Archive of Our Own

Chapter One

The boys are lying gloriously naked in Starsky’s bed, basking in the afterglow of incredible sex. Hutch is on his back, with Starsky’s head resting on his shoulder and his left hand on Hutch’s chest. Hutch’s hand is moving tenderly over Starsky’s arm.

“Hutch, that was amazing! You put some new moves in there!” Starsky exclaimed, patting Hutch’s chest.

“Well, I tried to change things up a little. Ya’ know, don’t want you to get bored.” Hutch smiled.

“Bored? First off, that’s impossible and second off, you don’t have to work so hard babe. You are an incredible lover.” Starsky accentuated his statement by nibbling on Hutch’s ear and sliding his leg up his body.

Hutch produced one of his warm smiles, as his hand continued to caress Starsky’s arm. Suddenly Hutch’s smile turned into a frown, as he carefully moved his fingers over a bump on Starsky’s forearm.

“Starsky, what’s this?”

“What’s what?”

“This bump on your arm.”

“Oh, I had that forever,” Starsky said, nonchalantly.

“Did you ever get it checked out?” Hutch raised his head to get a look at it.

“No, cause it’s never bothered me.”

Hutch leaned up, causing Starsky to move his head off his shoulder. He slid back against the headboard, Starsky propped his head on his hand.

“Starsk, you know these kinds of things should be looked at in case it’s…”

“It’s not Cancer!” Starsky exclaimed, cutting him off and sitting cross legged on this bed.

“How do you know that?”

“I told ya’-- I’ve had this bump for years.” Starsky looked at the small bump. “Besides”, he continued, “if it were cancerous, I’d be dead by now.” Starsky shrugged, giving Hutch a faint smile.

“Starsky! This is nothing to be smiling and bein’ so cavalier about! This is serious!” Hutch shouted, moving to sit on this side of the bed.

“Hutch, calm down. If it means that much to you, I’ll go get it checked out. Okay?”

“When?” Hutch asked, anxiously.

“Soon-- I promise,” Starsky placed his left hand on his chest and raised his right.

Hutch’s demeanor immediately changed, his eyes softened, and the warm smile returned to his face.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to ya’ babe. Come here,” Hutch commanded, moving back against the headboard, opening his arms to his lover. Starsky crawled towards him and was enveloped in his warm embrace.

“I don’t want anything to happen to me either,” Starsky mumbled into his chest.

The next morning, Starsky woke up to find himself alone in the bed. He listened and heard the shower, so he knew Hutch was in there. He sat on the side of the bed, rubbed his face, and ruffled his curls. Then he stood up, stretching languidly.

After their conversation last night, Starsky decided to glance at the bump on his arm and to his astonishment he saw that the bump seemed a little swollen. Just then, Hutch exited the bathroom and Starsky dropped his arm at his side.

“I’m done...your turn,” Hutch said, rubbing a towel vigorously on his head.

“Ah...terrific.” Starsky moved quickly pass Hutch and into the bathroom. When he came out, Hutch was fully dressed in the clothes he had on the day before.

“Ya’ know, I keep meaning to keep some clothes here. Now I have to go home and change,” Hutch said, sitting on a chair tying his shoes.

Starsky had a towel wrapped around his waist as he padded towards his dresser to get a shirt. After lying it on the bed, he went over to his closet to pick out a pair of jeans.

“You wanna’ wear somethin’ of mine?” Starsky walked barefoot to get a pair of underwear from the draw, pulled off the towel, then slipped them on.

“Thanks, but I really don’t want to walk around in high waters.”

“Well, those sweatsuit pants you wear don’t exactly touch the tops of your shoes.” Starsky smirked, pulling up his jeans.

Hutch glared. “My sweatsuit pants are just the right length for me legs. Your jeans are just the right length for your short little, bowlegs.”

Now it was Starsky’s turn to glare. “If you say so,” he said, buckling his belt and pulling his cobalt blue t-shirt over his head.

Hutch sat watching him. “So, how’s the bump looking?”

Starsky suddenly stopped moving and looked at Hutch.

“Uh...the bump?”

“Yeah, the bump.” Hutch got up from the chair. “Let me see it,” he said, reaching for Starsky’s arm, but he quickly moved it away from him.

“It’s fine. We’re gonna’ be late.”

Just before Starsky was about to sit to put on his sneakers, Hutch grabbed his other arm.

“I want to see your arm,” Hutch said, adamantly.

“Hutch will ya’ please…I said it was fine!” Starsky shouted, yanking his arm out of his grasp, and moving away from him.

Hutch watched him. Starsky gave him a side eye, and continued putting on his jacket.

“Okay, if you say so.” Hutch backed off, shrugging into his jacket. “Let’s get movin’, we have to stop by my place so I can change. Dobey will have our hides if we’re late.”

“Comin’” Starsky quickly tied his sneakers, and ran to catch up to his lover.

When they arrived at the office, Dobey was standing at their desks.

“You two in my office now!” he shouted, turning to go back in his office.

“Terrific, we haven’t even had a chance to get coffee.” Starsky glanced at Hutch disappointed. Hutch shrugged, they went inside.

“Sit down!” Dobey ordered.

They both sat, with Starsky immediately putting his feet up on Dobey’s desk.

“Starsky! What have I told you about putting your feet on my desk?!”

Starsky immediately dropped them. “Sorry Cap’…bad habit.”

“Yeah, it’s a habit you’d better break. Now, I’ve noticed that the both of you have been sendin’ in your reports late or not at all. This is gonna’ be fixed today. You both are on desk duty until they’re all done. Is that clear?!”

“Oh, crystal Cap’.” Starsky smiled.

Dobey looked at Hutch, who hadn’t said anything.

“Yeah…yes, Cap’ consider it done.” Hutch smiled, giving him a salute.

Dobey glared at them. “It had better be. Now get outta’ here and get to work!”

“Yes sir!” they said in unison, then left the office.

Once they were outside, Starsky went right to the coffee dispenser to get a cup.

“Get one for me too.” Hutch sat at his desk.

Starsky laid the steaming cup on his desk and went back for Hutch’s. After putting it on Hutch’s desk, he sat back, drinking his.

“So, how’s your arm?” Hutch asked taking a sip of his coffee.

Starsky glanced at it. “Well, right now it doesn’t seem to have changed any.”

Starsky wasn’t exactly lying. The bump hadn’t changed since he looked at it this morning. It was still a little swollen.

Hutch narrowed his eyes at him and Starsky averted his eyes. He put down his coffee and started picking up folders. Both men got to work, attacking the piles of reports they had on their desks.

Around eight PM, they decided to call it quits.

“I’m tired,” Hutch yawned. “Let’s finish this up tomorrow.”

“Yes, I agree.” Starsky got up from his desk, shrugged into his jacket, and caught up with his partner.

When they arrived at Starsky’s house Hutch rubbed his stomach.

“You hungry?” he asked, taking off his jacket.

“Starved, but I’m too tired to eat anything heavy. I can’t believe how tired you can get just doin’ desk work. I’d prefer to be out on the street,” Starsky admitted.

“You got anything in the fridge?” Hutch peered inside.

“Not really. I think there’s a can of soup in the cabinet,” Starsky said, falling on the couch with his feet on the coffee table.

Hutch opened the cabinet and found the soup Starsky was referring to. He read the label: “Campbell’s Chunky Sirloin Burger with County Vegetables.” He proceeded to find a pot to heat the soup. “Bread would be good with the soup. Ya’ got any?” Hutch asked, stirring the soup, then putting the lid on it.

“I think on the counter, but it might be a little stale. Look, I’m gonna’ get comfortable.” Starsky got up from the couch and headed for his bedroom.

“Okay. It should be done by the time you get back.”

“Terrific.” Once he got in the bedroom, Starsky took off his sneakers, socks, t-shirt, underwear, and jeans-- then slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms, sans the top and slippers, then went back into the living room.

“That smells great!” he exclaimed, sniffing the air.

“Yeah, it’s done. Hey, can you cut the bread while I change?”

“Sure.”

Hutch had brought a duffle bag of clothes to keep at Starsky’s place. He pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms and quickly changed into them. Like his lover, Hutch went without underwear, a shirt and was barefoot. When he emerged from the bedroom, Starsky had ladled the soup into bowls and placed two hunks of bread near each bowl.

“Ya’ wanna’ a beer?” Starsky asked, going to the fridge.

“Yeah.”

Starsky placed the beer near Hutch’s bowl and one near his. They both began to eat heartily. Hutch paused for a moment to watch his lover. Starsky looked up at him.

“It’s fine,” he said, taking a mouth full of soup.

“What’s fine?” Hutch asked, innocently.

“You know-- my arm. You were gonna’ ask me how it feels.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Yeah right.”

“No, really.”

“Then what were you gonna’ say?” Starsky asked, narrowing his eyes at Hutch.

“Well, I was gonna’ say… that I um… really like this soup.”

“You are such a liar-- a big, blonde liar.” Starsky grinned, then bit a chunk out of his bread.

Hutch looked embarrassed. “Okay, so how is your arm?”

“Doin’ okay.”

“Good, let’s hope it stays that way,” Hutch said, finishing the last of his soup and bread.

“Me too.” Starsky finished his soup also, then yawned loudly. “I can’t believe it’s only nine o’clock and I’m already sleepy.”

“That’s what happens when you sit all day doin’ paperwork. Come on,” Hutch said, standing. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Both men got up from the table-- deciding to clean up in the morning. Once they were lying in bed, Starsky turned to Hutch…

“How tired are you?” he asked, smiling devilishly.

“Why? What do you have in mind?” As if he didn’t know.

“Well, I thought we might give each other a little bedtime orgasm.” Starsky was rubbing his leg on Hutch’s growing cock. “Ya’ know it always makes us sleep better,” he continued, sticking his tongue in Hutch’s ear, making him moan.

Without waiting for a response, Starsky grabbed Hutch’s hand and pushed it inside his pajamas. Hutch immediately squeezed his cock, causing Starsky to take in a sharp breath. Starsky followed suit, sliding his hand into Hutch’s pajamas, grabbing hold of his cock, giving it a squeeze.

Both men knew they were just too tired for any fucking tonight, so they settled for giving each other hand jobs. They managed to bring each other off simultaneously and in record time. Hutch got out of bed and stepped out of his pajamas.

“Where ya’ goin’?” Starsky asked.

“The bathroom. I need to wash off all this crud, before going to sleep. Remember what happened the last time? By morning, our pajamas were crusty and had stuck to our bodies. I suggest you do the same,” he advised, disappearing into the bathroom.

“Okay. Can I join ya?” he asked, getting up from the bed and stepping out of his semen-soaked pajamas.

“Sure!” Hutch yelled. Starsky jogged inside, and they both took wet wash clothes and wiped away any evidence of their sexual pleasure. Afterwards, they padded out with their arms around each another’s waist, then climbed into bed.

“Good thing none got on the sheets. I’m too tried to change ‘em tonight,” Starsky admitted, still exhausted from the intense orgasm Hutch had given him.

“You and me both.” Hutch laid down on his back and Starsky curled up at his side and they fell asleep in each other’s arms—sated and content.

Chapter Two

The next day, Starsky awoke to pain in his arm. He looked at it and saw that it had gotten really swollen. It looked like a big pimple. He touched it tentatively and it was hard and very painful. Just then, Hutch came out of the bathroom and noticed him looking at his arm.

“What’s the matter? Has it changed? Let me take a look,” he said, walking over quickly to look at his arm.

Starsky sighed and held up his arm for Hutch’s inspection. When he touched it, Starsky winced.

“Starsky, it’s gotten larger and now it’s apparently painful. Why didn’t you tell me?!” Hutch yelled.

“I didn’t wanna’ upset you,” Starsky said, lowering his eyes.

“Well, too late. I’m upset. I’m makin’ you an appointment for you to see the doctor.” Hutch dialed the phone.

Starsky sat on the side of the bed, watching him.

“Hello. I’d like to make an urgent appointment for David Starsky. Yes, it’s urgent.”

“What seems to be the problem,” the nurse asked too calmly for Hutch’s liking.

“He has what appears to be a large, swollen pimple on his arm and it really hurts,” he explained, glancing at Starsky.

“Are you a patient of Dr. Tanner?”

“It’s my partner and he is-- his name is David Starsky,” he repeated.

“I’ll see if the doctor has any openings-- just a moment.”

Hutch waited anxiously. Starsky sat watching him-- only hearing Hutch’s side of the conversation.

“You don’t have anything until next week! What part of urgent didn’t you understand?! Hutch shouted. He looked over at Starsky who was shaking his head, so he decided to change his tone.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I’m just anxious for him to see someone. Well, what is he supposed to do in the meantime? Yes, I’ll hold.”

Hutch glanced at Starsky. “She’s gonna’ ask the doctor on call what you should do until you see your doctor.

Starsky nodded.

“Yes. Apply wet heat—to reduce the swelling and for pain—aspirin. If it gets worse—emergency room. Got it, thank you.” Hutch jotted down everything the nurse said.

“When did she say I could see him?” Starsky asked, calmly.

“She said the doctor was all booked up until the end of next week,” Hutch said, rubbing his face in frustration.

“So, when’s the appointment?”

“Next Thursday.”

“It’s okay. I think this can wait until then.” Starsky looked at his arm, trying not to look worried.

“Starsk, today is Thursday. How do you think it’s gonna’ be in seven days?” Hutch was angry and annoyed.

“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see.” Starsky smiled.

Hutch stood, frowning at Starsky.

“What?”

“How the hell can you be so damn calm? This thing is on your arm, and you don’t know what it could be.”

“Well, I look at it like this…there’s nothin’ we can do about seein’ the doctor right away, so we have to wait. Gettin’ all bent out of shape about it won’t help.”

Hutch glared at him.

“Come on,” Starsky said, getting up from the bed.

“Where are you goin’?” Hutch asked.

“I’m gonna’ get dressed for work. I might need a little help though,” he admitted, walking barefoot to the draw to get his red shirt and underwear.”

“Starsk, what are ya’ talkin’ about? There’s no way you can work today. You can barely get dressed. Why don’t you let me call Dobey?” he asked, watching as Starsky put on his shirt.

“Well, instead of just standin’ there, why don’t you come help me?”

Hutch walked over and helped him get the shirt over his head, then Starsky saw the concern on his lover’s face.

“Hutch, I’m okay…really. Yeah, this thing looks bad and it’s painful, but they said I can put heat on is and take some aspirin until I see the doctor next week. Until then, I think I can manage, okay?” Starsky gave him a reassuring smile.

Hutch shook his head. “Sometimes Starsk you can be really…”

“Adorable?” Starsky finished, cocking his head to the side with his hands under his chin.

“No…infuriating.”

Starsky smiled at him. “Come on-- let’s get dressed before we’re late.”

With Hutch assisting him to dress quickly, they headed for the Torino. Starsky walked to the driver’s side.

“No, you are not drivin’, and I don’t wanna’ hear another word,” Hutch said adamantly.

Starsky stopped and blinked at his lover. “I love it when you get all forceful.”

Hutch made a face. “Just get in.” Starsky ran around to the passenger side and got in.

“I’m gonna’ stop to get a hot water bottle and some aspirin,” Hutch announced, then pulled out onto the street, heading for the closest drugstore.

When they arrived at the precinct, Starsky went right to his desk and tried to lay low. He had some reports to proofread, before handing them in to Dobey, so he busied himself with that.

“Ya’ want some coffee?” Hutch asked, walking to the coffee maker.

“Yeah, and I’m hungry. Would you mind gettin’ somethin’ from the commissary?”

“Sure-- an apple Danish, a bacon and fried egg sandwich and a pint of milk, right?” Hutch asked, smugly, thinking that he knows his lover pretty well.

Starsky tilted his head to the side, smirking, “No, it’s not.”

Hutch frowned-- puzzled.

“It’s not an apple Danish, it’s a cheese Danish-- smart guy.”

“Apple, cheese...whatever. I’ll be right back.”

Starsky glanced at his arm. It was throbbing. He got up to get the aspirin Hutch left on his desk. After getting a cup of water, he downed two pills, then sat back down. While he was reading a report, Dobey came out of his office.

“You’re here. Where’s Hutchinson?”

“He went down to get somethin’ to eat from the commissary, Cap’.”

“Well, I need to see the both of you in my office immediately when he gets back.”

“Okay Cap’-- we’ll be there.”

Dobey turned and went back into his office shutting the door behind him with a heavy thud.

Starsky hoped that either the aspirin would kick in or Dobey won’t put them on a case. The last thing he needed was to have to do any running and jumping with his arm feeling the way it did.

Hutch came back with their food and placed Starsky’s on his desk. Starsky managed to unwrap his sandwich without any difficulty. Just as he was about to take a bite of his sandwich Dobey appeared.

“Starsky, didn’t I say when Hutchinson got back, I wanted to see the both of you in my office, ASAP?!”

“Um...Cap’n...we haven’t had a chance to eat any breakfast. I just…” Hutch tried to explain but Dobey cut him off.

“I don’t care-- eat on your own time! Get your tails in here, now!” Dobey barked, going back into his office, leaving the door open.

Starsky was holding the sandwich at his mouth.

“Come on babe.” Hutch stood waiting for his partner to put the sandwich down and get up from his desk. When Starsky got close to him, Hutch wrapped his arm around his shoulder to console him, then they walked into Dobey’s office.

Starsky was very relieved to find out that Dobey wasn’t giving them a case. He just chewed them out for not handing in their expense vouchers for two months, so for the rest of the day-- they worked on that—as well as finishing up their other reports. First, they both ate their now cold breakfasts, then Hutch looked up from his oatmeal.

“How’s your arm?”

“Not bad, just feels swollen.”

Do you wanna’ take some aspirin?”

“I took two when we got here, so I guess I should take some in about two hours.”

“When you’re done eatin’, I’ll put some water in the hot water bottle for you to put on it.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Once the day ended, they went home and Starsky continued to take the aspirin and apply the hot water bottle to the cyst. He noticed that it didn’t seem to be softening the bump and he was still in pain. He didn’t want to let Hutch know just how much pain he was in, so he decided to go to bed early-- telling Hutch he was really tired. Hutch looked worried, as Starsky disappeared into the bedroom.

During the night, Hutch was awakened by Starsky’s moaning. He leaned up on one arm to watch him.

“Starsk? You okay?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You were moaning. Are you in a lot of pain?”

“No, I’m fine.” He tried to position his arm so he wouldn’t lie on it.

It was obvious to Hutch that Starsky was in pain, but just didn’t want to let him know. Hutch laid back down, staring at the ceiling until Starsky fell back to sleep. Once he did, Hutch was able to do the same.

Chapter Three

Starsky woke up with his arm killing him. He looked at it and it was really swollen and red. There was a black dot in the center. It looked like a big pimple. Of course, when he touched it, it hurt like hell. He wished he could keep this from Hutch, because he knew who upset he’d be, but there was no hiding this. When Hutch came out of the bathroom, Starsky was sitting on the side of the bed.

“Look,” Starsky said, lifting his arm.

Hutch rushed over and immediately saw the angry looking swollen bump on his lover’s arm.

“I knew this was gonna’ happen! I’m takin’ you to the emergency room right now! Can you still take a shower, or do you need help?” Hutch asked, willing to wash his lover if necessary. They have washed each other before, but that was for a whole other reason.

“No, I don’t think I’m that much of an invalid yet. I can manage,” Starsky smiled weakly, then padded to the bathroom, as Hutch watched.

“Fine, but if you need any help in there-- just yell.”

Starsky waved his good arm, then went into the bathroom.

Hutch got dressed, while listening to hear if Starsky needed him.

After a while, Starsky emerged from the bathroom naked and mostly wet, carrying a bath towel. Hutch quickly stopped dressing to attend to his lover.

“Starsk, I told you to call me,” he said, grabbing the towel and drying him off.

“I tried to do it myself, but when I moved my arm it hurt,” Starsky explained, as Hutch dried every inch of his body, as well as his thick head of curls.

“This is why I wanted you to call me. Okay, let’s get you dressed and get out of here.”

Starsky silently complied. Hutch pulled his shirt sleeve up his arms, careful not to make any contact with the cyst. Starsky hated this so much. He didn’t like feeling helpless, but he knew he needed the help and was glad that Hutch was there to give it to him. Starsky also knew that this was just the beginning of his ordeal. Things were going to get a lot worse before they got better.

Hutch drove them to the nearest emergency room. After filling out tons of paperwork and showing proof of insurance, the nurse told them to wait in the waiting area. They seemed to have been waiting for over forty-five minutes and it drove Hutch crazy. Every five minutes he’d jump up, harassing the nurse into someone seeing Starsky ASAP-- but she’d just say he had to wait. Starsky’s arm was really throbbing now, and he didn’t want Hutch to know how bad it really was. He knew it would make matters worse, so he sat hoping they’d be called soon.

Finally, a nurse appeared. “Hi, I’m Nancy your nurse. Please follow me.”

She led them to an examining area and pulled the curtain close. Starsky hopped up on the examining table and there they waited...again. Hutch started pacing back and forth.

“Wait, wait, wait, that’s all they have you do!” Hutch ranted. “This is supposed to be an emergency room. Do they not know what the word “emergency” means?”

