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Hutch woke up and for a few seconds he didn’t remember where he was. Blinking to get his eyes to focus, he realized he was still in the hospital. But he was in a private room now, not the ICU.

Hearing a soft sound, he looked to his right and saw Starsky asleep in a chair pulled close to the side of the bed. Since Starsky was sleeping, Hutch took advantage and spent some time looking closely at his partner.

Starsky had saved his life. There was no doubt about it. And it wasn’t the first time his loyal partner had saved him. Hutch wasn’t sure he could accurately count the number of times. He felt something clench in his heart. What would he do without him?

Looking at Starsky, he noticed his hair was messier than normal, with the curls going every which way in no particular order. Hutch knew how soft those curls were. They had hugged often enough for him to have had ample times to feel that softness against his face. And when he had saved Starsky’s life, he had bent his head and kissed those curls more than once.

Unlike his own mostly straight hair, Starsky’s was a mass of confusion. But there was nothing Hutch would have liked more than to run his fingers into that mass. To feel those curls wind around his fingers, almost like they were trying to trap and hold his fingers prisoner. And they would release that aroma that had and would always be associated with Starsky. A little sandalwood, a little sweat, and a lot pure, male Starsky.

Letting his eyes roam downward, he stared at the face that, at times seemed more familiar than his own. That expressive face displayed Starsky’s feelings for the entire world to see. Unless he was undercover. Then Starsky could slip on a mask that even Hutch had trouble seeing through at times.

He focused on Starsky’s nose. Nothing really special about it. Straight and strong, it was just a nose, but Hutch had the most incredible desire to kiss the tip of it. Wait! Where had that thought come from? He shook his head then regretted it because it made him feel a bit dizzy.

His vision dropped to Starsky’s lips. Slightly parted in slumber, they allowed a soft snore to escape now and then. Hutch studied those lips, feeling both drawn and compelled to memorize them for some reason. Soft. They looked soft. Kissable. Desirable.

Hutch shook his head again. What was he thinking?  

Blinking, then looking up at Starsky’s closed eyes, Hutch was struck by how long the lashes were. They fanned out over his cheeks, curling slightly at the end. They were thick. He’d rarely seen lashes so lush and thick; not even on any of the women he had dated.

Closing his eyes, he pictured those deep blue eyes when they were open. He’d read a quote somewhere about the eyes being windows to the soul. Well, that was certainly true with his partner. Shining with laughter. Steely with resolve. Welling with tears. No matter what, those eyes told the story of Starsky’s feelings. Hutch opened his eyes and focused on Starsky’s eyes again.

Suddenly, those eyes opened.

Hutch was caught staring at his partner. He could feel a blush spread over his cheeks.

He also felt something else. Looking down, he realized the sheets covering his groin were tented. He had an erection! Just from looking at Starsky! He grabbed the extra pillow lying beside him on the bed and tried to casually move it to cover his erection.


Starsky woke up feeling like someone was staring at him. When he opened his eyes, he found it was his partner. He blinked and glanced around the room. As his glance skimmed over Hutch, he was shocked to see the sheets over Hutch’s groin were covering an erection! He looked back at Hutch’s eyes as Hutch moved a pillow over his groin.


“Uh, s… sorry, Starsk. I, ahh, just woke up. You know?”

Standing, Starsky pulled the chair flush against the edge of the bed, and sat down. Casually, he reached over and moved the pillow back to Hutch’s side. His eyes moved from Hutch’s blushing cheeks down to the obvious erection. “I thought that only happened in the morning because your bladder is full? Do you need the urinal or to go to the bathroom?”

“No. I… I’m okay. Look, it’s not a big deal, Starsk.”

Starsky raised his gaze from the prominent erection to Hutch’s face. “Looks like a pretty big deal to me, Hutch.”


“No, don’t ‘Starsk’ me, buddy. I wake up to find you staring at my face and you have an erection. What’s going on?”

Hutch had no idea what to say. How was he supposed to tell his straight partner of years, that he had become sexually aroused, just by looking at him? He picked up the nurse call button, intending on calling for someone to come into the room to derail Starsky from his line of questions.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Starsky grabbed the call light out of Hutch’s hands. “We’re going to talk.”

“Look, there’s nothing to talk about. It… it just… happened. Okay? It doesn’t mean anything.” Hutch couldn’t look at Starsky now. He kept his eyes on the window, looking out at the blue sky. He thought of how much bluer Starsky’s eyes were, and then could have kicked himself. He shifted in the bed, trying to make his condition less evident.

