Good Kisser

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Starsky and Hutch just apprehended the murderer of John Blaine and are driving from the precinct. Hutch is driving his car and they begin to have the following conversation:

Chapter One

Starsky was in the back of Hutch’s car, reading a magazine with his feet on the back of the seat.

“You’d think in this business you’d get used to surprises.” Starsky said, keeping his eyes on the magazine.

“On the day that happens, you might as well throw in the towel,” Hutch responded.

Starsky continued to turn the pages of the magazine as if he wasn’t that interested in the conversation. “Yeah, well, it’s still kinda hard to believe.”

Hutch briefly glanced back at his partner. “Starsk, it’s no big deal.”

Starsky looked up from his magazine, talking to the back of Hutch’s head. “Hey, you’re not that sophisticated. I mean a man preferring a man is not as casual as someone having a bad cold,” he surmised.

“Is that right?” Hutch said with a smirk.

“Yeah… I mean I’m not takin’ a position for it or against it, but it is somethin’ to contend with. It’s not your usual every-day thing,” Starsky concluded, focusing back to reading the magazine.

Without taking his eyes off the road, Hutch replied, “Right…” then he asked, “Hey, ya wanna get somethin’ to eat?”

Starsky looked up again. “No… wouldn’t mind somethin’ to drink.”

He waited a beat for Hutch’s response. When it didn’t come, he shrugged and went back to his magazine.

“Starsk, would you consider that a man who spends 75% of his time with another man has got certain tendencies?”

Starsky responded, “75– you mean three quarters?”

Hutch smiled. “Right.”

“Yeah, sure…why not,” he said, continuing to nonchalantly flip through the pages. Then it dawned on him… He looked up from the magazine. “You mean the case between John and—“

Hutch cut him off before he could finish. “No, no. It’s a case between you and me.”

A confused look came on Starsky’s face as he looked at the back of his partner’s golden head

“Well, figure it out,” Hutch continued. “In a 5-day week, there are about 80 waking hours– right?”

Starsky’s slowly rose up from the backseat to listen intently to his partner.

“We work, eat and drink 12 of those hours, right?”

Starsky leaned on the back of the seat next to Hutch’s head with his arms folded under his chin.

“That’s 60 hours a week spent together and you’re not even a good kisser,” Hutch concluded, as if stating a fact.

Starsky thought about it for a split second, then said indignantly, “Howdaya know that?”

Hutch turned his head toward his partner. “Well, I don’t know, but I can make a guess.”

Starsky leaned further forward, trying to look into Hutch’s face. “Whadaya mean by that? I’ve never gotten any complaints about the way I kiss,” he said, defending himself.

“Well, Starsk…I’ve heard things.” Hutch revealed, giving Starsky a wicked smile that he didn’t see.

“You’ve heard things? From whom, huh?”

Hutch could hear the growing anger in his partner’s voice. “Starsk, I’m sorry I brought it up. Forget about it. You’re a fantastic kisser,” Hutch said, trying to stop the conversation before Starsky got really pissed off.

“No, no, no!” he shouted. “I want to know who told you that!”

“Starsky– please calm down. I was only joking. No one told me that.”

Starsky’s anger subsided a little, but he watched Hutch dubiously. “Are you tellin’ me the truth?”

“Yes. I am,” Hutch answered as he made a left turn at the light.

“Were you also tellin’ the truth when you said I was a fantastic kisser?”

Hutch paused, trying to think of the best way to answer the question.

“Well?” Starsky said, waiting for the answer.

Letting out an audible sigh, Hutch answered, “I wouldn’t really know Starsk… I’ve never kissed you,” he said with a bit of sarcasm.

Suddenly an evil smile appeared on Starsky’s handsome face. “Well, that can be remedied. Pull over,” he commanded.

“What?” Hutch asked, not fully hearing what Starsky said.

“I said– pull over,” he said more forcefully.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

Hutch glanced around to see where they were.

“Where?”

Starsky peered out the window looking for a secluded place for Hutch to park. Starsky pointed. “Over there, in that alley– next to the adult bookstore.”

Hutch glanced back at Starsky, a very confused look on his face. He made a right turn and drove into the alley.

“All the way down– away from the street,” Starsky directed.

Once Hutch stopped the car and put it in park, he turned to face his partner.

“Okay…what’s this about?”

“Turn off the engine.” Starsky ordered.

Hutch gave him a strange look then turned to shut off the engine. When he turned back, he saw Starsky opening the door and getting out of the car.

“Where ya goin’?” Hutch asked, getting more and more intrigued as to what the hell Starsky was up to.

“I’m goin’ right here,” Starsky said, opening the passenger door and getting in next to Hutch, who was getting a little annoyed.

“Starsky, what are you doing?”

Starsky turned his head to look directly into his partner’s eyes and simply said, “This.”

He grabbed Hutch’s face, pulling it closer to his own then planted a bruising kiss on his lips. He quickly extended his tongue, pushing it easily between Hutch’s closed lips. Once his lips had parted, Starsky’s tongue entered his mouth, exploring the new environment. After a few seconds, Hutch responded, and their tongues began to battle. Moans, groans and sucking sounds could be heard throughout the car.

Hutch’s breath was literally taken away as he closed his eyes, making the sensation of the kiss even more powerful. Starsky had a firm grip on his head, refusing to let him go until he felt Hutch was thoroughly kissed—and Starsky made sure that he was.

Hutch’s kiss became more aggressive as he proceeded to run his fingers through Starsky’s gloriously thick mane of curls. He gripped the cocoa-colored locks, pressing Starsky’s lips harder against his own.

Starsky was taken back by the forcefulness of Hutch’s kiss. At first, he thought Hutch would either push him away or maybe even punch him. He never expected he would react this way. He was so eager and passionate. After what seemed like an eternity, Starsky had to literally come up for air, so he moved back– breaking the kiss. He could hear a disappointed groan from Hutch as he did so.

Once the kiss was broken– both men sat back staring at each other– their chests heaving and their mouths gaping. Starsky was the first to recover enough to be able to speak.

“Well– do you still think I’m a bad kisser?” Starsky asked with a bit of pride. He knew from the way Hutch responded, he was certain the answer would be ‘no.’

Hutch raised his eyebrows and blew out his breath. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think you’re a good kisser.”

The prideful expression immediately fell from Starsky’s face, replaced with one of shock and disappointment. “W–what?”

Hutch glanced at him with a tender smile. “It was an amazing kiss, Starsk,” he admitted. “I didn’t know you had it in ya,” he grinned, lightly punching Starsky’s arm.

Starsky’s look of pride and self-satisfaction returned. He sat back in the seat, with his hands behind his head and his feet up on the dashboard. “Terrific. I’m glad ya liked it,” he beamed. Then– suddenly his mood changed.

Starsky slowly removed his hands from behind his head, took his feet down off the dashboard and sat up. His handsome features took on a pensive expression. Suddenly he felt like he had made a big mistake kissing Hutch like that. At the time, he just wasn’t thinking…he was acting impulsively…selfishly– just to prove a point– not thinking about his partner’s feelings or what this might do to him.

Hutch bent his head to look into his partner’s pained sapphire eyes. “You okay, Starsk? What’s the matter,” he asked, concerned.

Starsky sighed, looking into Hutch’s sincere eyes. “I don’t think I should have done that, Hutch. I was just trying to prove a point. I’m sorry,” he admitted, lowering his eyes, looking down at his lap.

Hutch smiled. “Starsk, there’s no need to apologize to me. I know you were trying to prove me wrong and you’ve succeeded…and how!” Hutch exclaimed, grinning.

Starsky looked up into Hutch’s bright blue eyes. “So– you’re okay with what I did?”

“Yes Starsk,” he said, raising his hand to touch the side of his face tenderly. “I’m more than okay with it.” Hutch gave Starsky a smile that could melt butter.

Starsky searched his eyes, trying to understand exactly what he meant by that. “What do you mean by…you’re more than okay with it?” Starsky swallowed hard in anticipation of his answer.

“Well, when you laid one on me the way you did, I have to admit– it was startling at first, but almost immediately it became… exhilarating.”

Starsky’s eyes widened. “Exhilarating?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you feel something?” Hutch asked curiously.

If Starsky was totally honest with himself, he definitely felt something. He had only planned to kiss Hutch to prove he was a good kisser. He had no idea he would feel anything from it. Yes– he did put everything he had into the kiss…more than he’d done with any other woman. But he still didn’t think it would lead to the feelings he was experiencing now.

“Um…ah,” Starsky stammered as he tried to come to grips with his feelings.

“Well?” Hutch said, waiting patiently for his answer.

Starsky looked at Hutch, then lowered his head. “Yeah…I guess so,” he shrugged, speaking in a small voice. He couldn’t tell Hutch the true extent of his feelings.

“You guess so?” Hutch asked, mildly annoyed. After all, Starsky started this whole thing and now he was trying to say it didn’t mean anything to him.

“Starsky, you mean to tell me you can kiss someone the way you kissed me and it means nothing to you?!” Now Hutch was angry and a little hurt.

