When I Get That Feelin’

Starsky tried to seduce Hutch but his plans didn’t work out…at first.

It was a warm summer evening, and the boys were at their cottage in Ocean Park, California. Starsky was lying on the living room couch with his bare feet crossed at the ankle and an arm under his head. He wore denim cutoffs and a blue tank top. The TV was on, and he was watching an episode of “Lost in Space,” but he wasn’t paying much attention to it. He was bored.

Hutch was at the kitchen table reading his latest novel while drinking a glass of water.

Starsky decided to shut off the TV, and he sat up, placing his feet on the floor. He looked over at his bookworm partner, who was seated at the table with his body turned toward him and resting barefoot on his knee. He wore white shorts that showed off his long, powerful legs and a dark green tank top that accentuated his muscular biceps. A ray of light from the setting sun was hitting his flaxen hair, making the strands shine like gold.

As Starsky continued to observe his beautiful lover, he began to feel a tingling sensation in his groin. Or, in other words, he was getting horny. Instantly, he knew what would get rid of his boredom and was sure to get his book-loving lover away from his present source of entertainment. After about 10 minutes of trying to distract him, Starsky still couldn’t get Hutch to relinquish his reading material, but he knew he had to keep trying.

“Come on, Hutch,” Starsky implored, leaning against the door frame in the kitchen.

“Starsk, I’m trying to read here.”

“I can see that, but you can read anytime.” Starsky padded to the table and tried to snatch the book from Hutch’s hands.

“Stop it!” Hutch yelled, moving it out of reach.

“You said that when we got home, we’d get busy.”

“I am busy reading.”

“You know damn well what I mean. I’m horny,” Starsky whined, leaning on the table.

“You have two hands; use one of them.”

Starsky frowned and dropped into a chair with his chin on his hand. “I can’t believe you. You never wanna do it.”

“That’s not true. I’ve wanted to do it plenty of times,” Hutch stated, never taking his eyes off the page.

“Then why is it that every time I wanna do it, you don’t?”

Hutch shrugged, giving Starsky a quick glance. “I don’t know, but tonight’s not the time.”

“It’s because you can’t take your eyes off that stupid book. What’s the name of it anyway?” Again, Starsky tried to snatch the book, but Hutch was faster.

He held the cover up for his partner to read.

“The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison. What’s it about?”

Hutch took his eyes off the page to look at his annoying lover. “It’s about an 11-year-old Black girl in an America whose love for its blond, blue-eyed children can devastate all others—prays for her eyes to turn blue, so that she will be beautiful, so that people will look at her, so that her world will be different.”

“That sounds really interesting, but do you have to read it now?”

Hutch sighed loudly. “Look, Starsk, I’m really not in the mood, okay? I wanna read my book,” he said, taking a sip of his water and going back to reading.

Starsky got up and stomped out of the kitchen in a huff.

Hutch glanced up from his book and watched him. He knew his curly-haired lover was very persistent when it came to wanting sex, so he wondered what he had up his sleeve next.

The brunet had gone straight to their record collection and was searching through them. Hutch saw him stop at one, slide the LP from its sleeve, and place it on the turntable. After switching it on, the record began to spin, and soon the rhythmic beat of Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing” resonated throughout the living room.

Immediately, Starsky’s hips began to sway while he kept his eyes on Hutch and sang the lyrics.

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Oh baby, now let’s get down tonight

Hutch snorted, shook his head, and resumed reading. He had to admit that this was a new tactic. His resolute lover had never used a song to try to entice him before.

Starsky continued to try and arouse his lover with his gyrating body and melodic voice.

Baby I’m hot just like an oven
I need some lovin’

Starsky lifted his shirt, revealing washboard abs and a muscular, hairy chest. He slid his hand slowly over his pecs and down to his belly, all the time staring at his book-loving partner and singing.

And baby, I can’t hold it much longer
It’s getting stronger and stronger

As the brunet undulated closer to Hutch, the blond man refused to give in and continued to ignore him, so Starsky did three sensual body rolls while standing near the table and singing.

