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Things are pretty much back to normal after New Year’s Eve.

 

Sequel to Best Friends Can’t Go Away by Lisa C.

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In the background, he heard the announcers shouting about an incredible play UCLA had just completed.

Have to catch that one on the sports news he thought. Have to catch all of them on the news. Oh well.

Hutch smiled and turned his face back to his pillow, which at the present moment was his partner’s warm shoulder. Hutch snuggled in and a strong arm pulled him closer. Hutch melted into the warmth.

It was New Year’s Day, about 3:00 and he’d already had two orgasms. That was amazing since they first made love at a little after noon. He was completely sated yet knew it was too early in the day for that to be the end of their lovemaking. He thought of the white satin boxers on the floor and a bow tie on the nightstand and his whole insides shook.

Starsky … his Starsky now … was amazing. Coming back to the apartment after turning in his tuxedo, armed with groceries, his partner had transformed Hutch’s bedroom into “their” bedroom rather quickly. He was willing to bet that the dark green sheets were bought with his blond hair in mind, but the green also made the blue of Starsky’s eyes look almost purple. Candles and the television set — if that wasn’t Starsky, he didn’t know what was. Distracting his partner with his favorite lunch fixing, Starsky had moved the set and redone the bedroom without Hutch realizing it. Granted, he had been in the bathroom and then the kitchen, but damn that man had stealth!

And when he walked into the living room, convinced he was lucky to still have a partner after the night before, he wasn’t in the best of moods. Kissing Starsky and having him kiss back had been a long held fantasy, certain it would never see the light of day. And when after the kiss, Starsky had turned over and gone to sleep, Hutch was sure his one chance had come and gone. He had immediately thought of how his New Year’s resolution to never tell Starsky of his desire had vanished less than an hour into the new year.

Waking up to a note scared the shit out of him. But it was a note he wanted to frame and proudly display. Especially the end of the note.

P.S. You’re right, you are a better kisser.

P.P.S. What took you so long?

But when he walked into the living room to find neither his TV or his partner, he wasn’t prepared for what he did find.

“Over here Blondie.”

Starsky had made a lover’s den out of his bedroom, and then stood there wearing white satin boxers, his tuxedo’s bow tie, and nothing else.

“Hmmmm.”

“Hmmm yourself,” Hutch whispered. He kissed along the collar bone then nuzzled into the chest he’d created a thousand fantasies over.

“You keep doing that and round 3 gonna start earlier than it should,” a deep warm voice replied to the nuzzling. “I ain’t 18 any more, but I’m game if you are” and kissed he top of Hutch’s head.

“I still can’t believe you’re here, with me, like this,” Hutch whispered.

“It’s ok to say it out loud, ya know.”

“I’m almost afraid to,” came the whisper.

Starsky brought both arms around his partner and shifted them until they almost reversed positions. Starsky, on top, stared into his love’s eyes. “There ain’t no way you’re ever getting rid of me,” he said as he stroked Hutch’s cheek and swept his hand behind the blonde’s neck to pull him into a deep kiss.

The kiss deepened as both lovers wanted to take the other inside themselves. After a minute or two, Hutch’s hand drifted down to Starsky’s behind.

“You … love … my … ass … admit it,” Starsky said between kisses.

“You … think … so?”

“Admit … it.”

Hutch pulled back from their kiss. “David Michael Starsky, I love everything about you and that most definitely includes these two globes perfectly matched to my hands,” he said, rapping both hands around the perfect cheeks, then squeezing and rolling the flesh.

“Damn babe,” Starsky ground his semi erect groin into the one beneath him. Hutch intensified his manipulations and ground his own groin back against his lover’s.

“Aaahhh … ooooohhh,” Hutch’s sudden change in moans was something Starsky was quickly comprehending. He ground harder.

“David … ooooohhhh … can’t believe ….” Hutch rubbed harder, feeling his balls tighten. “Gonna …. gonna … ooooohhh … God no …. no, not yet … gonna … gonna … oooohhhh!”

While there wasn’t much, feeling his partner’s semen took Starsky over the edge as well. “Huuuuuutch!”

Both held on tightly as the afterglow started to diminish. Another moment and Starsky slid off the side of his taller lover and curled into the crook of his arm. Hutch reached for the discarded sheet and used the corner to clean them both. Tossing the sheet aside, he pulled the blanket over both of them.

Hutch snorted softly when he realized they had just switched positions from where they were just a few minutes before.

“What?”

“Nothing, just that I think we’ve done this before.”

“Where were you the first two times?”

“No silly. That we had just done this position before — when I woke you up a few minutes ago,” he said smiling into the dark man’s face.

“Obviously works,” Starsky said as he settled himself in and looked at the television. “Any idea what the score is?”

“Any idea what game this is?” Hutch replied as he nestled his cheek into the mass of curls below it.

“Does it matter?” Starsky’s voice was getting soft again. He pulled the blanket tighter around them.

“No,” Hutch mumbled as he too settled in for sleep.