Starsky raised his head to look into his irate partner’s eyes. “It’s not that it doesn’t mean anything to me, Hutch. It’s just that…”

“It’s just that what?!”

Starsky sighed. “I only kissed you to prove something.”

“That you’re a good kisser…I know that.”

“I had no idea kissing you was going to be like that.”

“Like what?” Hutch asked, trying to pull the truth from his partner.

“Like… fireworks and explosions and…” Starsky lowered his head again and Hutch could see he was really struggling and embarrassed. He decided to be more sensitive.

“And what, buddy?” He asked, giving him a warm smile.

“And…arousal.” Starsky finally got it out, then gave Hutch a timid side-glance.

Hutch grinned widely and let out a laugh– to Starsky’s dismay.

“What’s so funny?” Now it was Starsky’s turn to be annoyed.

“Starsk– I felt the same way.”

“You did? You mean, the kiss…aroused you too?” Starsky asked, with wide eyed innocence– which made him look adorable.

“Yes, it did,” Hutch revealed, still smiling.

Starsky looked away with another pensive look on the handsome face.

“Terrific…so what do we do now, huh?” he asked, looking to Hutch for the answer.

Hutch shrugged. “You’re asking me? You kissed me, remember. You didn’t have a plan of action afterwards?”

“No. I just thought I’d do it and that would be it.”

“Oh so…you’d kiss me…like that…and afterwards we’d just go get a burger.”

“Somethin’ like that,” Starsky admitted, realizing how stupid that sounded.

“Well, news flash Starsk…that ain’t happenin’! We both felt something, and the question is– do we want to do anything about it?”

Starsky gave him one of his dumbfounded looks. “Do you?”

Hutch rubbed his hand across his face, feeling a little exasperated. Starsky was so afraid of his feelings. To be honest, Hutch was somewhat surprised at his own acceptance to this odd situation. Before Starsky kissed him, he never thought something like that could ever happen. He knew he felt something profound for his partner, but he didn’t think it would ever be sexual. He was willing and– he had to admit– a little eager to see what would happen next.

Hutch knew this all started because he was hinting at the two of them spending so much time together that they might have gay tendencies. To make matters worse, he had to joke that Starsky wasn’t a good kisser. Hutch knew how competitive he could get and he’d take on any and all challenges. Starsky just had to prove he was a good kisser and apparently hadn’t thought about the possible consequences of doing such a thing.

At first, Hutch was shocked…as any straight man would be, but after the shock wore off– he realized that he actually felt something— call it exhilaration or arousal– it was something very deep and very real. He thought what they had before was intense, but this kiss put their relationship into a whole other reality.

“Yes, Starsk. I think we should at least see where this could take us.”

Starsky furrowed his brow. “Hutch, you don’t think that would…do something to our partnership…our friendship?”

“Why would it? The way I see it– exploring what happened would only enhance the relationship we already have.” Hutch gave his partner a confident, reassuring smile.

Starsky thought about what Hutch said for a moment– then his face took on a look of joy. He regained the spark and confidence that allowed him to kiss Hutch in the first place. After thinking about it some more, Starsky realized he was afraid…first of Hutch’s reaction and then of what it might lead to. He never had feelings like this for Hutch before or for any other man for that matter. Starsky knew he loved Hutch deeply, but not in a sexual way…until now. He naively thought he’d be able to give his partner a passionate kiss– to prove a point– then afterwards they would go back to their regular lives…how dumb was that? He did have to admit that he was really surprised at Hutch’s reaction. He was so accepting…almost eager to do something about the way he felt.

Did Hutch secretly want me to kiss him all along?

“So, schweetheart,” Starsky said, doing his impression of Bogey, “I think you’re telling me you want to continue where we left off. Am I right”?

Hutch had to smile and shake his head at Starsky’s sudden change in attitude again– it was happening so often it was making his head spin. Hutch simply smiled and nodded in response. He noticed a few people were looking at his car, trying to peer inside to see what was going on.

“Okay then,” Starsky said, parting his lips and moving closer to Hutch to reach his lips. Just as their mouths were about to touch, Hutch put a hand on Starsky’s chest– stopping him cold. Starsky stopped immediately, with a crestfallen look– his eyes searched Hutch’s for some kind of explanation.

“Starsk, there are people watching us.”

Starsky looked out the window. A few people had gathered near the car. They were trying to see why a car with two people inside was parked in the alley. It was a sketchy neighborhood and all kinds of shit happened there, but apparently the locals still found this intriguing.

Starsky glanced back at Hutch with a big grin on his face.

“You mean you don’t want to give these nice people a show they’ll never forget, huh?”

“No, I don’t. I think we should get out of here before someone recognizes us.”

Starsky knew Hutch was right. The last thing they needed was for someone to recognize them– sitting in a parked car, in an alley– doing God knows what. They could say they were on a stakeout, but soon word would hit the streets…and they’d have to eventually confess– to Dobey– about what they were actually doing there.

Starsky shook his head. “You’re right, partner. We should go someplace else. Your place or mine?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows, and doing Bogey again.

“How about my place?” Hutch replied, starting up the engine.

“Your place it is,” Starsky said, sliding down in the seat and putting his feet up on the dashboard.

Hutch glanced at him with a smile, then drove down the alley until they reached the street. With his tires screeching, he merged into traffic with his partner and drove to Venice Place– in record time.

 

Chapter Two

Hutch pulled up in front of his place and turned off the engine. They drove there in silence, which was unusual for Starsky. He’d always have something to talk about. But this evening he was quiet, almost somber. Hutch sat behind the wheel for a moment, then glanced over at him. Starsky removed his feet from the dashboard and was staring out the front window.

“Starsk, you okay?” Hutch asked.

Starsky glanced at him with a small smile. “Yeah, I’m terrific. How ’bout you?”

“I’m good,” Hutch replied, also smiling.

They sat in silence for a few more seconds, both staring straight ahead. Both of them seemed hesitant to get out of the car, because once they did…they’ll be no going back. For good or bad, what they were thinking on doing would change their relationship forever.

Hutch let out an audible sigh and turned to his partner. “Look Starsk, if you’re having any reservations about coming up to my place tonight, I’ll totally understand,” Hutch assured.

Starsky looked at him. “Whadaya’ talkin’ about? I don’t have any reservations,” he said indignantly.

“Okay…if that’s true, why are you still sitting in the car instead of getting out and heading up to my place?”

“I was waiting for you to get out first,” Starsky replied unconvincingly.

Hutch gave him a doubtful look, then opened his door, got out and closed it. Starsky was still sitting there, so Hutch bent down to look at him through the window.

“Okay, I’m out,” he said, heading toward the front door of his building. Once there, he looked back to see Starsky getting out and running around the front of the car. Hutch held the door for him, and they both went inside.

Hutch took his key from over the door and opened it. He went in, threw his keys on the coffee table then removed his jacket. When he turned to hang it up, he noticed Starsky was still standing in the doorway.

“Starsk, why are you standing there? Come on inside,” Hutch commanded as he hung up his jacket in the closet then walked to the kitchen.

Starsky finally stepped inside and closed the door. He stayed near the door and his eyes went right to Hutch’s bedroom– the place where it all happened. He thought of all the women Hutch had brought here and taken to that bedroom. Now, he was here– for that same reason.

Starsky slowly walked to the couch and sat down. He watched as Hutch opened the fridge and took out two bottles of beer. He opened them then brought them into the living room and handed one to Starsky.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the beer and immediately taking a long swig.

Hutch watched as Starsky almost finished the bottle. “You were really thirsty, huh?” Hutch asked, grinning.

Starsky drained the bottle and replied, “I guess so.” After wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he placed the empty bottle on the table.

Hutch was still nursing his. After taking another swig, he lowered the bottle and looked over at Starsky, who was lying back on the couch staring up at the ceiling. Hutch looked up to see what he was looking at.

“You see anything interesting up there?” he asked humorously.

Starsky turned his head to look at Hutch. “No, nothin’ in particular…”

“Oh. Starsk, why don’t you take off your jacket– get comfortable.”

“Oh yeah,” he said not realizing he still had it on. He stood to remove his jacket and placed it next to him on the couch. He decided to take the empty bottle into the kitchen and put it in the trash.

“Starsk, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he said from the kitchen.

Hutch watched as Starsky threw the bottle in the trash, then leaned on the sink and peered out the window. Hutch watched him for a few seconds. “Starsk, come back and sit down,” he ordered in a soft tone.

Starsky looked back, gave him a weak smile, then went back and sat down. He rested his elbows on his knees and began to wring his hands nervously.

It was obvious to Hutch that his partner was nervous about what they’d agreed to do. Hutch wasn’t exactly feeling calm himself. This was new to both of them. To his knowledge, Starsky had never been in a sexual relationship with a man and Hutch hadn’t either. He knew whatever was going to happen tonight– had to be done delicately.

“You okay?” Hutch asked.

“Yeah… why wouldn’t I be?”