“I disagree, babe. I think there’s a lot for us to talk about.” Starsky reached out and framed Hutch’s still-red cheeks with his hands. Keeping his eyes on Hutch’s, he slowly bent down and placed a kiss on Hutch’s lips. Getting no resistance he kissed him again, and again, this time running his tongue softly along the seam of his lips.

Hutch groaned and opened his mouth, closing his eyes at the same time. He thrust his tongue up to duel with Starsky’s. He moaned.

What was he doing? What were they doing?

He pulled away and stared into those blue eyes which were so close to his face.

“Starsk… I… what… we…”

“Exactly, babe… ‘we’. ‘We’ need to have a long, long talk. I think its way past time for it.” Starsky dropped another soft kiss on Hutch’s lips then settled back in his chair. He reached out and slid his hand under the sheet, then under Hutch’s hospital gown, placing it on Hutch’s thigh, close to the straining erection. Lightly stroking his fingers over the soft skin there, he saw Hutch’s cock jump.

Hutch was unable to stop the small thrust of his hips from the touch.

Starsky looked back at his partner’s face.

“Yeah, babe… time for talk… and other… things.”

 “Other th… th… things?” Silently, Hutch cursed his propensity to stutter when he became nervous. “L… like what?” He was also having trouble meeting Starsky’s gaze again.

Starsky slid his fingers a little closer to Hutch’s cock, continuing to stroke softly. The tips of his fingers brushed ever so gently against the base causing Hutch to turn slightly toward him and thrust again. Starsky could feel the heat radiating off it.

Smiling at Hutch, he said, “Things like… how much I love you; have loved you for a long time. Things like… how I have thought about what it would be like to kiss you… to make love to you. Things like… why you’re so hard right now; why you keep thrusting and trying to move closer to my hand. Things like… if I move my hand… take your cock in my hand… stroke it… firmly… would you last more than a few seconds?”

As Starsky said that he moved his hand and grasped Hutch’s erection. He pumped it three times and stopped.

But Hutch didn’t stop. He continued to pump his cock into that tight grip. Once. Twice. On the third thrust he cried out as he orgasmed. His head pushed back in the pillow as his hips arched toward Starsky. Eyes closed, he panted, trying to wrap his spinning mind around what had just happened.

When his eyes opened, it was to see Starsky smiling at him. Those beautiful deep blue eyes were focused on his. “Yeah, I think we have a whole lot to talk about, babe.”


Hutch felt lost. Starsky loved him? Wanted to love him? His head was spinning and his heart was racing. Maybe he was still asleep and this was a dream?

“Starsk, I… you… we…” He took deep breath and tried again. “You want to make love… with me?” It was hard, but he kept his gaze locked on his partner’s.


“But, when? How?”

Starsky chuckled to himself as his usually smooth-talking partner was reduced to one-word sentences. “Seems like it’s been forever now. But if you want specifics, I would have to say it’s been about a year since I started feeling different about you. I would look at you, and all I could think about was kissing you, making love to you.” He stopped talking and looked down. “I didn’t know whether to say something to you, or not. I would catch you looking at me and I would think ‘he feels the same thing’, but I wasn’t sure so… I never said anything to you.” He looked back up to see the stunned look on Hutch’s face. But there was a small smile on his lips too, so Starsky took heart from that.

“That long? You should have said something. I’ve felt a change for about the same time, but I didn’t know what to do either.” He gave a soft laugh, as his eyes roamed over Starsky’s face again. “Some detectives we are, huh?”

“The best detectives, Hutch. With everything but ‘me and thee’. I was afraid of changing that… us. And how was I supposed to let you know that I wanted more? That I wanted it all… with you?”

“I understand, babe. Believe me, I understand.” Hutch reached out and took Starsky’s hand in his. He pulled him up out of the chair and down so he could kiss him. A proper kiss. A loving kiss. Full of all the love and emotion he was feeling.

They both heard a noise outside the door and pulled away from each other. A few seconds later, Clair, Hutch’s nurse stepped into the room after giving a quick knock on the door.

“How’s my favorite patient doing today?” She moved around the bed, checking the monitors in the room for his vitals, noting his pulse rate was slightly elevated. When she looked back at Hutch, she saw a blush on his face. She also noted the wet sheet and then the distinctive aroma of semen. Smiling softly she said, “I’ll get you a clean sheet, Hutch. Don’t be embarrassed, it happens after traumas more than you would think.” If she noticed both men were now blushing, she kept that observation to herself.

