Proven Wrong

Can Starsky kiss, Hutch is about to find out … and more …

They had been at the house drinking and playing volleyball for well over a couple of hours now. It was getting late, and knowing what time most stores closed, he had decided to make the run. It took longer than what he would have expected, forgetting that he didn’t have the extra cash on hand; he had to go to the trusty ATM machine.

Once at the store, the dark haired man quickly made his way down the liquor isle; grabbing what he needed, he then made a straight line to the check out. People galore stood in line, he couldn’t believe it; Shaking his head he had no time for this, patience was NOT one of his strong points! A woman starting writing a check; Oh great he thought. Come on already!! Another one, an older man; trying to find exact change…Come ON!!…Drumming his fingers absently he was wishing he could be on the road…

Finally it was his turn …

Looking at his watch, he floored the car making it growl; reminding him of a roaring lion as it sped up, making his way towards the house he could already sense the anger waiting for him at being late.

“Great!” he growled under his breath.

Ten minutes later he was finally home.

As he entered the house, Starsky was ready to give a defense to what had happened and to tell his tall partner to take a flying leap if needed; then he stopped, taking in the scene before him.

Laid back with nothing on but a pair of shorts on; his arms up on either side of the overstuffed couch, Hutch’s tall muscular frame looked as relaxed as could be. His long legs were crossed at the ankles, feet bare on the coffee table. His slightly long blonde hair barely touching the soft fabric of the couch; looking as though it were caressing it. His face had an angelic look to it; peaceful, yet at the same time looking all too seductive.

Starsky walked over to the fridge placing the couple of cases of beer in and took a cold beer from it’s contents; looking back over at the sleeping form, he made his way over to the chair across from Hutch and sat down; opening the beer, he took a much needed long drink.

Watching Hutch from dark blue eyes, he couldn’t let go what had transpired over a week ago…

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They had been on a stakeout; being bored as usual and the bantering started; nothing-unusual there; just friendly pot shots at one another.

Then, for some reason Starsky started to get upset at his friend’s remarks.

“… AND you’re not even a good kisser Starsk!”

Hutch had laughed softly, light blue eyes twinkling as a slow smile produced even white teeth; the smile … that boyish smile and chuckled a bit at his own humor, not realizing what it was going to start.

“Really?” “And just how do you know what kind of a kisser I am?” Starsky had demanded.

Hutch had immediately caught something funny in his partner’s tone, but couldn’t figure out what it was.

Slowly the blonde’s smile faded as he looked at Starsky face, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Let’s look at the stats here shall we?” Buddy. Starsky could feel the sudden rush of his temper as he turned to face his surprised friend.

“Starsk, what is wrong with you; I ‘m just pulling your leg, for Christ’s sake lighten up!”

Hutch stared at his friend trying to figure out what the sudden out burst was about. Usually he wasn’t so fast to get railed up over nothing; at least as something like that.

“Let’s just say that I am sick of your bullshit, Partner!” Starsky snapped

“What are you talking about?” Hutch could feel his own temper start to rise: Dammit. too late.

“No, … matter of fact what is your problem; you know you’ve been acting a bit strange as of late, and I suggest you figure out what it is and get it fixed!” Hutch snapped; pointing his finger in Starsky’s face.

Both men’s eyes locked on one another; neither breaking contact for what seemed like an eternity.

Hutch felt his face glowing red with anger, before he could actually stop himself he had said it.

“Fuck this, I am outta here!”

Hutch turned and grabbed the handle on the car letting himself out; walking away from the fight before he said anymore.

Luckily they were parked far enough away from the target where it wasn’t noticed.

Starsky had watched his blonde partner walk away from him without as much as another word. Suddenly emotional pain took over as he fought the urge to follow him. He sat is the car for a few moments trying to figure out what had went wrong.

But he didn’t know.

For the next couple of days neither man spoke, Captain Dobey had felt something was wrong; but had learned to let them work it out. Usually they did. But the big man gave them a little shove to help just the same. He had called them into the office and had them sit down. Both did, as they were told, neither looking at the other.

“Alright, now I don’t give a damn what happen; don’t want to know …”

He stopped for drama looking at them both, making sure he had their attention.

“BUT you better fix what ever it is ….got it?”

When both detectives remained silent, his eyebrows raised and he puffed himself up; standing he slammed both hands on the desk.

“I said … GOT IT!

Both men looked at their captain and answered a soft yes; nothing more.

“Alright, now get out and go home, don’t come back until you’ve fixed this mess; whatever it is, can’t have my best at their worst.”

