Innuendo

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During the Pilot, Starsky & Hutch have an important discussion.

 

This story was first published in the zine, Here With You, a Tribute to Kaye Austen Michaels.

Takes place during The Pilot

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“How’d it go with Cindy last night?”

“Acceptable, acceptable. You still seein’ whatshername?”

“Sure. Still seeing whatshername. Took her to the watchamacallit; gave her my thingamajig.”

Starsky chuckled aloud along with Hutch at his “thingamajig” comment.

He thought about his statement earlier: Comin’ down to see you sweat is not the high point of my day.

It actually was, but Hutch didn’t need to hear that. Especially in a room full of other men.

As their day got weirder, they switched cars so that whoever it was trying to kill them realized they had missed. But something had gotten under Hutch’s skin…or his brain.

“It’s like…when I was married. Nancy and I would go out and we’d leave the house…she’d go running back, sure she left the water running or something.”

Starsky smiled inside as he realized that for the first time in almost two years, Hutch had brought up Vanessa’s pet name and without the rancor that was usually in his partner’s voice.

Once he’d asked Hutch why he called Van “Nancy”, and Hutch told him that was his pet name for her.

Everyone called her Van, and he wanted to use something different, so Van had become Nan-which she hated-so Hutch expanded it to Nancy.

No one else called her that. Until she filed divorce papers. After that, it was plain Van or Vanessa.

To hear him call his ex ‘Nancy’ again meant that Hutch had finally set her into the corner of his mind where lay memories of things that couldn’t hurt him anymore.

And why not? They were unlikely to see each other again. Hutch told him after the divorce hearing that she was talking about taking a job as a globe-trotting jewelry rep. Something that would make her self-serving and greedy heart happy, thought Starsky at the time.

He was just surprised to hear her name. He’d almost forgotten about the green-eyed siren that had bewitched his partner so many years ago, when the two were in college. Or maybe it was his heart that had forgotten. The heart that was jealous that Hutch had a long-term relationship with a female.

Not with him.

“You know what she said about us once, Starsk?” Hutch’s question broke Starsky’s reverie.

“Us? What-that we were screwing each other behind her back?” Starsky snorted, being sarcastic. It was the first thing that popped out of his mouth, since the last though he had was about being jealous of Van making love to Hutch, and not him.

Hutch looked straight ahead. “Basically, yeah.”

Starsky was startled. Are my feelings for Hutch really that apparent? “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Why the hell would she think that?”

But there was no answer from the driver’s seat.

They continued to drive and watch over their beat in silence. Speaking only when the job required.

And the subject was dropped.

Hutch stopped his car outside his apartment at the end of their shift. Starsky approached after parking the Torino, and leaned in to talk to Hutch. Looking straight ahead, Hutch finally spoke of the subject that had added to the tension in their partnership that afternoon.

“Nancy thought you and I were ‘fuck buddies’. So many times she accused me of loving you more than her. She was jealous of the amount of time we spent together. She even threatened to have you named as a party in the divorce-on adultery charges.”

“Van said that?”

“Yeah, when she was angry, she could be real foul-mouthed.”

“No, I’m not surprised she said that, but that she said it.”

Starsky continued. “I mean, what ever gave her the idea? Did you…ever say…” he paused, almost hopefully. “…anything or give her any ideas, or…”

“Indication?” Hutch finished for him. “Not that I’m aware of. She could be very vicious in her accusations.”

“Oh.” Starsky’s burgeoning hope sunk, thinking that Hutch thought being accused of being physically attracted to other men, was “vicious.”

But Hutch turned to look at him. “Just ‘Oh’? You sound almost downhearted?”

Starsky thought about it for a minute or two. What the hell, he’d go for it. “Huh? No, but… Hutch, do you really think that being attracted to me would be a bad thing?”

“Do you think this is really a conversation we should be getting started here?”

“You’re right.” Starsky knocked on the passenger door. “Let’s go up, have a beer, and talk about it.” Meaning he hoped that Hutch was thinking along the same lines he was.

Once inside Starsky’s apartment, both men grabbed a beer and sat down on the couch next to each other, sipping their beers and gathering their thoughts.

Hutch put his beer down. “Starsky, do you really…”

“Hutch, I gotta…”

“Go ahead,” offered Hutch.

“No, you go.”

Hutch looked down at his hands, which were resting on his knees, and started again. “Do you… does it upset you that she thought that? That there are people even at the precinct that think that? That we’re having sex? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, myself. I mean, with our friendship. How close we are. What I’m asking is…will it change our partnership? Our friendship?”