These guys were heroes to her. Who they loved, and how, was their business. Besides, she herself was in a committed relationship with another female. A police officer, who happened to work with them. She had been lovers with Minnie for almost year now. Who was she to judge?

“I’ll be right back in.” She stepped into the hall and down to the linen closet. Grabbing a new set of sheets, some towels, and washcloths, she knocked and stepped back into the room. She noticed Starsky had scooted his chair back a bit from the bed, and they were both still pink-cheeked. Setting the linens down on the over bed table, she went into the bathroom and ran warm water into a bath basin. She took it and some liquid soap into the room and put it beside the linens. “I thought you might like to freshen up a bit. Would you like me to help bathe you or are you feeling up to doing it yourself?” She paused, then with a soft smile continued, “Perhaps Starsky might be able to help you? That might be more comfortable and less embarrassing for you?”

They both looked at her, and when she winked at them, they smiled at her and then laughed.

“I’m pretty sure I can help him out if he needs it, Clair.” He stood, stepped over to her and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re a peach!”

Clair blushed, smiled, and walked to the door. “I’m going to put a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door. I’ll be back in about an hour or so, unless you need something sooner. And I may be a ‘peach’, but like my good friend Minnie says, ‘You two are trashy boys!’” Laughing softly, she walked out of the door, pulling it firmly closed behind her.


They looked at each other, both putting Clair’s comment about Minnie and that phrase together. They laughed and relaxed, sure their activities would be kept safe by Clair.

“Minnie…” Starsky began.

“And Clair…” Hutch finished.

“They are perfect for each other.” Starsky said.

“A bit scary, too. With their brains, and strengths, they could end up ruling the world!” Hutch added in an awed voice.

“You got that straight, buddy!”

A silence fell between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Starsky got up and walked around the bed, picking up the washcloth and dipping it in the warm water. He lifted the sheet and began to wash the evidence of Hutch’s orgasm off his abdomen and chest, despite Hutch’s protests that he could do it himself. As he gently cleaned Hutch, he bent down and kissed each area once cleansed.

Hutch couldn’t take his eyes off his partner. He could see the love in his eyes and felt the caring in his hands. When Starsky took his penis in his hands and began to clean it, Hutch almost cried at the tenderness Starsky was handling him with.

“Starsk… I love you. I know I’ve said that to you before, but… now it has a deeper meaning. I love you. And I want to love you.”

Pausing in his ministrations to Hutch, Starsky looked up into his partner’s eyes. “I know, Hutch. I feel the same. I thought it would feel… hard… or bad… but it’s so…”

“Natural?” Hutch asked.

“Yeah, babe. ‘Natural’. Like it’s always been this way, we just didn’t admit it. To each other, or ourselves.”

Hutch nodded.

When Starsky had cleaned Hutch of the after-effects of his orgasm and the sweat it had cost, he dumped the water in the bathroom and put the soiled towels and linens in the cloth basket, also in the bathroom. He walked back out into the room to see Hutch had scooted to the left side of the bed.


Hutch raised the sheet on the right side of the bed. “Join me?”

“Is that a good idea, babe?”

“It’s the best idea I’ve had for a long time, Starsk. Clair will warn us if we’re about to be disturbed.” He patted the clean sheets. “C’mon, I want you beside me. I need to have you close. Please?” He looked up, into Starsky’s eyes; his own eyes pleading his case.

Never being able to resist Hutch, Starsky toed off his shoes, took his jacket and holstered-gun off and hung them on the back of the chair. He sat on the edge of the bed then swung his legs in. He watched Hutch put the sheet over him. He scooted closer when Hutch held out his arms. Finding himself wrapped securely in those long arms, he laid his head on Hutch’s shoulder, hearing his partner let out a soft sigh.



“Have you ever…”

Sleepy blue eyes opened. “A few times. In college. You?”

“Same here. In the service.”

“Did you… like it?” Starsky watched Hutch’s face closely.

Yeah. But...”

“But… what?”

“But… it wasn’t anything like what I… you… what we did. Here in this bed. I’ve never come so quickly, been so turned on before.” Hutch leaned closer and kissed Starsky.

They would kiss, pull apart and smile at each other. Then they would kiss again.

Hutch slid his right hand down Starsky’s chest, stopping to rub and pinch the hard nipples he found there. His hand continued down, until he was cupping Starsky’s cock through his jeans. He rubbed up and down the length of it then reached further down to press lightly against his balls. He smiled as Starsky pressed his body closer and claimed his smiling lips.

“Open your jeans for me, babe. Please?” Hutch whispered to Starsky.

