Snowstorm

685

Love melts.

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Starsky yawned a second time and stretched his back like a lazy cat. He reached to look at the clock. Nine-thirty. He had plenty of time to lollygag and still make it to the airport to pick Hutch up from his trip. Three days in Duluth probably stressed him out a little, but it’d be worth the homecoming.

Sleepily, it didn’t register too quick that someone was in the apartment. He sat up against the bed. “Hutch, is that you?”

His partner came in the bedroom, bright, blond, buoyant and beautiful. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

“Hey, I thought you said eleven o’clock.”

“I did, but there was room on the earlier flight.” Hutch was wiping his hands on a towel.

“Oh. Hmm. Is there any coffee?”

“Not made, there isn’t. But don’t wake up yet.”

“No?”

Hutch walked back out. “I’ll be right back, hold on a sec.”

Starsky stretched again. He loved waking up to that pretty man. He smiled at the ceiling as he heard some funny noise from the kitchen. What’s he up to, he mused.

Hutch was back in a lot more seconds than he said he would be, but what a sight he was in a towel with his hands behind his back. He sauntered to the edge of the bed, depositing a gentle kiss on Starsky’s upper lip as he glided onto the bed beside his mate. Unaware, Hutch laid a saucer on the side table behind the clock. Hutch laid prone on his stomach leaning on his elbows next to Starsky’s hips. Starsky drank him in with his eyes.

“I brought you something.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. From my old back yard.”

“From wha-?”

“Don’t worry, Starsk. Its not a pupae in a jar or anything…”

“Hey, I don’t even want to know what the hell a pewpay is.”

“You goof. Besides, I told you it was snowing.”

“You brought me SNOW?”

“Yep. I did.”

“No, you didn’t. I ain’t no scientist but snow melts. Might even implode on a plane or something.”

“Nope. It just melts, that’s all.”

“So, what, you brought me back melted snow?”

“I brought you snow, Starsk. That turned into water. That I put in the freezer and turned it to ice.”

“Am I gonna have to start worrying about what you’re gonna do with that ice?”

“Nope. ‘Cause I turned it back to snow.”

“Is that what that grinding noise was out there?”

“It’s a grater, buddy. I grated the ice back to snow.” Hutch produced his little plate of white crystals. His eyes twinkled when he smiled.

“You’re a flake.”

“No, I’m Jack. I’m gonna Jack.”

“Frost. Me Off. Not with that you ain’t.”

“Will you relax? I missed you. Couldn’t wait to come home to you. Couldn’t wait to…” with that Hutch ran his finger down Starsky’s cock and back up again. Starsky responded instantly like he always did.

“Hutch, you’re gonna get me all crazy.” Hutch did it again.

“Just want you to meet me halfway, that’s all. I’m already there.” They looked at each other intensely. Starsky couldn’t keep his eyes off those warm blues.

Hutch reached for a little pile of snow and rubbed it between his fingers. He touched Starsky again, ever so slightly.

Starsky tried not to jump, but shiver he did.

Hutch picked up another pile. This time he spread it across his own mouth, then ate it, letting the tip of his tongue get very wet.

He puckered and went down on his lover’s crown.

“Jeezus, Hutch!” Starsky pushed his back against the bed board. The coolness of Hutch’s lips combined with the heat of the roof of his mouth was too much.

“You like that, huh? I spent a whole night over there picturing this. You blew my rocks from 2000 miles away.”

“Oh God, babe…”

“Now let me take you down like I would of if I could’a wrestled you behind the barn out there.” Hutch kissed the sides of his shaft, elongating it with noisy moans. He dipped his hand into the little flakes and sprinkled a few cool drops across the loins.

Starsky nearly banged his head rocking it back and forth as he let himself be consumed. He wouldn’t last long.

“Hey.” Hutch tapped him on his stomach with his chin. Starsky looked down. Hutch took more snow. Quickly he placed it in Starsky’s mouth, fingers and all.

Starsky opened up and gulped down on the delicious taste of Hutch’s nails. He let the cold drips tingle on his lips.

Hutch took the fingers away to lift the plate. He put his entire mouth on the melting lump. Looking up at his partner, he raised himself up to meet his lips, as they shared a delectable, crunchy, oozing kiss. Starsky was rabid, but Hutch pulled away quickly, and puckered up the plate again, sopping up the last of the chips.

With a ferocious smile, he guided his hands and head down to Starsky’s cock, covering him entirely, immediately to the root. Starsky almost blacked out from the shock, as Hutch turned into fire and ice. Groaning, writhing, whimpering, Hutch milked a jet stream of Starsky down his avaricious throat.

Starsky palmed the sweat off his own face. “Tell me you never did that before.”

“I didn’t. Just with you.” Hutch reached for Starsky’s arms and pulled him sideways so they could lay close.

“Don’t know if I can top that for ya, you’re terrific.” Hutch glowed from the compliment. “Guess I’ll

have to think of something from the ol’ neighborhood I can share with you.”

“I’m just happy, Starsk. Happy how perfect you are.”

Starsky kissed Jack Frost’s cold nose. He closed his eyes. “Hmm, I’m thinking bagels, a bagel. Nah, probably can’t find any with a big enough hole…” Starsky continued to brainstorm.

Hutch’s eyes opened wide. “Ahh, now wait a minute here…”

Starsky continued, eyes closed, smiling wider. “Maybe some creamy pastry or something, yeah, lots of white creamy filling…”

“Starsky…”

“OOH, ooh, I know…”

Hutch started wondering if he created a monster. “Ahh, let’s not get carried away with gooey food, huh?”

Starsky popped open his eyes and clamped Hutch’s mouth shut, blanketing him with kisses.

He met his eyes while he began to fondle lower. “A Blintz, that’s what I need, a nice creamy, golden blintz….”

Hutch was devoured.