What if Kira Had Said Yes

Kira sat on the barstool at the Pits where she had summoned Starsky and Hutch. She was turned around with her back to the bar to face them as they stood close together in front of her, leaning toward her, wordlessly asking the question.

“So that’s what you really want?” she inquired, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Are you sure?”

They looked at each other and back at her.

“Well, you love us both,” Hutch reminded her.

“Yeah,” Starsky added. “What better way to show us how much you love both of us than at the same time?”

“Well, I admit it does sound intriguing,” Kira mused.

The two men waited silently. Suddenly she stood, having made her decision. “Ok,” she agreed. “Where and when?”

Starsky smiled at her. “How about my place? The mirrors I installed on the ceiling could add to the experience. How’s tonight at eight?”

“That’s a little late,” Kira said, frowning slightly. “Aren’t you going to wine and dine me first?”

“Nope,” said Starsky, taking her face by the chin. “Just come ready. The two of us will be more than enough of a treat for you, baby.”

Hutch winked at her. “Come ready? Or ready to come?”

“A couple times at least,” Starsky said, patting her cheek.

Kira watched them leave the bar together, arms slung over each other’s shoulders.

***********

“Can you believe that?” Starsky asked Hutch as they were driving back to his place to get things ready for the evening’s festivities.

Hutch shook his head. “I can’t believe she said yes. But…aren’t you a little…” he hesitated, trying to organize his own feelings about what was going to happen.

“Worried? Scared?” Starsky finished for him. “No, not really. It might be a little weird. But after the way she was stringing us both along, I figure she owes us at least one night of fun and we might as well enjoy it together.” He looked over at Hutch and smiled. “We’ve done just about everything else together.”

“Well…you know I love you, Starsk.” Hutch swallowed. “But we’ve never actually…had a threesome.”

Starsky shrugged. “First time for everything, buddy.” His smile broadened into that megawatt, lopsided grin that never failed to twist Hutch’s heart. “And this might be a really great first.”

Hutch retreated into his thoughts as Starsky drove. Foremost was his fear that his hidden sexual desire for his partner would be completely exposed. He had suspected at times that Starsky felt the same way, but he wasn’t sure. Starsky was so comfortable touching him, he didn’t know if it meant anything or was just Starsky’s ebullient personality. But to be naked, in a sexual situation with the man he fantasized about? Would he be able to control himself? And what if Starsky was repulsed by anything he might do in a moment of passion?

When they got to Starsky’s apartment, Starsky handed him a bottle of window cleaner and a roll of paper towels. “Here you go, Blintz. You can reach the mirrors better than me. Be sure they’re squeaky clean. I’m gonna pick up the rest of the place and order us a pizza with all the works. We’re gonna need our strength.”

Hutch did as he was asked, still filled with trepidation. He heard Starsky whistling and humming as he went around the apartment. Should he come right out and confess his feelings to his partner before Kira arrived? Should he show him during their encounter that evening? Or should he keep up the charade, pretend to be interested mainly in Kira? After what she had done to them, what desire he had felt for her was definitely waning. She was a beautiful, sexy woman, but given a choice between her and the curly-haired, well-built, sensual man who was his best friend, there would be no comparison.

As he stood on the bed and cleaned the mirrors, his thoughts wandered to his handsome partner. What would it be like to hold him, caress him, kiss him, touch the parts of his body that he longed to? What would it feel like if Starsky touched him that way? Images of the muscled chest and thighs, perfect ass, and blue eyes under the tousled mane entered his mind. If only those eyes would be full of passion as they looked at him while he…

“Hey buddy, looks like you’re revving up already!” Starsky swatted at Hutch’s fly with a dust rag. “Save it for later.”

Hutch reddened as he looked down at the bulge that had formed in his jeans. “Sorry,” he mumbled. He polished the mirrors with renewed vigor.

When the cleaning was done, Starsky went to the refrigerator and tossed a beer to Hutch.

“Probably just one,” he advised. “Gotta be able to rise to the occasion.” He winked.

The pizza arrived and they sat at the kitchen table, eating mostly in silence.

Hutch felt his anxiety rising. “I’m gonna shower first if that’s ok,” he said, rising to take his plate to the sink.

“Sure,” Starsky answered, his mouth full. “Leave some hot water for me.”

Hutch escaped to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and sat on the toilet, his head in his hands. As the moment drew nearer, he was both excited and scared. When the water was warm, he got in the shower and wondered if he should jack himself off to relieve the tension. But he didn’t because he was worried that if he had spent himself, his embarrassment or attempts to hide his feelings for Starsky would render him unable to perform.