Starsky looked at the door, then back into Hutch’s eyes. Without a word, he reached down, unbuttoned the button then slid the zipper down. He raised his hips slightly and slid his jeans and briefs down just far enough to release his cock which was beginning to ooze pre-come.

“Thank you, babe. I want to touch you. Like you touched me. I want you to feel the love I felt.” Hutch kissed Starsky then slid his hand down that muscled chest and abdomen. He felt Starsky’s abdomen contract at the touch of his hand. When he reached Starsky’s cock, he took it in a light grip, slowly pumping his fist up and down. Touching him the way he liked to be touched… stroked… he began to work his hand harder and faster. His eyes would move from watching his hand to watching his partner’s face. He couldn’t decide which was more fascinating.

He had Starsky’s cock in his hand.

He had Starsky’s cock in his hand!

Leaning over, he kissed Starsky’s lips, pushing his tongue inside that hot mouth while his hand pumped faster and harder. He ran his hand over the top, smearing the fluid there, lubricating his hand with it. Groaning, he kissed Starsky harder. His left arm was under Starsky’s shoulders, so he pulled his right leg up, moving it between Starsky’s legs. He pushed gently up against his partner’s tight balls, feeling the body he was holding so closely jump.

Breaking his lips free, Starsky sucked in a couple deep, panting breaths. “Huuutchhh!”

“Shhhh. It’s okay, babe. It’s okay.” Hutch re-claimed his lips, thrusting his tongue in rhythm with the movement of his hand. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer. Reaching down by his hip, he grabbed the washcloth he had taken from the stack of linens and gently placed it over the top of the cock he was working so hard.

He felt Starsky’s body stiffen. He gentled his stroke, and pulled his body closer with his left arm. Starsky pulled out of the kiss and pressed his lips to Hutch’s shoulder to muffle his yell as he came, shuddering and gripping Hutch as tightly as he could.

Wrapping his right arm around Starsky, Hutch gently rubbed up and down his back. He kept up a reassuring litany of words, trying to help calm him. When he felt the tension in Starsky’s body let up, he eased him back so he could see his face. When those dark blue eyes focused on his, he smiled softly. “Welcome back, love.”

That crooked grin spread across Starsky face. “Damn. You trying to kill me? Warn me next time so I’m prepared for what’s gonna happen.” Starsky leaned in and kissed Hutch, then rested his forehead against his. “Good thing neither of us was hooked up to one of those heart monitor things.”

Hutch chuckled. Then he laid his head back on his pillow, closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath.

“Hey, you okay, Hutch.”

“Yeah. Just basking in the Heaven I am holding in my arms right now.”

Ducking his head, Starsky took a moment to get control of his emotions. “Aw, babe. You’re the one glowing like the sun. I’m the lucky one here.”

Opening his eyes, Hutch replied, “We’re both lucky, Starsk. After all the years we’ve been partners, friends… to take this step… to both want this… is nothing short of a miracle.” He paused and a sick look came over his face. “You… you do want this… don’t you? I… I mean… if you don’t… this doesn’t have to mean anything. It could just be…”

Kissing Hutch to get him to stop talking, Starsky waited until Hutch melted into the kiss, pulled back and said, “I want this. I want YOU. This means everything to me, Hutch. YOU mean everything to me.”

“Starsk, fix your jeans, and put this in the linen bag. I didn’t want Clair to have to bring us more new linens.” Hutch blushed and handed Starsky the wash cloth he had used to collect Starsky’s semen. “Then crawl back in bed, and let’s rest for a little while. Okay?”

Standing, Starsky pulled his zipper up and re-buttoned his jeans. He took the cloth and put it in the hamper, shaking his head at Hutch’s ingenuity.

He thought about sitting back in the chair, but Hutch lifted his head from the pillow, held the sheet up and patted the bed beside him. “They’ve seen us in bed together before. It’s not going to shock them, least of all, Clair.”

So he slid back onto the bed, scooting close, and wrapping his arms around Hutch. They didn’t talk, just held each other and exchanged soft kisses. Both drifted to sleep within a few minutes.


Clair tapped lightly on the door about two hours later. She had a tray with sandwiches and sodas on it. Opening the door quietly, she saw them cuddled together on the bed, sleeping. She smiled at the picture they made and quietly backed out of the door, and put the food and drink in the staff refrigerator. It would keep until they were awake.


Clair looked up from the nurse’s station when the elevator door opened. She smiled and got up when she saw Minnie step out onto the floor. Minnie was carrying a small bouquet of flowers. They hugged and Clair said, “For Hutch?”

