No Place Like Home

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Starsky waits for Hutch to come home.

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Be home in a few minutes stretched into hours and threatened to add a day in a Holiday Inn just off the highway for good measure. Starsky wanted Hutch home; Hutch wanted to be there. Mother Justice and her court system turned a blind eye. Hutch was ready for a mistrial; fantasized the prosecutor would drop dead, the courthouse would blow up, the jury would turn sour. Anything. Just get him home. It all tumbled together late Friday afternoon. Guilty as charged. Thank you very much, Sergeant Hutchinson, we appreciate your testimony.

“Starsky.”

“Hi.”

“Hi yourself. What’s new?”

“Coming home, Starsk, I’ll be there by ten.”

Starsky didn’t answer, he couldn’t. The timbre of Hutch’s voice was making promises, pushing Starsky’s senses into overdrive. The room tilted, and his eyes swam as they darted from empty chairs to the lettering on the squad room window to the piggy bank perched on his desk. Home. God, how I love that word. Hutch is coming home.

“Starsk?”

“Yeah, I’m here…right here.”

“Look in the sock drawer.”

“What’s that?”

“Look, babe, you’ll know when you find it.”

“Okay. But what…?”

Hutch’s voice dropped low and quiet. The voice only Starsky would hear.

The voice that was filled with desire and lust and wanting.

“No questions, baby. Use it for me, Starsk. Wait for me in bed. Naked. On your belly.”

Hutch hung up. Starsky shivered, his cock answering every tremor with one of its own. Hutch was coming home and Hutch had plans.

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To Hutch, ten o’clock seemed a month away. The ride home long and boring and filled with crazed and careless drivers. Fumes and heat and the ever-present smog competed for airspace with grinding gears and squealing brakes and the occasional epitaph tossed from an open window. Time finally gave in and freed him, the off ramp propelling him to familiar streets and home.

The house was quiet, a lamp on low in the foyer, a nightlight in the hall. Their bedroom door was open, enough light spilling in to illuminate the bare legs of his lover. Hutch smiled as Starsky’s toes curled as if to beckon him to their bed. Soon, my love. Stripping off his clothes in the hall, Hutch ducked into the bathroom for a quick shower, the time that had dragged on the trip home forgotten.

Hutch stood in the doorway and studied the naked body stretched out on the bed. Starsky hugged a pillow, his face lost in it. Hutch caught his breath and then one of them moaned and the other sighed when Starsky pumped his hips and clenched his ass. Hutch’s knees bumped the side of the bed and the thought flitted through his mind that he couldn’t recall walking across the floor. The bed dipped and he was between Starsky’s legs, running his hands up the hard backs of his thighs to the tender creases of his ass cheeks, his own cock a divining rod, seeking buried treasure. The scrotum and balls shape of the dildo base was plainly visible against Starsky’s darker skin, sitting flush against his anus. Hutch so wanted to touch and explore, but knew he would come far too soon. He settled for squeezing his lover’s ass cheek enough to shift the dildo and elicit a moan from Starsky before running fingers up Starsky’s back and out the length of his arms to find his hands. Twining his fingers with Starsky’s, Hutch laid on top of him.

“Thought you’d never get here.”

“Miss me?”

“Yeah.”

“Doin’ okay?”

“Great, Hutch. Been waiting for you.”

“Yeah?”

Hutch pressed his groin to Starsky’s backside and Starsky bucked against the mattress, the rubber cock inside of him moving and sliding deeper. Hutch pulled back and reached down to direct his cock to ride between Starsky’s legs and Starsky had a moment of delicious don’t-please try-I can’t-I want fear that Hutch would try and get inside of him, too. Hutch started to pump, his cock pushing Starsky’s balls out of its way, and from the feelings deep in Starsky’s ass, dragging against the edge of the dildo base with each thrust, moving it just enough to remind and pleasure.

Hutch groaned and lifted his body, rigid arms supporting his weight, hovering above Starsky, holding orgasm at bay. There was more he wanted. More to share. Settling at Starsky’s side he turned his lover to face him, close enough for their cocks to dance, close enough to kiss. And kiss he did, devouring Starsky’s mouth, pulling him closer until their bellies lay flat against each other and their erections were trapped in between. Legs tangled and hands petted and teased. Bellies grew wet and slick and this time it was Starsky who pushed away, just enough to quell their thrusting, hopefully enough to give them more time.

Hutch held his breath for a few seconds, struggling for control. Starsky panted, looking down between their bodies, the tiny distance he put there letting him see his lover’s cock pulsing against his own. His hand moved, caught by Hutch and forced back and up.

“If you touch me it will be over. I don’t want it to be over yet, babe.”

“Hutch…I’m so close…this thing in my ass…”

More breaths were held, more breaths gave way to pants. Hutch found Starsky’s mouth and spoke against his lips. “Tell me about it, Starsk? Will you?”

“Tell…?” Starsky’s heart went soft. Here was his Hutch wanting a story. Wanting to know he had done the right thing, needing to know Starsky wanted it, too. He kissed Hutch first, shifting to his back, opening his arms, inviting Hutch in. Waiting until Hutch was settled and they were fitted together and warm. Then Starsky started to talk.

