Nothing On TV

Does the new remote turn Hutch on?

“Why don’t we do this more often?” Starsky laid back against the double stacked pillows against their bed’s headboard. “This remote control tv is the best birthday present you ever got me!” He surfed the channels for a short time and after rejecting the news, some chick flicks and the bible channel, slumped, dejected. “There’s nothing on!”

“You don’t want to watch that The Making of the Sports Illustrated Calendar show?” Hutch asked.

“Not really. You want to? You need some boobs to hold onto or something? Is that one of those “Freudian” things?” Starsky was half teasing, but the concern was discernable in his voice.

“No, I don’t need, nor do I want, any “boobs” to hold onto, unless these little things count.” Hutch brought both hands up to tweak and roll his partner’s nipples, who peaked at his touch. After a little pinch, he rubbed his palms over each and Starsky moaned softly, leaning into the caressing hands.

“Damn, you know how much I love that. Don’t stop.” Starsky maneuvered his way up his partner’s body, until one of the nipples was right above Hutch’s mouth. “Come on, come on babe. You know what I want.”

He was rewarded when Hutch removed a hand and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Suckling it like a newborn, he pulled, bit, laved, sucked and teased the brown nub, causing his lover to grip the pillow above him, groaning. Hutch’s other hand never stopped worrying the other nub until he suddenly switched sides, first drooling on the second protrusion, then flicking his tongue tip teasingly over the sensitive flesh. He blew on it, lapped at it, then sucked in the surrounding pectoral until he settled his lover in his lap, chest pressed to his mouth, with the other hand softly, slowly and gently working on the first nipple, red and overly sensitive from its treatment. The groan turned into some sort of low animal noise when Hutch moved his hand to between Starsky’s legs, stroking and squeezing the plump testicles ever so gently.

Starsky was alternating rubbing his balls into Hutch’s hand and rubbing his chest against his partner’s face as the sucking and rubbing continued, picking up speed. Hitting some internal higher gear, Starsky growled, ripped his breast from his lover’s mouth, and pushed Hutch’s head downward. Ready, Hutch’s mouth was already open when he felt the heat of his partner’s full cock on his face. Sucking in this new treat, it only took a few seconds of even more intense lovemaking. Starsky screamed his release as Hutch’s hands grasped his partner’s ass and popped a thumb inside the man’s center.

“Oh god, ohgodohgodohgodohgod …” Starsky nearly fell atop his lover as he collapsed to the bed. Hutch pulled him close and whispered the sweet nothings he was surprised to discover turned his macho partner into a loving mushball. ”Shhhh, baby, shhh. I’m here, I’m right here. You’re safe and warm and loved, David. No one can touch you here, with me.“ Hands smoothed the wild curls. “Shhh, oh baby, nobody’s ever going to take you from me. I won’t let them.” Hutch lay on his back and Starsky curled on his side around his partner, wrapping a heavy arm across the pale stomach and nuzzling his head into a shoulder.

“Ten minutes, … just give me …. ten minutes … to recover,” he panted. “Gonna love you, …. Into … next week …”

“Shhh …” the blond replied. “Remind me to tell you there’s nothing on tv more often.” Hutch felt his lover slip into the easy breathing of sleep and then tightened his hold. “I’ve got all the drama, joy and beauty in the world right here in my bed.” Hutch smiled, then pulled the blankets up around them. He whispered into the curls. “You are the most beautiful picture ever, my David.”