“Oh, I don’t know…you seem nervous,” Hutch said, looking down at Starsky’s hands.

Starsky looked down at his own hands and immediately stopped wringing them. “Had no idea I was doin’ that,” he replied, grinning shyly.

Hutch just smiled at him. “Starsky, how long have we known each other?”

“About 7 years, give or take….”

“In all that time, have we ever lied to each other?”

Starsky lowered his head and sighed. “No.”

“So why can’t you be honest with me now?” he asked sincerely.

Starsky swallowed. “Because I’ve never done this before and it’s making me a little nervous.”

“Never done what before?”

“You know…been with a man,” he answered, innocently.

“And you think I have?”

“No, but from what you were saying in the car, it seems like you know more about it than I do.”

Hutch laughed out loud. “No Starsk, I don’t know any more than you do.”

“Oh.”

“Besides, you already have more experience than I do. You’ve passionately kissed a man on the lips…me.”

“Well, you did that too…you passionately kissed me back.” Starsky felt the need to make Hutch know he wasn’t just an innocent bystander in this.

“Yeah, but you initiated it– I was just the helpless victim,” Hutch joked with a big grin.

“Terrific,” Starsky replied, not appreciating the joke and still looking somewhat uneasy.

“Starsk, I was joking. It doesn’t matter if you initiated it or I initiated it– the main thing is– one of us did.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Hutch sat back and sighed. It was obvious– Starsky was upset that he was the one who initiated the kiss. He felt Hutch might not have wanted him to kiss him at all. Hutch just went with it to keep from hurting his feelings. Hutch needed to convince Starsky that he wanted this, and it had nothing to do with him initiating the kiss.

“Starsk, how can I convince you that even though you initiated the kiss, I was perfectly fine with you doing it? When you kissed me, it felt so right. I had no idea I was waiting all this time for you to do that.”

Starsky was still looking at him doubtfully.

“Have I ever lied to you? Tell me, have I?”

Starsky could hear the annoyance in Hutch’s tone. All he could manage to do was shake his head.

“Then why do you think I’m lying to you now?”

Starsky sat looking into his partner’s sincere blue eyes. He knew Hutch wasn’t lying about his feelings but the situation still bothered him.

Hutch had had enough of this. Suddenly he moved closer to Starsky and grabbed his face with both hands and gave him the most passionate kiss he’d ever given another human being. Starsky fell back on the couch and Hutch covered his body with his own. The kiss seemed to last forever and Hutch had to finally come up for air. He broke the kiss and leaned up off Starsky. Starsky was still lying in a prone position; breathing heavy with a very astonished look on his face.

“Now we’re even, buddy boy,” Hutch exclaimed with a wink. “And I don’t want another word about you thinking I didn’t welcome that kiss. Do you understand me?” Hutch said, pointing his finger directly at his partner to make sure he understood.

Starsky just blinked, with his mouth open and nodded.

“Good.” Hutch saw Starsky still had a surprised expression on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, in a gentler tone.

Starsky closed his mouth and sat up. “Y-yeah, I think so.”

Hutch smiled at him. “So, did you feel anything that time?”

“Um, yeah,” Starsky nodded. With more confidence he said, “Yes, I did.” He was grinning at his partner now. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“Well, I have this partner– a friend who’s very close to me. The damnedest thing was he told me he’d never kissed a man before he kissed me. It was hard to believe because he did it so well.”

“Is that so?” Starsky grinned, feigning disbelief.

“Yeah– so how ya feelin’ now about this whole thing?”

Starsky sighed. “Well, since we’re even now…I’m not sure.”

“Does that mean you’ve changed your mind about seeing where this will go?”

Starsky shrugged. “I really don’t know, Hutch. I mean this is a big step for us.”

“So, you’re saying you’re still on the fence.” Hutch replied, with a little disappointment in his voice that Starsky could hear…

Starsky just shrugged again and gave his partner a small smile.

 

Chapter Three

Hutch stared off into space as if contemplating something, then jumped up from the couch.

“Where ya’ goin’?” Starsky asked, looking up at him.

“I want to try something,” Hutch said, walking toward his bathroom.

“Try what?” Starsky asked dubiously.

“You’ll see. I’ll be right back.” Hutch disappeared into his bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Starsky sat back and blew out his breath, covering his face with his hands. What the hell was going on? Hutch kissed him, so now they were even. They both had kissed each other…now what? Starsky knew damn well what… Once again that familiar feeling of nervousness had returned– worse than before, if that were possible. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. This was Hutch after all– his partner, his best friend…his everything. Now he was soon to become his lover.

Starsky knew this was why he was so nervous. Even though this was Hutch, he had never had a sexual relationship with a man before and he knew Hutch hadn’t either. The kiss he gave Hutch was purely impulsive. He didn’t even think…he just acted. Now Hutch initiated a kiss and he’s sitting here acting like a nervous teenager, on his first date and the girl’s parents aren’t home. He knew he’d have to get his act together– after all, he started this whole thing. Hutch wanted to see where the kiss would take them and tonight Starsky was going to find out. He wasn’t sure if he was really ready for anything more than the kissing they’d already done, but if Hutch was up for more– he would be too. The last thing he ever wanted to do was to disappointment him.

Starsky waited for Hutch to come back for what seemed like an eternity. He thought he could hear the shower. Why would he be taking a shower?

Really Starsky? You’re asking why he would be taking a shower…

Even if he was taking a shower, he was still in there for a long time. Starsky got up and went to the door and knocked. “Hutch, you okay in there?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Starsky shrugged and went back to the couch. He decided to lie down and get comfortable — he had no idea how long Hutch would be. He placed his arm over his eyes and tried to calm himself. He slowly took in a deep breath through his nose and blew the air out through his mouth, just like Hutch taught him once, when he needed to calm down. Suddenly he heard Hutch coming out the bathroom. He removed his arm from his eyes and turned his head to see his partner wearing a robe, bare feet and carrying something in his hand.

Starsky immediately sat up and looked at Hutch’s hand.

“What’s that?” he asked, sitting up.

“Oh– this?” Hutch said, looking at his hand like he forgot he was holding something. “This is massage oil.”

“Massage oil? What’s it for?” Starsky asked cluelessly.

“What do you think massage oil is for, dummy?”

“It’s for massaging the body, I know that, but why do you have it?”

“Well, Starsk, you’ve have been through a lot this week– we both have…with John and all and I think you could use a massage.”

“You want to give me a massage?” he asked with wide cobalt eyes.

“Yeah– it’s very relaxing.”

…and erotic— Hutch thought to himself. He’s had some massages that almost led to happy endings. The only reason why they didn’t was because the therapist was a man.

“If you’re giving me a massage, why are you the one wearing a robe?”

Hutch looked down at himself. “Well, I want to be relaxed, too,” he grinned shyly.

Starsky narrowed his eyes at his partner. Did Hutch really think he was that naive? He was well aware Hutch was dressed like that in an attempt to be provocative. Starsky was sure he played this act on countless women, but the question was– is it working for him? He looked up at Hutch, allowing his eyes to travel up and down his body.

Hutch had on that green velour robe Starsky had seen him in many times. The robe was cinched at the waist and a lot of his chest was visible. Starsky wasn’t sure why seeing him in this robe seemed different this time. He was noticing his physique now– his legs were long and powerful. And his feet– he never noticed how big there were before. Starsky couldn’t tell if he was wearing anything under the robe, but if the night led them in a certain direction…he was sure he’d find out.

Hutch felt every inch of Starsky’s eyes checking him out. This was exactly what Hutch wanted– maybe seeing him dressed in only a robe and giving him an erotic massage would relax Starsky enough so they could move on to other activities.

Hutch was sure giving Starsky a massage would do wonders, not only for Starsky, but for him as well.

Starsky grinned at him. “Okay…I’m game. What do you want me to do?”

“Well, for starters–you need to get comfortable.”

Starsky looked down at himself. “I am comfortable– these jeans are broken in real good,” Starsky told him with confidence.

Hutch snickered. “Starsk, you have to be more comfortable than that. You’ve never had a full body massage before, have you?”

A full body massage? Does that mean what I think it means?

“No, I haven’t,” he admitted, “but I’ve seen ’em in the movies.”

“Well, in those movies– what were the people getting the massage wearing?”

“Not much,” he replied, a little worried.

“Right– they were probably told to take off their clothes and lie on a massage table. After that, a sheet or towel was placed over them.”

“Yeah, but do I have to do that?”

“Well yeah, Starsk–if you want a proper, relaxing massage.”

Did he just put emphasis on the word relaxing?

Starsky sat and thought over what Hutch had said. He wanted him to get naked and give him a massage. Starsky wasn’t sure about this, but since Hutch apparently was really putting in the effort, the least he could do was go along with it.

“So, you want me to undress?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan.” Hutch smiled, trying not to look too eager.

“Can I get undressed in your bathroom?” Starsky asked, so he wouldn’t have to strip in front of Hutch. Lord knows they’ve seen each other naked before in the precinct’s shower, but this was different. Now it was sexual and that made Starsky feel the need to be more modest…which was kind of new to the free spirit he was at heart.