Hutch got out of the shower, shaved, and called to Starsky, “Your turn.” He walked out of the bathroom into a bedroom aglow in candlelight.

Starsky was lighting the last candle and turned to him with a flourish. “That oughta set the mood, Blintz,” he said contentedly. “Don’tcha think?”

“Uh…yeah, I guess,” Hutch replied shakily.

What was about to happen was becoming very real. He sat on the bed and did his best to calm his nerves and figure out how he was going to handle being naked and aroused with his partner involved.

Starsky showered and shaved quickly and came out of the bathroom bright-eyed. “She’ll be here in a few minutes,” he said to Hutch. “Time to get dressed.”

Hutch looked at Starsky doubtfully. “Do you think she will really show up?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to or not.

Starsky threw his arms out in a gesture of bravado. “Of course she will! Why would she give up a chance at all this manliness?”

I want all that manliness too, Hutch thought. So much it hurts.

He went to the closet and rummaged through it, then moved to the dresser, looking for what clothes he had at his partner’s place. “I don’t have many choices, Starsk. Jeans and a t-shirt are all I can find here.”

Starsky had put on a pair of slacks, shoes, and socks, and was looking through the shirts hanging in the closet. He pulled a shirt out and handed it to Hutch. “That’s ok. It’s not like the jeans will be on for long. You can wear this shirt of mine. I always liked the way it looks on you.”  He leaned close to Hutch. “It really brings out the blue in your eyes…and makes your hair and skin look so…golden and beautiful…”

Hutch’s groin tingled. Was Starsky flirting with him?

Starsky’s face was almost touching Hutch’s. “And you are, you know,” he murmured. “Beautiful.”

Hutch’s pulse spiked and thudded in his ears as Starsky pressed his lips against Hutch’s cheek. They stared at each other. Their breathing increased. Starsky’s hands clasped Hutch’s arms, and they leaned closer together, bare chests almost touching. Their eyes locked.

Hutch saw desire in his partner’s deep blue gaze. My God. Starsky—is that for me?

A knock sounded on the door, startling them out of their reverie.

“She’s early,” Starsky said, throwing on his shirt and buttoning it. “I’ll let her in while you finish dressing.”

“Don’t start without me,” said Hutch softly, his eyes not leaving Starsky’s as his partner backed away slowly, gave him a suggestive smile and turned to exit the bedroom.

Hutch dressed hastily and when he entered the main area of the apartment, he saw Kira wearing a strangely prim, high-collared shirt and long skirt.

“So, I guess we are really doing this?” she asked nervously.

Starsky went to the kitchen table where he had placed a wine bottle in a chilled bucket and three glasses.

“Nothing to be nervous about,” he said as he opened the wine. “Just friends who love each other.” He looked directly at Hutch.

Hutch’s heart leaped into his throat.

“Here you go.” Starsky handed glasses of wine to Hutch and Kira. “Just a little to loosen us up.” He guided Kira to the couch.

The two men sat on the couch with Kira in between them. They all made small talk while they drank their wine.

Finally, Starsky put his glass down on the coffee table. “Well, now. How about we get this party started?”

He took Kira’s face in his hands, turned it toward him, and kissed her.

Hutch reached onto her lap and began massaging her thigh with one hand, her back with the other.

As Starsky kissed her, his hands roamed to her blouse, and he unbuttoned it.

Hutch turned Kira’s face toward him and began kissing her while Starsky removed the blouse and unhooked her bra. She shrugged it off and Starsky cupped her breasts in his hands. Hutch fumbled for her waistband and started to pull down her skirt.

“Wait a minute, guys,” Kira admonished them, as she backed away from Hutch’s kiss. “We are getting pretty uneven with the clothes here.”

Starsky and Hutch obediently began unbuttoning their shirts. As they did, and Kira leaned forward to free Hutch’s arm from between her back and the couch, their gaze met behind her.

Hutch’s breath left him as he looked into Starsky’s eyes, smoldering with lust. The two men slowly removed their shirts, one sleeve at a time, not breaking their riveting stare. Hutch’s pulse raced and his groin filled as he watched the tantalizing strip tease his sexy partner was performing. For him.

“That’s better,” Kira said as they dropped their shirts.

Starsky stood and offered his arm to her gallantly, nodding toward the bedroom. “Shall we?”

They all stood, Hutch taking her other arm, and went into the bedroom. The candles cast a romantic glow that was multiplied by the mirrors above the bed.

