Ambiguity

You know these guys, they always leave you guessing.

“Say, whaddya want tonight, Blondie, top or bottom,” Starsky asked as he sat down to take off his sneakers.

“Oh, you know my back is acting up, Starsk. Bottom, I suppose.” Hutch grimaced as he bent to unlace his shoe.

“That suits me, buddy.” Starsky reached over and gave Hutch’s sore back a gentle pat, a down payment on one of those wonderful back rubs Hutch always looked forward to.

“I might need some help with my shoes and pants, here.” Hutch slowly straightened up slowly and groaned.

“I’ll help you with anything you want, sweetheart,” Starsky said, wiggling his brows.

“Shoes will be good to start with.” Starsky knelt down in front of his partner and pulled off his shoes and socks.

“Now lift up your butt,” he ordered, pulling off Hutch’s pants.

“Now, lay down on that bed, on your belly, because you’re getting my special treatment tonight, kiddo.”

Hutch chuckled. “I certainly hope so, I could use it.”

“Tough day, huh?” Starsky asked, rubbing his hands together to warm them. “Where’s that oil I use on you?”

“In my suitcase, still, I think,” replied Hutch, muffled by a pillow.

“I’ll get it. You lay there and think good thoughts.” Hutch heard Starsky dig through his clothes and sighed. “I should have unpacked.”

“Why, it’s only a fishing trip, we’re not gonna embarrass the fish with a few wrinkles.” Starsky came back with the small bottle of massage oil he’d been looking for.

“True.” Hutch groaned as warm hands began to work the knotted muscles of his back.

“God, there’s nothing better than getting those kinks worked out,” he muttered softly.

“I hope I’m not working out all of them,” Starsky teased as he continued the massage. He enjoyed feeling his partner relax and enjoy his attentions.

“That enough?” he finally asked, noticing that Hutch was breathing evenly.

“Ready for beddy-bye now?”

“Yeah, thanks buddy.” Hutch smiled faintly into the pillow under his cheek.

“Okay, sleep tight babe.” Starsky stood up and began to undress.

“Starsk?”

“What?” Starsky paused in the middle of taking off his shirt.

“Next time we rent a cabin, no bunk beds, okay?”

“Definitely, babe, definitely.”

The End