Inappropriate Conduct in the Workplace

Starsky broke his arm during a bust, but while going over their notes for the case, Hutch is able to make him feel much, much better.

Written for the 2023 Sharecon zine.

“Rewind that part,” Starsky said, nibbling on the end of his pencil. “Did Townsend say he’d called Bingham about the shipment?”

“You’re right!” Hutch flipped from rewind to play, listening closely, He nodded triumphantly, scribbled down the phrasing from the reel to reel tape recorder. “His testimony in court was a lie. He knew about the drugs before Mallory brought them across the border from Mexico!”

“Perjury.” Starsky sighed. Didn’t make breaking his arm during the arrest any easier. He’d be in a cast for a month and then physical therapy for another couple weeks.

“Arm bothering you?” Hutch asked, sweet sympathy in his gentle voice.

“Kiss and make it better?” Starsky stuck out his bottom lip like a toddler.

“I’d kiss that any day.” Hutch sidled closer, sucking on Starsky’s full lip for a moment before diving into his mouth, pushing his tongue onto Starsky’s.

Warm, succulent, and sexy. Starsky grinned against Hutch’s mouth, suckling that tantalizing tongue. They indulged for several seconds before he looked over Hutch’s shoulder at the door to the interrogation room.

“Hey, you locked the door, right?”

“You know I did.” Hutch sounded annoyed at the interruption.

“And the two way mirror?” Starsky reminded, although he knew full well that the viewing room door was also closed and the mirror basically unusable after Fireball tossed a chair into the glass and shattered it.

“Starsky,” Hutch warned. “You’re the one who…”

“I know.” Starsky raised up just enough to slide onto Hutch’s thighs, hooking his left arm around Hutch’s neck. “Just being thorough.” He thrust forward, snickering when Hutch’s pupils dilated, almost obliterating the pale blue. “Cause there’s no way I would do this in an interrogation room.”

“None at all.” Hutch gasped, moving in rhythm with Starsky.

“That’s it.” Starsky breathed out, ignoring the persistent ache of his right forearm and the itchiness of the cast. They were still entirely clothed but he could feel Hutch’s cock swelling through layers of denim, and the irresistible fizziness of arousal taking over his own body. He wanted to unzip at least one of them, grasp a slippery penis in both his hands and—but that was really verboten in an interrogation room where anyone might knock on the door or —

Hutch threw back his head, panting. He grabbed Starsky around the waist for maximum contact, and came.

Starsky laughed when Hutch stuffed a hand in his mouth to muffle his own jubilance and climaxed, too. How little it took to be satisfied when there was a magnificent man like Hutch by his side.

“That was fun,” he chortled.

“Messy.” Hutch raised that eyebrow, playing the superior high-class gent, despite the wet spot on his groin. “I’ll go over to the locker room first to change so you can….tidy the room.” He winked.

“Meet you in the shower,” Starsky agreed, relaxed and happy. This was exactly why they kept a change of clothes in their lockers. And he had a plastic bag from his lunch sandwich for the cast.

Planning ahead for any eventuality was key.

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