Starsky smiled at Kira and kissed her again, while Hutch removed her skirt. She wore skimpy bikini panties that Starsky slid slowly down her legs. Stepping out of her shoes and then the panties, she stood naked between them. Looking up at Starsky with a seductive smile, she worked at his zipper, and he kicked off his shoes and removed his slacks.

She giggled at his bikini underwear and snapped it against his belly. Laughing, he removed them and stood naked too.

“Nice, baby,” Starsky cooed. “But Hutch, you have some catching up to do.”

Hutch had been standing, transfixed. His eyes were all on Starsky’s fur-dusted chest, thighs, and the proud erection between them. He jumped at Starsky’s urging and undid his jeans, sliding them and his boxers to the floor. As he pushed them and his shoes aside, his own erection bobbed free, almost slapping his abdomen. His mouth watered for Starsky’s taste, his hands itched to caress Starsky, his body ached for Starsky’s touch.

“Mmm,” purred Kira. “Looks like you are both ready for me.”

Starsky removed the bedspread and took her hand. Hutch gulped as Starsky grabbed his hand too and tugged them all toward the bed, and they tumbled there in a laughing pile.

“What do you want, baby?” Starsky asked Kira. “We aim to please.” He stroked her belly, thighs, and parted her wet folds, rubbing her clit gently.

Hutch kissed her breasts, sucked them, teased the nipples with his teeth. But his eyes were still on Starsky’s blood-red cock.

“Oh yeah,” she mumbled. “That’s a good start.”

“Let us know if this is gonna make it happen, sweetie,” Starsky said as he kept massaging her clit.

He was on her left side, and Hutch was on her right. Kira laid her head on the pillows and began moaning in response to their stimulation. She seemed to be enjoying the view in the mirrors above the bed of the two men tending to her.

When Hutch raised his head as he licked her breasts, he looked into Starsky’s eyes. Starsky growled and stroked his own cock lewdly with the hand that wasn’t pleasuring Kira.

Hutch was dizzy with anticipation. He brought his head closer to Starsky’s and Starsky leaned toward him. The next thing he knew, Starsky’s lips were on his, Starsky’s tongue was probing his mouth.

Hutch’s entire being was overcome with desire. He met Starsky’s tongue with his own, couldn’t stop the whimpers that emerged from his throat. Kira, absorbed in her own enjoyment, closed her eyes and increased her moaning in response to Starsky’s efforts. Hutch, reminded of his duty to satisfy her, replaced his mouth on her breasts with his hands, pinching and squeezing them while he fucked Starsky’s mouth with his tongue in rhythm with Starsky’s stroking his own cock.

Kira’s cries intensified and she shook as she came. Hutch continued kissing Starsky wetly through her orgasm and then reluctantly broke the kiss. Starsky’s eyes, dark with passion, met Hutch’s while Starsky circled his hand over her belly, soothing her as she wound down from the peak. She laid her arm over her forehead as she waited for her breathing and pulse to return to normal.

Hutch felt like he was going to go insane if he couldn’t touch Starsky, hold him, rub against him.

“Sweet, baby,” Starsky murmured. “Rest for a minute. Then tell us what else you like.”

Presently she sat up, her face sated. “Your turn. But you know I like it doggy style. Nice and deep after a good orgasm.”

“Your wish is my command,” Starsky said obligingly.

Kira got on her hands and knees and Starsky positioned himself behind her. Hutch knelt in front of Kira, and she took his cock in her mouth. Soon they were rocking together as Starsky entered her, fucking her slowly and deeply, while she licked and sucked Hutch’s throbbing shaft. Hutch threw his head back in pleasure and realized that he and Starsky were both watching themselves in the mirrors.

The view of Starsky’s sexy ass contracting while he fucked Kira was the most erotic thing Hutch had ever seen, knowing what Starsky really wanted was to fuck him. They locked eyes again, in that silent communication that had always been theirs.

Oh God! Hutch realized as his excitement crested. We are going to watch each other come.

Just the thought of it sent him over the edge. He erupted in Kira’s mouth with a cry that rose from the depths of his soul.

Seconds later, Starsky yelled his own pleasure as he ejaculated inside Kira.

As Hutch watched Starsky’s face contorting in ecstasy, his orgasm peaked and intensified to heights he had never known. Hutch’s eyes never left Starsky’s as they were consumed with the passion between them.

When their final shuddering releases were complete, they collapsed. The three cuddled together, Starsky spooning Kira, Hutch on her other side facing her.

