Can’t Get Enough

The guys can’t get enough of each other. And they never will.

Part 6: Always Enough Series

Written for the @twentyminutefic challenge. The prompt words were tart and trick.

“Starsky, is that you?” Hutch hollered from upstairs over the sound of the shower.

Starsky grinned as he climbed the stairs, unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie. He kicked off his shoes and socks, pulled off his pants, and threw his clothes onto the bed as he headed toward the voice into the bathroom.

“Course it’s me, who else?” Starsky joked. “You got room in there for one more?”

Hutch peeked around the shower door, his smile so radiant it made Starsky wonder if time stood still just for him.

“Why, Lieutenant Starsky, just what do you take me for? Some kind of tart who works the street?” Hutch raised his eyebrows seductively and pulled his head back inside the stall.

Starsky was glad he had insisted on one important feature when they bought a house together the year before; a large shower made for two. It had separate shower heads, slick black tiles, and a large floor-to-ceiling glass door.

“Well, Lieutenant Hutchinson, if you must know, I happen to love tarts.” Starsky suppressed a grin, delighting in the flirtatious game that had begun. “With lots of whipped cream. The creamier the better.”

He could hear Hutch snicker behind the steamy doors. He stepped inside, elevator eyes sweeping over Hutch’s sleek body.

Hutch was facing the wall, his muscular backside on full display for Starsky’s obvious enjoyment. The water ran down Hutch’s shoulders, over his long back, and along the mounds of his buttocks before dripping down his long legs, sending an inviting message that wet Starsky’s passion.

Starsky turned on the second shower head, relishing the warm spray on his back while he enjoyed the private show meant exclusively for him. He tilted his head back, allowing the water to cascade over his curls, wiping the water from his eyes to ensure a clear view. He moved forward, unable to resist contact, and ran his hands down Hutch’s arms as he slid his lips along the back of his neck.

“Well, if creamy is how you like it, why didn’t you just say so,” Hutch said with a chuckle as he pressed his slippery body into Starsky. He glanced over his shoulder and peered at Starsky’s hardening cock before returning to face the wall. “But you’d better be sure because all day I’ve been thinking about coming all over your irresistible body.”

Starsky rubbed his palms down Hutch’s damp back, taking his time and massaging every inch, his fingers working gently while his gaze devoured what was his. He reached around Hutch’s torso, rubbing his chest, feeling the heartbeat that danced in rhythm with his throbbing erection.

“All day, huh,” Starsky breathed into Hutch’s ear. “You sure know how to trick everyone at the station into believing you’re focused on the job.” His fingers found their way to Hutch’s bottom, squeezing the cheeks and opening them as he inched forward. “But I know better.”

Starsky reached up to the shampoo rack and retrieved a small tube kept in the shower for just this occasion. He spread some lube into his hands and slowly took his time as he massaged Hutch’s opening, making room for his promised entry.

Hutch leaned his arms against the shower wall in front of him. He threw his head back and panted a command. “Don’t you dare take all day, Starsk. You know I can’t wait any longer.”

Starsky didn’t hesitate; he couldn’t if he wanted to. He pushed into Hutch’s inviting opening, encircling his arms around Hutch’s waist, wrapping his hand around Hutch’s erection as he drummed into him. He instinctively sensed the rhythm, the music playing in his ears like a well-rehearsed symphony. The upbeat, the downbeat, a two-stroke measure keeping time, in and out, slowly…slowly…until the tempo grew, and the music didn’t matter as much as obeying the wand of the conductor, the one who commanded his heart and owned his soul, the one he would follow forever. Starsky heard Hutch’s moan, a crescendo building as his creamy eruption covered Starsky’s hand faster than the water could wash it away, and that was all it took for Starsky to explode inside of him.

They breathed together, letting the water rinse the evidence of their passion down the drain as Starsky held onto Hutch, feeling his knees buckling under his sated body.

“I love you, Hutch. Once again, your smile was all it took to send me to the moon.”

Hutch turned the water off and pulled two large towels from the rack, handing one to Starsky as they stepped out of the shower.

“As long as you come home to me every night Starsk, I’ll never stop smiling. I promise.”

Starsky marveled at the sight of Hutch, his wet hair slick against his forehead, his skin gleaming as water droplets bounced across his body. “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

Hutch tugged at the towel around Starsky’s waist and drew him close. “Glad to hear it.” He planted a kiss on Starsky’s upper lip. “Now, let’s eat. I put a lasagna in the oven when I got home. You can tell me all about your day.”

Starsky tingled, absorbing the moment, feeling more alive than he ever thought possible. His heart swelled with anticipation and he knew Hutch had been right all along; they would grow old together no matter what.

This was the life he always knew they could have. And he couldn’t get enough.