“Not even close, girlfriend. These are for you.” Minnie followed Clair to a small kitchenette behind the nurse’s station.

Clair pulled a vase from under the sink, filled it with water and put the flowers in it. “Thank you, Min. They’re beautiful!” She glanced around, saw no one, and kissed her.

“I’ll have to remember to bring you flowers more often!” Minnie grinned. “How’s Hutch doing? Is he awake yet?”

“He is awake and doing well! I’d let you go in and see him, but Starsky’s in there and…” She blushed and stopped speaking. Not sure what to say.

Minnie grinned. “I’ll just peek in the room, see if their awake.”

“NO! Errr… I mean I’m pretty sure they’re sleeping now. Hutch was pretty tired and Starsky was too, from staying up to keep an eye on Hutch.”

“I’ll be very quiet.” Minnie said, holding her fingers up in a Girl Scout gesture.

“Let me go look in on them.” Clair was nervous. She didn’t want to say something that might make Minnie wonder what was going on.

“Clair… are you trying to keep me from seeing them in a … compromising position?” Minnie grinned again. When Clair stared at her, she continued, “I’ve known those boys were headed for a sexual relationship for a long time. Probably even longer then they themselves have.” She laughed at the look on her lover’s face.

“You have?”

“Girlfriend, it was written all over their faces. Every time they would look at each other, touch each other… it was like a bright, glowing red, neon sign to me. Others didn’t see it. But I sure did! Just like I saw the glances you gave me. That’s why I asked you to go to coffee with me six months ago. And that was the best question I ever asked anyone!” She leaned in and kissed Clair.

“Now, I wanna peek in on them.”

Minnie walked over to the door and carefully opened it. She peeked through the small opening and saw the guys curled up on the bed together. Hutch was lying on his left side and Starsky was lying against Hutch, with his head on Hutch’s chest. Hutch had his arms around Starsky, and his face was pressed into Starsky’s curls.

Clair glanced in and Minnie closed the door. They both smiled, and Minnie wiped a tear from her eye.

“Bout time those trashy boys got it right!” Minnie pushed Clair away from the door as they both started to laugh softly. They walked back to the nurse’s station, talked for a few minutes then Minnie left so Clair could get back to work.


“Well, Detective, I think it’s time to spring you from the hospital. Your labs are all normal, your chest X-ray shows your lungs are clear, and I see no reason to keep you any longer. So whenever you’re ready to go, you can. I’ve left some prescriptions for antibiotics and pain meds with Clair. Fill them and use ALL the antibiotics. The pain pills as you need them. Also, make an appointment to see me in one week at the office. Do you have any questions?”

“No, Doctor. Thank you. You saved my life.”

“Your partner did most of the work, coming up with the formula for what they gave you. But, you are welcome.”

“I’ll go get you some clothes and be back in under an hour to pick you up. You’re gonna stay at my place for a few days, Hutch. That way I can make sure you are abiding by Doc’s orders. When I get back we can blow this popsicle joint. Anything specific you want me to bring?”

“No. Sweats would be good. More comfortable.”

“You got it.” Starsky leaned down and dropped a quick kiss on Hutch’s mouth. “I’ll be back soon.” He hesitated before he turned to walk to the door. “I love you, Hutch. Just so you know.”

“I do know, Starsk.” Hutch looked right into those deep blue eyes and said, “I love you, too.”

Clair walked into the room as Starsky was leaving. “Okay, Hutch. Let’s get you up and into the shower, so that will be taken care of. One less thing for you to do when you get home. Okay?”

Hutch nodded his agreement, and Clair helped him into the shower in the bathroom, making sure he had everything he needed. “I’ll be in the room if you need help.” Hutch was glad she had done this, as he was very tired once he got out of the shower and into his hospital gown. He was a lot weaker than he had thought he would be.

He signed his release papers and waited for Starsky to return.


Starsky was back in less than twenty minutes. He put a sack with Hutch’s sweat pants, a t-shirt, and underwear on the bed. “Need help?”

Smiling at him, Hutch nodded. “That shower about wore me out.”

Between the two of them Hutch was dressed and ready to go when Clair brought in a wheelchair for him to ride in down to the entrance. “This is a no-refusal ride, Hutch. You have to use this.” Clair gave Hutch her best stern look.

“I won’t refuse. I think I used up all my energy taking that shower.” He stood and kissed Clair’s cheek. “Thank you. You have been a true angel of mercy.”

“Sit down, you charmer. I’ll give you the scenic tour on the way out.”

