Hard Day

How do the guys unwind from a brutal day?

Ah, God, how does one get past this?
How can someone do this to another person?
Blood, so much blood.
Everywhere.
Covering everything.
Splattered…pooling…
Life painted all over the walls, floor, the body.
How do you un-see that?
Arrest made, reports written, home…but still… there
“Starsky, help.”
“Right here, babe.”
Being taken into strong arms
Head pulled down onto a broad shoulder
Strong yet gentle hands rubbing across a back
Comfort…strength…warming… being drawn into a new world
Turning into passion.
Heads lifting and turning
Mouths brushing, lingering, fusing
Touches changing to gripping
Pulling off clothes, regardless of rips or buttons flying
Rash… rushing… unable to bear being apart long enough to remove t-shirts.
Ravenous… unrelenting… trying to climb inside each other.
Blood rushing through veins distended with fire
Oh, God, how does one live through this?
Feeling like you are going to die… and yet so very alive
So alive, it almost hurts.
Have to… need to…
THERE
Thrusting, pushing, savage, so deep… so pure… yes.. oh YES… YESSS…
Nothing but you
Taking you into me
Pulling you closer… closer… can’t get closer?
There’s an infinitesimal space…
YESSS… there… there… THERE…
No space… no distance… joined… rocking… giving… receiving…
Pleasure… warmth… love…
Oh, God… don’t ever… ever…make me live without this…
Without him
Without him, I would die… “my life splattered all over the walls, floor… my body.”
Unaware of speaking…
“Never happen, Hutch. Don’t say that. Will never happen…”
“I love you, Starsk. You keep me sane, together when I feel like I am flying apart.”
“Then, fly apart now…ahhhh yes.. NOW.”
Blissful in completion… oneness…
Alive…