Starsky opened his mouth to respond, when suddenly the doctor opened the curtain.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Tanner,” he said, extending his hand for Starsky to shake. “Mr. Starsky, is it?”

“Yes, and this is my partner, Ken Hutchinson.” Dr. Tanner shook his hand, then turned to Starsky.

“So, what can I do for you?”

“Look at his arm. There’s a huge bump on it. You can’t miss it.” Hutch said, pointing anxiously at Starsky’s arm.

The doctor moved closer to Starsky and examined his arm.

“I can tell him,” Starsky said, holding up his arm for the doctor’s inspection.

“How long have you had this?”

“A long time,” Hutch answered.

“Would you let me answer please. I’ve had it for a long time...I think over ten years.”

“I see and when did it start bothering you?”

“A couple of days ago,” Starsky answered.

“Does this hurt?” Dr. Tanner asked, as he squeezed the bump.

“Aah...yes!” Starsky winced.

“Sorry, Mr. Starsky. Well, it looks like you have a sebaceous cyst.”

“A cyst?! Is it...ah...cancerous?” Hutch asked, hesitantly-- his eyes wide with fear. Starsky looked from the doctor to his partner, fear also in his eyes.

“No, they’re never malignant, but they can be very uncomfortable. Right now, it’s painful because it’s infected. I’m going to prescribe a course of antibiotics for you to take for seven days.”

“Oh, that’s it. I have to take a pill for seven days and it’ll be gone,” Starsky said, relieved.

“Well, it should reduce the infection, but you’ll also need to make the cyst come to a head.”

“Come to a head?” Starsky frowned, confused.

“Like a pimple, Mr. Starsky. A cyst has to burst to get all the toxins out-- applying wet heat should help it along.”

“What if it doesn’t burst?” Hutch asked. “He’s been applying a hot water bottle for a while, and it hasn’t changed-- it actually looks worse.”

Starsky looked worriedly from Hutch to the doctor.

“Well, if it doesn’t, then I’m afraid it’ll have to be drained.”

“You’re afraid, it’ll have to be drained?! Starsky looked over at Hutch again, then back at the doctor. “H-how ya’ gonna’ do that?”

“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it, shall we?” the doctor said.

Hutch knew what the doctor meant by draining the cyst. He realized that the doctor was trying to spare Starsky any additional stress with what might not need to happen.

“Now, gentlemen, if there are no more questions, I have other patients to attend to.” He pulled the curtain open.

“Um doctor, when do you want to see him again?” Hutch inquired.

“How about in seven days-- that way we’ll see if the antibiotic has worked. If the cyst gets worse before then, come back and we’ll try to drain it.”

“Thank you doctor,” Hutch said.

“Yeah, thanks doc,” Starsky said, despondently.

“Hey Starsk, don’t worry-- we’ve seen the doctor, so now all you need to do is take the antibiotic and make it come to a head.”

Starsky sighed. “But the heat didn’t work.”

“With the antibiotic, it might.”

“It might...terrific. Okay, let’s go home.”

Hutch squeezed Starsky’s shoulder as he walked out the door. They stopped by the nurse’s station to get the prescription, then went to the car.

“We’ll stop by the drug store and fill the prescription. You want anything else...a candy bar?” Hutch asked him.

“No.”

Hutch watched his lover. He knew Starsky wasn’t himself if he was turning down a candy bar. He felt so sorry that Starsky had to go through this. When Hutch got in the store, he decided to get him a candy bar or two or three, anyway.

When they arrive home, Hutch immediately got Starsky a glass of water so he could take the antibiotic right away. Starsky tried to take his jacket off, but he was having difficulty. Hutch put the water on the coffee table, then helped his lover remove his jacket. Starsky immediately threw himself on the couch. Hutch picked up the glass, handed it to him and opened the antibiotic bottle.

“Here take this,” Hutch ordered, handing the pill to Starsky.

Starsky took the pill, then took a sip of the water. He gave the glass back to Hutch and looked up at him.

“Do you think it’ll work?”

“We’ll just have to wait and see, Starsk.”

After placing the glass in the kitchen sink, Hutch filled up the hot water bottle with boiling water and carried it to the living room.

“Here put this on the cyst.”

Starsky placed his arm on a pillow and took the water bottle, placing it on the cyst.”

“Ow! That’s hot!” Starsky yelled, pushing the bottle off his arm.

“Sorry. I’ll get a towel to put under it.” Hutch ran into the bathroom and brought out a small towel. He laid it over the cyst, then placed the bottle on top. “How’s that babe?”

“Better, thanks.” Starsky closed his eyes, with his head lying back on the couch. The heat felt wonderful on his throbbing forearm, surrounding the cyst.

Hutch glanced down at his partner, before going into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

“Hey, did ya’ call Dobey to tell him what happened?” Starsky asked, keeping his eyes closed.

“I didn’t give him all the details. I just said that you weren’t feeling well, and I had to take care of you for a few days.”