“Of course—I have an extra robe in there you can put on. While you’re doing that, I’ll prepare the couch for you to lie on.”

Starsky watched as Hutch quickly started throwing the pillows off the couch. He walked toward the bathroom and just as he was putting his hand on the doorknob, Hutch called out to him. “Hey Starsk! While you’re in there I think it’ll be a good idea if you took a shower—fresh towels are on the shelf.”

Starsky gave him a confused expression, so Hutch explained: “You don’t want the massage oil mixing with the dirt on your skin, do you?”

Starsky simply shook his head. Hutch did have a point there– then disappeared inside the bathroom closing the door behind him.

After he shut the door behind him, Starsky saw the orange velour robe Hutch was referring to hanging on a hook behind the door. He turned the shower on and began to remove his shirt, jeans, underwear, socks, and sneakers. He laid them in a pile on the closed toilet seat then stepped into the shower. He grabbed the bar of soap and began to wash his so called ‘dirty skin.’ He didn’t wash his hair– it didn’t seem necessary. Besides– Hutch didn’t use the same shampoo he did.

Once done, he stepped out and grabbed a towel and dried himself off, then pulled the robe off the hook and slid it on. He wasn’t sure if Hutch wanted him completely naked or if he wanted him to keep his underwear on–so he decided to yell through the door and ask him: “Hey Hutch!”

“Yeah?”

“Do I take off…everything?”

“Yeah!”

“Including my underwear?” Starsky swallowed hard, in anticipation of his answer.

“Yes, Starsk…everything,” Hutch replied, taking Starsky’s jacket off the couch and throwing on a chair. He unfolded a sheet and laid it on the couch.

I was afraid of that. Why would he say anything else– after all, the endgame was for us to have sex…wasn’t it?

Starsky cinched his robe tightly, sans his black, bikini briefs. He took in a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Well, Starsk– everything is about to change between me and Hutch…forever. I’m really going to do this…have sex with my partner and best friend. Hutch said it would enhance the relationship we already had. I hope that would be true and our relationship and partnership wouldn’t be ruined…forever.

Once done, he picked up his clothes and sneakers and exited the bathroom. When he stepped out, he immediately smelled something he couldn’t identify. He saw where the odor was coming from. On the coffee table, a wooden bowl shaped like a Hershey’s Kiss had smoke coming out of it. He guessed it was some sort of incense, then he noticed that a crisp white sheet covered the entire couch. He also saw a bottle of oil on the table– for the first time he noticed it read—‘Johnson’s Baby Oil.’ How erotic is that? Starsky thought with a snicker.

Hutch looked up when he saw Starsky standing near the couch holding his clothes.

Hutch was taken back by the way Starsky looked in his robe. Orange looked good on him, even though it was apparent that he had it cinched tight– Starsky’s hairy chest was still quite visible, making him look quite sexy. The fact that Hutch knew just beneath the velour– Starsky was completely naked made him even sexier.

Starsk you’re really being ridiculous. Do you know how many times I’ve seen you naked or just in a towel over the past 7 years?

Starsky could see the way Hutch was looking him up and down, like he was the blue plate special. It made him horribly self-conscious. “So, where should I put these?” he asked, holding up his clothes and sneakers.

Hutch blinked as he came out of his daze of staring at Starsky and pointed to a nearby chair. Starsky padded over and laid his clothes down, then turned to face Hutch. He wasn’t sure where to put his hands. He discovered the robe had pockets – thank God! He shoved his hands into them, and waited for further instructions.

“Oh, I forgot the towels. Hold on a minute,” Hutch announced, running into the bathroom. He was back in a flash and placed them on the coffee table.

“What’s that?” Starsky asked.

“What’s what?”

“That,” Starsky said, pointing to the wooden Hershey’s Kiss.

“Oh…that’s a diffuser for aromatherapy oils.”

“Is that what I smell burning?”

“Yes, it’s called ‘Ylang Ylang’.”

“Ylang Ylang? What’s it for?” Starsky asked, genuinely interested.

“Well, it’s for sexual prowess. It increases libido and attraction between lovers, among other things.”

Starsky raised his eyebrows. “Do you really think we need it?”

“Well, it couldn’t hurt,” Hutch smiled.

Starsky shrugged, accepting whatever Hutch wanted to do no matter how weird he thought it was. “It smells pretty good,” he admitted, sniffing the air.

“Yeah… it’s made up of custard, jasmine, banana, honey, spice and neroli.”

“Neroli?”

“It’s a bitter orange,” Hutch explained. Moving to the couch, and smoothing out the sheet with his hands.

Starsky shook his head, smiling. Leave it to Hutch to come up with all this weird shit.

“Okay,” Hutch announced. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” he said, slapping his hands together while he grinned broadly.

“Sure,” Starsky said, but the look on his face said he was hardly ready.

Hutch noticed it. “Why don’t you lie down on the sheet, Starsk?”

“Like this?” Starsky inquired, moving to lie down on his back.

“No, it’s better if you lie on your stomach.”

“Oh,” he replied, then flipped himself over onto his belly.

Hutch knew he should have him remove his robe, but he didn’t want to move too fast and cause Starsky any more anxiety than he already had. He figured going slow would be better than rushing things. This was about making Starsky relaxed and comfortable.

Hutch could feel himself becoming aroused already at the sight of his partner lying on his stomach with that amazing butt filling out the robe nicely. He could see the outline and the fact that he was naked under it almost made him swoon.
I always thought Starsk had a great ass… It was so obvious in those extremely tight jeans he was always wore…and then there’s that walk. It was almost like he was deliberately making it more enticing. I remember the time I was coming out of a store carrying our lunch and he was by the car dancing and wiggling it. I think that was the first time I really noticed just how amazing it was. Now here it lies before me…waiting for my attentions…

Starsky laid his head on folded arms, turning to the side so he could watch Hutch. Hutch padded over to his record collection and searched through them until he found the one he was looking for. He took it from its sleeve and placed it on the turntable. Soon, sweet, sensuous sounds permeated the apartment. Hutch came back and grabbed the bottle of oil. He opened it and poured some into the palm of his hand, then rubbed his hands together, warming it.

“Starsky, open the robe to your waist,” Hutch instructed.

Starsky leaned up and took his arms out of the robe, then opened it to his waist. He was glad he cinched it tightly. The last thing he wanted was to have it completely fall open and expose his entire naked body. It was still a little too soon for that.
Once he did that, he laid back down.

“Put your arms down at your sides.”

Starsky obeyed, then waited.

“Okay Starsk, close your eyes and try to relax. You’re going to like this, I promise,” Hutch reassured.

Starsky tried to do just that. He took in a deep breath and let it out. Just then he felt Hutch’s hands on his upper back. His hands were a bit cold and slippery, but it still felt good as Hutch massaged his shoulders and the nape of his neck. Starsky carried a lot of tension there, so the muscles were very tight. As he squeezed the knots out, he heard Starsky groaning.

“You okay, Starsk?”

“Mmm, hmm.”

Then he pressed his hands down to the small of his back, just above his butt. He let his hands slip under the robe, massaging his hips and a bit of butt cheek– just to see his reaction. There wasn’t any…which was a good sign, Hutch thought. He went back up to his upper back, shoulders, neck one last time to make sure all the knots and kinks were gone. Starsky was continuously making noises of pleasure– moaning and groaning loudly.

Hutch smiled to himself and continued to turn Starsky’s stiff muscles into jelly. He moved on to his arms. He poured more oil into his palm and after warming it in his hands, he lifted Starsky’s arm and proceeded to rub and squeeze out the tension. He started with his hand– massaging each digit and palm, then moved to his wrist, followed by his forearm, upper arm and stopping at his shoulder. Starsky was moaning into the couch cushion.

“You likin’ this, Starsk?” he asked, knowing full well what his answer would be.

“Mmm, hmm,” Starsky replied, still unable to use actual words.

“Good, buddy. I’m only just beginning,” Hutch told him and he heard Starsky chuckle.

Once Hutch was done with one arm, he immediately moved to the other. Since it was resting against the back of the couch, Starsky had to turn on his right side so Hutch could massage his arm and hands. He made it just as boneless as the other one. When he finished, he stopped momentarily, telling Starsky to lay back on his stomach. Starsky let out a groan of disappointment.

“Don’t stop…it feels so good,” Starsky exclaimed, mumbling into the couch cushion.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, but it’s time to move on,” Hutch said, pouring more oil into his palm.

Starsky leaned up on his elbows and looked back at Hutch. “Move on where?” he asked, with a little concern. He knew the only place left to go was below his waist.

Hutch heard the trepidation in his voice. “Starsk, it’s okay. I’m just going to work on your legs and feet now.”

“Oh…okay,” he said. Relieved, he laid back down and waited for Hutch to begin.