Starsky understood now why Hutch wanted to discuss what Van had said; the rumors that had always been there. He wanted privacy in case someone stopped and overheard them in the car. But Starsky figured he was here, in his own home, and the subject was up, so he was going to take advantage of it.

“Only if you want it to,” he simply said. He knew that he wanted it to-but not the way Hutch thought he meant.

I’m getting a headache, thinking too much. No wonder Hutch’s always getting these headaches.

Hutch finally turned his head to look at Starsky.

Cautiously, looking his partner directly in the eye, Starsky said, “I’d like it to change.” He watched Hutch’s features drop. “To what everyone seems to be suggesting.”

Then Starsky watched as Hutch’s face went through a myriad of expressions… confusion, reasoning, reflection, more confusion, then consideration.

“You think we should…” and Hutch pointed his hand back and forth between the two of them.

“I want to try, Hutch. I want it. I want you.” Starsky put his beer down on the table before he spilled any of it.

“How long have,” Hutch gulped, “you wanted this?”

“I don’t know. Not while you were married. At least not consciously.” He leaned close to Hutch. “But I’m attracted to you now. Very attracted. That’s all that matters to me.”

Hutch seemed skittish and rambled several things that Starsky couldn’t make out. He was too busy watching Hutch’s delectable lips.

“Just kiss me and shut up.”

But Hutch didn’t, so Starsky leaned in further and placed a light kiss on his partner’s lips.

With that, Hutch grabbed Starsky’s head, opened his mouth and sucked in Starsky’s tongue.

After several minutes of demanding kisses in which neither he nor Hutch gave way, Starsky pulled back, to catch his breath, but also because he was getting uncomfortable in his tight jeans.

“Do you wanna try more?”

As an answer, Hutch went diving for more deep kisses.

When he came up for air again, Starsky chuckled and grinned. “I’ll take that for a yes.”

They continued to explore each other’s mouths like dehydrated men at a drinking fountain in the desert.

When Hutch’s hands started going for his shirt buttons, Starsky sat back and let him take over. Just for a bit.

The feel of those big hands on his chest was electrifying. Hutch petted his hair, toyed with his nipples, grasped his pecs. He cursed himself for wearing his usual tight jeans. It surprised him how much Hutch’s hands got him hard without touching his cock, or anything else below the waist.

When he began to run a finger-his forefinger-down the center of Starsky’s chest, stopping at his waistband, Starsky knew he needed to take charge.

He rose up and pushed Hutch back against he couch, so his partner was lying on the seat.

Starsky began his own assault by unbuttoning each fastener of Hutch’s shirt one at a time, and kissing each bit of exposed, tanned skin.

Spreading the shirt wide open as he loosened it from Hutch’s pants, Starsky took a moment to just gaze upon his partner’s smooth chest.

When he bent down to take one of Hutch’s small nipples in his mouth, Hutch let out a quiet moan. He felt the corresponding pulse between Hutch’s legs and decided to test Hutch further. Yep, you like this.

Starsky lightly bit the bud in his mouth.

Hutch reared up, eyes wide and a heated blush taking over his face. “Starsky! Starsky, wait!”

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t want this.” He reached down and rubbed his partner’s growing hardness.

“I…I do. I think I do. But…are you sure?”

“Hutch, I’ve wanted this for a while. A long while. I told you.”

“Things’ll change.”

“Uh-huh.” He nodded. “So what? The only thing that will change is that we get closer. That can’t be bad.”

“I want to make sure you’re sure.”

Hutch looked shyly at him, so endearing it made Starsky’s heart melt.

“Well then, can we move to somewhere more comfortable? My neck is…”

Starsky didn’t let him finish, but jumped up and pulled Hutch up by his arm. He led Hutch to his bedroom, practically running.

“Strip,” he ordered his flustered partner, while doing the same himself, careful not to harm himself as he shimmied out of his tight pants.

Once nude, Starsky didn’t waste any time, but pushed Hutch onto the bed and pounced.

He kissed him long and slow, while smoothing his hands down Hutch’s arms and in his short, silky hair. His lips proceeded slowly down Hutch’s long neck; a trail of tiny, tickling kisses. He caressed Hutch’s nipples with both his lips and his hands, as his partner’s hands and fingers massaged his head and twisted his abundant curls.

Rearing back so he could move lower, Starsky gazed downward at the glorious feast before him.