“Good, cause I didn’t want him to put out a missing persons for the two of us,” Starsky smiled.

~~~~S&H~~~~

Day four of the antibiotic found Starsky still in a lot of pain. It was Sunday...a day of rest and that’s exactly what Starsky planned to do. Besides, with one of his arms out of commission, there wasn’t much he could do. He spent most of the day watching TV and napping. Between his naps, he’d call Hutch to bring him something to eat.

“How ya’ doing?” Hutch asked placing turkey sandwich on the coffee table.

“Terrific,” he said, sadly. He had the hot water bottle on his arm most of the day, so he couldn’t move much at all.

“I have to do everything with my right hand now and I’m not right-handed.” Starsky was frustrated.

“Well, if you had read that book I bought for you about becoming right-handed, this situation wouldn’t be so difficult.”

Starsky glared at his lover.

“I wanna’ see if it’s comin’ to a head.”

Starsky lifted up the bottle so Hutch could take a look at the cyst.

“Nothin’, it’s still the same,” Starsky said, disappointed.

“Starsk, it’s gonna’ take some time-- this is only the 4th day,” Hutch assured.

“Yeah...but there’s only three days left. You would think it would have done something by now.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell ya’ buddy. Well, we’ll just have to see if it’ll happen in three days.” Hutch tried to ease his lover’s worry.

Hutch smiled down at his still despondent partner, then he sat on the couch to eat his own turkey sandwich.

After dinner, Starsky fell asleep on the couch while they were watching a movie. He had his head resting against Hutch’s shoulder.

Hutch glanced at his watch and decided that it was time for them to go to bed. He glanced down at Starsky, and he hated to have to wake him up-- he looked so peaceful.

He gently slid his fingers across his slightly stubbly cheek.

“Starsk,” he whispered.

“Hmm?” Starsky groaned, stirring a little from sleep.

“Starsk wake up and let’s go to bed.”

“Okay,” he said, groggily, eyes still closed.

Hutch removed Starsky’s head from his shoulder and got up from the couch. He stood extending his hand for Starsky to take. Starsky opened his eyes and grasped his hand, allowing Hutch to pull him to his feet. In doing so, the hot water bottle fell off his affected arm, landing on the carpet with a plop.

“Hey, the water bottle fell off,” Starsky announced.

“Don’t worry about it-- I’ll get it after you’re in bed.” Hutch helped Starsky get into his pajama bottoms, then into the bed. He went to the living room, got the bottle, and filled it with hot water, not forgetting the towel this time. He carefully placed it on the cyst.

“How much longer am I gonna’ have to do this?” Starsky sighed, looking miserable.

“Until the cyst bursts.”

“I really hope it happens soon. Draining it doesn’t sound good.”

“I hope it does too, babe,” Hutch smiled. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Chapter Four

On day five of taking the antibiotic, Starsky’s arm had become extremely painful. The hot water bottle still hadn’t done anything to the cyst and apparently the antibiotic wasn’t having any effect either.

“Oh, you’re up,” Hutch said. “Lemme take a look at your arm.” Hutch inspected it, touching the cyst as gently as possible. Starsky hissed in pain.

“It still hurts a lot, huh?” Hutch asked with pained eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. The antibiotic has to kink in at some point, right?”

“Right,” Hutch smiled.

“When did you tell Dobey we were coming back to work?” Starsky asked, sitting up.

“I said a few days.”

“It’s been more than a few days,” Starsky realized.

“Well, you still aren’t in any shape to go back yet.”

“Well, maybe I am. I’d like to at least try. I can’t sit around here anymore. It’s driving me crazy,” Starsky admitted.

“You really think you’re up to working? Ya’ know, we didn’t finish those reports. He’s gonna’ have our asses for that,” Hutch said.

“Well, that’s why we need to get to the squad room. Besides, I’m sure after he sees the cyst, he’ll have pity on me.”

“This is Dobey you’re talkin’ about,” Hutch reminded.

“I know, but I’m sure beneath all that tonnage the Cap’ has a heart of gold,” Starsky grinned.

“I think underneath all that tonnage there’s more tonnage, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Come on-- let’s get ready.”

Hutch helped Starsky take a shower, and he allowed it. He helped him dress, then Hutch made them a quick breakfast of oatmeal and fruit-- which Starsky scoffed at. After arriving at the station, Hutch went right to the water cooler and got Starsky a cup of water.

“I forgot to give you your antibiotic this morning. Here take this,” Hutch ordered, opening the bottle of antibiotics and handing Starsky one.

Starsky threw it in his mouth and chased it with water. Dobey emerged from his office as Starsky threw the crushed paper cup in the trash.

“Where the hell have you two been?! You said a few days! It’s been a week!” he barked.

“It couldn’t be helped Cap’n. Starsky hasn’t been well.”

Dobey looked at Starsky. “So, what was wrong with you?”

Starsky opened his mouth to answer, and Hutch cut him off.

“Cap’n, Starsky found a cyst on his arm. We went to the emergency room, and they gave him an antibiotic.”

“I’m talkin’ to Starsky, Hutchinson!”

“Sorry Cap.” Hutch lowered his eyes, glancing at his partner.

“Um...like Hutch said Cap. I have a cyst.” Starsky held up his arm so Dobey could see it, trying to look as pitiful as possible.

Dobey looked at Starsky with concern. “A cyst?”

“Yeah Cap, but it’s fine. All I have to do is take an antibiotic for seven days and put heat on it.”

“Seven days, huh?”

“Well, this is actually the fifth day,” Hutch explained.

Dobey came closer to Starsky to look at his arm. “It looks horrible! The antibiotic doesn’t seem to be working,” Dobey observed.

“It’s only been five days Cap’. It takes time,” Hutch said, giving Starsky a nod and smile for assurance.

Starsky smiled back, looking at Dobey. “I’m okay Cap’, really,” Starsky smiled.

Dobey looked apprehensively at Starsky, then at Hutch. “If you say so. I’ve noticed that you two didn’t finish those reports I told you to complete or your expense reports-- so you’re still on desk duty until they’re done.”

“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.

Dobey glanced at Starsky. “Starsky, I noticed the cyst is on your left arm and you’re a lefty. How are you gonna’ do anything?”

“I’ve thought about that Cap’. I can’t really write, but I can type one handed. I’m willing to give it a try, as long as you’ll be okay with me not doing them very fast.”

Dobey frowned. “Okay...as long as they get done,” he said, then walked back into his office.

He and Hutch exchanged looks, then Hutch got up and took the hot water bottle from a bag he brought into the station. He poured hot water from the coffee maker into the bag and took it over to Starsky.

“Did you bring the towel? I don’t want to get burned again.”

“Oh...yeah...almost forgot.”

Starsky rolled his eyes, as Hutch ran over to take the towel from the bag, as Starsky stretched out his arm on his desk and Hutch covered it with the towel, placing the hot water bottle on it. Starsky hissed in pain, then smiled up at Hutch-- to let him know he was okay.

They completed most of the reports, then decided to call it a day.

On the sixth day of taking the antibiotic, Starsky was in a horrible mood. When Hutch exited the bathroom, Starsky was out of bed and pacing around the bedroom.

“I can’t take it anymore Hutch! I want this thing gone! I don’t care if there’s only one day of the bloody antibiotic left to take. I just want it GONE! Starsky shouted.

“Okay, okay Starsk, take it easy. What do you want to do?”

“Let’s go back to the emergency room!”

“Starsky, you’ll be seeing your doctor in a few days.”

“I don’t care! I can’t live with this one more day!” Starsky continued to rant.

“That means the emergency doctor will probably have to drain it. Is that what you want?” Hutch asked calmly, to pacify his lover.

“I don’t know Hutch. All I do know is I want it gone! If they have to cut it out, then so be it!” Starsky ran his good hand through his dark curls, in frustration.

“Then let’s go back.”

Starsky needed to eat while taking the antibiotic, so they made a quick stop for get coffee and doughnuts, before heading to the hospital. Once they got there, Hutch demanded to see the doctor right away.

“Dr. Tanner is in with another patient right now. You’ll have to wait,” the nurse explained.

“Look, we were here recently, and the doctor told us to come back if it got worse and it has! My partner’s in a lot of pain!”

Starsky touched Hutch’s arm. “I can wait...it’s okay.”

Hutch glared at the nurse and she looked at Starsky. Starsky gave her an embarrassed smile, shrugging. “He loves me-- what can I say?”

The nurse gave Starsky a strange look, then pointed them in the direction of the waiting area. Hutch moved with Starsky to sit and until the doctor could see them. After about thirty minutes, Starsky was becoming very agitated.

“What the hell is takin’ so long?! My arm is really killin’ me!”

Hutch was standing up to go to the nurse’s station when the nurse came in. “Dr. Tanner will see you now.”

“It’s about time,” Starsky said, storming pass the nurse, with Hutch following behind slowly.

In the exam room, Starsky climbed up on the table, still anxious.

“Starsky, you’re going to have to calm down. It won’t be good for you to get the doctor upset.”

Starsky blew out his breath. “You’re right. Okay. I’ll calm down, but he’d better get in here soon.”

Hutch rolled his eyes and shook his head-- hoping that the doctor came in before Starsky blew his top. Just then, the doctor appeared.

“Hello again Mr. Starsky,” Dr. Tanner greeted him, holding the stethoscope around his neck. “I guess you’re back because the antibiotic hasn’t worked.”

“No, it hasn’t Doc,” Starsky replied, trying not to lose his temper.

Dr. Tanner pushed up his glasses to examine his arm. He pressed the area around the cyst gently.

Starsky to hiss in pain.

“Mr. Starsky, the cyst needs to be drained. It’s very infected.”

“We can see that doctor. What I’d like to know is, why didn’t the antibiotic work?” Hutch asked.

“Mr. Hutchinson-- is it?” he asked.

Hutch nodded.

“Mr. Hutchinson, I had hoped that the antibiotic would decrease the pain and reduce the redness, but I see it hasn’t. I prescribed a broad-spectrum antibiotic which often does the trick, but not in this case. Had we done a culture, that would have specified the bacteria more accurately.”

“No kiddin’. Now what Doc?” Starsky asked, dreading his answer.

“Well, like I said before, if the treatment I prescribed hasn’t worked-- then the cyst will need to be drained.”

“What does that mean...exactly?” Starsky asked worried.

“I’ll apply a local anesthesia into the cyst first, then make a small incision into it and try to remove a yellowish substance called keratin that’s inside the cyst. Sebaceous cysts form inside glands that secrete an oily substance called sebum. When normal gland secretions become trapped, they can develop into a pouch filled with a thick, cheese-like substance.”

“Thanks for the explanation, Doc, but what I really want to know is how much is it gonna’ hurt? I mean, I’m not usually a wimp when it comes to pain, but if this thing is hurtin’ this much now-- I can’t imagine how it’ll feel once you start messin’ with it.”

Starsky exchanged glances with Hutch. All Hutch could do was give him a weak smile. Hutch knew a little about draining cysts. He knew someone who had it done, but didn’t know what they actually were.

“I have to be honest with you Mr. Starsky-- this can be an uncomfortable process, but I will numb the cyst before I do anything,” the doctor assured.

Starsky sighed, then looked from Hutch to the doctor.

“I guess I don’t have much of a choice, huh?” he asked.

“Not really Mr. Starsky,” the doctor said, grimly.

Hutch shook his head.

“Okay, then...let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Starsky gave the doctor a smile and winked at Hutch, so he wouldn’t worry too much.

Dr. Tanner left to get the supplies he needed.

Starsky sighed loudly, looking at Hutch.

Hutch walked over to him and squeezed his shoulder. “It’s gonna’ be okay Starsk. They’re gonna’ drain the sucker and get all that yellow crap out of it, and you’ll feel a lot better.”

The doctor came in and placed all the objects of Starsky’s torture on a Mayo stand. Unwrapping the instruments, Dr. Tanner put on his rubber gloves. After cleaning the site with betadine, he picked up a needle.

His eyes widened, as he swallowed hard. That thing looked huge. He glanced at Hutch, who hadn’t moved away.

Seeing Starsky’s reaction, he whispered, “Buck up, Starsk, you got this”.

When Dr. Tanner squeezed the cyst, Starsky winced. He injected the needle directly into the cyst.

Starsky hissed loudly, shutting his eyes tight. He reached out for Hutch was his other hand.

Hutch grasped it comfortingly and continued to say comforting words, “You can do this—I know you can”.

The doctor inserted lidocaine into two areas of the cyst. Starsky gritted his teeth. He was relieved, but he knew this ordeal wasn’t even half over. It still needed to be drained, but he was thankful it was blessedly numb now.

Dr. Tanner pinched the cyst to squeeze all the keratin out with his gloved fingers.

Apparently, the injection of that shit wasn’t working that well because Starsky pain and deep pressure.

After squeezing it-- for what seemed like forever, Dr. Tanner picked up a scalpel and made a small incision into the center of the cyst, causing fluid to seep out.

Starsky was grateful that the numbing agent had kicked in by this time, and he didn’t feel the cut. Dr. Tanner was done squeezing the shit out of it, he removed the oily substance and used a long wooden Q-Tip. When he was done squeezing the shit out of it, he took a long wooden Q-Tip to scrape inside the wound.

Starsky clenched his jaw-- that hurt, a lot.

Hutch felt Starsky squeeze his hand tightly. He watched as the grimace never left Starsky’s face. After scrapping it out, the doctor poured a saline solution into the wound, then stuffed it with thin strips of gauze.

“Mr. Starsky, I’m going to pull a bit of the gauze out. It’s called a wick. This will allow the gauze to be extracted easily.”

Dr. Tanner stripped off his gloves. “Okay Mr. Starsky, that’s all for now.”

“For now?” Starsky mouthed, looking anxiously at Hutch.

“You’ll need to come back tomorrow, so I can remove the gauze and repack it.”

“So, I’m going to have to go through this again tomorrow?” Starsky swallowed with fear in his eyes.

“Yes, this is going to be an ongoing process until the cyst has drained completely. I’ll have my nurse come and cover the wound. Until tomorrow, Mr. Starsky.”

Dr. Tanner left the examining area, leaving the curtain open.

“How ya’ doin’ buddy?” Hutch asked, squeezing the back of his neck.

“Oh, just terrific,” Starsky said sarcastically. “Hutch, it hurt like hell. The worse part was that needle-- being stabbed with a knife was less painful.”

The nurse came in to dress Starsky’s wound. They both watched as she put on a thick piece of gauze, securing it with medical tape.

“You’re probably going to be in some pain, so you can take aspirin or Ibuprofen. You can also apply a cold pack on top of the gauze for the pain. I’m giving you some extra gauze and tape in case it starts to bleed. I’m also giving you the bottle of gauze strips to you to bring with you tomorrow.” She handed them to Starsky, then cleaned up the area and left. Starsky shoved them in his pocket.

“Well, it’s all over now.” Hutch assured as they walked through the curtain into the main emergency area.

“For now, but it’s gonna’ happen all over again...tomorrow. Hutch, I really don’t think I can go through that again,” Starsky said adamantly, as he walked quickly to the car. He waited for Hutch to join him, then they got in.

Hutch opened the door, got behind the wheel and turned to his lover.

“Starsk, I don’t think you have a choice-- the cyst has to be drained.”

“No, it doesn’t. I can have it surgically removed. I do have that option, right?” Starsky gave Hutch a hopeful look.

“I dunno’, maybe.”

“Then that’s what I’m gonna’ do. I am not goin’ back to that sadist. I’m gonna’ have my own doctor just get rid of it,” Starsky said, with certainty. He laid back in the passenger seat with his feet up on the dashboard. After making that decision, he felt more relaxed than he’s been in a while.

Chapter Five

Hutch stopped at the drugstore to pick up some Ibuprofen and a cold pack. Once they were inside Starsky’s apartment, Hutch helped him remove his jacket and saw that blood had gone through the gauze.

“Starsk, it’s bleeding-- come here and let me change the gauze.”

Starsky went to Hutch and extended his arm.

“Where’s the gauze and the tape the nurse gave you?”

“Oh...they’re in my jacket pocket.”

Hutch took them out of his pocket and proceeded to change the gauze and secure it with tape.

“There...good as new. I’m gonna give you two Ibuprofen tablets now and put the cold pack in the freezer to use later.”

Starsky threw himself on the couch. Hey, I’m hungry, do we have anything ta’ eat?”

“Don’t think so. I’m going on a grocery run. Is there anything special you want for dinner?” Hutch asked, getting paper to make a list.

“I’d really like a steak.”

Hutch jotted it down. “With a roasted potato and carrots?”

Starsky smiled. “You know me so well.”

“Yeah, I do. Chocolate cream pie for dessert?” Hutch asked, jotting down items on the paper.

“Sounds great!”

“Before I go, do you want me to bring the TV out here?” Hutch asked, so Starsky would have something to do until he got back.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Hutch went into Starsky’s bedroom, pulled the plug from the wall and carried the TV into the living room. “Where do you want it?”

“How about there,” he pointed, “on the coffee table.”

Hutch placed the TV on the table, then looked around for an outlet.

“There’s one over by the lamp,” Starsky directed.

Hutch went over to the outlet. “It doesn’t reach, do you have any extension cords?”

“Um...yeah...I think. Look in one of the drawers in the kitchen.”

Hutch found one, connected the cords, then plugged it in.

“What station do you want?” Hutch asked, switching on the TV.

Starsky put his feet up on the coffee table, picked up the TV Guide, and flipped through it to see what was on.

“There’s a movie on channel seven,” Starsky told him, throwing the TV Guide on the table.

Hutch turned the TV dial to seven. Just before he left, he remembered the Hershey bar he got for Starsky, but he wasn’t in the mood to eat it. He grabbed it off the counter.

“Here,” Hutch said, throwing it.

Remarkably, Starsky caught it with his right hand.

“Good catch! That will tide you over ‘til I get back to make dinner.”

“Wow, you’re actually gonna’ let me eat a candy bar before dinner? Don’t ya’ think it’ll spoil my appetite?” Starsky asked, facetiously.

“Has it ever?” Hutch left his lover alone with the TV and his candy bar.

Hutch got back and went to the freezer to take out the ice pack. He found Starsky enthralled watching a movie.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Starsky said without looking up.

“I got the ice pack for your arm. Is it hurting?”

“Huh? Yeah, a little.”

Hutch made a face. “Do ya’ want the ice pack?”

“Ah...yeah,” he replied, his eyes still glued to the TV.

Hutch bent down to place the cold pack on Starsky’s arm, then stood up.

“What are you watchin’?” he asked, glancing at the screen.

Starsky finally looked up. “Commandos Strike at Dawn.”

“Who’s in it?”

“Paul Muni.”

“Oh, your look-a-like,” Hutch chuckled.

“No, his ’type’,” Starsky corrected. “It’s about a widower, who’s stirred to violence after the Nazis occupy his quiet Norwegian fishing village. He’s stirred to violence after the German abuses him to lead to form a resistant group,” Starsky explained excitedly.

“Then he kills the head of the Nazis occupying his village.” Starsky continued, “I’m at the part where he escapes to Britain and guides some British commandos to a raid on a secret airstrip the Germans are building on the Norwegian coast.” Starsky turned his attention back to the screen.

“Oh, you’ve seen this before,” Hutch asked.

“Oh yeah-- ma and I watched it together.”

“Is that when she noticed you were his ‘type’?”

“Yeah, I guess. Look, would you let me watch the rest of this please-- it’s almost over,” Starsky said, annoyed.

Hutch held up his hands, backing away. “Oh sure...sorry to bother you. I’ll get dinner started.” He left his lover to his movie.

After dinner, Hutch cleaned up the dishes and sat down on the couch next to Starsky, blowing out his breath-- exhausted.

Starsky took his eyes from the screen and looked at his partner. “Tired, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Have I told you how much I appreciate everything you’ve been doin’ for me?” Starsky gave him the adorable, puppy dog eyes.

“No, not really, but thanks. I love you, so it’s no big deal,” Hutch told him, grabbing his hand and kissing it tenderly.

“Well, it is a big deal-- a very big deal. I don’t know how I’d get through this without you.”

Hutch looked into Starsky’s eyes and let go of his hand. He put his hand on the back of Starsky’s neck, slowly pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss started tenderly at first, then quickly turned passionate. Starsky moved out of the kiss, and they gazed into each other’s eyes again.

“Can I show you just how much I appreciate you?” Starsky asked, moving his right hand to the zipper of Hutch’s pants, pulling it down.

“This isn’t gonna’ hurt your arm?” Hutch asked, lifting his ass to help push his underwear and pants down to his ankles.

“Nope. Would you mind gettin’ the bottle of coconut oil outta’ the end table?”

“Not at all.” Hutch grabbed the small bottle of oil that they kept there just for impromptu moments like this.

“Make yourself hard for me,” Starsky commanded, in a low, seductive voice.

Hutch was happy to oblige, pouring some oil into the palm of his hand. He grasped his cock and slowly moved it up and down. As his hand moved faster, he felt the first stirrings of his arousal emerging from deep within his groin. Soon he had created a nice erection.

“Good, now pour some in my palm.”

Starsky held out his hand. Hutch poured the oil into Starsky’s right palm, then dropped the bottle in the drawer.

“Thanks-- I’ll take it from here.” Starsky dripped a few drops of oil from his hand onto the tip of Hutch’s cock. He watched as it slowly ran down Hutch’s cock—like caramel sauce on ice cream.

Hutch watched too, and it was making him crazy. Starsky waited until the oil had reached the base of his cock, saturating his public hair-- he grasped Hutch’s cock, lowered head, and devoured the tip whole.

Hutch took in a sharp breath as his lover sucked and licked his cock-- thoroughly. Starsky was so fucking good at this. Before they became lovers, Hutch always suspected that Starsky would give good head, just from the fact that he was always eating and putting something in his mouth. Whenever he ate something, he would suck his fingers. One time Starsky was eating a doughnut and he sucked the frosting off all his fingers, including his thumb. He seemed to make a show of really enjoying what he was eating. Hutch felt his cock twitch. It was the first time anything like this had happened in regards to his partner. From then on, he always watched Starsky eat-- trying not to let him notice.

Starsky moved his well-oiled hand up and down Hutch’s shaft, causing him to writhe. His ass began to move-- as Starsky continued to suck and lick him.

Starsky could barely keep his mouth on his cock, but he didn’t stop until Hutch came like an erupting volcano. Starsky swallowed most of it, basically so it wouldn’t get everywhere. Hutch hated that, because cum wasn’t easy to get out of the upholstery and the smell would linger.

Starsky leaned up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He had a big grin on his face, watching his lover recover.

“So, did I show my appreciation for everything you’ve done for me, huh?”

Hutch turned his face towards Starsky, his mouth open, breathing hard. “Y-yeah. You did an amazing job of letting me know,” he panted.

“Good.” Starsky looked smug, watching as Hutch get himself back together-- pulling up his underwear, pants, and zipping his fly.

“Don’t know why you’re pulling up your pants. You’ll only be taking them off when we go to bed. Speaking of going to bed, what time is it?” Starsky asked, glancing at his watch.

“It’s eleven PM. Guess we should be heading to bed. You have a doctor’s appointment in the morning,” Hutch announced, getting off the couch.

“You never did tell me what time the appointment was?” Starsky asked, reaching out his hand for Hutch to pull him up.

“It’s at nine AM.”

“Did you tell Dobey?” Starsky asked removing the now warm ice pack off his arm.

“I’ll call ‘em in the mornin’.” Hutch led Starsky into the bedroom, undressed him, and helped him step into his pajama bottoms. Starsky climbed into bed and watched his lover disrobe. He laid back against the headboard, grinning broadly.

Hutch was down to his underwear when he noticed Starsky’s eyes on him.

“Are you enjoyin’ the show?”

“Oh yeah. Please continue.” Starsky gestured with his hand.

Hutch kept his eyes on him, while slowly pushing down his underwear and stepping out of them. He threw them on the floor with the rest of his clothes and padded naked to get his own pajama bottoms from the drawer, sliding them slowly up his long legs and over his ass.

“If I had two good hands, I’d applaud right now.” Starsky beamed.

Hutch gave him a shy smile. “I’m gonna give you two more painkillers. With all the...um...activity, I forgot to ask you about your arm. How is it?” Hutch asked, going into the bathroom to get the bottle.