Hutch started at the top of his thighs just below his butt, massaging his entire thigh. Then he made his way down, massaging and squeezing his calves and ankles. He quickly moved on to the other leg. Once every muscle seemed relaxed, he moved on to his feet.

Hutch read a little about Reflexology, the application of pressure to areas on the feet to alleviate stress. The theory behind it is: areas of the foot correspond to organs and systems of the body. He made sure to spend a lot of time on Starsky’s feet. Hutch sat on his coffee table and after pouring more oil into his palm– he began rubbing Starsky’s feet slowly and deliberately, massaging each toe. He pressed his thumb into the soul of his foot. Starsky let out a yelp. Apparently, Hutch had applied a little too much pressure.

“Sorry Starsk. I’ll try not to press so hard next time,” he said, continuing where he left off with a gentler touch.

As Hutch continued to massage Starsky foot, he would hear him giggling and trying to move his foot out of his hand. He said he was ticklish. Hutch got a tighter grip on his foot and not allow him to pull it out his hand. He would even purposefully run his fingers along the soul of Starsky’s feet, just to hear him squeal and giggle and try to twist away. Hutch knew this was torturous for his partner and he took a bit of pleasure from that.

After what seemed like an eternity, Hutch finally began on his other foot– in exactly the same way. Starsky never felt so good and relaxed in his entire life. His body was so relaxed, like there wasn’t a bone in it. This massage stuff was amazing, he thought, but he knew Hutch said he was going to give him a full body massage. He knew exactly what that meant—or at least he assumed it did. Having never had one before, he wasn’t exactly sure what it entailed, but he had heard about happy endings…

Was Hutch going to give me one of those? I’m not sure how I feel about that. I mean, I don’t want to disappoint him, but is this going too far, too fast… I’m not even sure if we’re actually going to have full on sex tonight. Would this lead right to that?

Before Starsky started on this train of thought, he felt like he had briefly fallen asleep… more than once. Hutch did hear him snoring at one point. When Starsky woke up, he knew for sure that he drooled a little. Suddenly, he felt Hutch move away from him. The cold air from his absence assaulted Starsky’s bare skin, making him shiver. He wished Hutch would come back. He decided to raise himself up on his elbows and look back to see what Hutch was doing. He watched as he poured more oil into his palm.

Now Starsky knew for sure that the only part of his body left was the part that was now covered with his robe…his ass. Immediately he became anxious at the thought of Hutch massaging his naked butt. Was this even necessary? Did his ass have muscles that needed relaxing?

“Whadaya’ doin’?” Starsky decided to ask, just so he’d know what to expect sooner rather than later.

“I’m warming the oil in my hands so we can continue your massage,” Hutch replied simply.

“Continue my massage? Haven’t you pretty much covered all the territory?” Starsky asked, knowing Hutch hadn’t.

“Well Starsk, I told you that I was going to give you a full body massage.”

“What does that mean… exactly?” Starsky was asking questions he already knew the answers to trying to prolong the inevitable.

“Just what it’s called, Starsk– full body.”

Starsky swallowed hard. “You mean—everything? Everywhere??”

“Usually, but that’s up to the person getting the massage. He has to give the masseur permission, of course.”

“Of course,” Starsky repeated. “So it doesn’t have to be full body, if I don’t agree to it? It can be half body?” Starsky was only half joking.

“Well, if that’s what you really want, but your massage experience won’t be complete if I stop now. In order for you to get all the benefits, it has to be full body.”

“The full benefits, huh?” he asked, glancing at his partner.

Hutch nodded and smiled that sweet smile of his. He saw Starsky wrestling with this decision. “Starsk, you trust me, don’t you?” Hutch asked, leaning closer, so he could look him in the eyes.

“Yeah, but I’m not sure what I’m trusting you to do,” Starsky said, honestly.

“Well, you trust me not to hurt you. Right?”

“Yeah.”

“And you trust me not to make you uncomfortable. Right?”

“Yeah.”

“You trust that I’m going to do my best to make you feel good…no, feel incredible– right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then what’s the problem, Starsk? You just have to trust me. You know I’m not going to rape you or anything.”

Starsky had to laugh out loud at that remark. It made him feel foolish for being so nervous and apprehensive. This was Hutch after all– and he trusted him with his life, so why not trust him with his pleasure, too…

“There’s no problem, Hutch. Please– continue,” Starsky said, lying back down with his arms resting under his head waiting for his partner to continue his full body massage.

Hutch got up from the coffee table and stood next to the couch. He slowly and carefully reached underneath Starsky and uncinched his robe. Starsky raised his butt to make it easier for him. Hutch removed the robe exposing two perfectly shaped mounds. Starsky immediately tensed up and let out a sharp intake of air.

“It’s okay, buddy. Just relax. I’m going to make you feel amazing…just let me.”

“Okay, Hutch…I trust you,” Starsky said into his folded arms.

Hutch gave him a smile he didn’t see– then proceeded to complete his massage.

Once again he poured oil into his palms and rubbed his hands together. He did it a little longer this time, so his hands would be nice and warm before he placed them on his partner’s naked butt. “Okay Starsk. I’m going to put my hands on your butt now.”

He could see Starsky nod in agreement. Hutch put a hand on each cheek and rested them there until the initial shock wore off. After a few seconds, Hutch began to squeeze and knead the firm mounds as if they were dough, immediately eliciting a soft moan.

Hutch kneaded his ass from top to bottom, covering every inch of the firm muscle. There were times when Hutch’s slippery fingers would accidently slide into his crack. When he didn’t get any protest from his partner, he would deliberately move his fingers in there.

“Oh God, Hutch…that feels so good!” Starsky exclaimed, causing a big grin on Hutch’s handsome features.

By now, Hutch was feeling very aroused. He could feel his cock rising to attention under his robe. He tried desperately to control it but as soon as he started massaging Starsky’s ass, he knew it was a losing battle. He hoped that Starsky wouldn’t notice.

“Good, Starsk. I can make you feel even better. Would you like me to?”

Starsky’s body felt like soft ‘Play-doh.’ His brain was becoming just as soft. After what Hutch had done to him, he wasn’t capable of any rational thought. He would have agreed to just about anything Hutch suggested. “Yeah, sure.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay. I’m going to rub your anus now,” Hutch announced– so Starsky wouldn’t be shocked when it happened.

He exposed the puckered hole by opening his index finger and thumb separating his cheeks, then placed the index finger of his other hand directly on it. He paused for a moment to see if Starsky would protest and when he didn’t, Hutch began to gently rub the small opening. This elicited deep moans from him.

“You okay, Starsk?

“Mmm, hmm”

With Starsky’s okay, Hutch continued to massage his anus. He wanted to put the tip of his finger inside, but he didn’t know how he would react, so he decided to just ask him.

“Starsk.”

“Huh?”

“Do you want me to make you feel even better?”

“How ya’ gonna’ do that? I’m feelin’ pretty good right now.”

“Well, I was thinking on putting the tip of my finger inside you.”

“You want to stick your finger in my ass?!” Starsky exclaimed, partially sitting up to look back at his partner.

“Just the tip. I heard it’s supposed to feel really good.”

“Who told you that?”

Hutch shrugged. “I heard it somewhere, but if you don’t want me to…”

“I didn’t say that,” Starsky said, cutting him off. He thought about it for a moment. “You sure it’s supposed to feel really good?”

“That’s what I heard– if you don’t like it, I’ll stop and take it out immediately.”

Starsky thought some more about it. Hell, apparently this was a night of firsts, so why not add this one to the list…
“Terrific,” he said, lying back down.

Hutch reached over and grabbed the jar of Vaseline he had placed on the coffee table. He opened it and stuck his index finger inside, pulling out a small dollop. He resumed his hand positioning in Starsky’s butt crack, then placed the tip of his index finger at the puckered hole. He gently pushed his finger inside– up to his first finger joint. It slid in easily. Once inside, he waited a beat for Starsky to get used to the small invader. Starsky didn’t say anything, so Hutch began to wiggle his finger inside him. This time, it evoked a low moan.

“You okay, Starsk? You want me to stop?”

“No… Keep goin’—put it in more,” he moaned, to Hutch’s surprise. Hutch did as he was told, and he pushed more of his finger inside him- the entire second joint disappeared inside his ass. He let it rest there before wiggling it. Starsky’s moan got louder this time, indicating that he was enjoying it.

“Do you want more Starsk?”

“Yes…please.” Hutch watch as Starsky’s butt began to gyrate exquisitely. Hutch could feel his cock twitch beneath his robe.
He pushed more of his finger inside his partner–up to the knuckle. After waiting a beat, he wiggled it. At that moment, Starsky nearly jumped off the couch. His hips started humping the couch cushion uncontrollably. Hutch figured he must have hit the infamous prostate gland. His fingers were definitely long enough to reach it. He heard that when stimulated, it can feel incredible. He decided to linger there a bit longer. Starsky continued to writhe and moan, then began to shout: “Hutch! Oh God…whadaya doin’ to me?!”

“Makin’ you feel good, babe.”

“You’re killin’ me here!”