Both guys laughed at Clair’s statement. Starsky walked beside the wheelchair, keeping a close eye on his partner. He could tell Hutch was tired. Once they were home, he’d make sure Hutch took a nap. A light snack, then bed. Satisfied with his plan, Starsky opened the passenger door of the Torino and helped his partner out of the wheelchair and into the car. They waved goodbye to Clair and headed for Starsky’s place.

“Dobey radioed while I was heading back to the hospital. Said to tell you he’s glad you’re recovered. He gave me the next five days off to play nursemaid to you.”

“’Nursemaid’, huh? So, like being at my beck and call?” Hutch chuckled.

“More like Nurse Ratched.” Starsky laughed at Hutch’s horrified expression. “Aw, come on, Blintz. You know I love you and would never lobotomize you!”

Hutch laughed. Then he sobered and looked at Starsky. “We don’t have to do anything… you know…”

Stopped at a red light, Starsky looked back at Hutch, “I still want to. I want more with you. I want it all.” He paused, “You changing your mind?”

“No. I thought maybe you might have changed yours. Or maybe it was just emotions running wild because I came so close to dying. Or… “

“Shut up, Hutch. I love you. I want to make love with you. So, unless you’ve changed your mind, this is going to happen.”

Smiling, Hutch reached across the seat and squeezed Starsky’s arm. He took ahold of Starsky’s hand when he dropped it to the seat. They drove the rest of the way home holding hands and exchanging smiles of anticipation.


Starsky parked the Torino and exited the car quickly to get to Hutch so he could help him out of the car. He opened the door and reached inside to take Hutch’s arm. “Easy. Lean on me, babe.”

Hutch stood up, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “Thanks. Starsk.”

They walked up the steps, taking a couple of breaks for Hutch to catch his breath.

“I never realized how many steps there were.”

“You’ve never been in a coma before.”

“And I hope to never be in one again.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.”

Finally making it to the top of the stairs, Starsky unlocked the door and helped Hutch over to the couch. “Sit. Rest.”

Getting a couple of blankets out of the closet, Starsky put one around Hutch’s shoulders and the other over his legs. “Stay here. I’ll be right back with food and drink.

Starsky hurried to the kitchen and checked what he had in the refrigerator to fix sandwiches with. He had roast beef and chicken. He went back to the living room to ask Hutch which he wanted.

“Awww, babe.”

Hutch had scooted down on the couch and was fast asleep. Starsky debated for a few seconds then walked over and shook his partner’s shoulder gently.

“Hutch, come on. Stand up. Let’s get you into the bedroom. Sleeping here will kill your back.” He managed to get Hutch to wake up enough to walk into the bedroom with his help. Starsky quickly undressed Hutch, and helped him slip into the bed and under the covers.

Deciding he would wait to eat until Hutch woke up, Starsky undressed and slid into the bed. He scooted up behind Hutch and pulled him close. He put his arms around him and held him. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. After losing out on so much sleep in the hospital he fell asleep quickly.


Hutch became aware of feeling warm. And safe. He felt happiness and love well up inside of him. He was wrapped up in someone’s arms… held tight enough to feel secure. His neck was warm from the breath of the person holding him.


Smiling and scooting back the little bit he could, his entire body was in contact with Starsky’s. Ahhh… that was better. He drifted back into a deep sleep with a smile on his face.


This time it was the heat of passion that woke him up.

His fully erect cock was cocooned in warmth and wetness. Being lovingly sucked and licked. His hips moved before he was even aware he had moved them. They lifted, asking… no… begging… for more. And more was granted. Those lips closed more firmly around his cock. That talented tongue began to lick and stroke harder, focusing on the area right underneath the head. Even as those feelings registered in his head, his cock was being sucked down… down into a tight throat. The feelings were intense… erotic… awakening.

He forced his eyes open, lifted his head slightly from the pillow and looked down.

Starsky was lying between his legs, sucking on his cock. Taking him deep down his throat then pulling off to suck just the head, using his tongue to flick at the sensitive area there.

Starsky looked up when he realized Hutch was fully awake. He stopped what he had been doing long enough to smile at Hutch and say, “Good morning, Hutch.” Then he ran his hands up Hutch’s sides. He took Hutch’s hands in his and moved them over Hutch’s head. Using his fingers to curl Hutch’s around the bars of the brass headboard, he gave a squeeze, silently telling Hutch to hold on. Then he took up where he had left off. His hands became busy holding Hutch’s cock steady, teasing Hutch’s sensitive balls, and tracing patterns across his perineum to his anus.