“To be honest, I hadn’t really noticed. Guess you can say, I was distracted.” Starsky grinned.

Hutch came out and gave Starsky a glass of water and two pills. Starsky swallowed them with the water and handing the empty glass back to Hutch. He put the glass on the night table, got into bed, and covered them both with the bedclothes. He leaned over, giving his lover a quick kiss on the lips, then turned out the light.

“Goodnight babe, I love you. I hope your arm feels a lot better in the morning.”

“Thanks. I love you too. Night night.” Starsky put his arm on top of the covers and fell asleep.

Chapter Six

The next morning, Hutch called Dobey telling him that he needed to take Starsky to his doctor about his arm. Dobey sounded concerned and told him to call to let him know how Starsky was doing.

After putting a fresh bandage on Starsky’s wound, Hutch drove them to Starsky’s doctor. When they arrived, the receptionist told them to have a seat and the doctor would be with them shortly. Starsky was afraid that Hutch was going to start pacing and ranting again, but he didn’t. He sat calmly, grabbing a magazine to read.

It wasn’t long before the nurse came out and escorted them to an exam room. Starsky got up on the table and the nurse took his vitals, then left telling them the doctor would be right with them.

Hutch sat in a nearby chair...still calm. “How does your arm feel now?” Hutch asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“It’s hurtin’ a little, but I can handle it,” Starsky admitted, with a weak smile.

Just then Dr. Bachman came in.

“Hello Mr. Starsky,” he said shaking his hand, then turning to Hutch.

“You remember my partner, Ken Hutchinson,” Starsky said, glancing at Hutch.

“Yes, I do. Hello Mr. Hutchinson.” He shook his hand-- then turned his attention to Starsky. “So, I see that you have a sebaceous cyst on your arm,” the doctor said, as he examined the bandage. “Who treated it?”

“He went to the emergency room and the doctor there-- Dr. Tanner drained it, packed it and a nurse bandaged it up,” Hutch explained.

“I’m going to remove the bandage now,” the doctor warned Starsky.

They watched as Dr. Buchman gently took the bandage off. He began to press the cyst.

Starsky hissed in pain.

“I’m sorry Mr. Starsky. Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yeah...when you touch it,” he told him, wincing as the doctor inspected his arm.

“Well, the doctor managed to drain it some, but there’s still a lot of keratin in there that needs to come out.”

“Um...Doc...I don’t want it drained anymore. I want it removed...surgically,” Starsky said adamantly.

“Mr. Starsky, it can’t be surgically removed, because it’s too infected. This is why it’s hurting so much. It’s going to have to be drained.”

Starsky looked at Hutch with panic in his eyes. He did not want to go through that excruciating pain again.

“Dr. Tanner drained it and it was very painful for Starsky. Is there anything else that can be done?” Hutch asked.

Dr. Buchman shook his head. “I’m sorry, the only thing that can be done is to drain it before the cyst gets larger and the infection gets worse.”

Starsky swallowed hard, as the doctor began to collect the instruments.

“Mr. Starsky, I’m going to numb the cyst, but I’ll inject under the cyst first-- that way you shouldn’t feel much pain while I’m doing the procedure.”

Starsky’s blinked in disbelief. He didn’t know there was a way for him to feel less pain. He glanced at Hutch, grinning broadly in relief.

Hutch smiled, happy to hear this, then leaned forward as the doctor began to inject under the cyst.

The doctor quickly applied two injections under the cyst. “How are you doing, Mr. Starsky?”

“Pretty good.”

“Good. Now I’m going to give you two injections directly into the cyst. After that, you shouldn’t feel any more pain. If you do, let me know.”

“Okay,” Starsky said, surprised that he wasn’t feeling much pain at all. He glanced over at Hutch, smiling.

“Now, I’m going to pull out the packing gauze and try to squeeze out the keratin. Let me know if you feel any pain.”

Starsky nodded. He and Hutch watched as the doctor slowly pulled out the strip of gauze with tweezers, then Dr. Buchman began to squeeze the cyst hard.

“Are you okay?” he asked Starsky.

“Yeah.”

“Not enough is coming out. I’m going to make a larger incision.”

The doctor picked up a scalpel and made the incision larger, squeezing it again to release more of the keratin. He used the wooden Q-Tip and cleaned out the wound.

“I want to try to remove all of the cyst. If any is left, the cyst might come back.”

“Then please try to get all of it out, Doc,” Starsky said, anxiously.

“I’ll do my best,” the doctor said, continuing to scrape out the cyst. “Is this hurting?”

“No, I’m good.”

Dr. Buchman stopped scraping and flushed out the wound with a saline solution, before calling his nurse to repack the wound and bandage him up.

“Okay, Mr. Starsky. The nurse will finish up and then I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“It’s not done?” Starsky asked with wide eyes.

“I’m afraid not. This will be a long process until the cyst is drained and the wound heals completely from the inside. This is why it needs to be packed and unpacked continuously,” the doctor explained, turning to leave.

“Terrific,” he said, despondently.

Hutch got up and ran his hand threw Starsky’s curls, then turned towards the doctor.

“Thank you, doctor,” Hutch said.

Starsky thanked the doctor. They waited for the nurse to repack the wound with gauze and bandage him up again. As they were leaving the examining room, the nurse walked up to Starsky.

“Mr. Starsky when the numbness wares off, you’re going to probably be in some pain. The doctor wrote this prescription for you to take.” She handed the paper to him.

“What is it?” Starsky asked, reading at the prescription.

“Ibuprofen. He said to take one 800 mg. tablet, every eight hours.”

They walked towards the car in silence. Starsky got in the passenger side, with Hutch still driving. Hutch watched his lover with concern. He knew Starsky was unhappy with what the doctor had said.

“Hey Starsk, after I get your pain medicine, why don’t we see a movie?” Hutch suggested, trying to cheer him up.

Starsky raised his head. “Don’t we have to go to work?”

“Well, I didn’t tell Dobey what time we’d be done. For all he knows, we got done this afternoon.”

Hutch glanced at his watch. “It’s ten-thirty AM now. We can take in a matinee and get to the office sometime this afternoon.”

Starsky sighed, looking down in his lap again-- suddenly realizing he was hungry. “Are we gonna’ get somethin’ ta’ eat first?”

“Nah, we’ll grab a couples of hot dogs at the theater...my treat.” Hutch grinned.

“Okay...if you want to,” Starsky said, apathetically.

Hutch hated when Starsky got depressed. He was usually so animated and lively-- and to see him like this was very unsettling. He needed to try and change his mood. A movie should do the trick-- to get his mind off his arm.

“Good.” Hutch drove them to the drugstore-- yet again. After picking up the medicine, Hutch ran into a nearby restaurant and asked for a cup of water, so Starsky could take the medicine right away before the numbness wore off.

When he got back to the car, Starsky had fallen asleep. Hutch opened the door quietly, so he wouldn’t startle him. He sat behind the wheel and shut the door. It slammed a little too loudly and Starsky jumped-- waking up instantly.

“Where ya’ been?” he asked, rubbing his face with both hands, since his arm wasn’t hurting because the wound was still numb.

“I went to get your medicine. Here take this.”

Hutch handed Starsky one pill and the cup of water. He downed the pill, then looked over at Hutch.

“Hey look.” Starsky grinned, raising his left arm in the air. “I can move my arm and it’s not hurting.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, Starsk, but that’s only because the numbness hasn’t worn off yet.”

“I know, but it’s still a good feelin’. It’s been a long time since I could move my arm and hand like this without pain?” he said, continuing to wave his arm around.

“Well, hopefully you’ll still be able to do it after takin’ the Ibuprofen.” Hutch noticed how this little victory changed Starsky’s mood for the better.

“Yeah-- so what movie are we seein’?” he asked, cheerfully.

“Your choice. I bought a newspaper, so we could see what’s playin’.” Hutch opened the paper to the movie section.

“Let’s see there’s-- “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”, “Jaws”, “The Rocky Horror Picture Show”, “Monty Python and the Holy Grail”, “Dog Day Afternoon”. Does any of these strike your fancy?” Hutch asked.

“Um...how about “Jaws”? Starsky asked, looking at Hutch for approval.

“Is that about a shark killin’ people?” Hutch frowned.

“Yeah. I heard it was really good and really scary.”

“Isn’t the tagline-- You’ll never go in the water again?”

“Yeah,” Starsky answered suspiciously.

“Well, I do want to go in the water again, so pick somethin’ else,” Hutch told him adamantly.

Disappointed, Starsky thought about it and said, “What about “Dog Day Afternoon”?”

“Is that the one where Al Pacino robs a bank to pay for his lover’s surgery?”

“Yeah, what --you have a problem with that too?” Starsky asked, annoyed.

“No, but I’d rather not see it.”

Starsky sighed loudly, sitting up in the seat. “Ya’ know...you said it was my choice and all you’ve done is say no to everything I wanna’ see.”

“You’re right Starsk, I’m sorry. We’ll see whatever you wanna’ see-- so whadaya’ you wanna’ see?” Hutch awaited his answer.

“I wanna’ see “Jaws”.” He said with confidence.

“Okay, then “Jaws” it is.” Hutch started the engine and drove to the theater.

Hutch bought two hot dogs, two Cokes, a large popcorn, a pack of Twizzlers for himself and a Caravelle bar for Starsky. He was glad Starsky’s arm wasn’t bothering him, so he’d be able to help him carry all this stuff to their seats.

They carefully sat down, placing the food on their laps. Starsky managed to prop his feet on back of the seat in front of him-- like he always did. They settled down to a rare afternoon matinee, on a weekday. Hutch glanced over at his lover, smiling. Starsky was his old self again...at least for the time being. Tomorrow his ordeal continued, but for now-- it’s been forgotten.

As they were walking out of the theater, Starsky was excited. “Wasn’t that a terrific movie?! What was your favorite part?! Mine was when Quint slid into the shark’s mouth!” Starsky tried to keep up with Hutch, who was quickly walking towards the car.

“Yeah, it was good,” Hutch commented, not as enthusiastic.

“Good? It was more than good. Did you have a favorite part?” Starsky opened the door and sat on the passenger side.

Hutch got in behind the wheel and sat for a while, contemplating if he had a favorite part.

“So?” Starsky waited anxiously for his answer. “You gotta have a favorite part?”

Hutch blew out a breath. “Okay, my favorite was when the shark jumped up out of the ocean, surprising…um.”

“Chief Brody,” Starsky reminded him.

“Yeah, Chief Brody.”

“That was a really good scene. So, are you afraid to go in the water now?” Starsky asked, grinning broadly.

Hutch glared at him. “Well, put it this way…I won’t be swimmin’ in the ocean any time soon.”

Starsky laughed, then asked, “So, where we headed?” He put his feet up on the dashboard.

“Station.” Hutch turned on the engine and peeled out onto the street.

“Oh.” Starsky was a bit disappointed. He didn’t want this afternoon to end. Hutch heard his tone and glanced at him.

“Starsk, I promise we’ll play hooky again soon,” he smiled.

“Ya’ promise?” Starsky’s blue eyes were bright with expectation.

“I promise.” Hutch made the boy scout salute-- holding up three fingers of his right hand.

“Okay. I’m gonna’ hold ya’ to it.”

“I’m sure you will.” Hutch smiled. “So, how’s the arm?”

“Good. It’s not hurtin’ or anything.”

“That’s great because it’s not time yet to take another Ibuprofen,” Hutch informed him.

“Let’s see…I took one just before we went to the movie and you said every eight hours, right?” Starsky was trying to determine how long he’d have to wait until he could take another one.

“Right.”

“So, if my calculation is correct—I should take another one around 6:30 or 7 tonight.”

“Yep. Hopefully your arm will hold out until then.”

“I’m sure it will,” Starsky said confidently.

Hutch pulled up in front of the station. When they got there, Dobey was coming out of his office.

“I didn’t expect to see you two here. Starsky how’s your arm?”

“A lot better Cap’.” Starsky demonstrated by moving his arm around.

“Um…Cap’n, the doctor gave Starsky an injection to numb the cyst before doin’ the procedure. After a while, it’ll wear off,” Hutch explained, so he wouldn’t give the Captain false hope that Starsky was fine yet. Starsky made a face at that.

“Well, can you do any work in the meantime?”

“Sure Cap,” Starsky said, sitting behind his desk.

“Good. I want these damn reports and expense vouchers turned in before you both leave today. I don’t care how late you have to stay. They’re breathing down my neck and blaming me for you two not sendin’ them in,” Dobey yelled, going back in his office.

“We’ll get right on it Cap’!” Starsky yelled, sticking his tongue out after the door was closed.

Hutch to laugh out loud.

They managed to get all the reports done by ten PM. Starsky’s arm started hurting around six PM, so Hutch gave him another pill, which will last him until the next morning.

Both were exhausted when they walked into Starsky’s apartment. Since Starsky’s arm wasn’t hurting too much, he was able to remove his own clothes. He was too tired to put them away, so he threw them on a chair in the corner and Hutch followed suit. After putting on their pajama bottoms, they literally crawled into bed.

“Don’t forget, we have to go back to see Dr. Buchman for him to remove the packing,” Hutch reminded Starsky before turning off the light.

“Don’t remind me,” Starsky mumbled, turning on his right side. “Hey, I can drive myself, if you have somethin’ to do for Dobey tomorrow.”

“No, I’m gonna’ stick with you until this whole thing is over,” Hutch assured.

“Thanks Hutch. Love you.” Starsky closed his eyes.

“Good night, babe. Love you too.”

Chapter Seven

The next morning, they ate breakfast and Hutch gave Starsky another pain pill. He drove them to Dr. Buchman’s office and his nurse met them, as they walked in.

“Mr. Starsky, we’re ready for you. Come this way.” She said, crooking her finger.

She led them to the examining room and told Starsky to get up on the table. “Why don’t you climb up and make yourself comfortable?”

Starsky gave her a sweet smile and a nod.

By this time, he knew the drill. They waited for Dr. Buchman, but the nurse came back in—carrying implements that Starsky was all too familiar with.

“Mr. Starsky, I’ll be removing the packing today. Dr. Buchman doesn’t want to give you anymore numbing injections.”

“What?! Why not?!” Starsky asked, nervously.

“It’s not good to inject you with local anesthesia too often, but he did say to tell you that if you really can’t handle the pain, he’ll come in and give it to you. Nurses aren’t allowed to give lidocaine injections.”

Starsky glanced at Hutch with worry in his eyes. He had a big dilemma. He really wanted the injection, because he didn’t want to experience that pain again, but he also didn’t want to appear to be a wimp in front of this pretty nurse.

Hutch noticed Starsky was trying to decide.

“What should I do?” Starsky looked to his lover for guidance.

“It’s up to you buddy.”

Hutch knew this had to be Starsky’s decision, because he was the one who had to endure whatever discomfort he would experience afterwards.

With an audible sigh, Starsky agreed to have the nurse do the procedure…without anesthesia. Nurse Judith began to lay out everything she needed, then she used a squeeze bottle full of saline to loosen up the packing to make it easier to remove.

They watched as Nurse Judith began to pull out the gauze little by little with the tweezers. Hutch watched his lover to see if he was in any pain and he saw Starsky wince slightly. When the gauze got stuck, the nurse poured more saline on the wound, then continued to do that until all the gauze came out.

“How was that Mr. Starsky?” she asked.

“Not too bad,’ he answered, glancing at Hutch.

“Good.” She inspected the wound. “It looks great. I’ll get Dr. Buchman so he could take a look. I’ll be right back.”

“Isn’t that good news Starsk! Soon it’ll all be over,” Hutch told him enthusiastically.

“Yeah, I hope so.” Starsky wasn’t as enthusiastic. He didn’t want to get his hopes up in case the doctor didn’t agree with the nurse.

The nurse arrived with the doctor. Without any of the usual social graces, he inspected Starsky’s arm. They looked closely to gauge his reaction.

“Mr. Starsky, the wound looks very good. I don’t think there’s any need to pack it again.” Dr. Tanner glanced at his nurse. “Just cover it with a bandage,” he ordered, leaving to attend to his other patients.

“Wow, no more packing? Really?” Starsky blinked at the nurse, in disbelief.

“No-- now all it has to do is heal. You’ll have to change the bandage daily. Once the gauze is clean, it should be healed, and you won’t need to apply the bandage anymore.”

“Isn’t that great Starsk!” Hutch grinned.

“Yeah it is.”

After bandaging the wound, the Nurse Judith made sure Starsky had enough gauze and tape before they left the office. Hutch noticed Starsky had a bounce in his step, as he walked to the car. He stopped and went to the driver’s side before Hutch got there.

“I’m drivin’,” he said, opening the door and hopping in.

Hutch shrugged, then jogged to the passenger side. Starsky sat behind the wheel for a few moments to savor the feeling.

“I’m back baby,” he said, to his precious Torino, then pulled out with the usual screech of its tires.

Before driving them to the station, Starsky wanted to make a stop. He glanced over at Hutch. “Hey Hutch?”

“Yeah.”

“Can we stop to pick up somethin’ for lunch? I’m a little hungry.”

“Yeah sure.”

Starsky drove them to his favorite burger joint, Dody’s. When the waitress came over to the car, he proceeded to order most of the menu-- to go. He asked Hutch what he wanted and as usual he didn’t want anything. Starsky shrugged and the waitress went to retrieve Starsky’s meal.

“Man I’m hungry!” Starsky exclaimed, rubbing his hands together.

“I guess your appetite’s back, huh?” Hutch smiled.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

The waitress brought Starsky’s food in a large paper bag. Starsky handed the bag to Hutch, paid the waitress, then headed for the station. When they got there, Starsky placed his meal on his desk. As Starsky was about to take a bit, he looked back to see Dobey immerge of this office. Crestfallen, he puts the burger down. He knew what was coming next...

“I wanna’ see you two in my office, now.”

They both got up from their desks and walked pass Dobey. Starsky gave a sorrowful look back at his food, before disappearing into the office.

“Sit down,” Dobey ordered, as he went behind his desk. “What did the doctor say about your arm?”

“Almost good as new, Cap’.” Starsky moved it around as proof.

“That’s good to hear, because I have a case for you two.”

He and Hutch exchanged worried glances. Starsky knew his arm was feeling a lot better, but he wasn’t sure if would be up to anything physical right now?

Hutch was concerned about Starsky’s arm also. He didn’t want something to happen to his arm because it hadn’t healed completely.

“Um...Cap'n, Starsky’s arm isn’t completely out of the woods yet. It still hasn’t healed completely. Maybe he shouldn’t be put on a case just yet,” Hutch informed.

Dobey glanced from Hutch to Starsky, who gave him a sheepish smile, with doe eyes.

Dobey stood up. “Well, I’ll be the judge of whether or not I should put him on a case, Hutchinson! When you become Captain, then you can make that decision!” Dobey shouted.

“Yes, sir.” Hutch said, giving Starsky a side eye.

Dobey sat back in his chair, contemplating what to do. They waited patiently.

Starsky put his feet on the edge of Dobey’s desk. Hutch frowned, waving his hand for him to put them down. Starsky dropped his feet, giving Hutch a side glance.

“Okay,” Dobey finally said. “I’m putting the two of you on this robbery case,” he announced, handing out a folder to each of them.

They opened their files and began to read, as Dobey explained.

“Kids have been seen robbing local stores in the neighborhood. They wore stockings over their faces, so no one was able to identify them. All we got was that one is black, and one is white. I want to you two to go around and question people in the neighborhood to see if they know anything about these kids.”

They closed the folders and exchanged glances, then looked at Dobey.

“Okay. We’re on it,” Starsky said, getting up from this chair.

Just as they reached the door, Dobey called out to Starsky-- making them both turned around.

“Starsky. Will this be too much for your poor little arm to handle?” Dobey smiled.

Starsky glanced at Hutch, then gave Dobey an embarrassed look.

“No Cap, it should be fine.” They walked out of Dobey’s office, with Hutch laughing behind him.

Dobey peeked out of his office and noticed the food that Starsky left on his desk. He went over, gathered it all up, then took into his office and shut the door.

~S&H~S&H~S&H~

For the rest of the day, they went around to stores in the neighborhood-- ones that were robbed and ones that weren’t. The people said that they couldn’t recognize the kids because of the stockings on their faces. When asked what were they wearing, some of them was able to say one of them wore a green army jacket.

As Hutch walked back to the car, he noticed a kid leaning against the wall of a derelict building. He nudged Starsky. The shaggy haired boy was staring at them oddly-- as if he wanted to tell them something. Once the kid got their attention he turned away.

“Ya’ think he wants us to follow ‘em?” Starsky asked, watching the kid quickly move down the street.

“Looks like it.” They followed the kid around the corner and into an alley.

The kid stopped, turning towards them. “I know da’ kids who’ve been rippin’ off the stores,” the boy said, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans.

“Ya’ do, huh? So, who are they?” Starsky asked, leaning has hand against the wall.

The boy just stared at him.

“I think he wants some incentive Starsk.” Hutch smiled.

Starsky made a face at the boy, then pulled out his wallet. He took out three dollars and when the boy tried to snatch it, Starsky quickly moved his hand out of reach.

“Uh, uh, uh.” Starsky wagged his finger. “First, you say, then I pay.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Fine. Their names are Jessie and Danny-- they hang out in this neighborhood all the time.”

“Is there a place where they hang out more often?” Hutch asked.

“Yeah,” the boy said, staring at the money in Starsky’s hand.

Starsky got the message and pulled out two more dollars. “Okay, five bucks. Where do they hang out?” Starsky asked, holding the money just out of reach.

“A place called Dudley’s, on 4th. Ya’ gonna’ pay me now?” the kid asked, holding out his hand.

“Yeah kid...here.” Starsky put the money in the boy’s hand, and he took off running down the alley.

“So, let’s check out Dudley’s shall we?” Hutch said, as they went back to the Torino with Starsky.

As they strolled in, Starsky immediately noticed two boys sitting in a corner booth-- one black and one white. The white one was wearing a green army jacket.

“I think we’ve got our salt and pepper team,” Starsky said, moving his head in their direction.

Hutch glanced over at the boys, then he and Starsky sat down at the bar. They kept their eyes on the boys as the bartender came over.

“What’ll it be?” he asked, wiping the bar with a rag.

They pulled out their badges and showed it to the man.

“Do you know the two kids in the booth?” Hutch asked, gesturing with his head.

The man looked over at the boys. “Yeah, they come in here almost every day. Once I asked ‘em why they weren’t in school, and they told me to mind my own business. I usually kick ‘em out if they don’t order anything, but lately they’ve been flashin’ money around and ordering stuff-- so I just let ‘em stay.”

“Thanks,” Hutch said.

Starsky gave the boys a dead stare.

“So, whadaya wanna’ do?” Hutch asked.

“I’d say we pay ‘em a visit.”

Starsky got up and sauntered over to the booth. He slid beside one kid and Hutch slid beside the other. The boys looked at their new booth mates in shock.

“Whadaya’ doin’ man?” the black boy asked Starsky.

“Yeah, whadaya’ want?” the white boy asked Hutch.

“Which one of you is Jessie and which is Danny?” Starsky asked, glancing from one to the other.

The boys looked at each other and remained silent. He and Starsky pulled out their badges, showing them to the boys.

“Aw man! Duh fuzz! I knew it!” the black boy exclaimed.

“Are you Jessie? Hutch asked.

“Nah, I’m Danny, this is Jessie,” Danny- the white boy- told them.

“Man, why’d ya’ halfta’ tell ‘em our names!” Jessie yelled at Danny.

“It’s okay, we already knew your names,” Starsky said, with a small smile.

“But we don’t know their last names. So, what are they? Hutch asked glancing from one boy to the other.

They remained silent.

“Come on. Ya’ know we’re gonna find out anyway. If you tell us now, we might tell the judge to go easy on ya’.” Starsky leaned closer to Jessie.

“Kramer! I’m Danny Kramer! And he’s Jessie Randall!” Danny shouted.

“Man, I can’t believe you told ‘em!”

“I don’t know about you Jess, but I want the judge to go easy on us.” Danny looked hopefully from Starsky to Hutch.

“Good.” Hutch narrowed his eyes at the two boys. “Starsk, do these boys look familiar to you?”