“When you called me and told me to look in the sock drawer, I had no idea what I would find. But I got turned on, Hutch, just from your voice…just like I always do. And when you told me to be naked and on my stomach,” Starsky laughed, “I had to leave the squad room in a hurry and get home.” Lips found blond hair and nuzzled. “That’s all it took, lover, just you talkin’ to me.”

Lover. Hutch melted when Starsky called him lover. The endearment bringing with it all of their love, everything they were to each other, everything they felt.

Saved for when it was just the two of them, saved for times like this when they were quiet and talking and savoring being close. Hutch pressed closer, his own whispered “my lover” claiming Starsky, affirming his feelings, giving back.

“Your lover, Hutch. Of course I’m yours.”

Hutch needed to kiss and Starsky needed to oblige and the story was sidetracked for a few minutes. Sidetracked until Hutch pulled on Starsky’s ass and the dildo moved and reminded again and made Starsky groan.

“Sorry…you okay?”

“Yeah, Hutch, I’m okay…I’m terrific.”

“Tell me more?”

“Let’s see, where was I…?

“You just left Parker Center with a raging hard-on.”

“Idiot. You trying to be helpful?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, I’d just left Parker in a big hurry with a raging hard-on. Don’t know how, but I managed to avoid any traffic cops on the way home. I wanted so bad to get to that drawer, Hutch; it was making me crazy. When I found your surprise…well…let’s just say that it was a good thing I had a few hours to recover before you were due home.”

“You came, didn’t you?”

“Yep. Evidence is in the laundry hamper. Now shut up, would ya please?”

Starsky helped Hutch to shut up. A well-placed kiss did the trick. Sinking back on the pillows, he tried again.

“I came.”

“You told me that already.”

“I know. And I also know you like to hear it.”

“Ass.”

“That is the main topic here, Hutch.”

Hutch laughed, couldn’t help it. Throwing a leg over Starsky’s, and an arm across Starsky’s chest, he licked his way up the side of Starsky’s neck, stopping at his ear. The laugh fading into the background when his voice went deep and sexy. “Tell me about putting it in, babe.”

Starsky swallowed and Hutch heard him. Heard him and felt Starsky’s hips buck. Sexual tension crackled in the air—this was new between them. New and exciting.

“Please, Starsk? Don’t stop now. It’s me…you can tell me.”

Two sets of arms tightened and soothed. And Starsky started to talk again.

“I showered, Hutch. A long, hot shower. I was so nervous and excited, thinking about you coming home and me waiting for you like you wanted. I…I got what I needed together and laid down on the bed, on my side, like you like me. Greased the dildo and pressed it to my ass.”

Hutch bucked now, the pictures playing in his mind tormenting his cock, making him leak. His Starsky doing what he had asked, getting ready for him to come home. Naked, on his belly, with a dildo in place in his ass. All for Hutch. All because Hutch told him to.

“Did you stretch yourself?” Hutch’s voice was husky and raw, like he needed a drink of water after a long run.

“No. I just took it real slow; like we did the last time I fucked you. Pushed in a little and pulled back, over and over until my body accepted it. Laid down like you told me to and tried not to come.”

“God, Starsk.” Hutch needed to touch Starsky. Needed to feel the body he held. Needed to see what Starsky had done for him. Just for him. “Turn over for me, babe? Let me see?”

Hutch did a lot more than just see. He felt and pushed and pulled for himself, manipulated Starsky’s body, pulled Starsky’s cock into his mouth, and savored it when Starsky came. And when Starsky drifted back down to earth and back to him, he got him on his hands and knees and replaced the dildo with his cock. Stroking hard and fast and filling his lover.

Sometime later when they woke, Starsky told him how good it was and asked for a turn to do Hutch and was promised one. Sleep drifted back in on the words of that promise and they slept for a long while. Slept until Hutch was tossed about by a bad dream, muttering and begging for Starsky to please want him. Waking with a jolt and whispering against the back of Starsky’s neck.

“Was it better than we ever had, babe?”

Oh, Hutch. You pick the damnedest times to get insecure on me. Starsky didn’t know if he should laugh or hug Hutch or tell him he was an idiot. Knowing Hutch had his reasons for asking Starsky took the question seriously. Hutch, his strong and brave and fiercely loving partner had a sore, vulnerable spot deep inside that ever so often needed to be cleaned and dressed. A spot left behind by rejection and hurt and loss. By loving turned ugly and cheap. By rancid, cruel words that took Hutch’s confidence as a lover away. But he was Starsky’s now and Starsky would take care of him. And always see loving Hutch as an honor. If his cherished and sometimes insecure partner needed to feel or simply hear something more, Starsky would give it to him. Because Starsky knew it had nothing to do with a sex toy and everything to do with Hutch’s heart.

“No.”

“Starsk?”

“Hutch, stop it. It’s new, it felt good, we both enjoyed it. But it wasn’t better than just you. You’re everything I need. Everything.”

The arms that held Starsky close relaxed just enough. The back of his neck was nipped and kissed and a cock that was too sleepy for much of anything gave Starsky’s ass as much of a nudge as it could manage.

Starsky turned in Hutch’s arms, unable to stop the grin that came to his mouth. “You’re bigger.”

“Charmer.”

“Yeah. Now be quiet. Hold me, Hutch, hold me ’til I sleep…you know you’re my lullaby.”

Hutch did hold Starsky, held him tight, rocked him to sleep, counted his blessings.