Hutch’s cock was cut, like his, and Starsky watched it grow larger from a nest of reddish-brown curls. The color became a dusky, dark pink as it filled with blood in Hutch’s excitement.

And it was big, too.

“Damn, Hutch. You could’ve been a porn star!”

His partner’s face got redder as Starsky grinned.

Lovingly, Starsky gathered the growing cock in his left hand and felt it get stronger, as his right hand swept up and smoothed Hutch’s chest and tweaked a nipple.

“Oh, God. Starsk…” The groans coming from Hutch were also growing as Starsky pumped and explored his partner’s cock.

“Hm. I guess you like this.”

“Please.”

“Please what? Tell me. Ask me,” Starsky taunted.

“Suck me?” It was a question. Hutch seemed unsure.

In answer, Starsky bent down and took the bulbous head in his mouth.

He petted Hutch’s cock with his tongue; he sucked as much into his mouth as he could handle; he drilled his tongue in the slit of the cock; he soothed it with his rough cheek; and he pumped what his mouth couldn’t reach.

“Mmmm,” Starsky hummed with a mouthful of flesh.

All the while Hutch’s groans grew louder and his begging grew more incoherent.

“Damn, this is so good, tastin’ you,” Starsky said, as he pulled his mouth off before he brought Hutch to orgasm. He lay next to his partner.

They both calmed down and soothed each other’s hands, caressing and crossing.

“I’d like to try,” Hutch whispered, his pupils dilated as he stared into Starsky’s eyes.

And then Hutch began his assault on Starsky.

Fingers twisting and petting the soft hair on his chest. Nipping teeth teasing Starsky as Hutch’s mouth went lower and lower.

“Oh, damn!” Starsky exclaimed as Hutch niggled and pulled at the skin at the groin junction.

But then Hutch surprised him by leaving his groin without touching his cock. Instead, Hutch moved lower to pay homage to Starsky’s legs. As his lips trailed light kisses and licks, his strong fingers massaged Starsky’s taut leg muscles.

Then Hutch’s hands swept up both Starsky’s legs, pulling them wide as Hutch moved into position.

He felt a soft wetness trail up his cock, realizing it was Hutch’s tongue. And then that soft wetness surrounded his cock-all the way down to his groin.

“Oh, yes!” Starsky shouted, realizing that Hutch had swallowed all of him.

Hutch continued to suckle both his cock and his balls, driving Starsky to the edge and then halting, using his tongue to sweep him back down to reality.

Eventually, Starsky got to the point of no return and he arched his back as his semen arched into Hutch’s gulping throat.

With a long sloppy pull, Hutch let go of his cock and settled his head down on Starsky’s pulsing stomach.

As he came to his senses, Starsky pet Hutch’s silky golden head. “Goddamnit, Hutch. That was amazing. A man could expire from your blow jobs. If you tongue your women that way, no wonder they always chase you.”

He wriggled and pulled at Hutch’s shoulders. “Get up here.”

Once nestled next to him, Starsky drove his tongue into Hutch, tasting himself amidst Hutch’s sweet, tender mouth.

He reached down to feel Hutch’s throbbing organ, which was hot and taut. “You need it bad.”

Instead of just going down on him, Starsky took control and began teasing Hutch, much the same as the latter had done to him. Playing with every part of Hutch he could touch or taste-outside of his cock.

“Roll over.” Now he wasn’t asking, Starsky was demanding. He sensed Hutch’s hesitance and helped his partner.

More touching and teasing followed. Hutch was practically humping the sheets beneath him.

So Starsky upped the ante.

He started by spreading Hutch’s cheeks and skimming a finger up and down his crack. Hutch’s center was beautiful. A baby pink. Like a virgin should be. And I want it.

But he wasn’t sure Hutch would be up for that. I’ll convince him. He’ll do anything for me, he thought wickedly.

Starsky bent over and skimmed his tongue where his finger had just trailed. Beneath him, Hutch shuddered.

First a tongue, then a finger probed the virginal portal.

Hutch was hot, tight, and Goddamned sexy laying there as Starsky alternately tongued and finger-fucked him. Starsky felt himself harden again; not just hard, heart-poundingly hard.

He stopped, and ran his hands up and down Hutch’s back in a light massage. Then he lay next to Hutch, and kissed him softly, tenderly, pulling on his partner’s lower lip.

He looked Hutch right in the eye. “I want to be inside you.”

Hutch blushed even redder. “You already are.” And he licked his lips.