Starsky gave the boys a once over, then it dawned on him. “Yeah, aren’t these the two who were tryin’ ta’ rip off my tires a year ago?”

Hutch narrowed his eyes. “I think you’re right, and I remember telling ‘em that if they got caught again they’d be in trouble.”

“Well, I guess they didn’t listen.” Starsky smiled at them. “So now you’re in trouble.”

“Come on, man. Ya’ didn’t see us do nothin’,” Jessie said, folding his arms.

“We have eyewitnesses saying they saw you robbing stores in the neighborhood,” Hutch explained.

“What eyewitnesses?” Danny asked.

“That’s not for you ta’ know. Come on.” Starsky slid out the booth and waited for Jessie to slide out after him.

Hutch did the same for Danny and led the boys outside.

Danny turned to Hutch. “Man, cantcha’ give us another chance like ya’ did before, huh?” he asked, beseechingly.

“Sorry, kid. You had a year to get on the right track and you blew it, so you’re goin’ to Juvie,” Hutch told him.

“And don’t try ta’ run or we’ll have ta’ cuff ya’.” Starsky smiled, jangling the cuffs.

Once both boys were seated between them in the front seat, Starsky drove them to the station. The boys were booked and taken to juvie.

He and Hutch went to Dobey to let him know they wrapped the case. Dobey was impressed at how quickly it was done. He actually looked happy and told them after writing up the report, they could go home. They wrote up the report as fast as possible, then left. When they got in the car, Hutch turned to Starsky.

“I think it’s past the time for you to take the Ibuprofen.”

“It’s okay. I can wait ‘til we get home,” Starsky said, starting up the engine.

“You sure you can drive?” Hutch asked, concerned.

“Yeah...I’m fine. I can drive.” Starsky accentuated that fact by screeching away from the curb, heading for his place.

Chapter Eight

Once they arrived, Hutch went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, so Starsky could take the pain pill. Starsky followed him in, leaning down on the counter.

“Here, take this.” Hutch held the pill out to him and Starsky looked at the pill in his hand.

“Maybe I shouldn’t take it. My arm isn’t hurtin’ very much right now.”

“No, it’s not hurtin’ right now, but it might-- so take it,” Hutch commanded.

Starsky made a face, then took the pill, downing it with the water.

“Whada’ we gonna’ have for dinner’?” He asked peering inside the fridge.

“Well, when I went shoppin’, I got a roast chicken. All we’ll have to do is heat it up.” Hutch took it out, placed it in a roasting pan and popped it in the oven.

“Great! I’ll make a green salad to go with it.” Starsky took out a head of romaine lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers, then went about making the salad. Apparently, Hutch’s eating habits had rubbed off on him. He found himself eating more salad, but it had to be practically drowning in dressing. Hutch tried to get him to put it on the side, but Starsky wanted to pour it directly on the salad. Hutch decided not to argue about anymore...at least he was eating salad.

Hutch placed the heated chicken on a platter and brought it to the table. Starsky placed a large bowl of salad next to it, then got two plates, placing them on the table, along with utensils and glasses. He went to the fridge, took out two cans of beer and poured them into the glasses. Hutch proceeded to dish up the meal and they ate.

“So, how did it feel gettin’ back out there on a case?” Hutch asked his lover.

Starsky answered with a mouth full of food. “It felt terrific! I missed bein’ on the mean streets, lookin’ for criminals.” Starsky smiled, chewing.

“Is there anything else you’ve missed?” Hutch asked, smiling knowingly at his lover.

Starsky put his fork down and turned his complete attention to Hutch. He leaned in and captured Hutch’s mouth for a deep kiss. The kiss lasted for a while, before Starsky broke it, then looked into Hutch’s eyes smiling devilishly.

Suddenly, Hutch felt Starsky’s foot on his leg. He had toeing off his sneaker and was moving his foot up Hutch’s leg, stopping at his upper thigh. Starsky continued to stare into Hutch’s eyes, as his foot rubbed his groin-- causing Hutch to moan.

“Does that answer your question?” Starsky continued to press and rub Hutch’s cock and balls with his toes.

“Hmm hmm,” Hutch moaned, shutting his eyes.

Starsky stopped and Hutch’s eyes popped open.

W– what?” Hutch asked.

“I think we’ll be a lot more comfortable in the bedroom. Come on.” Starsky pulled him up from the table and towards his bedroom.

They couldn’t get each other’s clothes off fast enough. Hutch told Starsky to lift his arms, so he could remove his shirt. After throwing it on the floor, Starsky told Hutch to do the same and pulled off his shirt-- throwing it on the floor. This was taking way too long, so they each decided to undress themselves. Starsky was naked first and stood in front of Hutch pulling on his cock-- getting it hard. Hutch wasn’t too far behind and soon both were naked, making themselves hard. Starsky moved closer to Hutch, devouring his mouth with a passionate kiss.

“God I missed this...I missed you,” Hutch admitted, releasing his cock, to grab hold of Starsky’s ample ass-cheeks. He squeezed the firm globes, causing Starsky to groan.

Starsky grasped Hutch’s head, kissing him hard. The motion pushed Hutch backwards, causing them to fall onto the bed. Starsky landed on top of Hutch and Hutch held on to his ass-- continuing to squeeze and caress it. Now their cocks were lying on top of each other. Starsky began to move his hips, grinding his groin into Hutch’s. The friction from there cocks was incredible. Hutch pressed Starsky’s ass into his groin, creating even more friction. Soon, they both were very hard. Hutch rolled them over putting Starsky on his back, with Hutch straddling him. He leaned down to whisper in Starsky’s ear.

“I want to be inside that amazing ass of yours.” His voice raspy with need.

“I want that so much,” Starsky whispered.

Hutch got off him, Starsky flipped himself over onto his stomach. He spread his legs wide, and Hutch knelt between them. Hutch slid his hand under Starsky’s belly, lifting him up onto his knees. Starsky braced himself on his elbows, making sure not to put too much pressure on the wound. Now Starsky’s ass was high in the air, awaiting for his lover’s attention.

Starsky’s balls were hanging between his open thighs, with his erect cock, pointing towards his belly. Hutch gently grasped the balls with one hand-- massaging them, causing Starsky to moan and lift his head. Hutch moved his other hand between Starsky’s thighs to grasp his cock. Starsky’s moaning became louder. Hutch suddenly released his cock and leaned over to get a bottle of lube from the nightstand, then poured it on his fingers.

“Christ Hutch! You’re killin’ me! Push ‘em in already!” Starsky yelled in frustration.

Hutch smiled, then pushed his two fingers deep inside his lover’s ass. Once they were in, he twisted them back and forth. He glanced up and saw Starsky lifting his head, moving it from side to side, as he continued to moan. Hutch pulled his two fingers out and added a third. He poured lube on all three fingers and pushed them deep inside Starsky, twisting and turning them.

Starsky began to thrust his ass forward-- in a humping motion. After a few more seconds, Hutch pulled them out. Starsky groaned in disappointment.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m gonna’ to replace ‘em with somethin’ better.” Hutch poured a liberal amount of lube in his palm, then rubbed his cock up and down.

Starsky tightly gripped his bed sheets-- anticipating Hutch entering him. Hutch placed his fully erect cock at Starsky’s puckered hole, holding onto his hip with his other hand. He pushed the tip into the tight hole and heard Starsky grunt.

“You okay?” Hutch asked, concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine...keep goin’.”

Hutch breached the ring of muscle, his cock moved smoothly into his rectum. He held still for a moment so Starsky could adjust to his girth – then he began to thrust, holding onto Starsky’s hips with both hands.

Starsky could feel Hutch’s balls slapping against his own. He lifted his head up and down, biting his lip, in an effort to endure the incredible sensations his lover was causing.

Hutch stopped thrusting momentarily, and he slowly ran his hands up Starsky’s back, which was slick with sweat. Once he reached the back of his neck, Hutch leaned down to whisper in his ear...

“Get up on your hands.”

With Hutch still inside him, Starsky raised himself up onto his hands and looked back at Hutch for further instruction, but there wasn’t any. Hutch grasped Starsky’s thick curls and gently pulled his head back, as he started thrusting again. It felt like Hutch was holding Starsky’s hair like the reigns of a beautiful stallion. Starsky closed his eyes and opened his mouth-- gasping for air, as Hutch began to thrust into him hard and fast. He loved the feel of Hutch holding his hair while he fucked him. It felt like Hutch was in total control of him and that turned him on. He was being controlled and owned...by the one person he would ever allow to do that.

Hutch released his hair, sliding his hand under Starsky’s belly, grabbing hold of his weeping cock. His hand moved on Starsky’s cock matching his thrusting. Starsky shut his eyes tight, grimacing, as he felt the familiar sensation of his impending release.

“Ahhh, Hutch! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” Starsky exclaimed, through gritted teeth.

“Hold on a second babe,” Hutch said, removing his hand from Starsky’s cock and holding onto his hips. After a few more quick thrusts, Hutch exploded inside of his lover.

Starsky felt the warm liquid fill his rectum. While still inside him, Hutch quickly leaned over to grasp Starsky’s cock again and pumped it until Starsky exploded onto his hand and the sheets.

When he felt Starsky was done, Hutch let go of his cock, leaned up, and slid out of him. Immediately, cum oozed from Starsky’s ass and between his thighs. Starsky sat on his heels, with his hands resting in front of him on the bed, as he tried to catch his breath.

After a few seconds, he glanced at Hutch—who had his back against the headboard. He was sitting with one leg bent, his arm resting on his knee and the other leg stretched out. He wiped his hands in the sheets, then smiled warmly at his sated lover. Starsky gave him a big grin, then crawled towards him. Hutch held out his arm, enveloping his lover, in a warm embrace. Starsky laid his head on Hutch’s shoulder, with his hand on his chest.

“Mmm, that was nice babe.” Starsky smiling with his eyes closed.

“Yeah, it was...very nice.” Hutch caressed the side of Starsky’s face, and he opened his eyes. Hutch looked down at him and Starsky tilted his face up to kiss him on the lips. They laid there in silence for a few minutes, until Starsky made a face, moving his hips.

“What’s wrong?” Hutch asked. “Is it your arm?”

“No, nothin’ like that,” Starsky answered, leaning up.

“Then what is it, babe?”

“I hate to say anything,” Starsky said, still moving, uncomfortably.

“Say what?”

Starsky gave Hutch an embarrassed look. “Um...I got cum dryin’ in my crack and the insides of my thighs,” Starsky admitted, wiping the inside of his thighs with his hand.

Hutch chuckled. “Oh, is that all?”

“Yeah. My thighs are stickin’ together. It doesn’t feel good,” Starsky admitted, shyly.

“Okay, then we need to do somethin’ about that.” Hutch got off the bed, grasped Starsky’s hand, pulled him up, and led him into the bathroom.

“Whada’ we gonna’ do about this?” Starsky asked, holding up his arm.

Hutch actually forgot his arm. He thought about it, then ran out of the bathroom and came back with a roll of plastic wrap.

“Hold out your arm.” Starsky did as he was told and Hutch tore off a large piece, wrapping it tightly around the bandage.

“That should do the trick.”

Hutch threw the plastic wrap on the floor and Starsky inspected his arm. Hutch did a good job of sealing the bandage to prevent it from getting wet. He stepped into the shower and Hutch followed.

Once they were standing in the shower, Hutch picked up the washcloth.

“Starsk, I know your arm is feelin’ better and you can wash yourself now, but I’d still like to wash you...if that’s okay?”

“Sure. We used to wash each other a lot and it really turned me on, but when you had to wash me because of my arm, it wasn’t anymore.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I want to do it now, so it’ll turn you on again.”

Starsky kissed him, then Hutch turned on the shower. They let the spray run over their sweaty bodies, face, and hair, then Hutch lathered up the washcloth with soap and told Starsky to lean against the bathroom wall with his legs spread. Starsky laid his palms against the wall of the shower, with his legs spread wide. He looked like Hutch had arrested him and was about to give him a pat down. Hutch began to wash him...thoroughly. Starsky felt the soapy washcloth slide over his ass and into his crack, then between his legs. It felt really good-- so good that he felt his cock twitch.

Once Hutch was done, he hung the washcloth on the hook and grabbed the bottle of shampoo, pouring some into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and placed them on Starsky’s wet curls, massaging the shampoo into his scalp. Starsky shut his eyes and lifted his head back, as Hutch continued to scrub his scalp, as the water ran over his face.

When Hutch was done washing his hair, Starsky let the spray wash over his head of curls until all the shampoo was rinsed out. He brushed his hair back with his hand, then Hutch instructed him to turn around, so he could wash the front of his body. Starsky faced his lover and watched as he washed his chest, stomach, and genitals. As he washed his genitals, Hutch noticed that Starsky’s cock was reacting. It began to rise and before he knew it, Starsky’s cock was bobbing in front of him.

Hutch looked down smiling. “Looks like I stirred something up…pun intended.”

Starsky looked down at himself, smiling shyly. “Looks like ya’ did.”

“Well, let’s take care of that, shall we?”

Hutch turned to hang the washcloth on the hook, and he felt Starsky grab his arm. He looked back dumbfounded.

“No, not now. I have somethin’ to do first.”

Starsky pushed him against the wall and turned him around. Then he instructed him to place his hands on it—just like he was instructed to do. Hutch obeyed, spreading his legs apart- like he told Starsky to do moments before. He reached for the washcloth and began to soap it up. Hutch glanced back at him, as Starsky rubbed it over his ass and between his legs, then into his crack. Hutch lifted his head towards the ceiling with his eyes tightly closed. Starsky continued washing him—moving the soapy cloth down his strong, long legs, then back up to his back, shoulders, and arms.

When he was done, he told Hutch to turn and face him. Starsky immediately began to wash his chest, stomach and finally his genitals. Hutch threw his head back, moaning, as Starsky gently washed them. When he stopped Starsky noticed Hutch’s cock was hard and erect, bobbing before him. Hutch glanced down at himself, then shrugged, giving him a goofy smile. Starsky looked down at himself, seeing that he was still sporting his own erection. He looked up into Hutch’s eyes and they both seemed to read each other’s mind. Starsky turned off the shower, then placed his right hand on the wall. Hutch stood next to him, placing his hand against the wall too. Starsky grasped his erection, then gave his lover a mischievous smile. Hutch grasped his own, then looked at Starsky. Starsky nodded his head and they both began to stroke their cocks as fast as they could.

This was a race to see who would come first. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of moans and groans. Starsky threw his head back, with his eyes shut. Hutch also threw his head back, squeezing his eyes tight, biting on his lip. They both were so close. From time to time, they would glance at one another to see just how close they were to coming. Hutch began to groan louder. Starsky looked over at him, stroking his cock faster. Soon they both were looking in each other’s eyes, as they worked to bring themselves off.

Suddenly, Hutch groaned loudly, as his semen spewed all over the wall in front of him. He braced himself against the wall, with both hands now, as he recovered. Then Hutch glanced over at Starsky who was still working hard to bring himself off. He knew Starsky was getting very frustrated.

“Hey Starsk,” Hutch said, still panting.

“What?” Starsky asked, annoyed, moving his hand vigorously on his cock.

“Come on, Starsk. Ya’ gonna’ hurt yourself,” Hutch said, leaning against the wall watching his lover. “Let me help ya’.”

“No! I’m almost there!” he shouted, closing his eyes tight.

Hutch folded his arms and waited patiently for his lover to get to the promised land.

Finally, Starsky let out a loud roar, then came all over the wall. He placed both hands on the wall, panting hard-- totally spent. He noticed Hutch leaning against the wall, arms folded, staring at him with a smug smile.

“It was my arm!” Starsky exclaimed, wincing dramatically, as he moved his arm up and down.

“Yeah, right.” Hutch rolled his eyes, then he turned the shower back on and let the spray wash away any evidence of their pleasure.

Starsky stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry himself off. He rubbed it vigorously on his wet curls, then placed it behind his neck and padded naked out of the bathroom. Hutch stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried himself off. After rubbing it on his hair, he wrapped the towel around his waist and padded out of the bathroom. He saw Starsky sprawled naked across the bed, on the stomach-- his wet towel in a heap on the floor.

“Starsk, whadaya’ doin’? The sheets need changin’.” Hutch noticed the wet towel and bent to pick it up. Starsky hadn’t moved.

“Starsky!” Hutch yelled.

“What? I’m tired,” he mumbled into the pillow.

“I’m sure you are, but I need to change those sheets before we go to bed.”

Starsky still wasn’t moving, so Hutch padded over to the bed and slapped the wet towel on his naked butt cheek. Starsky jumped off the bed, grabbing his stinging cheek.

“Owww! You didn’t have to do that! I was gettin’ up!” he exclaimed, standing up rubbing his butt.

“Sure, you were.” Hutch smiled, throwing the wet towel at Starsky, hitting him in the face.

Starsky took the towel off his face and padded back into the bathroom.

“Hey! When you come back, I’ll take the plastic wrap off your arm,” Hutch yelled, as he started removing the soiled sheet.

Starsky laid the towel on top of the shower stall, then looked at the plastic covering his arm. Miraculously, the bandage underneath seemed dry. He grabbed the robe from behind the door, shrugged it on, then grabbed the other robe and padded out the bathroom. He saw that Hutch had already changed the sheets and was throwing the comforter across the bed. He looked back at Starsky.

“Here put this on.” Starsky held up the robe, then threw it at him. Hutch caught it, then took the damp towel from around his waist and gave it to Starsky. Then shrugged into the robe and cinched it up. Starsky went back into the bathroom to hang up the wet towel, then came back out and leaned against the door frame-- with his arms folded and his ankles crossed.

“So, can I get in the bed now?”

Hutch smiled at him. “Yeah-- be my guest,” he said with a wave of his hand.

“Thank you,” Starsky replied, then he ran and jumped on the bed, landing on his stomach again.

Hutch watched him shaking his head. “Hey, you’re arm.” Hutch reminded him.

“Oh yeah.” Starsky turned over and sat up.

Hutch padded over to him and inspected his arm.

“Is it dry?” Starsky asked.

“Yeah, it seems so.”

“Is it hurting?” Hutch wondered, as he began to remove the plastic.

“No,” he answered, watching as Hutch gently pulled it off.

“Good. Let’s see if it needs to be changed.”

“Well, the doctor said to change it daily, so I think we should wait until tomorrow.”

Since it was dry, Hutch decided to change it in the morning. “You don’t think you need to take any Ibuprofen?”

“Nah-- what for? It’s not hurtin’.”

“Okay. Now, I think we should get some sleep,” Hutch yawned.

Starsky yawned too, as he padded over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of fresh pajama bottoms. While he was there, he grabbed a pair for Hutch and threw it at him-- trying to aim for his face but missed and it landed on the bed.

“I always knew you were a lousy pitcher,” Hutch grinned, taking off his robe and putting on his pajama bottoms.

“It’s my arm. It’s still not a hundred percent yet,” Starsky tried to explain, but Hutch just rolled his eyes.

Starsky took off his robe and slid his pajama bottoms on, then threw himself across the bed again. This time nothing and no one was going to make him move. Since Starsky was lying in the center of the bed, he was going to have to move him. Hutch sat on the side of the bed, waiting for Starsky to move over to his spot-- but all he heard was snoring.

“Hey Starsk, move over.” When he still didn’t move, Hutch said it louder.

“Starsky, move over!” Starsky snored louder.

Hutch shook his head, then got up and dropped down hard on the bed, partially sitting on him. Starsky groaned, but still didn’t wake up, just kept right on snoring. Hutch rolled him over onto his back, so he’d have enough room to lie down. After getting under the covers, he glanced down at his tuckered-out baby and smiled-- then turned off the light. Just before turning onto his side, Hutch leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Starsky’s cheek.

“Good night sweet prince,” he said, then settled down for much needed sleep.

Chapter Nine

A few days later, Starsky drove them to see Dr. Buchman. The bandage had been clean for days, so they wanted to see what he’d say. Starsky hoped he would tell him that he didn’t need to bandage it anymore. The nurse escorted them into the examining room and Starsky hopped up on the table, waiting for the doctor to come in. When the door finally opened, it was the doctor’s nurse.

“Hello Mr. Starsky…Mr. Hutchinson. Dr. Buchman asked me to take a look at the wound,” she said, as she unwrapped the bandage.

They looked on with anticipation.

The nurse inspected the wound, then a smile appeared on his face.

“Good news Mr. Starsky. The wound has completely healed.”

Starsky blinked. “Really?”

“Yes, really. No need to wear the bandage anymore.”

“Did ya’ hear that Hutch! I don’t need the bandage anymore!” Starsky exclaimed wearing a big grin.

Hutch had a big grin of his own. “Yes, I heard that Starsk. That’s great news!”

“Now, since the wound has healed,” the nurse explained. “You’ll want the scar to fade, so I suggest applying aloe vera, cocoa butter, Vitamin E or Vaseline.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve got more scars than I can count, so one more won’t make a difference.” Starsky smiled.

The nurse smiled, said her good-byes and left the office.

Starsky jumped off the table and went towards the door. He was walking on air, with a bounce in his step. He was so happy to have this whole ordeal over with.

It was Friday and Dobey hadn’t put them on another case yet, so they hoped this would be a rare weekend off. Inside the car, Hutch turned to Starsky. “Hey, I think we should celebrate!” he grinned.

“That sounds great! Ya’ got anything in mind?”

“Well, we’re not on a case right now, so we might have the entire weekend off for a change.”

Starsky looked skeptical. “In the past, Dobey has called us right in the middle of our activities. What makes you think that won’t happen this time?”

“Well, maybe he will or maybe he won’t. We can at least plan something in case he doesn’t.” Hutch looked at him with hope in his eyes.

Starsky thought about it. “Okay, I’m game-- so what are we gonna’ do?”

“I was thinkin’ we could go somewhere. We haven’t gone anywhere for a while.”

“Where?” Starsky asked, very interested. “Hey, how ‘bout Vegas?”

“No”, Hutch answered adamantly.

“Why not?” he replied, disappointed.

“Do you remember the last time we were in Vegas?” Hutch reminded.

“Yeah, so?”

“You were outta’ control.”

Starsky’s eyes widened. “I was outta’ control! You were the one who couldn’t stop.”

“I wasn’t gambling-- I was winning.”

Starsky made a face at him. “Okay, no Vegas. How ‘bout a tropical island?”

Hutch rolled his eyes. “Starsk, you don’t remember what happened to us when we went to Playboy Island? You tried to kill me, cause you were under a voodoo spell?”

“Oh yeah. Well, where are we goin?” Starsky asked, frustrated. “And don’t say to Dobey’s cabin again or anywhere else where there’s woods.”

Hutch thought about it. “I have an idea.”

Starsky looked eagerly at Hutch. “What?”

“It’s gonna’ be a surprise,” he said, smiling at him.

“No! No surprises! Just tell me!”

“What? You don’t trust me?” Hutch asked, innocently.

“With my life, yes-- when this-- no.”

Hutch made a face. “Well, you’re gonna’ have to trust me this time. I promise you’ll love it.”

Starsky’s eyes narrowed. “Okay…I guess.”

“Why don’t we stay at my place tonight and head out first thing in the morning?” Hutch suggested.

“Sure,” Starsky said, still feeling suspicious. “I’ll have to stop by my place to get my stuff.”

Starsky drove to his place, packed his weekend bag, then took them to Venice Place. While Starsky was sprawled on the couch watching TV, Hutch went into his bedroom and made a call, planning their weekend away.

In the morning, Hutch got Starsky up bright and early, so they could be on the road before all the weekend traffic started. Starsky grumbled the whole time. Hutch decided to do the driving since he didn’t want him to know where they were going.

