wondering what it would feel like to have that same intensity focused on him. He had never been sexually attracted to any man but his relationship with Starsky was so intertwined that he could imagine the two of them making love. After the kiss they had shared earlier Hutch knew that his thoughts were trending on dangerous ground.
Starsky was in pain and hurting emotionally, he was reaching out for the security of Hutch’s friendship and love, craving the big blond’s touch to ease his anguish. He was in a vulnerable position and it would be wrong to take advantage of that. Hutch was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of Starsky’s voice.
“Your thinking about what happened earlier aren’t you?” the brunet said softly, uncannily reading Hutch’s thoughts as he often did.
“Yeah….I guess I was…” Hutch admitted a flush creeping into his cheeks at his admission.
“I’m sorry, Hutch.” Starsky said sincerely, turning to lock sapphire eyes with crystal blue. “I told you I won’t do anything like that again….”
“What if I told you that I wanted you to?” Hutch whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them but as soon as he said them, he realized that they were true. He did want Starsky to kiss him again. He wanted to feel that same wild surge of pleasure that had swept through him at the touch of Starsky’s lips on his own that first time. He wanted to love Starsky until that unbearable pain faded from his eyes, to ease the grief that was slowly eating him alive.
Starsky looked at Hutch, his eyes unreadable, although his posture remained calm and relaxed. Then he reached out and gently ran his fingertips down Hutch’s cheek and said “Do you know what you’re asking, Blondie? If we cross that line there’s no turning back. Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Something in the tone of Starsky’s voice made Hutch realize that Starsky had been a man before sometime in his past. He was surprised to find himself feeling a pang of jealousy at the idea of another man touching Starsky’s body.
In spite of his reservations, he had to know for sure. Looking deeply into those sapphire blue eyes that seemed to see right into his very soul, Hutch whispered “You’ve been with a man before haven’t you, Starsk?”
“Once….a long time ago when I was young and stupid.” The smaller man said softly “It was a long time before I ever met you.”
“In Viet Nam?” Hutch asked quietly. The subject of Starsky’s time over there was off limits. It was the one area of his past they had never talked about. Starsky nodded slightly without answering directly. He sighed softly and seemed to make a decision. Turning his head to gaze across the room, he said,
“Things were different over there…..it was another world. There’s was so much death…all around you….” He sighed heavily “Sometimes you just needed somebody to connect with to remind you that you were still alive….someone who understand what you were going through…..and sometimes things got out of hand…went farther than you intended for them to go.” He looked back at Hutch, his eyes pleading for understanding “It was only one time….and it never went any farther than a few kisses and a blow job…”
“Starsk, it’s okay…I understand.” Hutch told him gently “I can’t pretend to understand what it was like over there….how lonely and scared you must have been.”
“Hutch….I’ve never had the connection with anyone else the way I do with you.” Starsky said “I’ve never wanted to be with another man…not like that…” He paused as he struggled to put his thoughts into words “But you’re the only one who has always been there for me…no matter what…I can always count on you to pick up the pieces. I know that I love you and you love me….I can’t even imagine my life without you in it.”
“I feel the same way about you, babe…” Hutch told him, his voice cracking with emotion.
“Terri knew….she knew how much you meant to me and she was okay with that. She’s the only woman who ever was.” He choked back his tears as he said Terri’s name.
“I know, buddy….I know.”
“She was my only chance, Hutch at having it all. A home, a family, a couple of kids, my job and you.” Tears began to run down his cheeks as his emotions finally overwhelmed him and he was unable to go on. Hutch reached out and put his arm around his shoulders, pulling him close as Starsky began to cry. The smaller man clung to him like a child letting Hutch soothe the pain away with gentle caresses and tender words.
Starsky raised tear filled eyes to his partner and whispered “Love me, Hutch….please love me….make it go away….”
Unable to deny Starsky any longer, Hutch tilted his head and kissed the dark haired man. Their mouths melted together, sending shockwaves of forbidden pleasure through both of them. A fierce hunger and desire drove them on as they crossed the one boundary they had never breeched before. When he felt Starsky’s tongue swipe across his bottom lip, Hutch opened his mouth willingly giving him silent permission to deepen the kiss. Their tongues met, teasing and exploring, as they discovered each other’s unique taste.
Hutch could feel the heat of Starsky’s body beneath his hands and, as if they had a will of their own, his fingers fumbled with the buttons on Starsky’s shirt. Pulling open the shirt, he let his fingers wander through the fur that covered his friends chest and stomach. Starsky moaned softly, leaning into his touch, his heart pounding frantically in his chest as the big blond’s caresses aroused him almost immediately. Hutch felt Starsky’s nipples harden as he brushed his fingers across them. Hutch’s own breathing deepened as his cock responded to the unexpected pleasure of kissing and touching his male partner.
He felt Starsky’s hands fumbling with the buttons on Hutch’s shirt, then his hands were on the blond’s smooth almost hairless chest. The temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees as they continued to kiss each other and explore the other man’s body with gentle, tender caresses. Hutch gently eased Starsky backwards until he was lying on the sofa covered by the larger man’s body. Their hips rocked against each other, their erections both noticeable even through the thick denim of their jeans. Finally, they had to come up for air.
Staring deeply into Starsky’s eyes which were dark with desire and need, Hutch leaned up and reached for the smaller man’s belt, his eyes asking silent permission to continue. Starsky nodded in silence and arched his hips, offering himself to the blond.