“You want me to stop?”

“Yeah…no…I don’t know! Ahh!!”

Hutch figured Starsky was experiencing the sweet agony of sexual bliss. Since he was lying on his stomach, he knew Starsky probably had a painful erection by now…not unlike his own. Any more stimulation would probably bring more discomfort to his trapped member, so Hutch decided to stop, but he needed to break the bad news to Starsky first. He had already moved his finger away from his prostate, but next he wanted to remove his finger from his ass all together.

“Starsk, I’m going to remove my finger now.”

“NO! DON’T!” he yelled.

“Starsk, I think you’ve had enough.” Hutch’s finger was still inside his ass.

Starsky turned to look at him. “I’ll be the one to decide that! Now– that thing you did—do it again!” Starsky commanded.

Hutch sighed. “It’s not good to overstimulate the prostate, Starsky. It’ll start to hurt.”

Starsky let out a loud groan of frustration. “Fine, but you have to promise me you’ll do it again…real soon.”

Hutch smiled. “I promise. Can I remove my finger now?”

“Yeah, if you have to,” he said sadly.

Hutch removed his finger slowly and carefully, so the soft tissue inside the anus wouldn’t tear, then he walked over and picked up one of the towels from the table, and laid it across Starsky’s butt.

“How ya’ doin’, Starsk?”

“Just terrific, Hutch– you made me feel so good! You’re really good at this massage stuff,” he exclaimed, looking back at Hutch with a big grin.

“I’m really glad to hear that, Starsk. Now, flip over, Hutch instructed.

“Um, what?”

“Flip over.”

“You want me to turn over?”

“Yeah– turn over onto your back.”

Starsky leaned up on his elbows and turned to look at Hutch. “I can’t, Hutch.”

“What do you mean you can’t? Just turn over.”

“Hutch, I really enjoyed what you did to me…”

“I know Starsk. You told me.”

“No, you don’t understand. I really, really, enjoyed it.”

“I get it…you enjoyed it a lot– that’s great.”

“Hutch…I really, really, really enjoyed it!” Starsky shouted in frustration.

Hutch frowned, then like a light switch was turned on– he blinked at his partner as his situation finally dawned on him.
“Oh…Starsk…you have a…”

“Yeah, genius…it’s about time.” Starsky propped his head up on one hand.

Hutch made a face. “Well, ya’ could have just come out and told me.”

“I couldn’t…it’s too…embarrassing.”

“Starsk, it’s me…I totally understand. It’s okay.”

“So, what happens now?”

“Well,” Hutch began, rubbing the back of his neck. “Um– are you in any pain?”

“It’s not the most comfortable position in the world,” Starsky admitted, grimacing as he shifted.

“Then Starsk, I think you really need to turn over.”

Starsky sighed. “You really think so?”

“You said you’re uncomfortable, so that would be the best thing to do.” Hutch gave him a reassuring smile.

“Okay,” he said, turning his body to the side and holding onto the towel as he moved. Once Starsky was on his back, he arranged the towel so his groin was covered.

Hutch raised his eyebrows, staring. Starsky noticed and his eyes followed where Hutch was staring. They both were staring at Starsky’s groin, as his cock was slowing rising under the towel– creating a tent.

“That’s what I call pitching a tent,” Hutch said, laughing.

“It’s not funny!” Starsky yelled as he tried to turn back over to hide himself.

Hutch grabbed his shoulders to stop him. “I’m sorry, Starsk. I didn’t mean to laugh. Come on, don’t turn back over– stay on your back,” he implored, pinning Starsky’s shoulders to the couch.

“No way, Hutch! Let me go!” he demanded, struggling with his partner.

“Starsky, stop…you’re going to hurt yourself. In your condition, I really don’t think you should be lying on it.”

Starsky stopped struggling and stared intensely into Hutch’s face. “Then what do you suggest I do?”

“Why don’t you let me…give you a happy ending?”

“Whadaya’ talkin’ about?”

“I’m talking about relieving the pressure you’re experiencing.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you want to…jerk me off?”

“I wouldn’t phrase it so crudely, but yeah.”

Starsky’s eyes widened. “Are you outta your mind?”

“No, Starsk, I’m not. It’s not unusual for something like this to happen to a man during a full body massage. It’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.”

“That’s what you say. You’re not the one lying here in this… condition,” Starsky said as his cock continued to grow.

How the hell is my dick still growing when I’m under all this stress?! I thought stress kills erections…

“Masseuses and masseurs – that’s what you call male massage therapists- have to deal with this kind of thing all the time. It’s really no big deal.”

“But you’re not a ‘masseur’…you’re my partner.”

“Yes, and your best friend…and soon to be lover. You shouldn’t feel uncomfortable or embarrassed around me. I’m always going to be here to help you…no matter what.”

Starsky laid back on the couch contemplating if he should actually let Hutch give him a ‘happy ending.’

Maybe I should just get up off this couch, run into the bathroom and relieve this damn thing myself. That would be the best thing to do… but after Hutch’s speech, I’m sure it would hurt his feelings. He’d think I didn’t feel comfortable around him enough to let him do this for me. Besides, we both agreed to see where the kiss would take us. This is a part of that process: being sexually vulnerable and open to the person you want to have a sexual relationship with.

Starsky placed his hands behind his head.

“Okay…you can give me a… happy ending– if you want,” he said in a small voice.

“Starsk, it’s not about what I want. It’s about what you want. Do you really want me to do that?”

“Yeah, Hutch…I do,” Starsky said with sincerity—and a dash of confidence.

Hutch smiled down at him, then reached for the oil and poured some into his palm. He sat on the edge of the coffee table and rubbed his hands together to warm them. Just as he was about to lift his towel, Starsky said, “Ah…Hutch…wait a minute.”

“Yeah?”

“Can I keep the towel on me?”

“Sure, Starsk, if that’s what you want.” Then Hutch put one hand underneath the towel and gently grasped Starsky’s still erect penis.

Starsky took in a sharp breath. “Christ, your hand’s cold!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Starsk. I tried to rub them together to warm them,” Hutch said. He vigorously rubbed his hands together and blew into them.

“Well, that didn’t work!” he replied, a bit annoyed.

Hutch decided to go over to the stove and turn on one of the burners. He placed his hands near the flame and held them there until his hands were nice and toasty. After turning off the burner, he returned to his very patient partner.

“Okay, Starsk– this should be a lot better,” he said. Sitting back down and putting his hand back under the towel, he grasped Starsky’s penis. “How’s that?”

“Mmm, A lot better… it feels really good.”

“Great!” Hutch then proceeded to rub his partner’s erection. It wasn’t easy because he couldn’t see what he was doing, but he knew uncovering him would be too distressing, so he continued to blindly stroke Starsky’s penis.

Hutch placed his other hand under the towel, so both hands were now working to relieve Starsky’s situation. His right hand moved up and down his shaft while his left hand gently massaged his scrotum.

Starsky shut his eyes and began to sigh and moan loudly. Hutch kept his eyes on his face to gage his reactions. As his hand moved faster on Starsky’s penis and he squeezed his balls tighter, Starsky’s head began to move from side to side. He put his hands over his head and gripped the arm of the couch. His hips were bucking wildly, and it took all of Hutch’s strength to keep him on the couch.

Suddenly, with all his gyrating– Starsky’s towel came off and fell to the floor. Starsky seemed unaware of it, so Hutch just kept working to bring him off. Now Hutch could see exactly what he was doing. Starsky’s erect penis was impressive– it was thicker at the base and narrowed toward the head. Dark curly pubic hair– not unlike the thick mane on his head– surrounded the base. A fine sheen of sweat covered his entire body and his chest was heaving.

“Hutch! Hutch!”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“I’m so close…don’t stop!”

“I won’t,” he assured.

Hutch noticed a bubble of precum had formed on the tip of Starsky’s cock. He smeared it over the head with his thumb then gripped the shaft, sliding his hand down to the base and back up again. His other hand continuously manipulated his balls. The simultaneous motion was almost too much for Starsky to bear. His mouth gaped open, and he struggled for air.

“Hutch! I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!” Starsky shouted, his body lifting off the couch.

“Then come, Starsk– come for me.”

As if on command, Starsky’s hot cum shot up like a geyser and his entire body spasmed. He was still gripping the arm of the couch for dear life. His cum continued to spew and Hutch found it hard to keep it from going everywhere.

If I knew Starsk was going to come this hard, I would have covered the entire apartment with plastic.

 

Chapter Four

Finally, the spewing subsided and Starsky’s breathing began to slow down. He opened his eyes and looked at Hutch, smiling. Hutch took his hands off his groin and looked down at his very satiated partner and smiled. Starsky let go of the arm of the couch and placed his hands on his stomach. He felt the stickiness from his cum– then lifted his head and saw it had gone all over the couch, the table, the floor and…Hutch. He leaned up on his elbows.

“Oh man, Hutch, I’m really sorry for making such a mess,” he apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, Starsk,” Hutch said, getting a towel and wiping his hands and face. He grabbed a second one and brought it over and began to wipe Starsky off.