Starsky insisted on them taking his car, because he didn’t want to be embarrassed showing up wherever they were going in Hutch’s beat up, piece of junk. Starsky was fine with not driving, that way he could get some more sleep.

Hutch was glad, because this way Starsky wouldn’t be constantly asking where they were going every five minutes.

Chapter Ten

Hutch drove up to a palatial home, in a secluded area in the Hollywood Hills. He couldn’t believe Huggy was able to set them up in such an amazing place in such short notice. He’d have to ask him when they got back. He looked over and saw that his lover was still asleep. He leaned over and kissed him awake.

Starsky moaned in his mouth and slowly opened his eyes-- looking into Hutch’s.

“Mornin’ babe. We’re here,” Hutch smiled, warmly.

Starsky sat up, rubbing his face. He frowned from the light, as he glanced out of the window to see where they were.

“Where’s here?” Starsky peered out the window, astonished at what he saw. He got out of the car and stood looking up at the beautiful home. Hutch had gotten out of the car also and was looking in awe at the home.

Starsky looked at him, with shock on his face. “Hutch where are we?! Who lives here? Are we stayin’ here?”

Hutch chucked at Starsky’s excitement. “We’re in the Hollywood Hills, at the home of a friend of Huggy’s and yes, we’re staying here for the weekend.”

Starsky looked suspicious. “A friend of Huggy’s? What kind of friend does he have who would live in a place like this? Is this the home of a drug dealer!”

“Of course not!” Hutch exclaimed, as he wondered the same thing himself. He knew he should have asked Huggy more questions about the place, but this trip was at the last minute and when he said he had the perfect place for their weekend away-- he just didn’t want to pass it up.

Starsky gave him a suspicious look.

“Look Starsk. We have this place for the weekend. Let’s just enjoy it, okay?”

Starsky gave the house another once over, then opened the trunk. “Okay. Let’s get the stuff out the car and go inside.”

Hutch smiled and proceeded to take all their gear out of the trunk. They walked up to the front door and Hutch reached into a large potted plant, taking out a key. Starsky raised his eyebrows, as Hutch opened the door, and they went inside. Immediately they were in awe of the foyer and the amazing spiral staircase.

Starsky whistled, putting down his bags. “Wow, this place is really somethin’! he exclaimed, walking around. He turned to Hutch. “Maybe it belongs to a movie star, huh?” Starsky asked, eagerly.

“Not sure if Huggy knows any movie stars, but who knows with Huggy, ”Hutch grinned.

“Well, whoever it belongs to—I’m glad we can stay here. We can stay here for the whole weekend, right?” Starsky asked.

Hutch nodded and smiled.

“Okay. Let’s see what the bedrooms look like.” Starsky was about to run up the stairs.

Hutch called him back. “Starsk, why don’t we check out down here first, then we can go upstairs.”

Starsky shrugged, then walked behind Hutch as they check out the downstairs. The kitchen was huge, and the refrigerator was packed. Huggy did say that the owners said whoever stayed here could eat whatever they wanted.

There was a large TV in the living area, with a huge couch and two recliners on either side. From the living room, Starsky saw the spacious patio and a spectacular pool. He immediately ran outside to check it out.

“Wow! Would ya’ take a look at this!” Starsky yelled, looking around. There were tall trees all around the perimeter of the pool. “Hey Hutch! Maybe we could do a little skinny dipping while we’re here, huh?” Starsky wiggled his hips when he said skinny dipping.

“Yeah sure. I don’t see why not. I mean, we are in a secluded area. Come on, let’s take our stuff upstairs.”

They carried their bags up to an incredibly large bedroom, with a huge king-sized bed.

“Man, this bedroom is the size of my whole apartment.” Starsky dropped his bags on the floor and began to bounced up and down on the bed.

“It has good springs,” he said, turning to his side and propping his head on his hand. “That’ll come in handy.”

“And good springs are very important, huh?” Hutch grinned.

“You know it...for extracurricular activities.” Starsky wiggled his eyebrows, then rubbed his stomach. “Hey, whada’ we gonna’ have to eat? You rushed us out before we could eat breakfast.”

“First, let’s put our stuff away, then we’ll go downstairs and check out the fridge.”

Starsky took his clothes out of his bag, shoved them into a large dresser draw, then turned to go downstairs. “I’ll meet ya’ downstairs.”

Hutch turned around, he was already gone. When he finally got downstairs, Starsky had his head inside the refrigerator, looking back when Hutch entered the kitchen.

“We got a lot to choose from. Whadaya’ feel like eatin’?”

Hutch thought about it for a minute, then glanced at his watch. “It’s still morning, so how ‘bout I scramble up a couple of eggs, with bacon and toast?”

Starsky leaned down on the counter with his chin on his hand. “Nah, I don’t feel like breakfast. How about lunch?”

“Lunch, huh?” Hutch noticed the big grill on the patio. He leaned down to peer inside the fridge. “How does a burger and fries sound? I can grill a couple of burgers?” Hutch took out the burger patties and frozen fries, putting them on the counter and putting everything else back into the fridge.

“Sounds great! Hey, do you think there’s time for me to go for a swim?”

“Sure, but do you think it’s okay to go in the water with your arm?” Hutch asked, concerned for Starsky’s wound.

Starsky glanced down at his arm. The doctor and the nurse said it was healed, so he didn’t think going in the water would be a problem. “I think it’ll be fine.”

“All right, but before you go, can you prepare the grill?”

Starsky blinked. “Prepare the grill? What does that mean exactly?”

“You’ve never grilled before have you?”

“Well...no. In New York City, there weren’t too many apartments that had grills,” Starsky said, sarcastically.

Hutch smiled. “It’s okay Starsk. I’ll take care of it...you go take a swim.”

“Thanks Hutch!” Starsky bounded up the stairs to the bedroom and came back down in record time, carrying a towel. He ran past Hutch, who had his back turned preparing the burgers for the grill. Starsky stripped and dove into the pool.

After putting the fries in the oven, Hutch stepped out onto the patio to prepare the grill.

Starsky was swimming around and stopped when he saw him. “Hey Hutch! Why don’t you get in for a little while? The water is heated, and it feels amazing!” Starsky yelled.

“I’d love to Starsk, but it’ll have to wait until later, if you want the burgers done by the time you get out. Besides, I thought you said you were hungry?”

“Yeah I am. Okay, after lunch then.”

Starsky ducked under the water and in doing so, his butt stuck up out of the water...his naked butt.

Hutch caught a glimpse, realizing his lover was skinny dipping. He chuckled to himself, then went back to light the coals. When they were hot enough, Hutch placed the burgers on it. While they were cooking, he sat down in a patio chair, drinking a beer, and watching his naked lover swim.

Starsky’s head popped out of the water, noticing Hutch watching him. He decided to put on a little show for him. He kept going under, so his butt would show on the surface of the water. At other times, he’d get out of the pool, stand in all his glory, then dive back in.

Hutch was enjoying the show. He was enjoying it so much that he almost let the burgers burn. He glanced back as Starsky was climbing out of the pool, grabbing the towel.

“I hope you like well done. You distracted me with your little performance, and I almost burned the burgers.”

Starsky stood, vigorously rubbing his wet curls with the towel. “That’s fine. Are you puttin’ on cheese, right? You know I can’t eat a burger without cheese,” Starsky admitted, drying off his body.

“Oh, yeah. It’s in the fridge. Can you get it?”

“Yeah, sure.” Starsky put the towel around his neck and walked naked back into the house. There were a variety of cheese to choose from. Starsky liked American cheese on his burgers, so he grabbed a couple of slices of that. Hutch liked sharp cheddar, so he snatched a few slices and went back out.

“Can I put ‘em on now?” Starsky asked, holding a plate with the cheese slices.

“Yeah, but please be careful,” Hutch warned, because of Starsky’s nakedness. “I’ll be right back.”

Hutch went back into the kitchen. Starsky placed cheese on each burger, making sure not to get certain parts of his anatomy too close to the grill.

“Hey Starsk! When the cheese melts, take the burgers off the grill!” he yelled from the kitchen.

“Okay!”

Starsky did as he was told, laying his towel on a lounge chair, and stretched out to sun himself. He closed his eyes, relaxing when he heard the sound of a blender. He wondered what Hutch was doing in there, but he wasn’t curious enough to actually get up to find out. When he heard Hutch come out, he opened one eye and saw that he was carrying two glasses.

“What’s that?” Starsky asked, sitting up.

Hutch placed the two glasses on the table. “Come see.”

Starsky got up and stood at the table, picking up one of the glasses. “Hey! You made me a strawberry milkshake!” He took a sip. “Mmm, it’s really good!”

“Made it with real strawberries I found in the fridge.” Hutch took a sip of his own.

“What did you make?” Starsky asked, continuing to sip his shake.

“Vanilla. Hold on, I have to take the fries out of the oven and get the buns.” Hutch turned to leave and Starsky grabbed his arm.

“Lemme get it. You sit and drink your shake.” Starsky still naked went back into the house.

“Hey Starsk! Don’t forget the ketchup!” he yelled.

“Okay.”

Starsky came back with everything Hutch asked him to get, then placed them on the table.

Hutch looked up at him. “Thanks.”

Starsky sat down and noticed Hutch was frowning. “Whatsta matta?”

“Starsk, don’t you think you should put some clothes on?”

Starsky looked down at himself. “I thought you liked the sight of my naked body,” he pouted. His feelings were hurt.

“Babe, I do! You know that, but we’re getting ready to eat...and to tell you the truth...you are a bit distracting.” Hutch raised his eyebrows, smiling.

“Oh...you find my nakedness distracting, huh?” Starsky grinned.

“Yeah, I do, so why don’t we wait until later so I can really enjoy it?” Hutch grinned, leaning over to give his lover a quick kiss.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll put somethin’ on.” Starsky got up from the table and padded over to his clothes that were lying on a chair. He picked up his cut-off jeans, stepped into them, then slid them up his strong legs and over his bubble butt. He zipped them halfway up, letting a little of his pubic hair peek out.

He returned to the table, sitting down. “Is that better?” He smiled, reaching for a hamburger bun.

“Yeah...for now.” Hutch winked.

They ate lunch leisurely, enjoying their lavish surroundings and each other’s
company. After eating, they cleaned up, then Starsky was eager to get back in the pool...with Hutch.

“Come on! Let’s go swimmin’!” Starsky pulled Hutch’s arm.

Hutch let himself be pulled towards the pool.

Starsky let go of his arm and pushed down his shorts, stepping out of them. He threw them on the chair with the rest of his clothes and turned to Hutch. “Whadaya’ standin’ there for? Take off your clothes!” Starsky decided to help him along, grabbing his belt buckle.

“I can do it, I can do it,” Hutch said, taking over and opening his belt.

“I can do it, I can do it.” Starsky mimicked him, in a childish tone and placed his hands on his hips, watching.

Hutch began to remove his shirt and jeans, placing them on the same chair Starsky’s clothes were on. When Hutch got down to his underwear, he glanced at his lover. They locked eyes, as Starsky shoved his briefs down and stepped out of them-- throwing them on the chair.

Starsky winked, then dove into the pool, quickly popping back up and shaking water from his hair. Hutch dove in stark naked, so now they were officially skinny dipping. They raced each other, swimming from one end of the pool to the other.

When Hutch reached the wall first, Starsky grabbed him and playfully, pushed him down in the water. Hutch jumped up, pushing Starsky down. They frolicked in the pool for a while, until Hutch shoved him against the wall of the pool, kissing him hard.

Starsky kissed him back, reaching down to grasp Hutch’s cock. In turn, Hutch grasped Starsky’s and together they jerked each other off under the water. Starsky came first and Hutch soon after. He moved next to Starsky, folding his arms on the deck of the pool. Starsky turned and joined him.

“That’s a first for me,” Starsky admitted, looking at Hutch, panting.

“Comin’ in a pool?” Hutch asked, also panting.

“Yeah. How ‘bout you?”

Hutch thought about it. “I came on the deck of a pool once, close to the edge, but we weren’t actually in the pool. Does that count?”

“Nope,” Starsky said, placing his hands on the deck and lifting himself out of the water. He went over to the chair and grabbed his towel. Hutch jumped out after him.

“Ya’ know,” Starsky began putting the towel on his head, “we just soiled the pool with our cum. Is that as bad as peeing in it?”

“Probably, but I wouldn’t worry about it. I’m sure they’d figure we’d swim in the pool, so they’d probably have it cleaned when they got back.”

“Oh...good.” Starsky grabbed his clothes from the chair. “I’m gonna’ take a shower, to wash off the chlorine. You comin’?”

“Yeah, but I think we should dry off a little, so we won’t track water into the house.” Hutch rubbed his towel briskly over his body.

“Hutch, why don’t we rinse the chlorine off in the outdoor shower before we go upstairs?” Starsky walked over to the shower and turned it on. He stood under the spray letting the water cascade over his body.

Hutch dropped his towel and joined his lover. They rinsed off quickly and toweled off.

Starsky jogged towards the house. “Come on. Let’s go up and take a proper shower.”

Hutch nodded and jogged after him.

They got in the shower together, letting the warm water wash over their bodies. Hutch turned off the faucet and grabbed a bar of soap. He soaped up his hands, then turned to Starsky.

“Here,” Hutch turned to Starsky, handing him the soap, “soap up your hands.”

Starsky took the soap and soaped up his hands well.

Hutch rubbed his hands over Starsky’s body and Starsky followed suit.

Soon their hands moved to each other’s cocks, gently pulling, making them hard and erect.

“God that feels so good,” Hutch said, thrusting into Starsky’s fist.
“I know babe. You’re makin me feel really good too.” He thrusted himself hard and fast into Hutch’s hand.

They moved in rhythm until both were on the verge.

Starsky lifted his head, groaning loudly, sprewing cum forcefuly.

Hutch was right behind him, crying out, with cum exploding from him.

After their breathing slowed, Hutch turned the faucet back on and they rinsed off.

Starsky stepped out and went to the dresser draw, pulling out a pair of drawstring pants and a t-shirt. After slipping them on he jumped on the bed, propping his head on his hand.

“What time is it?” he asked, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “Six-thirty? I thought it was later than that. Whada’ we gonna’ do for the rest of the evening?”

Hutch put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Well, we could watch a movie?”

“Terrific!” Starsky exclaimed, walking barefoot down to the living room. Starsky looked around for the TV and didn’t see it. Hutch came into the living room and found Starsky looking around.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Where’s the TV?”

Hutch looked around and saw a large mahogany console cabinet. “That’s probably it,” Hutch said.

Starsky watched him open the doors of the cabinet, revealing a 27 inch screen.

“Wow, that’s a big screen!” Starsky crouched down to take a look, then noticed the machine sitting on top of the cabinet.

“Hey Hutch! I think this is one of those Betamax machines I heard about! Man, whoever lives here must be really rich. These things are really expensive!”

Hutch crouched down next to Starsky. “What does it do?”

“It records and plays movies. Let’s see if they got any.”

There was a large leather box next to the machine. Starsky opened it, discovering all the Betamax movies inside. He sat crisscrossed, as he took out a few, reading the titles. Hutch got up and sat on a nearby chair.

“The Third Man, The Maniac, Dr. Strangelove, and three episodes of the Night Gallery. Hey, they got A Night At the Opera!”

“What’s that?” Hutch asked, taking the box from Starsky, reading it.

“What’s that?! It’s only the greatest Marx Brothers movie ever made!” Starsky exclaimed.

Hutch made a face. “I was never really into the Marx Brothers.” He handed the movie back to Starsky.

Starsky stood up. “Well, we’re gonna’ watch it. This movie is great and you’re gonna’ love it, I promise.”

He took the tape out of the box. He figured out how to turn on the TV and where to put the tape. He ran from the living room and into the kitchen.

“We need popcorn! They gotta have some.” Starsky looked through every cabinet until he found it. “Bingo! I found some Jiffy Pop. I’ll pop it up.”

Starsky turned on one of the burners, placing the Jiffy Pop pan on it. He began to shake the pan, until he heard the kernels pop. After a few minutes, the aluminum foil started to rise and expand. Once the kernels stopped popping, he grabbed a plate and removed it from the burner. He placed the piping hot pan on the plate and took it into the living room-- where Hutch was waiting for him on the couch.

“It’s ready!” Starsky shouted, putting the plate on the coffee table. He turned on the Betamax machine, then sat down next to Hutch. He grabbed the pan of Jiffy Pop, opening it carefully, as the steam escaped from the hot foil. The wonderful aroma of fresh popped popcorn filled the room. Starsky sat back on the couch, placing his bare feet on the table.

“You’re gonna love this movie!” He grabbed a hand full of popcorn and placed the popcorn between him and Hutch.

Hutch glanced at him, smiling. It always made him feel good to see Starsky so excited about something. He had this child-like enthusiasm about things, that made him so endearing. It didn’t matter that Hutch wasn’t interested in watching this movie. Just being here with his lover was enjoyment enough.

Starsky put his bare feet on the table, then they both settled down to watch the movie.

When the movie ended, Hutch was surprised that he really enjoyed it. He actually laughed out loud more than once.

Starsky pulled out the tape, placed it back in the box and turned to Hutch. “You liked it didn’t ya’? I heard ya’ laughin,” Starsky grinned.

“Yeah, it was very funny,” Hutch admitted.

“See, I told ya’ you’d like it. What part do you think was the funniest?”

Hutch thought about it. “The scene when they all piled into the cabin.”

“Yeah, then that woman opened the door and they all fell out,” Starsky laughed and got up, stretched and rubbed his belly. “Hey, I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”

“We just ate popcorn.”

“That was popcorn-- I want real food. Let’s see what’s in the kitchen.” Starsky walked barefoot to the kitchen and looked in the frig. Hutch came in behind him.

“Ya’ see anythin’ good?” Hutch asked, leaning on the counter, propping his chin on his hand.

“Yeah. This fridge is chock full of good stuff.” Starsky pulled out an assortment of deli meat, wrapped in wax paper. He spread them out on the counter.

“How does sandwiches sound?” he asked, turning to Hutch.

“Sounds good. I’ll see what kind of bread they have.”

Hutch saw a bread box on the counter and opened it. There was an assortment of bread. He chose a loaf of Ciabatta and placed it on a cutting board. After pulling a knife out of the knife block, he began to slice the bread into semi thick slices.

Starsky opened the wax paper and saw a variety of meats: turkey breast, ham off the bone, roast beef, chicken breast, salami, prosciutto and pastrami. “Boy oh boy! This is really somethin’! I haven’t seen this much deli meat since my Uncle Jimmy took me in the kitchen of our neighborhood deli to watch them make the sandwiches.”

Hutch looked at all the meat with a frown. He hated eating a lot of processed food, especially deli meat. He did from time to time, especially when he didn’t have a choice. Hutch decided that the least processed of them all would be the turkey breast, so he chose that for his sandwich. He took two plates from the cabinet and put two slices of bread on each plate.

“I don’t know which meat to choose, so I’m gonna’ make a sandwich with all of ‘em.” Starsky slapped his hands together, rubbing them vigorously with excitement. “Hey, we forgot the condiments!”

Starsky opened the fridge again and took out a jar of mayonnaise and a jar of mustard, placing them on the counter. He got a knife and dipped it into the mayonnaise, spreading it liberally on one slice of bread. He wiped off the knife, dipped it into the mustard, spread it on the other slice and piled the meat on the bread.

Hutch stood watching him with a distasteful look on his face. When Starsky picked up the pastrami, Hutch had to say something...

“I thought you said to never put mayonnaise on pastrami. You made a big deal that time when I put mayonnaise on your pastrami sandwich.”

Starsky looked at his emerging creation, tilting his head to the side. “Yeah, I said that, but in this case it’s not just a pastrami sandwich. There’s a lot of different kinds of meat, so using mayonnaise is fine.” He continued to pile on the meat.

Hutch kept the frown on his handsome features. “Mayonnaise and mustard? Isn’t that breaking some kind of sandwich rule?”

Starsky glanced at his lover. “There’s no actual rules...per say, but there is an unwritten protocol to eating a proper pastrami sandwich, at least in New York.” He shrugged.

Starsky finally finished his sandwich and placed the other slice on top. The meat was piled so high that the bread kept sliding off.

“I wonder if there’s any toothpicks?” Starsky opened drawers looking for some.

“Forget a toothpick, you’re gonna’ need a wooden dowel to get through all that,” Hutch said shaking his head.

Starsky made a face at him and gave up looking. Hutch spread mustard on his bread, added a couple of slices of turkey and covered it with the other slice of bread. He looked at Starsky’s sandwich scowling.

Starsky looked at Hutch’s sandwich, somewhat shocked. “Is that all the meat you’re puttin’ on it? There’s so many choices.”

“I know Starsk, but this is all I want, okay.” Hutch sounded a little annoyed.

“Yeah, sure. You eat what you want.”

“Thank you.” Hutch took his sandwich to the table and sat down.

Starsky watched him, then picked up his masterpiece and carefully placed it on the table. “You want somethin’ to drink?”

“Yeah-- a beer,” Hutch said, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“There’s a lot of different kinds,” Starsky announced, peering inside a section of the enormous refrigerator.

“You know what I like.”

“Yeah, I do, but what kinda’ beer do ya’ like?” Starsky imitated Groucho Marx, complete with waving a pretend cigar near his mouth.

Hutch gave him a blank stare. Starsky shrugged and searched for a bottle of Heineken. When he found it, he took out two, placing one in front of Hutch and one at his spot. He sat down and attacked his sandwich. Hutch sat watching him with an unpleasant look.
Starsky noticed it and put down his sandwich. “What?”

“Nothin’,” Hutch took another bite of his sandwich.

“No. It’s somethin’. What is it?” Starsky insisted.

Hutch chewed, swallowed, then glanced at his lover. “That.” He said, pointing at Starsky’s sandwich, with disdain.

Starsky looked down at his sandwich, dumbfounded. “What? My sandwich? What’s wrong with it?”

“Starsk, there’s all kinds of things wrong with that sandwich.”

“What? Too much meat?” Starsky asked, innocently.

“Yes, too much meat-- too much processed meat.”

Starsky rolled his eyes. He loved salami and Hutch refused to have it in his apartment and would throw it out if he saw it in Starsky’s. It got to the point where Starsky would hide it whenever Hutch came over.

“Hutch, I know processed meat is bad for ya’-- Lord knows you’ve told me that a thousand times, but I don’t eat it often-- you’ve also seen to that.”

Starsky looked at Hutch with large cobalt eyes, trying to look pitiful so Hutch wouldn’t be angry with him for eating the meat.

Hutch narrowed his eyes at him, then smiled. “Fine, but you’d better really enjoy that sandwich, because it’ll be your last for a very long time.”

Starsky saluted saying, “Yes sir!”

Hutch hated to deny Starsky the things he liked, but most of the things he liked were bad for him. He had to curb his sugar habit. They made a deal a while ago that Starsky would only eat two candy bars a week, not every day like he was.

Starsky hated to be deprived of his favorite things to eat, but in the long run-- he knew Hutch was only looking out for his health.

Hutch wanted him to be around as long as possible. It was bad enough that their lives were threatened almost on a daily basis because of their jobs. The last thing he wanted was for Starsky to drop dead from something because of his diet.

Starsky devoured his sandwich, savoring every bite. When he and Hutch were done, they put all the food away and cleaned up the kitchen. Starsky stood up, let out a loud burp, patting his stomach.

Hutch glared at him. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, I did,” he grinned.

Hutch yawned. “I’m getting tired. Let’s head up to bed.”

Starsky nodded and followed Hutch up the stairs. They got out of their clothes and crawled into bed, naked. After cuddling in silence for a while, Hutch yawned loudly.

“You’re really tired, huh?” Starsky asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, aren’t you?”