Hutch moaned and tightened his grip on the headboard, thankful Starsky had encouraged him to hold on to something. Every time his partner would touch him in a different spot or lick him in just the right spot, Hutch would flinch and tighten his hands more.

Starsky was trying to drive him insane!

“Starsk, you… ahhhh… you don’t have to… damn, babe… I can… you sh… sh… should let me… mmmmm…”

Pausing briefly, Starsky waited until Hutch looked at him. “I want to. I want to love you, to show you how much I love you. Later… you can… later.”

When Starsky returned his mouth to the hard cock in his hand, he no longer teased. This time he worked it with everything he had in him. Taking Hutch deep, sucking harder, gently squeezing the balls he held… Starsky showed Hutch no mercy.

When Starsky began to hum and pushed a wet finger inside his lover’s anus, Hutch lost it.

He turned loose of the headboard to drop his hands to Starsky’s head, threading his fingers deep into the curls there. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull Starsky off his cock, or pull him closer. So he just held on as Starsky brought him to a shuddering climax like he had never had before.

“STARSK!! Oh, God… good… so… good…” Hutch could barely speak. The ecstasy he was feeling was too intense.

At the first pulse of Hutch’s cock, Starsky stopped sucking and just held it in his mouth, using his tongue to gently stroke the underside. He waited until the pulses stopped and pulled off, easing the cock back to rest against Hutch’s thigh. He moved up in the bed, smiling as he listened to Hutch panting… trying to catch his breath. He was on his side, with his head braced on his arm. When Hutch’s eyes opened, Starsky smiled a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile. “Good morning. Feel better?”

Hutch smiled then leaned over and kissed Starsky. He tasted himself on Starsky’s lips. He deepened the kiss, wanting more. When they broke the kiss, Hutch caressed Starsky’s face. He ran his fingers through the brunet curls and pulled Starsky’s head to his shoulder. Whispering in Starsky’s ear, he laid out his heart.

“I love you, Starsk. Never… ever felt love like this for anyone else. You have made my heart feel full. I… I don’t know what to say, other than I love you.”

Starsky raised his head and smiled at Hutch. “I feel the same way, babe. Never felt like this before either.” He chuckled. “Took us long enough, didn’t it?”

Hutch yawned and said, “Yeah it did. But maybe it took us just the right amount of time. Maybe we weren’t ready yet… before.” He yawned again. “Sorry. It seems like you took all my energy.” Smiling at Starsky he started to slide down in the bed, wanting to return the favor to his partner.

“Hutch, wait. You need to rest. Doc said to take it easy for the next couple of days.”

“But I want to take ‘it’ hard, Starsk!” Hutch grinned and tried to move again.

“’It’ isn’t going anywhere. ‘It’ will be right here when you wake up after resting.” Starsky pulled Hutch back into his arms. “Rest, Hutch. I want to lie beside you and just sleep. I want to share everything with you. Sleeping and waking, I don’t want to be apart from you.”

Hutch ducked his head to Starsky’s chest, not wanting him to see the glint of tears in his eyes from hearing what Starsky had said.

“Hey? Look at me.” Starsky raised Hutch’s head and stared into his eyes. He saw the tears. “What’s wrong? Are you all right?”

Reaching up, Hutch wiped the moisture away. “Sorry, I’m just so happy. And so in love with you.”

Now it was Starsky’s turn to get misty-eyed. “Come on, Blintz. Let’s catch some sleep before we both turn into weeping willows.”


Opening his eyes hours later, Hutch looked down, careful not to move his body. Starsky was laying half over him. His head was resting on his shoulder and he had one arm and one leg tossed over his body. He smiled. Content like he had never been before. He laid there for a few minutes then his bladder made its needs known.

Slowly and carefully, he slid out from under his partner. Hurrying to the bathroom, he took care of matters and walked back to the bedroom. Starsky was lying in the same spot, only he had reached out and was now cuddling Hutch’s pillow. Hutch smiled and closed his eyes trying to imprint the image of his naked lover curled up in bed in his mind so he could remember it to paint later.

The contentment he felt, looking at his lover, was exhilarating. Love thrummed through him. He felt like he might burst if he didn’t do something… anything to show Starsky how much he loved him.

Reaching into the top drawer of his bedside table, Hutch pulled out a jar of lubricant. Quietly taking off the lid, he dipped his fingers in. He pulled them out and coated his anus, carefully working the lube inside, stretching himself. His cock became erect as he worked the lube into his body.

Closing his eyes, he clamped down on his need. He was stunned to realize that just looking at Starsky like that would have been enough to make him come.