Slowly getting up, they both walked out of the office; Dobey signed heavily and shook his head, He had his own problems to worry about, not to mention someone else’s. Reluctantly he started on the stack of growing paperwork in front of him.

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Back in the squad room, both detectives watch one another while trying to seem busy.

Starsky was the first to speak up, he had felt bad since the blow up had happened; he just wasn’t sure how to approach Hutch about it, considering he had started it.

“Um …Hutch … could you pass me that paper over there?”

Slowly he reached over and handed Starsky the paper.

“Here ya go, here is an extra one just incase.”

“Thanks …”

Hutch nodded turning back to whatever it was he had been doing, his face had slightly soften a bit, making it a little easier for his friend to continue on.

“Hey listen, um…you wanna go and have a couple of beers tonight; my treat?”

Nervously Starsky waited for his reply; hoping for a positive one at that.

Hutch looked up again at this partners face, to him his curly headed friend looked more like his self then he had in the last couple of days.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll agree as long as you agree to two terms: 1)Explain to me what is going on. 2) No bar, your house or mine, I don’t feel like a crowd.

Deal?”

At that Starsky gave his famous lopsided grin and his eyes brighten immediately, causing a smile to form on his blonde friends face.

“Alright then, let’s go, I am thirsty and curious to know what is going on.”

Leaving the locker room twenty minutes later; having shower and changed they left the building and heading for the store.

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Within an hour of getting home, pizza and beer were consumed in large quantities and both men extremely satisfied.

“Now comes the talking part … what is going on with you Starsk?”

Hutch raised his sweaty blonde head to make eye contact with his equally sweaty friend who had just beaten him at volleyball.

He was tired, but he had made a promise to Hutch and he couldn’t break it. Actually he had thought that maybe this game of volleyball would deter him, but it hadn’t worked.

“I really don’t know, honestly I don’t. I’ve just been really easy to anger, doesn’t take much. Sorry blitz, I mean it”

Starsky had turned away from him and walked a few feet over to the picnic table to get another beer. Trying to desperately figure out why he was having these feelings in the first place … it wasn’t right, but he had them. Trust Hutch he kept telling himself, he’s never let you down … trust him…but could he?

“You sure you don’t know? I feel like your shutting me out Starsk. I want to help but how can I if you won’t trust me … it’s me babe remember? It’s Hutch …Me and thee?”

At this point Hutch walked over and stood very close to him, Starsky could feel the warmth of his breath on him could smell him; see the golden blonde of his hair and feel his mustache on his ear.

“God Dammit Hutch…”

Starsky fought against the emotion that he suddenly felt for his friend. It had been going on for some time. What the last five years now? Hell he had lost count by now; trying to keep sexually entertained with those silly females while all along wanting just to show him all the pleasures he had secretly been giving him all those nights that he was alone in his own room; his own bed, his own thoughts.

Until now.

Hutch couldn’t understand him, As of late he was totally out of character and it was starting to worry him. He really wanted to help Starsky, but there was something stopping him from allowing Hutch to do so. Nothing had ever come between them before; why now?

As he laid a hand upon his shorter, more aggressive friend Hutch could feel him tense up quickly. He moved around to look at Starsky’s face but he turned away from him. Following him the blonde finally cornered him between the picnic table and himself. Lowering his head next to his, he spoke in a very gentle and careful manner; because for some unknown reason he spooked very easily. So Hutch did only what he knew; gentleness … and patience.

“Hey now I am here, I know you need to talk partner; so you do that … through thick and thin we’ve done it all. Remember that. Me and Thee.”

“When things have went wrong; whether it be women or work; illness or tragedy who has been there for us? No one; But us. Tell me what it is babe and we will find a way to work it out.”

“I promise you Starsk, I promise”

He had turned slightly to look at his taller more angelic partner, the emotion that showed on his face was that of pain and he was frightened. This was something that Hutch was not prepared to see. But why? What was so horrible that he had to hide it?

Rough fully Starsky pushed him aside and went into the house. Inside the bathroom he felt himself give in to the emotional rollercoaster ride that had been attacking his stomach and threw up the entire contents of his dinner along with the beer he had been drinking.

Sweating, he tried to pull himself together and washed his face with some cold water; he brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror. God he looked like shit!

Hutch on the other hand had watched him enter the house; this was making him nuts, but he knew he couldn’t push his friend. If he did, it might cause damage that their friendship could not sustain now. He finally followed suite, but found no relief until he spied the couch. Walking over he settled down and laid his head back against its soft fabric; allowing himself to feel it’s cool embrace; lifting his sore feet, he kicked off his sneakers, the socks followed. Within moments the blonde detective had started to relax.

