Murder Most Pleasurable

The room was so dark, the only light source was a digital clock on the table that illuminated nothing but its own numbers. It was so quiet, all Starsky could hear was his own breath that sounded so loud he was afraid it would give him away. He took quick, shallow breaths to silence it. He knew Hutch was close. He could smell his aftershave. He followed the scent along slightly creaky floorboards. A particularly loud one gave him away. He could hear the air move around Hutch as he turned around.

“Who’s there?” Hutch asked quietly.

“Is that you, Hutch?” Starsky whispered.

“Sssh, we’re not meant to be talking.” Hutch squinted in the dark at his partner.

“I was just checking it was you.”

“Yeah, why?”

Starsky grabbed Hutch by the arm and pulled him close for a passionate kiss. Initially taken by surprised Hutch resisted, but quickly recovered and returned the kiss with the same enthusiasm. Starsky quietly but firmly pushed Hutch up against the wall and moved his kisses down to his neck, all the while unbuttoning Hutch’s shirt. He moved down to the collarbone, peppering kisses all along it and then down to the left nipple.

“We can’t do this here.” Hutch whispered while suppressing a pleasurable groan.

Starsky ignored his lover and continued to suck and nibble at the little bud. He slowly moved over to the other one, biting and sucking at it mercilessly. Hutch had to bite down on his fist to keep himself from groaning.

While his lips were busy, Starsky reached his hand into Hutch’s trousers and took hold of his hardening penis.

With even the slightest of touch, Hutch had to bite down harder on his fist to stifle his groans of pleasure.

Usually, Starsky would have taken things slowly, but with time against them, he started hard and fast, pumping vigorously at Hutch’s penis while his tongue alternated between licking each nipple.

Slowly, Starsky made his way back up Hutch’s chest, up his neck, along his jaw and ending at his ear. He nibbled on the lobe a little before softly saying. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, don’t stop,” Hutch moaned back softly. He didn’t care if anyone heard now.

Starsky sucked on Hutch’s ear while his hand continued his rhythmic movements up and down Hutch’s member.

When he was on the verge of coming, Hutch grabbed Starsky tightly and buried his face in his lover’s neck. While he’d had stronger orgasms, it still left him panting and moaning with pleasure, wishing it could go on forever. He held on to Starsky until it was finished and nibbled his partner’s neck a little in gratitude. He felt Starsky gently put his penis back in his pants.

“I thought I’d give you one last thrill,” Starsky whispered, giving his lover’s ear a tender kiss. “Before I kill you.”

Hutch’s eyes grew wide. He pushed Starsky away from him.

“Seriously? How could you?”

“Those are the rules. You’re dead, Hutchinson.”

Hutch slumped to the floor, landing on his stomach. His limp body thumping loudly against the floorboards. Starsky crouched down in the darkness and felt around in the dark for Hutch. Feeling around for his head, he leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. He couldn’t waste any more time, he had to leave before he was spotted.

The lights in the room came up before he could make his escape. Dobey’s living room slowly filled up with people; a couple of fellow officers in plain clothes with their wives, Huggy and his current lady friend, Minnie, Edith and Dobey who was the last to enter.

Everyone looked from Hutch on the floor to Starsky standing over him.

“Did you do this, Starsky?” Dobey accused looking sternly at Starsky.

“I did, Cap.”

“You’re not meant to admit it,” the Captain yelled. “You’re meant to kill him and quickly move on. I thought you said you’d played this game before?”

“I’ve never been the murderer before.” Starsky shrugged.

“What have you been doing all this time?”

“Uh…” Starsky looked down at Hutch, who was so dedicated to playing the corpse he didn’t move, but Starsky could see a slight smile on his face.

“Plotting,” Starsky said with a shrug. “Hutch is a very…hard man to kill.”

Though his eyes were closed Starsky could easily imagine Hutch rolling them.

“All right, we’ll play again.” Dobey said, grabbing a bowl from the table containing folded up pieces of paper. “I hope the next murderer will be a little more crafty.”

With the game restarting, Hutch came back to life, making his way back to his feet, all the way checking there were no stains on his pants. “You’d make a lousy murderer.”

“Yeah, well, if you’re the murderer this time, I hope you kill me with the same tenderness.” Starsky waggled his eyebrows.

Hutch gave Starsky a predatory look. “Oh, if I’m the murderer, it won’t be tender and it certainly won’t be quick.”

With that promise, they eagerly went to pick their new roles.