When he was ready, he gently climbed back into the bed and slowly pulled the pillow away from his lover. Dipping more lube from the jar, he coated his hand and began to stroke Starsky’s penis. Long slow strokes. Base to tip and back. It only took a few strokes and Starsky was hard and pumping into his hand.

“Hutch?” Starsky sleepily questioned.

“Yeah, babe. I need you.”


Hutch slid closer to Starsky. He grabbed the pillow and slid it under himself, raising his ass up. Reaching over, he hauled Starsky in between his legs, sliding Starsky up his body until Starsky’s hard cock was pressed against his perineum.

“Take me, babe. Please?”

Suddenly totally awake and alert, Starsky realized what Hutch wanted. “You need to…”

“I’m ready, Starsk. Make love to me.”

Starsky carefully pushed against Hutch’s anus, realizing it was slick with lube. The tip of his cock slid inside. He rocked carefully and felt the tight muscles stretch to accommodate him. It only took a few thrusts until he was fully seated.

Hutch moaned, “Yessss…”, feeling the stretch and fullness. He tilted his pelvis up, inviting Starsky to move deeper and harder. “More… give me more.”

“Love you, Hutch.” Starsky began to move deeper and faster. Hutch’s body clung to his cock, squeezing it with tightness and wrapping it in heat. He knew he had hit Hutch’s prostate when he felt Hutch’s body jerk and clamp down harder on his cock. He held his body up and rocked in and out, targeting that spot with each stroke. He pulled almost all the way out only to plunge back in as deep as he could go. Hutch’s moans encouraged him to thrust harder, to try to go deeper.   

Hutch was on the edge. He had had lovers before, but none had ever made him feel this good… none had felt this… right. He moaned and moved his hands to Starsky’s ass, pulling him closer and closer. He rocked his hips up; desperate to take everything Starsky could give him. His cock was dripping on his stomach. Moving one of his hands, he began to stroke his cock in time with Starsky’s thrusts.

Seeing Hutch stroking his cock made Starsky wild. He was thrusting as fast, hard, and deep as he could. His orgasm was imminent.

“H… Hutch…?”

“Yesss… now…”

Starsky pushed one last time and his body froze as he came deep inside Hutch. He managed to keep his eyes open and saw Hutch’s cock erupt, spraying come on his stomach and chest. Hutch’s eyes opened and locked on his.

His arms giving way, Starsky eased himself down on top of Hutch. He felt Hutch’s come gluing their bodies together and felt like he had finally found his home. Anything that had been missing in his life was now found.

When he had caught his breath, he said, “This... you… me… this is what I…”

“…have been missing.” Hutch finished his thought.

“Yes.” Starsky smiled. He felt his cock slide out of Hutch and mourned the loss of all that heat and tightness.

Hutch’s body jumped a little as Starsky’s cock slid out of him. He wished they could remain joined forever then realized they were joined forever.



As always, they communicated perfectly with only a word or two between them.

After a few minutes, Starsky got up and went into the bathroom. He cleaned his cock and Hutch’s come from his chest and abdomen. Then he took a warm, wet washcloth and towel into the bedroom and cleaned and dried Hutch. He tossed the cloth and towel into the trashcan and slid back into bed to lie close to his new lover.


“Why what?”

“Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t do that… you did.” Hutch chuckled, then sobered. “I wanted to show you how much I love you.” He shrugged.

“I already knew how much you love me.”

“Then I’ll never let you do that again.” Hutch had trouble not laughing as he saw the stunned look on Starsky’s face.

“Let’s not get hasty here!” Starsky said.

Both started laughing and collapsed against each other in a tangle of arms and legs. They were quiet for a time, but both wore satisfied smiles.



“You okay?”


“Everything. All this. Us.”

“Starsk, if I were any more ‘okay’ with this, you’d have to arrest me for premeditated happiness.”

“Good to know. I’ll keep my cuffs handy, just in case.”

Again, a comfortable silence settled between them.

Curled together, touching from head to toe, both basked in the afterglow of making love.



“I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.”

“Just wanted you to know.” Hutch said slowly and yawned.

Starsky switched instantly into protective mode. “Enough talk. Enough sex. Doctor said you needed rest. So you need to rest.” He looked down and saw Hutch’s eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply. When he heard a soft snore, Starsky smiled and reached down to tug the sheet and quilt up over them.

“Rest well, babe. I got you.”

A few seconds later, Starsky fell asleep, lying half over Hutch; head on his shoulder, arm and leg tossed over his body; Hutch’s arms around him holding him in place.

Neither had ever slept so deeply.