And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing
Sexual healing, oh baby

With his shirt still raised, Starsky licked his index finger, then rubbed and pinched both nipples until they were erect. He glanced, and Hutch was still ignoring him, so he had to try something that was sure to get his attention. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor, then picked up Hutch’s glass of water and poured it all over his naked chest, crooning.

Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind
Sexual healing, baby, is good for me
Sexual healing is something that’s good for me

“For God’s sake, Starsky! What on earth are you doing?” Hutch shouted, looking at the water all over the floor and noticing that a little splashed on the page of his book.

Starsky had water running down his chest, and the front of his cutoffs were soaked. “Gosh, I’m all wet,” he stated, ignoring Hutch’s reaction. “Looks like I’m gonna have to take off these wet shorts before I catch my death of cold.”

He turned and presented his denim-clad ass to Hutch, then seductively pushed the cut-offs over the firm buttocks and down his muscular legs, stepping out of them—all the while belting out…

And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing
Sexual healing is good for me
Makes me feel so fine, it’s such a rush
Helps to relieve the mind, and it’s good for us

Starsky was down to his black bikini briefs, and he continued to sing the provocative lyrics while wiggling his ass in front of Hutch.

Come take control,
just grab a hold
Of my body and mind,
soon we’ll be making it, honey
Oh, we’re feeling fine
You’re my medicine, open up and let me in
Darling, you’re so great
I can’t wait for you to operate

Hutch scooted his chair away, but Starsky’s gyrating derriere pursued him. He knew it wouldn’t be long before his stubborn lover would give in to him, so Starsky knew he couldn’t stop now. The determined, curly-haired man turned around and began to squeeze and fondle himself through the cotton fabric, vocalizing…

Baby, I got sick this mornin’
A sea was stormin’ inside of me
Baby, I think I’m capsizin’
The waves are risin’ and risin’

Now to bring it home, Starsky grabbed one of the blond’s hands and shoved it inside the front of his briefs.

“Damn it, Starsky!” Hutch shouted, pulling his hand away. “I said I didn’t want to tonight, and I meant it!” Hutch got up from the table and stormed into their bedroom, slamming the door.

Starsky stood in the living room, shocked by his lover’s reaction. Hutch sometimes said he didn’t want to have sex, but he was always able to be seduced into it. Despondently, he padded to the record player and turned it off, then threw himself on the couch. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and Starsky brightened, hoping his lover had changed his mind. His eyes followed Hutch as he went over to the table and retrieved his book.

“Hey Hutch, baby,” he called to him.

After getting his book, Hutch abruptly walked past him, went back into the bedroom without acknowledging his partner, and shut the door behind him.

The brunet looked sorrowfully at the closed door and sighed. He didn’t mean to make Hutch angry. All he wanted was to get some tonight. Now he won’t get anything and will spend the rest of the evening alone on the couch. He thought about going in to make nice, but he knew that when Hutch was in this kind of mood, it was best to just leave him alone. The problem was that Starsky was still horny. Hutch wasn’t turned on by his little performance, but he definitely was. He glanced down at the bulge in his briefs. It would be difficult to sleep in this condition, so he padded into the bathroom and jacked off into the toilet. After peeing, washing his hands, and brushing his teeth, he exited. He stood for a moment at their bedroom door, pining, before going back into the living room.

Starsky couldn’t go into the bedroom to get his pajama bottoms, so he laid down in his briefs. He thought about turning the TV back on, but he wasn’t in the mood, so he decided to go to sleep. He pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and covered himself. After switching off the end table lamp, he folded into the fetal position and tried to sleep, but it wouldn’t come. He kept mulling over everything that happened, wondering if he could have done anything differently. He’d never used music to try to seduce his partner before.

Maybe he didn’t like the song. Or maybe he didn’t like my dance of seduction. Or maybe it was my singing.

Soon, the steady bombardment of thoughts lulled him to sleep. Sometime around midnight, Starsky was awakened by the sound of the bathroom door opening and the light switch being turned on. He opened his eyes and laid there, listening to his lover’s pee stream hitting the toilet water, then flushing. After shutting off the light, it sounded like Hutch was coming into the living room, so Starsky quickly shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Hutch had indeed come into the living room in his boxers. He stood over his lover, gazing down at his sleeping form. He felt bad about the way he acted.