Starsky grabbed the towel. “Thanks, but I can do it myself,” he said, sitting up and wiping cum off his stomach and all the other places it landed on his body.

Hutch went into the kitchen, grabbed a bunch of paper towels and began to wipe the floor and the table. Thank God for the sheet I put on the couch, otherwise I’d have to find an upholstery cleaner. It was bad enough the cleaning lady would probably find some unidentifiable stains that I hope she could get out.

Hutch glanced at Starsky and noticed how he didn’t seem to mind that his towel was gone and now he was completely naked. He watched as Starsky wiped his genitals without shame or embarrassment. When Starsky noticed Hutch staring at him, he stopped and placed the towel on his groin, holding it there.

Hutch lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry for staring, Starsk,” he said, his face crimson.

Starsky smiled shyly. “It’s okay. I really made a spectacle of myself, didn’t I?”

“As long as you enjoyed yourself– nothing else matters,” Hutch grinned, continuing to clean his living room and pull the sheet off the couch.

“Hey, Hutch…I shouldn’t be just lying here watching you clean. After all, I did all this– the least I could do is help you,” Starsky said, getting off the couch and holding the towel on his groin.

“Starsk…ah…” Hutch couldn’t finish his sentence after getting a glimpse of his partner standing naked, with only a towel hiding his genitals. Again, he found himself staring at Starsky…he just looked so damn hot. His lustful expression wasn’t lost on Starsky.

“Yeah?” he responded.

“Um…why don’t you go take a shower? I’ll finish up in here.”

“Oh…okay,” Starsky said. As he started to turn around, he remembered nothing was covering his ass. He quickly opened the towel and wrapped it around his waist, then padded into the bathroom. After shutting the door, he dropped the towel, turned on the faucet and stepped under the spray. This time he let the water fall all over his sweaty head then soaped up his body. When he was done, he turned off the faucet and grabbed a fresh towel. He rubbed it vigorously on his wet curls, then turned to take his clothes off the toilet seat and noticed they weren’t there.

Damn! I left my clothes in the living room.

Starsky wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door. He quickly padded over to the chair to retrieve his clothes. Hutch was bending over wiping the table when he saw Starsky reaching for his clothes.

“I forgot these,” Starsky grinned, embarrassed. When Hutch stood up straight, Starsky noticed that Hutch had an erection. It wasn’t major, but enough that Starsky noticed. Ah…so he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Starsky couldn’t help but stare at Hutch’s groin. Hutch looked down at himself and immediately tried to hide the object of his partner’s scrutiny by cinching his robe tighter, but it really wasn’t working.

Hutch’s face turned a bright shade of red.

“Um, ah,” he stammered, not knowing what to say. He decided to stop talking, grin and place his hands over his groin.

Starsky stood smiling at him, causing Hutch even more distress and embarrassment.

“Starsk, why don’t you go back in the bathroom and get dressed,” Hutch said to make him go away.

“Wait a minute…an interesting situation has arisen– pardon the pun.” Starsky had his hands on his hips.

“Starsk, please,” Hutch implored.

“It looks like you’re in the same situation that I was in moments ago.”

“So.”

“So, didn’t you come up with a solution to my problem?”

Yeah, but…”

“And what exactly did you do?” Starsky asked, grinning knowingly.

Hutch sighed. “I…” he mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?” Starsky asked, cupping his hand behind one ear.

“I jerked you off,” Hutch whispered.

“What? I couldn’t quite hear ya’.”

“I jerked you off!” Hutch shouted to his own embarrassment.

“Ah.. yes–so you did,” Starsky said, continuing to grin.

“What are you getting at, Starsky?”

“Come on now. You know exactly what I’m getting at.”

Hutch turned away from him. “Well, that ain’t gonna’ happen,” he said adamantly.

Starsky padded up to him quickly, grabbed his arm and turned him back around. “Do you mean to tell me you’re not gonna let me return the favor?” Starsky asked seriously.

“Starsk, it’s not necessary. I can take care of this myself.”

Starsky let go of his arm and turned away, with his head down– then quickly turned back around. “I can’t believe you– so all that stuff you said to me earlier only applies to you. You want me to trust you but you won’t trust me?” Starsky asked with hurt in his voice.

“Starsk, it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me, partner– how is it exactly?”

“Starsky, I caused you to…get that way, by the massage I gave you.”

“So?”

“It was my responsibility to… remedy it.”

“Oh really– so it was your fault I got an erection?”

“That’s right.”

Starsky thought for a moment.

“So, whose fault was it that got you in your present condition, huh?”

Hutch looked away.

“Come on…who?”

“You…it was you and what I was doing to you,” Hutch admitted, looking at Starsky through his eyelashes.

“Uh-huh. So according to you, that means it’s my responsibility to remedy it– right?”

“Wrong. Starsk, it’s not about taking turns. You don’t have to do anything.”

“You’re right…I don’t have to do anything, but I want to. Look, Hutch, I’m really flattered that I turned you on so much you got in this condition– but don’t you think I should be the one to do something about it?” Starsky’s blue eyes became brighter as he implored his partner to see his side.

Hutch closed his eyes, then opened them to look directly into Starsky’s. A silent moment passed between them. “Okay, Starsk,” he smiled, “if it means that much to you.”

“Yes, it does,” Starsky said. He took Hutch’s hand and led him into the bedroom.

“Lie back on the bed,” he ordered. Hutch obeyed, placing his arm under his head. Starsky glanced at his tenting robe.

“Hutch, open your robe,” he commanded in a soft voice. Hutch looked up at him with apprehensive eyes.

Starsky smiled down at him. “It’s just me, Hutch. Go ahead…it’s okay.”

Hutch placed both hands on the belt and undid the knot. He slowly opened his robe revealing a prominent erection. Hutch’s cock was quite impressive, its length and girth were larger than average, taking on the look of small salami. Surprisingly, his pubic hair wasn’t as blond has his head – it was darker– brownish.

“Terrific. Now just relax and let me do all the work, okay?”

Hutch nodded, placing his arm back under his head to watch the proceedings.

Starsky had never done anything like this before and to be honest, he was a little nervous. He wanted to do a good job for Hutch, like he did for him. He figured maybe he should just do what Hutch did to him, but he didn’t want to just copy him. He decided to just wing it and hope for the best.

He remembered Hutch using oil, so he ran back to the living room and grabbed the oil from the table. He shook it and was thankful there was some left. He poured it in his palm then remembered how cold it was when Hutch used it.

“Damn! I’ll be right back.” Starsky ran from the bedroom again.

Hutch glanced down at his boner and thought: if Starsky kept this up, he wouldn’t be in this condition for too much longer…

Starsky turned on one of the burners on the stove and placed his open palms near the flame, warming his hands. Once they were sufficiently warm, he turned it off and ran back to the bedroom. Hutch was narrowing his eyes at him.

“I’m sorry, Hutch. I remember how it felt then you put your cold hands on me. I didn’t want that to happen to you,” he explained, pouring the oil into his palm, and rubbing his hands together.

“I appreciate that, Starsk– but lying here like this is a bit… humiliating.”

“Sorry,” Starsky apologized again. “Hopefully, this will make up for it.” He sat on the side of the bed and gripped Hutch’s cock with his left hand. Immediately, he heard him take in a sharp breath.

“Still too cold?” Starsky asked, removing his hand immediately.

“No. It feels really good.”

Starsky smiled then proceeded to move his hand up and down his shaft. Hutch’s breathing began to quicken and he started to moan.

Starsky took his other hand and squeezed his balls– like Hutch did to him. Hutch closed his eyes and licked his lips. Starsky watched him then moved his hand faster on his cock. Hutch’s head began to move back and forth as his body started to gyrate on the bed. Hutch opened his legs wider to give his partner even more access. Starsky moved from the side of the bed and knelt between Hutch’s spread legs. He continued to manipulate his testicles, causing Hutch to moan louder and louder.
“Jesus, Starsk…that feels so fucking good!

“Happy to hear that…”

Starsky kept pumping Hutch’s cock– then he got an idea. He bent his head closer to Hutch’s cock then looked up at his partner. Hutch still had his eyes closed, so he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip to the head of Hutch’s cock. A bit of precum had formed and he licked it, tasting his partner’s essence. Starsky thought it tasted salty with some other flavor he couldn’t identify. After that, he placed his tongue at the base of Hutch’s cock and slowly licked upward then back down to the base. As he licked, he imaged it was a big lollipop.

Suddenly, Hutch’s eye popped open. He no longer felt Starsky’s hand, just a warm, moistness running up and down his penis.

“Starsk, what on earth are you doin’?”

Starsky stopped, licking his lips. “I’m giving you pleasure. Don’t you like it?”

“Yeah, it feels great, but you don’t have to do this.”

“I know that, Hutch. Like I said before– I want to.”

“But have you ever done anything like this before?”

Starsky shook his head. “No, but when a woman has gone down on me, it felt really good. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to do that to someone else.”