“Not that. I want to be in you.” His voice was firm and he stared deeply into Hutch’s eyes.

“Why?” Hutch gulped. “Why now?”

“Why not? We’ve already been labeled as ‘fuck buddies’. Then let’s prove ’em right.”

“Starsk.”

Starsky shut Hutch up by kissing him again. “You liked my finger, the way you moved that ass was so fucking hot. Just think what my cock can do.” He corrected himself. “No, don’t think. Just feel.”

And Starsky turned over to his nightstand where he kept some flavored lube.

He turned back and kissed Hutch again. Deeply, this time to make Hutch stop thinking and just go with the flow.

Starsky shuffled back down the bed. This time he arranged Hutch so he was laying sideways across the bed with his ass at the edge. He directed Hutch to get on his knees as best he could.

Hutch was now wide open for viewing and Starsky’s cock almost erupted with his second orgasm. “Oh, fuck, Babe. You are incredible.”

Starsky rubbed Hutch’s ass cheeks to calm his trembling partner. With his own hands trembling, Starsky poured some of the flavored lube on Hutch’s ass and massaged it in. Some of the liquid dribbled down Hutch’s crack.

Starsky nipped and licked and sucked on Hutch’s tender ass, slowly working his way down Hutch’s crack and to his anus.

He took another moment to pour more lube on his hands then gently entered his partner’s opening. The first finger went in easily enough, so Starsky added a second. He began finger-fucking Hutch while spreading his fingers to open him up. When he added a third finger and began to thrust more aggressively, Hutch started rocking back to meet those fingers.

That’s when Starsky knew Hutch was ready.

He stood up and coated his own needy cock, leading it to Hutch’s portal. “Ready, baby?” Though it really wasn’t a question. He didn’t think anything could stop him now. He needed to fuck. He needed to fuck Hutch.

Slowly, Starsky entered Hutch. He watched as the most vital part of his body disappeared inch by inch.

Hutch’s body tightened around him and Starsky stopped, waiting for Hutch to adjust and relax.

All of a sudden Hutch reared back and took the rest of Starsky’s cock inside him. “Oh, God. Please…”

Starsky trembled from the onslaught to his cock; the heat, the tightness, the smoothness. He could only groan as he started to move gently, in and out.

“Damnit, Starsky! Fuck me!” And Hutch began a rocking motion, back and forth, hard.

Starsky couldn’t help it. He had to meet those thrusts. Harder and harder, more and more.

Starsky reached around to pump Hutch’s cock. He knew Hutch had to be on the edge, and it spewed forth after only a few pumps.

“Oh, God, oh, God. Oh, shit.” Hutch fell on his face as he orgasmed, his ass still up in the air, supported by his knees.

The slight change in angle put more grip on Starsky’s cock. He moaned as he drove in faster to meet his goal: to complete this with Hutch. To share it with him.

As Starsky’s cock spewed another load of semen into Hutch, he moaned… “Huuuuutch!” softly, and collapsed on his partner, causing Hutch’s legs to fall to the floor.

Everything was quiet, except for the outside noises that filtered in.

“Oh man, Hutch. That was the best sex, and I mean the best sex, I’ve ever had. Thank you.” He kissed the long neck, reveling in the feel of Hutch’s heart pounding fast and his heaving chest.

“Can you get off me?”

Starsky rolled to his side and helped Hutch move up. “You okay?”

“Actually, my legs hurt more than my ass.”

“Next time we’ll try it face up.”

Hutch’s eyes grew wide. “Next time!? And why do I have to always be-what do they call it-bottom?”

“I’ll let you fuck me, too. You didn’t think this was a one shot deal, did you?” Starsky was surprised. Thought I made it clear.

Hutch rolled over onto his back. “Until the next girlfriend comes around.”

“Well, I didn’t think that far ahead. But yeah, probably. In the meantime, why can’t we enjoy each other.”

Hutch’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t think through the consequences, did you?”

“Passion and sex have no room for thinking. I’m a man of action.”

A flicker of something passed over Hutch’s face and his reflected…hurt? Starsky wasn’t sure what it was.

“We need a shower.” But Hutch gathered him close, belying his words.

“Guess we do. But let’s just lie here for a few.” He snuggled closer, kissing Hutch’s shoulder.

No one will ever come between me and Hutch. He closed his eyes. Thank you, Van!

“You know what, Starsk? If you fuck your women that way, no wonder they chase you.”

Starsky snorted with laughter into Hutch’s side. This is going to be fun!