All Starsky wanted to do was be with me—to make love to me. He wanted me, and I turned him away. I was being a big, dumb jerk, and I hurt him.

The blond continued to look down at his beloved. In the darkness of the room, moonlight was filtering in through the window, highlighting the handsome face beneath him. He kneeled down next to Starsky and placed a tiny kiss on his cheek.

Starsky’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked into the smiling face of his life partner, but Starsky didn’t return the smile. The brunet scowled and turned his back, pulling the blanket over his head.

Hutch reached over and switched on the light. “Come on, Starsk. I’m sorry,” he said, with beseeching crystal blue eyes.

“Sorry for what?” Starsky asked, keeping his back to him.

Hutch sighed. He knew he’d have to work for this one. “I’m sorry for ignoring you when you were dancing around.”

Starsky sat up, looking at the obtuse man before him. “I wasn’t just dancing around. I was tryin to turn ya on. Weren’t ya even turned on a little?”

Hutch saw that hurt little boy look into his deep blue eyes. “Sure. I was very turned on.”

“You’re a big fat liar, ya know that? After all this time, do you really think you can lie to me, and I wouldn’t know it?”

“I’m not fat,” Hutch jokes, trying to lighten the situation.

Starsky didn’t think it was funny and laid back down, infuriated, pulling the blanket over his head again.

“Starsk, the only reason why it didn’t is because I really wasn’t in the mood, and I didn’t like you forcing me into it.”

The brunet sat up again. “Forcing? Is that what you think I was doing? Forcing you into something you didn’t want to do?”

Hutch saw that his lover was getting angrier, and this wasn’t what he set out to do.

“Babe, please. Can we try again? Start over?” He asked, grasping Starsky’s hand and bringing it to his lips, but before it reached its destination, Starsky pulled it away.

“If you think I’m gonna dance around—as you called it—for you again, you’ve got another thing comin.” Starsky furrowed his brow and folded his arms across his chest adamantly.

“No. I don’t want you to do that. It’s my turn,” Hutch told him, his light blue eyes calmly gazing into dark blue agitated ones.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna try to seduce me by dancin around.” Starsky snorted.

“No, that’s not exactly my style.”

“Then whatcha gonna do, Blondie?” Starsky’s question sounded more like a dare.

Hutch smiled, got up off the floor, and went to take his guitar off the stand. He padded back and sat cross-legged on the floor with the guitar positioned on his lap.

“Ah, the blond blintz is gonna serenade me with his euphomeous voice.” Starsky beamed.

“Euphonious.”

“What?”

“It’s pronounced yoo-foh-nee-uhs. Where did you hear that word?”

“That’s what Sue Ann Grainger said about your singing.”

Hutch began to strum a few chords. “Really? Comin from her, that’s a real compliment.”

“I said that about your singing too,” Starsky reminded him, annoyed that Hutch didn’t seem to be giving him credit.

“Yes, you did, and that was nice of you to say. Thanks.”

“Ya welcome. So, whatcha gonna sing?” he asked, settling down on his stomach with his arms wrapped around one of the decorative couch pillows.

Hutch continued to strum until he decided on the perfect song, then he began to sing, looking deeply into his lover’s eyes.

You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

Starsky propped his chin on his folded arms and gave Hutch his undivided attention.

Hutch continued to croon.

Come, let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come, let me love you
Come love me again

By the time Hutch ended the song, tears were brimming in both their eyes. Starsky got up off the couch and kneeled next to his lover, wrapping his arms around him.

After placing the guitar on the floor beside him, Hutch returned the brunet’s embrace, kissing him passionately.

When they came up for air, Starsky confessed, “’Annie’s Song’ is one of my favorite John Denver songs.”

Hutch held him close. “I know. Don’t you remember I sang it to you the first time we made love at my place?”

“Oh yeah. I said you sang it better than him, and I still believe that,” Starsky stated, putting his head on Hutch’s shoulder.

Hutch smiled graciously. “Thanks,” he said, leaning down to kiss the soft curls on Starsky’s head. “Hey,” he continued.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve renamed the song.”