“Kinda, but...”

“Look Starsk-- I know you want to have sex tonight, but I’m really tired. We’ll be here the whole day tomorrow. We’ll not leaving until Monday morning, so can ya’ wait until tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure. Let’s get some sleep.”

Just as Hutch was about to reach up to turn off the lamp, he felt a hand gently stroking his penis.

“Starsky! I said not tonight!”

“Okay, okay!!” Starsky leaned up, to give Hutch a quick kiss to apologize and turned over.

Hutch smiled down at him, turned off the lamp and they settled down to sleep.

Chapter Eleven

The next morning, Hutch woke up to an empty bed. He scowled and slipped on the sweats he’d wore the night before, then padded out the bedroom. He heard noises coming from the kitchen, so he headed downstairs. When he got there, he was taken aback by the breath-taking sight before him. Starsky was wearing nothing but an apron. His back was turned, so Hutch had a perfect view of his lover’s magnificent naked ass.

Hutch tipped toed behind Starsky and wrapped his arms around him.

Starsky looked back, smiling. “Mornin’. Did I wake ya’?”

“No, but if I wasn’t, the sight of you in that apron would have done the trick.” Hutch nuzzled his neck.

“You like the apron?”

“I like what’s inside the apron or should I say, what’s peeking out of the apron.” Hutch continued to kiss his neck.

Starsky playfully pulled away, but Hutch had a firm hold on his waist.

“Hutch, stop. I gotta’ finish breakfast,” Starsky giggled, moving out of his lover’s grasp.

“Hell, I got all the breakfast I want right here.” Hutch nibbled on his earlobe, then knelt down on the floor to tenderly bite one of Starsky’s ass cheeks.

“Ow! Starsky yelped, turned around and leaning his back against the counter. Hutch got up and held his face, giving him a bruising kiss. Starsky moaned into his mouth.

“Hutch, can I finish breakfast, so we could eat, please? I’m hungry. Afterwards, we can continue where you left off, okay?”

Hutch smiled and backed away from his lover. “Fine, but it’s not fair that you walk around wearin’ nothin’ but an apron and I have to suffer because you have to make breakfast.” Hutch went to stand in the doorway.

“I’m sorry. Do you want me to go up and put something on?” Starsky asked, suddenly feeling like wearing the apron like that was a bad idea.

“Don’t you dare!” Hutch yelled, walking back to Starsky, nuzzling his neck again. “I promise to behave myself…until we eat.”

Hutch let go of Starsky with groan. “I’ll go up and take a shower. Call me when it’s ready.” He ran up the stairs to the bathroom.

Starsky smiled, then went back to scrambling the eyes.

When Hutch returned to the kitchen, Starsky was setting the table and not wearing the apron. He changed into his denim cut offs and a white baseball with blue sleeves. “Just in time. I made pancakes, sausage and eggs.”

Hutch looked from the food to Starsky. “I see you made all your favorites.” Hutch sat at the table appearing a bit miserable.

“Not all my favorites.”

Starsky got a bowl, went over to a pot on the stove, took off the lid, and started ladling something steaming hot into it. He brought the bowl over to his lover and placed it in front of him.

Hutch glanced down at it, with a big grin. “Oatmeal! You made me oatmeal!”

“Yep, and--” Starsky went to the fridge, took out a bowl of fresh fruit, and placed it on the table next to the oatmeal.

“Fresh fruit!” He grinned at Starsky, placing a napkin on his lap. “This is really nice of you Starsk. Thanks.” Hutch spooned some fruit on top of his oatmeal.

Starsky went back to the stove and plated up his breakfast. “Hey, it’s nothin’. Besides, I didn’t want you goin’ hungry because you refuse to eat my breakfast.” He placed his full plate on the table and sat down.

Hutch glanced at Starsky’s plate but decided not to make a comment. After all, this trip was a celebration of Starsky getting over his cyst ordeal. He deserved to have fun and eat what he enjoyed...just for a few days anyway.

They finished breakfast, cleaned up the dishes, then Hutch turned to Starsky. “So, what happened to the apron?” he asked, leaning against the kitchen island with his arms folded.

Starsky shrugged. “Well, you were upset when you saw me in it, so I took it off.”

Hutch moved closer to his lover, capturing him in his arms. “Babe, I wasn’t upset. I just hated that I couldn’t partake in the sexiness that is you, right then and there.” Hutch trailed kisses down Starsky’s neck, then lifted his shirt to kiss his chest, and belly. He sunk to his knees, pulled down his zipper to reveal his belly button and stuck his tongue inside. Starsky’s head went back and he let out a moan.

He pulled Starsky’s shorts down to his thighs, noticing his cock bobbing in his face. Hutch quickly licked the tip, tasting pre-cum, then grabbed Starsky’s waist and hoisted him up on the island. He pulled Starsky’s shorts all the way off and spread his legs wide.

Starsky silently watched the whole proceedings, as Hutch placed a hand on either side of Starsky and leaned down to capture his cock in his mouth.

Starsky whimpered, shutting his eyes tight. Hutch moved his mouth up and down on his cock-- deep throating him-- from base to tip.

Starsky put his hands on Hutch’s head, caressing the silky, golden hair. “Ahhh Hutch! That feels so fuckin’ good!”

Hutch didn’t pause to respond, he just kept going. Soon, he could tell his lover was close, so he removed his mouth and grasped Starsky’s cock. He pumped it until Starsky came and came hard. Hutch leaned down to capture most of it in his mouth, swallowing.

Starsky’s breathing slowed and he opened his eyes looking down at his lover.

Hutch stood up, licking Starsky off his lips and smiled. “Did you like that?”

“Do I really have to answer that? Wasn’t it evident?” He grinned, hopping off the island, and reaching to pick up his discarded shorts. He pulled them on and turned looking at the surface of the island, then at Hutch.

“Um...I don’t think this is what the people who owns this house thought someone would be doing on their kitchen island.” Starsky gave him an embarrassed smile.

Hutch snickered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, if we removed every trace of what happened, they would never know. Come on. Let’s start cleaning.”

Hutch searched the cabinets for bleach or Lysol. Starsky found some towels and they both went to work, vigorously cleaning and disinfecting the island. When they were done, Starsky was beat and went into the living, throwing himself down on the couch. He glanced up at Hutch when he came in to join him.

“Ya’ know, before I was so physically assaulted, I was gonna’ suggest we go for a run.”

Hutch turned his head to look at him. “And now?”

Starsky laid his head back on the back of the couch, sighing. “Well, now...I’m way too tired. You took a lot out of me.” He grinned.

“It’s still early-- maybe we can go later.”

Starsky nodded, closing his eyes. “I think I’m gonna’ take a quick nap.” He curled up on the couch, placing his head on Hutch’s lap.

Hutch gave him a sweet smile, petting his head, then reached down grabbing a magazine from under the coffee table. He put his feet up and began to read. Occasionally Starsky would stir and snore. Hutch looked warmly at this lover, caressing the dark curls, soothing him.

After about a half an hour, Hutch needed to go to the bathroom. He didn’t want to disturb his sleeping lover, but he really had to go, so he carefully slid from under his head. He replaced his lap with a pillow, carefully placing it under Starsky’s head. He got up and looked back to see that Starsky was still asleep, so he ambled barefoot towards the downstairs bathroom.

Starsky stirred, stretching, and rubbing his face. He sat up, noticing that he was alone on the couch. He knew Hutch was with him when he fell asleep, so he got up and called out to him.

“Hutch! Where are ya’!” He yelled, roaming through hallway. “Hey Hutch!”

Starsky suddenly stopped and peered through glass French door that led out to a patio. He saw Hutch, so he pulled the doors open and walked outside barefoot. He immediately saw his lover crouching down in the garden, examining a plant. When Starsky approached, he glanced back and got up.

“Here ya’ are. I’ve been lookin’ all over for ya’.”

“Yeah, I had to go to the bathroom, then I started wondering around to check out the place.”

Starsky looked around. “Wow! This is really beautiful!” he exclaimed, sniffing a flower.

“It is. There must be at least twenty different kinds of plants here.”

Starsky wandered around the garden, but after about ten minutes he was done and wanted to do something else.

“How ‘bout goin’ for a run now?” he asked, running in place.

“Okay, but I think you’d better put on some sneakers, unless you’re planning on running barefoot.”

Starsky looked down at his feet. “Oh, yeah.”

They both ran upstairs to the bedroom, to put on their running shoes. Hutch also changed out of his sweats and into a pair of red running shorts and a gray sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off.

Starsky opened the front door, went outside and noticed the steep hill that led down the driveway.

Hutch came outside and stood next to him. “Whatcha’ lookin’ at?”

“All I see is this long driveway, leading to who knows where.” Starsky walked halfway down the driveway, throwing his hands up in frustration. “There’s nothin’-- no streets.”

Hutch looked around. “Starsk, we’re in the Hollywood Hills. Hills being the operative word. Besides, there’s a road. We drove up it to get here, remember?”

Starsky walked up the driveway back to Hutch, shaking his head. “I don’t know how about this. We’re used to running on city streets or in the park.”

“Starsk, don’t worry about it. It’ll be a little challenging, but I think we can do it.”

Starsky gave Hutch an apprehensive look and shrugged-- “Okay, if you think so, I’ll try.”

Hutch smiled, placing both hands on Starsky’s shoulders, squeezing them for confidence. He locked the door, put the key back in the plant where he found it and took off jogging down the path. It was mostly downhill, but they occasionally ran into steep ones. After encountering a particularly arduous one, they both were breathing hard. Hutch was bent over with his hands on his knees.

Starsky was behind him with one hand on his knee and the other resting on Hutch’s back. “Hutch, I... can’t...go... any... further,” he panted.

Hutch leaned up to look where they were. He was taken a back by the breathtaking view of the surrounding Hollywood Hills.

Starsky stood beside him also noticing the view. “Wow, we’re really high up,” Starsky remarked, making sure he wasn’t too close to the edge.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it? Absolutely beautiful.” Hutch grinned.

“Yeah, it is.” Starsky looked back at the path where they came from. “It’s a long way back down. Don’tcha think we should head back?”

Hutch agreed, then they both began the trip back down the hill. As they got closer to the house, the path became more and more precipitous. Starsky was breathing hard and had to stop. He noticed a large boulder on the side of the path, so he went right to it, and sat down. Hutch looked back and jogged over to him and sat on part of it.

“Oh my God…how… much… further… do we have… ta’ go?” Starsky was finding it hard to catch his breath.

Hutch wasn’t doing much better. “It shouldn’t be too much further,” he panted.

After sitting for a bit, they both had a second wind, so they got up and continued onward and upward. They managed to keep going until they saw the front door of the house. Starsky crawled the last few steps and fell, sprawling out on the well-manicured front lawn. Hutch stood over him, kicking his foot.

“Starsk, come on, get up.” He leaned down, extending his hand.

Starsky rolled onto his back, grabbed Hutch’s hand, and was pulled to his feet.

“Let’s go inside.” Hutch put an arm around his shoulder, walking him inside.

Starsky fell onto the couch and Hutch did the same in a nearby chair. After about fifteen minutes, Starsky lifted his head, to look over at Hutch.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah, but the last thing I want to do is make somethin’,” Hutch said, keeping his eyes closed.

“Then whada’ we gonna’ eat?” Starsky asked, sitting up, placing his feet on the floor.

“I dunno’. You fix somethin’.”

“Me? You really want me to do that?” Starsky blinked.

“No, but what else are we gonna’ do?”

Starsky thought about it. “I got it! We can have somethin’ delivered! He exclaimed, adding, “Rich people do get food delivered, right?”

Hutch opened his eyes, lifting his head. “I’m sure they do, but who are we gonna’ call? We need a takeout menu.”

Starsky got up and went into the kitchen. Hutch heard draws opening and closing. After a few seconds, Starsky emerged with two menus.

“I found a Chinese one and an Italian one. I vote for Italian. I’m in the mood for pizza with pepperoni, sausage, olives, mushrooms, and extra cheese.” After his decision, Starsky sat back to the couch with his feet on the table.

Hutch scowled, reaching out for the menu to take a look at it. He wasn’t much of a fan of Italian food because he found it oily and very high in carbohydrates. He tried to find something he wanted to eat and found a few salad choices. He decided on a green salad with no processed meat, mostly vegetables and provolone cheese.

“Are you orderin’ or me?” Hutch asked.

“Well, you’re holdin’ the menu,” Starsky smiled, with his eyes closed.

Hutch walked over to the phone and just when someone answered, he realized that he hadn’t memorized the address.

“Can you hold for a few seconds, please?” he asked, covering the receiver with his hand.

“Starsk, run outside and get the address of this place.”

Starsky ran out the door. In a second or two, he came back in, telling Hutch the address. Hutch told them, then hung up and walked back to the chair, dropping in it.

“They said give it about thirty to forty minutes.”

Starsky made a face. “That long!”

Hutch shrugged, then he said, “Hey, I’ve got an idea-- why don’t we get out of these sweaty, stinky clothes?

Starsky regarded himself, sniffed his armpit and frowned. “That’s a good idea and by the time we’re done, the food should be here.”

They got up slowly climbing the stairs, obviously still not recovered from their jog. They got to the top, they started stripping off their clothes as they entered the bathroom. They left them in a big pile on the floor and stepped into the huge shower stall together.

Starsky was really hungry, and he didn’t want to risk not hearing the delivery guy, so he washed himself quickly. He got out of the stall, dried himself and left Hutch alone. Starsky padded naked into the bedroom, put on a pair of drawstring pants and a t-shirt, then ran downstairs to the living room. He sat in a chair that was the closest to the door and waited.

Starsky figured it was over forty minutes by now, so he was beginning to get anxious, as to where the delivery guy was. Being in this house, on the top of the world, Starsky thought maybe the guy couldn’t find it or got lost. He got up from the chair and peered out of the window. He didn’t notice Hutch coming down the stairs. Hutch walked barefoot over to him and stood right behind him, whispering in his ear...

“Do you see ‘em?”

Starsky startled, almost hitting Hutch in the face. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” He held his chest, panting.

Hutch laughed and noticed someone walking up to the front door. “He’s here,” he announced, turning to open it. Starsky was right behind him to welcome the food.

Starsky quickly took the pizza box and the salad from the guy. He turned to place it on the coffee table, while Hutch paid him. Hutch turned away from the door and found Starsky already digging into the pizza. He took out a slice, blew on it, then took a large bite. As he pulled it away from his mouth, a string of cheese followed.

“Starsk, you couldn’t wait?” Hutch asked, picking up his salad, and sitting in the chair.

“No, I said I was hungry,” Starsky mumbled, with a mouth full of pizza. He glanced at his lover. “Hutch, you sure ya’ don’t wanna’ slice? It’s really good!”

“No, I’m good,” he said, picking up a fork full of salad and putting it in his mouth.

“Ya’ know,” Starsky continued, after wiping sauce off his mouth with a napkin. “Mushrooms, olives and tomatoes are good for ya’.”

Hutch smirked. “Oh yeah? What about the rest of it? The pepperoni, sausage and the extra cheese?”

Starsky shrugged. “Well, I think the good stuff balances out the bad stuff.” He took a bite out of his second slice.

“Starsk, I don’t believe that, just like I didn’t believe it when you said a burrito was good for me.”

“Whatever.” Starsky dismissed what he said, then remembered something...“Hey, we didn’t get anything ta’ drink.”

“There’s more beer in the fridge,” Hutch offered.

“Terrific!” Starsky jumped up and ran to the kitchen. He took two beers out and jogged back, putting them on the table. They ate in silence, until Starsky let out a loud burp. Hutch frowned at his lover.

“Excuse me,” he uttered, shyly.

Hutch sighed, then went back to eating his salad. Starsky managed to finish off half the pie, before calling it quits. He sat back on the couch rubbing his full belly, then looked over at Hutch.

“It’s our last night here. I’m gonna’ really miss this place-- livin’ like the rich. What do you think the owners of this house do for a livin’?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It could be a number of things,” Hutch answered, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Like what?”

“Well, they could be in show business, real estate, investments or they could have inherited the money.”

“Well, all I know is we’re in the wrong business,” Starsky said, with a little melancholy.

“Are you sayin’ you wish you weren’t a cop?”

“Sometimes. Don’t you?”

“Yeah, sometimes, but bein’ a cop is a passion. I love helping people and savin’ them from the bad guys. I thought you did too.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I love bein’ a cop, it’s just that sometimes I wish we were better compensated, ya’ know?”

“Yeah...I know.”

Hutch got up from the chair, to sit beside Starsky on the couch. He placed a hand on the side of his face and looked deeply into his lover’s eyes. “If you weren’t a cop, we probably would never had met and my life wouldn’t be as amazing as it is right now.” Unshed tears were in his eyes.

Starsky took his hand off his cheek and brought it to his lips, kissing it tenderly.

“Babe, no matter what either of us decided to do for a living, we would have found each other.” Starsky leaned in, giving him a kiss that quickly became passionate. He broke the kiss, gazing into Hutch’s eyes. “Ya’ know, this is our last night here and we still haven’t christened the bed yet.”

Hutch saw his mischievous grin. “No, we haven’t.”

Starsky got up from the couch, taking Hutch’s hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom. Hutch raised his arms to let Starsky remove his shirt. Starsky did the same to him. He untied the string on Starsky’s pants and pushed them down to his feet. Starsky stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way, then he pushed Hutch’s sweats down, and Hutch stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.

They both stood naked, with desire in their eyes and Starsky pushed Hutch backwards onto the bed. He quickly got on top of Hutch, straddling his hips, genitals to genitals. Starsky grabbed Hutch’s wrists, putting them over his head. He looked down into Hutch’s eyes, smiled, gyrating his hips. Hutch closed his eyes, taking in a sharp breath.

“You like this, huh?”

Hutch nodded.

“Open your eyes and answer me.” Starsky commanded.

Hutch obeyed. “Yes, I like this...I like it a lot,” he panted.

“Good, then you’re gonna’ really like this. Keep your hands over your head.”

Starsky moved slowly down Hutch’s body, letting his hands follow. Hutch’s legs spread apart to give Starsky room between them. As he moved down, his tongue left a trail of moisture across the hot skin of Hutch’s chest and belly. When Starsky’s mouth was hovering directly over Hutch’s genitals, he placed his hands on Hutch’s chest, pinching both nipples at the same time. Hutch arched up and let out a loud grunt. Immediately, the sharp pain from the pinch was replaced with a gentle massage-- easing the pain.

Starsky kept his hands on Hutch’s chest, while he licked the underside of his cock and balls. Hutch’s cock was hard, lying against his belly and Starsky took the head into his mouth. He slowly moved his mouth down the shaft, then back up to the tip, occasionally pinching his nipples at the same time.

Hutch was writhing, his head twisting from side to side. He managed to keep his hands above his head by grabbing hold of the brass bars of the headboard. Finally, Starsky took his hands off Hutch’s chest and placed one at the base of his cock and the other on his balls. He fondled his balls while rubbing his hand up and down Hutch’s cock. Starsky looked up, watching his lover’s face. It was an expression of complete and utter ecstasy. Suddenly Starsky stopped, sat back on his heels between his legs, waiting for Hutch to open his eyes. Hutch saw a radiant smiling face looking at him.

“Do you want this beautiful cock inside me?” Starsky’s voice was raspy with need.

Hutch nodded. “Yes, I want that so bad.”

Starsky smiled, then moved off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Hutch lifted his head, to see where Starsky went. When Starsky came back, he was holding a jar of Vaseline. He straddled Hutch’s hips, putting a big dollop in his palm. He began to rub it on Hutch’s erection, making it even harder. Starsky got off Hutch and bent over so his ass was high in the air. He wanted Hutch to watch him put Vaseline on his finger, push it deep inside, then sensually move it in and out of his tight hole.

Properly lubed, Starsky turned back around and squatted over his lover’s cock. He grasped it, placing the tip at his lubed, puckered hole. He placed his hands on Hutch’s chest, took in a deep breath, then slowly sank down allowing the tip to breach the ring of muscle. He grunted, making sure to open his anus to allow for Hutch’s size and girth.

Hutch wanted to thrust up, but from past experience, he knew Starsky didn’t tolerate that. He wanted to be in control of the pace that he was being impaled. Starsky slid down Hutch’s cock. His ass reached the base and Starsky glanced into his lover’s eyes. They both exchanged a silent communication, then Starsky began to move up and down on Hutch’s cock.

Soon, the lovers were moaning loudly. Starsky kept gazing into Hutch’s eyes, as he moved on his cock. Hutch took one of his hands off the headboard and reached up to caress the side of Starsky’s face. He stopped moving, as Hutch’s thumb ran across his lips. Starsky opened his mouth and took in the thumb, sucking it. When Hutch removed it, Starsky dove down, capturing his mouth with a passionate kiss. He leaned back up, continuing to move up and down on his cock, moving even faster. Hutch grimaced as he felt his impending orgasm approach.

“Starsk! Oh God!” Hutch yelled.

Sweat fell from Starsky’s nose, landing on Hutch’s face. Starsky’s erect cock bobbed up and down rhythmically with his motion. Suddenly, Hutch felt Starsky’s rectum tighten around his cock, as his climax approached. Starsky’s cock exploded, spewing cum, almost hitting himself in the face. He was spent, but Hutch still needed to come, so he resumed the up and down motion on his cock. After a few more seconds, it was Hutch’s turn. He grunted loudly, his body stiffened, and his eyes shut tight. Starsky felt his ass being filled with his lover’s semen. He raised up, letting Hutch’s now limp cock slide out of him and he fell onto his back, exhausted.

Both were completely sated. Hutch had one arm over his eyes, his chest heaving. Starsky recovered first, turning onto his stomach with his chin propped up on his hands.

“How ya’ doin’?” Starsky asked, watching his lover.

Hutch removed his arm from his eyes and put it behind his head. “Great! You?”

“It was touch and go for a minute, but I’m terrific now,” Starsky grinned.

Hutch sat up and slid back against the headboard. “Do you think we’ve christened the bed enough?” He smiled.

“Oh, more than enough.” Starsky rolled onto his back, drawing one leg up with his hands resting on his stomach and his eyes closed.

Hutch crawled over and sat watching him silently. His lover’s body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and his spent cock was resting against his thigh. Starsky felt the mattress move and opened one eye to look at him. Hutch was still looking at him with a warm smile. Starsky opened the other one, and they gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment. He searched Hutch’s eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

“What?” Starsky smiled.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful and sexy. I can’t get enough of that ass of yours and those gorgeous thick curls.” Hutch put his hand behind Starsky’s head, lifting it to plant a kiss on his lips.

Starsky reached up, touching the side of Hutch’s face, rubbing his thumb tenderly against his cheek.

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I thought that the first time I laid eyes on you. I knew I had to figure out a way to make you mine,” Starsky grinned, leaning up to give Hutch a deep kiss.

“It’s official-- we both really dig each other-- that’s good considering what we just did.” Hutch grinned, caressing Starsky’s curls. Starsky pushed his head against his hand, like a contented feline.

“So, whada’ we gonna’ do now?” Starsky asked, peering up at his lover.

“Well, it’s getting pretty late and we’re heading home tomorrow.”

