Jitters

Starsky needs to calm Hutch down.

A 20 minute fic challenge using the words: circle, square.

Hutch paced. A perfect square—5 steps towards the door, 5 steps towards the hall, 5 steps towards the kitchen, and then 5 steps back to the sofa—where he would begin the process over again.

“You’re making me dizzy,” Starsky finally said.

“I can’t be. I’m not walking in circles.” Hutch stopped and then looked at Starsky. “You’re sure about this?”

Starsky got up, straightened Hutch’s tie, and put his hands on his shoulders. “Babe. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Hutch tried to smile but he couldn’t stop shaking. “You’re really sure?”

“You wanna go upstairs and I can show you how sure I am?” Starsky grinned but it quickly faded. “You really are scared, aren’t you?”

Hutch held up one trembling hand, only to have it taken in Starsky’s own.

Starsky pulled him close, the heat of his body warming Hutch, the smell of him, familiar and exciting at the same time.

“Shh…” Starsky murmured against his neck, into his ear. “I love you so much, Blintz.” He nibbled on said ear and then began a trail of kisses along Hutch’s jaw.

Hutch turned into them, met Starsky’s lips with his own. He moaned in pleasure at the sensation, felt Starsky’s hands at his belt. “We can’t.”

“Oh yes we can.” Starsky tugged at him, pulled him towards the bathroom.

Hutch was pushed against the closed door, the full length mirror cold against his back. His zipper was undone, his pants and briefs pulled down to his ankles. Starsky was on his knees, his tongue flicking along Hutch’s length.

“Oh God,” Hutch said. He rose up on his toes as Starsky licked him from root to tip and then took him into his mouth. “God, Starsk.”

Starsky’s tongue swirled, and then he began to suck. They quickly fell into a familiar rhythm and Hutch let out a yell as he pulsed into Starsky’s mouth. He could feel Starsky swallow and he opened his eyes to see Starsky pumping his own cock at the same time.

Hutch felt Starsky brace him as he reached completion. He thought he’d sink down to the floor right then and there, but for Starsky’s strong arms holding him.

“There,” Starsky said as he cleaned himself, licked the last of Hutch from his lips. He tucked himself back into his pants, pulled up Hutch’s briefs and pants, tucked in Hutch’s shirt, zipped, and buckled the belt. “Now you should be a bit more relaxed.”

“You think everyone is gonna be able to tell?” Hutch whispered.

Starsky gave him a sly smile. “Tell what?”

Hutch finally laughed and took Starsky’s hand as he opened the door.

“C’mon, babe. Wouldn’t do for the grooms to be late to their own wedding.”