“To what?”

“Starsky’s Song.” Hutch looked down into his face and gave him a brilliant smile.

“Aww, Blondie, that’s really nice of you,” the brunet stated, tilting his face up to give Hutch a kiss on the lips.

“Did the song turn you on at all?” Hutch asked, hopefully.

“Well, if ya wanna know the truth, it didn’t exactly make me all tingly in my nether regions, but it did make me feel something in another area.”

“And what area is that?”

Starsky changed positions and sat cross-legged in front of Hutch, then grasped his hand and placed it on his heart. “Here. I felt somethin here.” Fresh tears formed in the indigo eyes that matched the ocean blue ones.

Hutch cupped Starsky’s face. “You fill up my senses—every single one of them. I’m blind without seeing you every day. I’m deaf without hearing your voice. I can’t live without feeling your touch and your smell….” Hutch put his face into the crook of Starsky’s neck and up to his soft curls, inhaling deeply. “Smelling you is the air I breathe.”

After another kiss that left them both breathless, Starsky told him, “You are every part of me. You’re my whole world. I can’t ever imagine a world where we’re apart—not for one second.”

Starsky caressed the side of Hutch’s face and, while gazing into his eyes, said, “Now, if we’ve had enough soapiness for one evening, how about we have some sexy time before the sun comes up and we have to go to work?”

Hutch smiled and brushed Starsky’s curls with his hand. “That’s a wonderful idea.”

Starsky pushed Hutch onto his back on the carpet, then got up and stripped off his briefs. Afterwards, he removed Hutch’s boxers, and straddled the blond’s naked body. He grasped his cock, moving his hands up and down and hardening the shaft. Once it was pointing north, Starsky squatted and guided the head of Hutch’s penis to his butthole.

“Whoa, wait a minute, buddy. You gotta get some lube.”

Starsky’s brows furrowed, thinking that wasn’t necessary. When he was about to protest, Hutch held up his index finger with a no-nonsense expression.

“The last time we didn’t use any, you bled and said you could hardly walk the next day, so go get it,” the blond ordered adamantly.

The brunet rolled his eyes, then reluctantly got off his partner and jogged into their bedroom to grab a tube of K-Y Jelly from the nightstand. He ran back, straddled him again, and squeezed some into his palm. After quickly coating Hutch’s cock, he positioned it once again at his anus. Then Starsky took a deep breath and let it out to relax and open his sphincter. He slowly lowered himself onto the thick phallus. Once he had reached his curly pubic hair, Starsky raised up, leaving the tip inside him, then sank back down, leaning forward and placing his hands on Hutch’s chest.

As Starsky rode his cock, Hutch thrust his hips up against Starsky’s downward slide. The wonderful friction caused the fair-haired man to moan loudly, biting his bottom lip with his eyes squeezed tight. After a few seconds, he opened them again and locked eyes with his lover. Then Hutch reached between their bodies to grasp Starsky’s stiff, weeping cock with one hand and stroked it.

Once they attained a good rhythm, Starsky was the first to come, calling Hutch’s name and spewing warm liquid all over the blond’s stomach and chest. Next, it was Hutch’s turn, and his essence exploded inside his partner’s narrow canal. When he slipped out of him, Starsky fell over exhausted, stretching out next to Hutch with one leg drawn up and an arm over his eyes.

Hutch wasn’t in any better shape. His spent cock lay limply between his thighs, and he was finding it hard to catch his breath.

“Jesus, Starsk, that was incredible!” he exclaimed, blowing out his breath.

“Yeah, it was terrific. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

The two lovers laid side by side as they recovered. After a while, Starsky turned to his side and leaned on his elbow. He looked down at his sated lover. “Boy, you’re a mess—all sticky and covered in cum.”

Hutch glanced down at himself and snorted. “Look who’s talkin’. I’m sure mine is seeping out of your ass as we speak and staining the rug.”

Starsky lifted his hips to look under his ass. “I don’t see anything. Ya know, we could have taken this to the bedroom, but then your new 600 thread count sheets would have gotten cummed up.”

Hutch sat up, bracing himself on his elbows, with an incredulous expression. “Cummed up? Is cummed a word?”