When Starsky had finally emerged from the bathroom he had changed and found his friend eyes closed on the couch, barely awake Hutch opened his eyes just enough to see his friend grab his keys and say something about the store and beer. He had smiled and gave a small nod; laying his head back in it’s spot.

As the t-shirt tugged at his hot flesh, Hutch began to pull at it until it came off, throwing it in the corner he finally felt totally relaxed, and thus went into a deep much deserved sleep. He would talk to his partner when he came back home. It had to happen sooner or later.

When Starsky finally came back from the store; he placed the cases of beer in the fridge and withdrew another…

Back to the Present

Hutch still remained asleep, not even aware that he was being looked at like some sort of main dish at a fancy restaurant. Starsky couldn’t help but look at the slight bulge in his partner’s pants. The shorts were tight, you could see the out line they were so snug, he smiled at the sight.

The blonde’s eyes were closed and his mouth partly opened; he moaned slightly

Turning his head, legs tightened and relaxed. His chest was slightly damp; small beads of sweat made their way towards the shorts.

Starsky swallowed tightly watching him for quite some time, he felt his own cock grow hard with excitement as he watched his golden angel sleep. God what he could do with him, now here in his own home.

Carefully he set the beer down, got up from his chair and walked over to where Hutch laid his head, slightly bending his own head down, he brought his mouth softly down on the mustached mouth of his friend. Parting his mouth with his own tongue, he probed deeply inside Hutch’s mouth bringing a low moan from his own.

Slowly he felt arms going around his neck; drawing him nearer, closer, a feeling of excitement came over came him and he instantly was even more aware of what was transpiring around him as much as within him.

The heat was so intense that Hutch stirred and became fully engrossed at to what was going on; his own mind was in a huge turmoil, he knew he was being seduced, but it was going so fast, his head was swimming and he felt so sexually charged it was an totally incredible experience; he couldn’t stop it even if he tried.

Suddenly he felt a hand; a strong yet gentle hand caressing his groin. Slowly the kissing stopped and the lips sought their way down to his chest, licking at his nipples sucking them in passed sharp teeth; gently tugging then releasing them licking again going straight down … slowly.

The blonde shuddered and kept his eyes closed, it felt so good he couldn’t even describe it.

Then he heard the faint snap as his jeans were being undone, the zipper slowly gave way and he moaned as he felt the air gently blow across his hard swollen cock.

Starsky looked at the cock as it made it’s way through the tight shorts, it was the most beautiful sight; quickly he brought his head down taking it all the way into his mouth; it was the most delicious tasting thing he had ever had.

A small amount of liquid passed though the head and he caught it on his tongue, he felt at this time a large hand grab the back of his head; guiding it down onto the waiting cock, feeling it pulsate beneath his touch; Starsky started giving him head until Hutch could take no more, the blonde’s moans got louder and louder until at last Starsky gave him what he wanted … relief.

Pulling him up rough fully, Hutch met his mouth with is own; he was aggressive and was not taking no for an answer. Never had the blonde felt such serge of passion in his life …ever.

He grabbed at his lover’s wrists and pulled him down; now it was his turn to give him pleasure … with a little fumbling and reassurance from Starsky, the angelic lover released him from his clothing and took him into his own mouth and gave back what had been given to him.

At first, Hutch had been a little nervous about oral sex with another man, but found it very pleasurable as well as enjoying it himself. He had used his long tongue to lick around his friends cock, traveling downward onto the shaft; nibbling underneath the softness of the head and finally taking the whole thing into his mouth and making him cumb. The taste was different, but it was great.

Afterwards, they both lay in each other’s arms; eyes closed they remained that way for awhile until Hutch made the first comment.

“Well, glad to say it, you have proven me wrong buddy”

The soft curly chest hair pushed against Hutch’s cheek, slightly turning looking down at him Starsky moaned a “told ya so” then closed his eyes a smile slowly starting to form, exposing a lopsided grin.

“So is this what you couldn’t tell me?”

Hutch propped his head up on his elbow looking directly at his sleepy partner’s face.

“We’ll yea, it was …”

For a moment he had the look of a little boy who was lost, but slowly reality set in and he looked back at his golden haired lover once again fully focused.

“Didn’t know what you’d do, or how you’d feel about me … or my feelings for you”

It was a simple statement, direct yet simple.

“I told you, never worry … Me and Thee … remember … was I right?”

“Yea, you were right blondie, you were right.”

“Hey Hutch …

“Yea …

” I am tired.

“Me too.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“Right behind ya partner … right behind ya.”

The End