Hutch’s heart pounded so hard he knew he couldn’t sleep. His view of Starsky’s face behind Kira’s head told him that his partner was invigorated too. Their unspoken lust for each other hung heavy in the room. Hutch didn’t know if Kira could sense it, and he didn’t care.

Kira sighed and settled in for a nap. Soon her deep and regular breathing told them that she was asleep. But their eyes were wide open and alight in the candles’ glow, focusing only on each other.

Hutch reveled in the new and exciting knowledge that Starsky wanted him, loved him the way he wanted to be loved. His heart burst with desire for this beautiful man.

Minutes passed. Still they looked longingly at each other, sleep refusing to come. As Kira fell into a deeper slumber, she stirred and moved to lay more on her back. They accommodated her change of position, and it gave them a clearer path and view of each other.

Starsky slowly reached his arm out, and Hutch responded with a reach of his own. They grasped each other’s hands and squeezed.

Hutch gasped softly and let go of Starsky’s hand, beckoning him to come over to his other side where there was enough room for Starsky to lie.

Starsky smiled at him longingly, melting Hutch. As Starsky slowly rose and went into the bathroom, Hutch waited for Kira to relax into a deeper sleep.

Finally, Starsky crept quietly to Hutch’s side of the bed and lowered himself next to Hutch. He held Hutch close to him, pressing their bodies together.

This is heaven, thought Hutch. My Starsky. Finally touching me the way I’ve longed for, loving me. Hutch felt like he would faint from the electric sensation of Starsky’s warm, naked, sexy body against his, and clutched Starsky to him hungrily.

Tentatively at first, sweetly, Hutch sought Starsky’s lips, found them. Soon his kisses turned ravenous as he surrendered to the desires he had suppressed for so long. Emboldened by his rapture, he gave little thought to Kira or anything but Starsky. He moaned softly as they rubbed their bodies and reenergized cocks together.

“Hutch,” Starsky whispered urgently. “Babe. I love you. I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

“Starsk,” Hutch answered in his own hoarse whisper. “I am so in love with you! So hot for you.”

“Well,” said a sleepy feminine voice.

They froze.

“I can see now that I never had a chance with either one of you, even if that’s what I wanted,” Kira said pragmatically. “You are in love with each other. The rumors are true.” She sat up cross-legged in the bed. “I must say, it’s quite a titillating show, the two of you. So hot. Especially with the mirrors and candles and all.”

Starsky looked at her entreatingly.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, with a surreptitious smile. “Your secret is safe with me. I don’t kiss and tell. And this was all in fun anyway. But I have to say, I don’t really think it’s a secret.” She ran her hand along Hutch’s quaking side. “I realize you may not need me to participate any more, but…can I at least watch?”

Starsky laughed, breaking the tension.

Hutch giggled at her tickling touch, delirious in his relief and joy.

“Thanks for the help, Kira, but I think Hutch and I can take it from here,” Starsky said happily. He pulled the sheet up over himself and Hutch. “If you don’t mind.”

“Too bad,” Kira said, rising and beginning to collect her clothes. “But I do wish you both the very best.” She looked over her shoulder as she left the bedroom. “I can let myself out. And—thanks for the good times.”

They lay still until they heard the door close behind her.

Hutch nuzzled his face against Starsky’s. “Oh, Starsk. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.”

Starsky smiled against Hutch’s lips. “I’ve wanted you for a long time too, Hutch. We should’ve figured this out sooner. Guess it took a three-way with Kira to help me find the courage to make love with you.” A chuckle rose in Starsky’s throat. “Did my strip tease get the message across?”

Hutch sighed. “How you looked at me! God, Starsk. I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone to look at me like that.”

“Me too,” Starsky murmured. “Babe.”

Hutch looked at Starsky questioningly. “You called Kira baby, not babe. I noticed that.”

Starsky traced his finger around Hutch’s face, twirling a wispy curl of his hair around it. “I don’t love her,” he said softly. “You are my one and only babe.”

“My Starsk,” Hutch whispered. He kissed Starsky with trembling lips, his eyes filling.

Starsky kissed him back lovingly.

Hutch’s mouth caressed Starsky’s cheeks, his eyelids, his nose.

“I don’t think Kira really understands what love is,” Hutch murmured.

Starsky tenderly stroked Hutch’s cheek. “I don’t think she, or most people, are lucky enough to find this kinda love.”

The candles flickered, and the mirror reflected the serene scene of Hutch holding Starsky close in the twinkling light. As Hutch searched Starsky’s tear-filled eyes and saw the intense emotion in them, all for him, his joy overflowed.