Breathing heavily, Hutch unfastened Starsky’s belt and unsnapped the button on his jeans. Slowly, he pulled down the zipper exposing the black bikini briefs Starsky was wearing and the waiting bulge between his legs. Hutch stood up just long enough to pull the skin tight blue jeans off the firm muscular legs, tossing them to the floor. Hutch quickly pulled off his own corduroy pants, feeling the intensity of Starsky’s gaze on his body as he undressed.
Hutch’s white boxers were tented out with his erection, a spot of moisture visible on the front of his shorts from his weeping cock. He watched in fascination as Starsky’s cock responded to his lingering gaze, tenting out the front of Starsky’s own briefs. Even as Hutch’s hands moved to the waistband of his shorts to remove his last article of clothing, Starsky’s hands were moving to do the same. Then both men were nude, their equally intense gazes admiring the other one’s body.
Starsky’s body was compact and lean, the muscles well defined with flat abs and muscular legs. A soft covering of fur covered his chest and stomach, a thin line tapering down to his groin, disappearing into the thick wiry patch of dark curls at the base of his cock. He was well endowed, his cock only slight smaller and thinner than Hutch’s. And he was circumcised where Hutch was uncut, the head of his cock smooth and soft, already leaking fluid from the tiny slit. His heavy balls hung between his legs, the sack covered with a soft coat of dark hair.
Hutch was a complete contrast, light where Starsky was dark. His muscles were just as well defined with the same flat abs but his chest was smooth and appeared to be almost hairless, unless you looked close enough to see the spattering of light golden hairs.
His cock was thicker and longer than Starsky’s, the skin tone lighter than the golden tan that covered the rest of his body. His heavy balls swung between his legs, covered by the same light spattering of blond hairs. His legs were long, muscular and well shaped, a runners legs.
Both men had seen each other naked more times then they could count through the years, they shared an easy familiarity with each other’s bodies and neither one of them had ever been shy about being nude around the other one. But, they had never examined each other’s body with the open scrutiny of a lover before the way they were both doing now. Hutch took a step closer to Starsky and reached out to gently wrap his fingers around his partner’s throbbing erection. Starsky gasped at the first touch of the big blond’s hand on his cock, closing his eyes to relish the sensations rippling through his body.
“Tell me how you like it.” Hutch whispered, focusing his attention on Starsky’s face, watching the pleasure that swept over the beloved features. He began to fondle the velvet steel of Starsky’s cock with long easy strokes.
“Harder…” Starsky gasped out, his body arching up into the touch as desire and need consumed every part of his being. His body trembled with pleasure as his hips began to rock involuntarily in time to Hutch’s stokes. “Goddd….Huuuuutch….” he moaned as he felt the pressure building up inside of him.
Hutch smiled faintly, feeling a surge of pride that he could give Starsky this kind of pleasure. This was the one thing they had never shared with each other, the only thing they had never given the other one freely until now. Starsky’s moans and other sounds of pleasure were as arousing to Hutch as the act of sex itself. His own cock responded accordingly and he knew that he was close to the edge, ready to cum without Starsky even touching his aching erection. Needing to do more to pleasure Starsky, he leaned forward and let his tongue swipe around the ridge surrounding the crown of the curly haired man’s cock. Starsky yelped in surprise, his body jerking in response, as his fingers reached out and tangled in Hutch’s hair, holding him close.
Hutch could smell the familiar musky odor of Starsky’s sex, a heady aroma that went straight to his head. It was mixed with the other familiar scents that Hutch associated with the man: a trace of Sandlewood from his aftershave, the fresh clean scent of his soap, the faint aroma of strawberry from his shampoo, all combined with a unique scent that belonged to Starsky alone. Before he could reconsider what he was doing, Hutch opened his mouth and took Starsky’s organ into his mouth.
Starsky strangled cry of pure pleasure filled the air as Hutch ran his tongue along the thick vein in the back of his cock, pausing to pay special attention to the scar on the ridge around the head. He could taste the salty, slightly bitter taste of the pre-cum that leaked from the slit in the center of the crown. After a few minutes of experimentation, Hutch settled into a comfortable rhythm that Starsky obviously enjoyed from his frenzied movements and throaty sounds of pleasure.
Suddenly, Starsky screamed out Hutch’s name as he thrust his hips forward, his entire body growing tense. Hutch felt the hot thick liquid flooding his mouth as Starsky spiraled over the edge into his orgasm. Unaccustomed to the texture or the taste, Hutch swallowed Starsky’s offering as best he could but some seeped out of his mouth to splatter on Starsky’s stomach and thighs. He continued to milk the softening organ dry until Starsky’s hiss of breath alerted him to gently release the oversensitive head. Starsky had collapsed back against the cushions on the sofa, his eyes closed and breathing heavily, his muscles still quivering as he slowly came down from his sexual high. For the first time, Hutch realized that his own orgasm had overtook him at the same time Starsky had cum, mixing their cum together on Starsky’s lower body.
Hutch stumbled to his feet and made his way to the bathroom, returning with a warm wet washrag. Starsky’s eyes opened when he felt Hutch washing him gently. He looked at the tall blood, his eyes filled with love and devotion as he freely gave his heart to his partner for safe keeping. Hutch glanced at him with a fond smile, his own eyes filled with the same love and devotion as he entrusted his heart to his best friend and new lover. Holding out his hand, he helped the shaky brunet to his feet. Wrapping his arm around the slender waist, he said “Let’s go to bed. I wanna wake up with you in my arms tomorrow morning….and every morning for the rest of my life.”
“Me too, babe….” Starsky said with a crooked smile. “Me too…” Wrapped in each other arms, the two men took their first steps into their future together as lovers and as soul mates.
THE END