“Don’t think so, but it should be. It’s the perfect word for the way you look right now.”

“Well, what’s a little cum between friends?” Hutch grinned.

“Buddy, that looks like more than a little,” Starsky confessed.

“So, I guess you don’t want to cuddle right now then,” Hutch stated, trying to keep the disappointment from his voice.

“Sorry, babe, I’m really not interested in lying in my own spooge.”

“Then ya wanna wash me?” Hutch asked with a devilish glint in his cerulean blue eyes.

Starsky let his eyes roam over his blond lover.

“Hmm, that sounds like a terrific idea. How ‘bout a nice sponge bath?”

“Sponge bath? That sounds great,” Hutch responded with a brilliant smile.

“Good! I’ll be right back.” Starsky jumped up and dashed into the bathroom.

Hutch lay on his back, listening to his lover move about, and wondered what was taking him so long.

“Hey Gordo! Your sex juice is gettin crusty.”

Starsky emerged from the bathroom carrying a small plastic basin filled with water and a washcloth.

“Sex juice?” he asked, placing the tub on the floor next to Hutch. “Did you just make that up?”

“Yeah.” Hutch took a look at what he brought. “You’re not going to use soap?”

Starsky snapped his fingers and ran back into the bathroom. When he returned, he was holding an aerosol can with a picture of Batman on the front.

“What on earth is that?”

“Crazy Foam. It’s foamy soap,” Starsky explained, shaking the can.

“And what are you going to do with it?” Hutch asked the question, but he knew exactly what his lover was going to do with it.

“I’m gonna clean ya dummy.” The brunet aimed the spray nozzle at Hutch’s genitals and pressed the button. Instantaneously, a shushing sound came out, along with blue foam. Starsky covered his lover’s entire groin, then stepped back.

Hutch watched as the blue foam made his cock and balls disappear.

“Where did you find this stuff?”

“I was walking down the aisle in Longs Drugstore, and I saw it on the shelf.” Starsky sprayed some more over his crusty chest and stomach, then gently rubbed it into the skin.

“Man, that feels really good.” Hutch laid back with his arm under his head so he could watch his lover bathe him.

The foam had turned to a thick lather as Starsky continued to spread it over his torso and genitals. He observed Hutch’s cock begin to rise out of the whipped soap.

“Jesus, Hutch, you’re insatiable.”

“It’s all your fault. This shit feels amazing.”

“Am I gonna have to clean you up again?”

Hutch just groaned.

Starsky snorted, then dipped the washcloth in the warm water, wrung it out, and began to clean the soap from Hutch’s body.

At this point, Hutch’s cock was rock hard. After Starsky wiped the last of the soap away, he held the base and covered the head with his mouth. Hutch moaned loudly, bucking his hips. The brunet deep throated his lover until the blond erupted into his mouth. Starsky swallowed every bit, then sat back.

Hutch was breathing hard and slowly opening his eyes to the smiling face of his lover.

“No need to clean ya up again. I got it all.” Starsky gave Hutch a self-satisfied grin and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Can we cuddle now?” Hutch asked, reaching out for Starsky.

“Yeah, but let’s get in bed. I’m getting really sleepy.” Starsky yawned.

Hutch yawns sounded like a roar. “Sounds good. I’m pretty beat.”

“I bet you are,” Starsky stated, pulling Hutch off the floor and into his arms. “You go, and I’ll be right there. I wanna take this stuff back to the bathroom and clean myself up.”

When Hutch turned to go into the bedroom, Starsky swatted him on his bare buttock.

“Ow!” Hutch yelped, rubbing out the sting. “I’m goin, I’m goin.”

Starsky watched the big blond scamper into the bedroom and smiled, as he picked up the basin of water and carried it into the bathroom. He quickly cleaned up, then hurried to the bedroom. After crawling on the bed, he snuggled up close behind Hutch, laying an arm around his body.

Hutch glanced back, and their lips met, then he pulled the covers over them both. He sighed contently and whispered, “I love you, mush-brain.”

Starsky held him tighter, whispering, “Ditto, blintz, ditto.”

The End