Hutch’s eyes widened in surprise, causing Starsky to laugh.

“I don’t mean I’ve thought long and hard– pun intended– about it, it’s just when this opportunity presented itself, I figured I’d find out. Plus, I was wondering…um…what you might taste like,” Starsky admitted, shyly.

Hutch’s eyes seemed to grow even larger.

“Is it okay with you?”

Hutch simply nodded with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Terrific!” Starsky went back to licking Hutch’s cock, holding onto the base, his other hand toying with his balls. When his tongue got back to the tip, Starsky opened his mouth and devoured the entire head. He knew because of Hutch’s size, he would never try to deep-throat him, so just the head would have to do. Apparently from Hutch’s reaction, this would be plenty.

Hutch was groaning now. He had taken his arm from under his head and placed both hands into Starsky’s thick head of curls. He began to caress his head while Starsky continued to suck the head of his cock and manipulate his scrotum. It seemed like the more he sucked the more precum was oozing out.

“Mmm… Starsk, your mouth feels so damn good!”

Starsky sucked for a few more minutes then stopped, slowly moving up Hutch’s body, causing Hutch to release his head. He placed a hand on either side of Hutch, then leaned down inches from his face and stared intensely into his crystal blue eyes.
“Do you wanna’ know what you taste like?” Starsky asked with a wicked grin.

Hutch was taken aback by the question and didn’t really know what to say.

Starsky wants me to taste myself on his lips? Do I really want to do this? Would he feel bad if I said no? This is so fucking weird, but I guess if this is what he wants me to do…I’ll do it. The last thing I’d want to do is disappoint him.

“Yeah…sure,” Hutch finally said with a weak smile.

Starsky leaned down and touched Hutch’s lips tentatively. He broke the kiss to look into his eyes. With a smile of approval from Hutch, he leaned down again and kissed him deeply and passionately. Hutch could taste himself on Starsky’s lips, but he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Starsky broke the kiss and looked down into his face.

“So, how was it? Did ya like it?” he asked, his blue eyes bright.

“To be honest Starsk– .no, I didn’t.”

Starsky shrugged. “Oh… well, that’s okay. Unless you’re a contortionist, you won’t be blowing yourself anytime soon anyway,” he grinned.

“Did you…um…like it?” Hutch asked, sheepishly.

I can’t believe I’m actually asking someone if they liked the taste of my semen– let alone it being my partner. This is seriously a night of firsts…

Starsky licked his lips as though he were at a wine tasting– examining and evaluating Hutch’s semen.

“Well, it’s bold, lush, and intense– without notes of fruitiness.”

Hutch snickered and shook his head. “Are you describing my semen or wine?”

“Your semen of course–it’s like a fine wine,” Starsky said, smiling, then he dove back down to capture Hutch’s mouth again.

Hutch raised his hands and placed them on Starsky’s amazing ass. He grasped the firm globes through the towel. Starsky moaned into Hutch’s mouth as his buttocks were being squeezed and caressed. In the heat of the moment, Hutch ripped the towel off, then began to knead Starsky’s ass in earnest– occasionally pulling his cheeks apart exposing the puckered opening.

Without breaking the kiss, Starsky grabbed hold of the brass head board with one hand and reached down between them to grasp Hutch’s cock with the other. His hand moved slowly up and down the shaft, then picked up the pace. Soon Starsky’s hand was moving like a piston.

Hutch finally had to break the kiss in order to get some air. What Starsky was doing to him was taking his breath away…literally. Hutch removed his hands from Starsky’s ass– to the dismay of Starsky, then gripped the sheets on either side of him.

“Oh my God Starsk…Oh God!”

“Are ya’ close?” Starsky asked, still working hard to get his partner off.

Hutch nodded, shutting his eyes tight. Suddenly, his body lifted off the bed and hot cum spewed from his cock. Starsky didn’t stop pumping until Hutch stopped coming and his body relaxed. Starsky released the headboard and sat back on his heels, watching his partner. Hutch’s eyes finally opened to find Starsky sitting there, grinning.

“How ya’ doin’?”

“Who me?”

“Who else am I talkin’ to?”

“I’m doin’ just fine,” Hutch replied with a big satiated grin. “In fact, I’m doin’ better than fine. C’mere.”

Hutch reached up and pulled Starsky’s face down to meet his– giving him a bruising kiss. Starsky quickly retaliated and soon both men were devouring each other’s mouths. When the kiss ended, Starsky laid his head on Hutch’s chest, closing his eyes. Hutch placed his hand on the small of Starsky’s back.

“Hutch?”

“Yeah.”

“Whadaya think of my kissing now?”

“Starsk, you are not only a good kisser– you’re a good sucker, licker, jerk-offer, scrotum squeezer and most of all…lover.” Hutch ended the last word, with a kiss on Starsky’s head.

Starsky lifted his head to look up at Hutch. “Well, you’re not so bad yourself, shweetheart.”

Hutch laughed out loud. “Thanks.”

“No– really, Hutch, you were incredible– no woman has ever made me feel that good,” Starsky admitted, lying his head back down on Hutch’s chest.

“Same here, buddy. I had no idea that a kiss could bring us here.”

Starsky snickered. “Yeah…that was some kiss, huh?”

“It certainly was,” Hutch replied, laughing.

They laid in silence for a few minutes– just holding each other. Starsky listened to Hutch’s heartbeat, as if it were beating for him alone. These men had been closer than brothers– now they’re embarking on a whole new part of their relationship…as lovers.

“Hutch, as much as I hate to disturb our embrace, if I don’t take my head off your cum covered chest– someone is going to have to pry it off.”

“Starsk, is that your tactful way of saying that we need to take a shower?”

“Yeah– don’t you think we should before we’re stuck like this permanently?”

“Well, would that be such a bad idea?” Hutch asked, grinning down at him.

“No, but I think one of us should at least leave a note for Dobey explaining how we got this way after they find our bodies.”

“Oh…I don’t think he’ll have any trouble figuring that out.”

“Okay, but I still think we need to shower,” Starsky said, lifting his head off Hutch’s chest.

Hutch’s hand gripped his butt, preventing him from getting up. “On one condition,” Hutch declared.

“What’s that?”

“That we do it together.”

“Yeah, sure. I think that’ll be fun.”

“Oh… it will be,” Hutch promised, smacking Starsky on the rump before letting him get up.

“Ow!” Starsky shouted, standing up, rubbing his stinging butt cheek.

“Sorry, Starsk– I just couldn’t control myself. Your ass is just so smackable,” Hutch said with an evil grin.

Starsky gave Hutch a shocked look.

“Don’t worry, Starsk. I’m sure I won’t be doing that again…”

Relief covered Starsky’s face.

Hutch added, “Unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

Starsky’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”

Hutch shrugged, as he got off the bed and padded menacingly toward his partner.

“Hutch… wait a minute. Whadaya doin’?” Starsky questioned, moving backwards, holding out his hands to fend him off. Starsky kept backing up until he hit the dresser. Hutch stopped in front of him, his face inches from Starsky’s. Starsky swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect from his partner’s startling new behavior.

I had no idea Hutch was so kinky. I mean– is he actually into spanking and if so– what else might he be into? What have you gotten yourself into, Starsky??

Suddenly, Hutch grabbed his head and kissed him passionately– removing the look of panic from his face. “Starsk, don’t worry– there’s a lot more things I can do to that ass of yours besides spank it,” Hutch announced, gripping Starsky’s ass cheeks for emphasis.

At first, Starsky was feeling a little worried about his partner’s sexually dynamic persona, but when he saw a brilliant smile come across Hutch’s handsome face, he knew there was nothing to worry about. This was still his Hutch– he would never do anything to harm him or make him uncomfortable. Even though they were embarking on a whole new journey discovering new things about each other, it was still them– me and thee. Starsky trusted this man with his life and now he’d trust him with his body and soul.

Starsky returned a brilliant smile of his own and they shared a moment– looking into each other’s eyes. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?” Starsky said, leaning up off the dresser causing Hutch to release his ass and back up. He moved past him, padding toward the door. Suddenly he stopped, glancing back over his shoulder.

“Well, whadaya waitin’ for? This ass ain’t got all night,” he proclaimed, smacking it as he went out the door toward the bathroom.

Hutch glanced at his retreating partner with astonishment– then smiled. Before, he couldn’t wait to see where the kiss they shared in the car would lead them. That moment seemed so long ago– not just earlier this afternoon. Now that the kiss led them here…anything was possible. They’re going to learn so much more about each other and bring their already amazing bond to new heights.

“Hey, Hutch! Whadaya doin’? Come on!” Starsky yelled from the bathroom.

Hutch was jolted from his thoughts. “Comin’!” he yelled back, padding quickly toward the bathroom. He stopped short as he saw Starsky leaning against the door frame– naked, cross ankled, arms folded– looking sexy as hell.

“You sure will,” he winked then disappeared inside the bathroom– with Hutch running in behind him.

The End…or The Beginning