Starsky let out a loud groan, sitting up, cross-legged on the bed. “Why do we have to go tomorrow? Can’t we stay just one more night?” He beseeched.

“Starsk, I wish we could, but we have to get back. We told Dobey we’d be back tomorrow morning.” Hutch got off the bed and padded into the bathroom.

Starsky was sitting on the side of the bed when Hutch came back into the bedroom. Hutch walked over to him.

“How’s your arm doin’?” he asked, lifting Starsky’s arm to take a look.

“It’s fine-- back to normal,” he grinned.

“You’re gonna have a scar,” Hutch frowned.

“Like I told the doctor, it’s just one more of many.” Starsky got up and walked barefoot into the bathroom. When he came out, Hutch was opening the closet, looking for something.

“Whadaya’ lookin’ for?” Starsky asked, leaning against the door frame, arms folded, with his ankles crossed.

“I’m lookin’ for some sheets, so we can change the bedding.”

“Why? We’re goin’ home tomorrow. Let them do it.”

“Starsk, I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to sleep in semen. Come on, help me look?”

Starsky moved from the doorway and started opening all the cabinets where they might be.

“Can’t we just sleep on a clean area? The bed is big enough.”

Hutch stopped and frowned at his sometimes-lazy lover. Starsky looked at him, shrugged, then continued to look for them. He went in the hallway, opened a door, and found them. He took out a fresh fitted sheet and a top sheet, then padded naked back into the bedroom.

“Found ‘em,” Starsky said, putting them on the bed.

“Don’t put ‘em there-- we’re changin’ the bed.”

Starsky rolled his eyes, then laid them on a nearby chair. On Hutch’s instruction, they began to pull off the soiled sheets and put on the fresh ones. When they were done, Starsky bent down and picked up the soiled sheets.

“We’re we puttin’ these?”

“There should be a hamper somewhere. Check the bathroom.”

Starsky walked back in the bathroom and searched the large room to find a hamper. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a handle on the wall. He pulled it and discovered the hamper. He threw the sheets into it and went back to the bedroom.

“Hey, you’ll never guess where the hamper was?”

Hutch looked back. “Where?”

“Inside the wall. Man, the rich really do things different.” Starsky jumped on the fresh sheets.

“Starsk, those are fresh sheets. Don’t ya’ think you should take a shower first, to wash off all the sweat and cum?” Hutch suggested.

Starsky made a face, then dragged himself off the bed. “Okay, Mr. Clean.”

Starsky went back into the bathroom, with Hutch following close behind. They took a quick shower, dried each other off and strolled their freshly cleaned naked bodies back into the bedroom. This time, they each put on pajama bottoms and Hutch crawled into bed. Starsky was still standing, contemplating something.

“What’s wrong?”

“Maybe we should pack now so we don’t have to get up early to do it?” Starsky asked, looking around the room.

“We didn’t bring that much, so we can do it in the morning. Come to bed.”

Starsky crawled on the bed, got under the covers, and turned on his side. Hutch was unhappy.

“You’re not gonna’ say good-night?”

Starsky turned onto his back, reached up, grabbed the back of Hutch’s head and pulled him down. He gave him a bruising kiss, then pushed him back up.

“There, how’s that for sayin’ good-night?” Starsky grinned.

Hutch blinked him, then gave him a goofy grin. “Um...that’s...ah...great,” he stammered.

“Thought so.” Starsky rolled back on his side, covered his head with the covers, and fell asleep.

Hutch smiled, then went to sleep.

Chapter Twelve

Hutch was up before Starsky. He had packed for the both of them, so Starsky could sleep a little longer. Hutch got dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast. After a while, he heard stirring coming from upstairs-- he knew Starsky was finally up.

“Hey Hutch! You down there?”

“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen makin’ breakfast!”

“I’m gonna take a quick shower, get dressed, then I’ll be down!”

“Okay!” Hutch yelled.

When Starsky finished his shower, he noticed that Hutch had packed up all their stuff. He smiled and began to get dressed. Hutch had laid out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on the bed for him to put on. It seems he forgot underwear, but Starsky didn’t care-- he’s gone commando many times before.

Starsky went downstairs in his socks and found Hutch putting plates on the table. He looked up when Starsky came in the kitchen...

“Just in time. Can you get the orange juice out of the fridge and pour it into glasses?” Hutch asked.

“Sure.” Starsky poured juice into two glasses and put the bottle back in the fridge. “Need help with anything else?”

“Yeah.” Hutch handed Starsky two plates- one with bacon and one with scrambled eggs. “Put these on the table and I’ll bring the plate of toast.”

Starsky placed the plates on the table and sat down, rubbing his hands together. “Boy, am I hungry!” Starsky exclaimed, grabbing four slices of bacon and putting them on his plate.

Hutch placed the place of toast on the table, then reached for two slices of bacon.

While holding a serving spoon of eggs, Starsky stopped midway to look at Hutch in shock. “You’re eatin’ bacon?”

Hutch rolled his eyes. “Yes, Starsk, I’m eatin’ bacon. Do you have a problem with that?”

Starsky shook his head. “No, not at all-- have at it.”

“Thank you,” Hutch replied.

After breakfast, Starsky helped Hutch clean up and wash the dishes, then he strolled into living room. He stood in the center, looking around. Hutch came up next to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He noticed his melancholy expression.

“Starsk, I know it’ll be hard to leave this place, but we have to go back to our lives. Besides, the people who actually live here will be coming back.” Hutch squeezed him tighter.

Starsky sighed. “I know. Come on, let’s get outta here.”

Starsky climbed the stairs with Hutch following, so they could get all their stuff and leave. They put their bags in the trunk of the car and Starsky got in the driver’s seat. Hutch locked the door, then put the key back in the plant. He got in, Starsky sped down the driveway, back to their lives.

Chapter Thirteen

Starsky didn’t really say much the whole way back to the station. Apparently, he was still feeling down about leaving their lavish weekend lifestyle. The last thing Hutch wanted was for Starsky to return unhappy. Once he parked the car in front of the station, Starsky just sat staring out of the front window. Hutch glanced at him for a moment before speaking.

“Starsk. I promise, we’ll do somethin’ like this again soon,” Hutch vowed.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m sure Huggy can come up with another place.”

Starsky thought about it for a moment. “Nah, it’s okay.”

“No, really. I’d like to come back to a place like that too. It’s good to live like the rich, if only for a few days,” Hutch admitted.

“Well, if you really want to, then it’s fine with me,” he smiled.

“Then it’s settled. Maybe in a few months, I’ll ask Huggy to find us another place.”

“Hey-- maybe Huggy could find us someplace near the beach next time,” Starsky suggested, enthusiastically.

“Well, I already live pretty close to the beach,” Hutch informed him.

‘”I know, but it’s not the same. I wanna go to someplace nice.” Starsky heard the words right after he said them. He looked at Hutch sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

Hutch smiled. “It’s okay. Hell, I’d like to go someplace nice myself-- maybe someplace on the beach.”

“Yes! That would be great!” he grinned, nodding his head excitedly.

“Come on-- let’s head up. We don’t want to be late and have Dobey yell at us,” Hutch said, getting out of the car.

“He’ll probably find somethin ta yell at us for anyway.” Starsky smiled, as he got out and they both walked towards the station.

When they stepped into the office, Dobey’s door was closed.

“Hey, I think we caught a break,” Hutch said, sitting behind his desk. Just as Starsky was about to sit, Dobey’s door opened.

“You two finally decided to show up! Get your tails in here now!” Dobey turned to go back in his office, leaving the door open.

They exchanged puzzled glances.

“I hate being right sometimes,” Starsky said, getting up and walking into Dobey’s office, with Hutch close behind-- closing the door.

“Sit down!” Dobey ordered.

They sat in their usual chairs in front of Dobey’s desk. “Somethin’ wrong Cap? Hutch asked.

“Yeah, something’s wrong.”

“What is it?” Starsky asked, innocently.

“I got a report that two men were occupying one of their neighbor’s homes in the Bay City Hills while the occupants were on vacation. You two know anything about that?”

They looked at each other, then back at Dobey.

“Why are you asking us?” Hutch asked, also innocently.

Dobey got up from behind his desk and sat on the front, directly in front of them.
“They said one man was blonde and the other had curly dark hair.”

“Cap’, that could have been anyone. I mean we’re not the only two men who would fit that description.” Starsky explained.

“That’s true, but the dark haired one was wearing a necklace with a coin around his neck.” Dobey revealed with a smirk.
Starsky’s jaw dropped loosely, and his eyebrows raised. “Cap’, I’m sure there are a lot of people with that kind of n-necklace,” he stammered.

“Oh really? Well, didn’t you tell me they were Chinese coins that some gave you for luck?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, don’t you think it’s a strange coincidence that another man with dark curly hair would be wearing a necklace just like yours?”

Starsky shrugged sheepishly.

“Cap’ has anyone ever told you you’d make a good detective?” Hutch asked, sarcastically.

“Give it up! I know it was you two in that pool!” Dobey shouted.

“Okay Cap. It was us, but I don’t get it. How could anyone had seen us? There were trees all around the perimeter of the pool?”

“How would I know?” Dobey answered.

Starsky leaned over to whisper in Hutch’s ear. “I did notice a house over lookin’ our house-- way in the distance. I had no idea they could see us, so I didn’t say anything.”

“They must have had really high powered binoculars.” Hutch speculated, frowning.

“Um, Cap, what did they say they saw?” Starsky asked, afraid of the answer.

“You two swimmin’ around naked in the pool,” Dobey informed.

They both lowered their heads-- Hutch blew out a breath, blinking.

Starsky threw his head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Did they see anything else? Starsky asked with pained cobalt eyes.

“I don’t care to mention it.” Dobey got up and sat back behind his desk. He looked even angrier than he was a moment ago.

Hutch sat back, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe that Dobey knew everything they did in the pool.

They didn’t actually come out to him, but they suspected he knew they had become a couple a few years ago. Still, this couldn’t be more humiliating.

Hutch thought—what if the house had a security camera? He’d heard they were in some rich people’s homes. Hutch felt his heart racing from the thought. He began to hyperventilate.

“You okay?” Starsky looked worriedly from Hutch to Dobey.

“I just need some water,” Hutch panted.

Starsky jumped up to get Hutch a cup of water.

Hutch drank it down avoiding Dobey’s scrutiny. He found it hard to look him in the eye—he didn’t think he could ever again.

Hutch noticed Starsky apparently felt the same way, as Starsky kept his head down focusing on his hands.

Dobey knew his men were really uncomfortable. He decided to continue their misery, by not saying anything while he pretended to read files. He let them sit there for five minutes, as they wondered about their fate.

Suddenly the silence was broken by Starsky cracking his knuckles. “Sorry,” he said. His eyes moving nervously from Dobey to Hutch.

“Um, Sir, what’s gonna’ happen?” Hutch asked, not being able to sit one more minute without knowing.

Dobey looked up from his paperwork. “You two weren’t on duty. You were vacationing on your own time, so that means you were free to do what you want—within reason.”

They exchanged glanced, and blew out their breaths, sighing audibly.

“But! That doesn’t mean you weren’t still representing this department, and your behavior certainly didn’t represent this department very well!” Dobey yelled.

“We’re very sorry Cap’. We promise to never do anything like that again. Right Hutch?” Starsky nudged him.

“Ah…right.”

Dobey narrowed his eyes, looking from one to the other. “You two are very lucky that no one could identify you.”

“Yeah, we are.” Starsky grinned.

Hutch looked pensive. “Um, Cap’, do you know if there were security cameras in the home?”

Starsky shot a nervous look at his lover, swallowing hard.

“How would I know that? Why?”

“Oh nothin’. So, Cap’ are we free to go?” Hutch asked.

“Yeah you can go, but I want to warn you two to never do anything like this again!” Dobey scolded, pointing at them.

“We promise Cap’,” they said in unison, moving quickly towards the door.

“One more thing,” Dobey mentioned. “Next time, make sure no one sees you. Now get outta’ here,” he smiled.

In the hall, Hutch stood with his head lowered and his hands on his hips.

“Whatsta’ matta’? We’re outta’ the woods.” Starsky assured, placing a hand on Hutch’s shoulder.

“No, we’re not. What if there was a security camera?” he asked, anxiously.

“Oh yeah, well, maybe they didn’t have one.”

“But how do we know that for sure?” Hutch insisted.

“Okay, say there was one-- whada’ we gonna’ do about it?”

“I don’t know,” Hutch admitted, defeated.

“Does Huggy know anything about the house? Maybe he knows if the owners installed one.”

Hutch grabbed Starsky, pulled him down a corridor out of sight, gave him a passionate kiss and released him.

“Starsky that’s a great idea! Ya’ know I don’t know why they say you’re the dumb one.” Hutch took off down the hall, leaving Starsky with his mouth open.

“Who says I’m the dumb one?” he asked, catching up to Hutch.

Starsky drove them to The Pitts. Huggy was at the bar. “Hey, look what the cat dragged in. What can I do for you...this time?”

“Hug, you know that house you gave us for the weekend?” Hutch asked.

“Yeah. Was it to your liking?”

“Yeah, it was fine, as a matter of fact, it was great!” Starsky told him, enthusiastically.

“So, what’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem. It’s just that we were wondering if there was a security camera inside,” Hutch inquired.

Huggy looked from Hutch to Starsky. He could see the worry in their eyes.

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so? Hug ya’ gotta’ know,” Starsky pleaded.

“Why?”

“Let’s just say we did things in the house that we would prefer no one witnessed,” Hutch said, with a shy grin.

“Oh, I see.” Huggy smiled knowingly.

Huggy knew his friends had become lovers. He always suspected it, but when he accidentally saw them kissing behind his place when he was taking out the garbage-- he knew for sure. “Well, I could ask them without lettin’ on why?”

“Really?” Starsky’s eyes widened with hope.

“Yeah. They’re not comin’ back until tomorrow, but I could give ‘em a call.”

“Could ya’ call them now Hug?” Hutch asked.

“Yeah, sure. Let me get my address book.”

Huggy walked away, leaving them even more anxious.

Starsky paced, while Hutch stayed at the bar, rubbing his forehead.

Starsky stopped placing and came back to the bar. “Come on Hug! Call ‘em!”

“Okay, okay, hold your horses.”

Huggy placed the telephone on the bar and dialed the numbers. He waited for someone to answer, glancing at the two nervous lovers. They were holding their breath until someone answered.

“Hey, it’s Huggy! How ya’ doin’? Fine. Yeah, the place worked out great for my friends, thanks!”

He glanced at Starsky, who was gesturing with his hands for him to speed it up.

“Look. Do you happen to have a security camera in your house? Ah huh. Ah huh. Yeah. No reason just wondered. Okay. Yeah, they’re gone. Thanks again,” Huggy said, hanging up the phone.

“So, what did he say? Hutch asked, eagerly.

“Do they have a camera!” Starsky yelled.

Huggy waited a beat before answering just to tease them, then he shook his head. “No, they don’t.”

Without realizing they were in public, he and Starsky gave each other a quick kiss, then hugged. When it dawned on them, they immediately moved apart, grinned at each other and shook hands vigorously. They turned to Huggy.

“Thanks Hug! You saved our lives!” Hutch exclaimed.

“Yeah Hug. We owe ya’ one!”

“Yeah, and don’t think I’m gonna’ forget you said that.”

“Hey Hug-- who ‘does’ the house belong to?” Starsky needed to know.

“Can’t tell ya’. That was one of the conditions on them letting me have the house for you. I’m not to tell you who lives there.”

“Aw, come on Hug-- you can tell us. We won’t tell a soul, promise,” Starsky implored, crossing two fingers on both hands and crossing his arms across his chest.

Hutch stood by the door, snickering.

“Nope. No can do. You’re just gonna’ have to wonder. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to attend to.” Huggy walked away, leaving Starsky disappointed.

“Cheer up, Starsk. At least we got a chance to live in whoever the house belongs to for a little while. Who cares if we don’t know who lived there?”

“I care, that’s who.” Starsky gave his lover a side eye, then walked out the door.

Hutch shook his head and followed him out.

Chapter Fourteen

Hutch offered to make dinner, so he went right to preparing spaghetti and meatballs-- one of Starsky’s favorites.

Starsky picked up a magazine from Hutch’s coffee table, dropped on the couch and began to thumb through it. “Hey Hutch...we were really lucky that they didn’t have a security camera, huh?

“Yeah, we were.” Hutch dropped a fist full of spaghetti, into boiling water, then opened a can of tomato sauce, pouring it into a pot.

“I was thinkin-- if they did have one, I wonder if they only used it for security?”

“What do you mean?”

Starsky got off the couch and sat at the table. He rested his chin on his hand, as he spoke to Hutch. “Well, what if they forgot to turn it off one night, accidentally recording themselves doin’... ya’ know…?” Starsky clenched his fist.

“I guess they’d have themselves on tape doin’...ya’ know…” Hutch made the same gesture. “Come on, chow’s on.”

Hutch drained the spaghetti into a bowl. Starsky placed the meatballs and sauce into another one, putting it on the table.

“Did ya’ make garlic toast?”

“Of course, don'tcha’ smell it?” Hutch placed the bowl of pasta on the table.

Starsky sniffed the air. “Oh yeah.” He took the toast out of the oven, brought it to the table and sat down.

Hutch joined him, handing Starsky a plate of spaghetti.

Starsky was ladled the sauce and meatballs on his spaghetti and looked over at Hutch. “I wonder what it would be like to see yourself on tape?”

Hutch smiled at his lover. “It would probably be like you were starring in your own porno movie?”

Starsky was more interested in the conversation than eating. “Remember that time when we auditioned for a porno movie without knowing it?”

“Yeah, I do. We went to see it in the theater, and I said you were better lookin’ than that guy.”

“Well, I always wondered what we would have looked like if we had done it. Ya’ know, up there on the big screen.” Starsky grinned, holding up his hands and spreading his fingers.

Hutch never had such aspirations to see himself on screen having sex, but it was an interesting idea. “Starsk, I’m gettin’ the feelin’ that you’d like to record us havin’ sex.”

“Well yeah, wouldn’t you?”

“I guess it might be fun. Okay, let’s do it.” Hutch decided.

“Really? Terrific! Um...do you have a video camera?”

“As a matter a fact, I think I do. I’ll look for it after we eat.”

Starsky finished his meal in record time. He sat anxiously waiting for Hutch to be done so he could go look for the camera.

When he was done, Hutch searched for the camera while Starsky cleared the table and washed the dishes. By the time he was done, Hutch appeared from his closet, with the camera.

“Ya’ found it! Do you know how to work it?” Starsky asked, a little concerned.

“It’s been a while, but I think I do. Let’s take it upstairs.”

Starsky bounded up the stairs ahead of Hutch. When he got to the bedroom, he immediately removed his clothes. Once he was naked, he crawled on the bed, turned on his side and propped his head on his hand...waiting. He watched as Hutch tried to figure out the camera.

Once he figured it out, Hutch propped the camera up on his dresser and removed his clothes. Starsky was enjoying the show, as Hutch padded naked to the bed and sat down.

“So, what are we gonna’ do?”

Starsky thought about it. “Well, I think we should do somethin’ we’ve never done before-- just to make it interesting.”

“I don’t know Starsk. For our first time, I think we should do something simple. Besides, we don’t know if we’ll stay in frame if we start getting crazy.”

“Okay, but maybe we can throw somethin’ new in there too.” Starsky wiggled his eyebrows, grinning.

“We’ll see.”

Hutch got off the bed, turned on the camera and crawled on top of his lover. He lowered his head, giving him a gentle kiss.

Starsky grabbed him reversing positions. He looked into Hutch’s eyes then thought of something. “I’ve got an idea. Pause the camera and I’ll be right back.”

Starsky padded quickly to the kitchen. Hutch got off the bed and paused the camera. He waited on the bed, listening to Starsky rummaging around in his kitchen cabinets.

“Hutch turn the camera back on!” he yelled from the kitchen.

Hutch turned it back on, then sat back down. Starsky came back to the bedroom, with something behind his back.

“Whatcha’ got there?” Hutch tried to catch a glimpse.

“You’ll find out. Lie on your back and close your eyes,” Starsky ordered.

Hutch did as he was told and waited. He felt pressure on the mattress, as Starsky crawled on the bed next to him. “Hutch spread your legs.”

Hutch felt a cool liquid move across his warm skin. The sensation was wonderful. He wondered what the hell it was. Starsky poured the liquid all over his body, including his genitals. Once a trail of the liquid had covered Hutch’s body, Starsky moved between his legs. Hutch felt something moist moving over his skin. He knew it was his lover’s tongue.

He let out a slow breath, as he relaxed into the marvelous sensations of Starsky’s talented tongue. Starsky licked a trail, removing the substance off Hutch’s skin. He alternated between licking and sucking. Hutch sighed and moaned, as Starsky moved to his cock and balls.

“Oh God! That feels so good!”

When the substance was completely off Hutch’s body, Starsky sat back to watch him, licking his lips. “You can open your eyes now.”

Hutch slowly opened his eyes to the beautiful sight of his lover smiling at him.

“How’d ya’ like that?”

Hutch sat up, grinning broadly. “That was amazing! What was that stuff you put on me?”

Starsky picked up the plastic bottle for Hutch to read.

“Caramel. I had a feeling that’s what it was.”

“Howdaya’ know?”

“I know how much you love caramel and by the zealous way you were licking it off me.”

Starsky smiled, looking back. “Hey, the camera!” He was about to turn it off when Hutch stopped him.

“Don’t turn it off yet. I want it to capture this. C'mere.”

Starsky crawled on the bed, towards his sticky lover. Hutch leaned up and grasped Starsky’s face, holding it still, giving him a tender kiss. Hutch smacked his lips, tasting the caramel.

“Mmm, that tastes good.”

Starsky went back for another kiss, then leaned up. “No...you taste good.”

Starsky got off the bed, turned off the camera and brought it back to the bed. He laid down next to Hutch, turned on the camera and they watched as Starsky made Hutch writhe with pleasure. Once it ended, Starsky turned it off and looked up at Hutch.

“Whadaya’ think? Good huh?” Starsky grinned, nodding enthusiastically.

Hutch didn’t look as happy. “I dunno. You gave a good performance, but I was just lying there.”

Starsky sat up to look in Hutch’s face. “Whadaya’ talkin’ about? You were great! You didn’t see how beautiful you looked writhing like that?”

Hutch made a face, not convinced.

“Okay, tell ya’ what-- let’s do it again and this time you’ll do somethin’ ta’ me.”

Hutch nodded, while Starsky laid down on the bed. “Can I use something else? I’m not that big a fan of caramel.”

“Use whatever you want. This is your show.”

“Okay. Turnover on your stomach and I’ll be right back.”

Starsky turned over, resting his chin on his folded arms, while Hutch went into the kitchen. When he came back, he placed a jar on the nightstand and went into the bathroom.

“Hold on a minute Starsk, I need to wash some of this stickiness off.” Hutch looked back. “And don’t look on the nightstand to see what it is.”

Starsky groaned in frustration and immediately leaned up to take a look at what Hutch put on the nightstand. He laughed out loud, covering his mouth with his hand.

Hutch returned with a damp washcloth and placed it on the bed. He put the camera back on his dresser and switched it on. He moved back to the bed and Starsky listened to him open the jar. Hutch dipped his index finger into the jar and scoop out a large dollop of the substance. He began to slide his coated finger on Starsky’s skin, leaving a trail all over his naked body. He slid it up his inner thighs and inside the crease where groin meets upper thigh.

Hutch wiped his finger with the washcloth and put the lid back on the jar. He began to slowly lick the substance off Starsky’s body.

Hutch’s tongue felt so good.

Hutch separated Starsky’s legs and licked the inside of his thighs and his leg crease.

It was driving Starsky wild. He whimpered, closing his eyes.

Hutch leaned up when he was done and crawled closer to his lover. He nuzzled the back of Starsky’s neck and nipped one of his earlobes. Starsky moaned and turned over to look into his lover’s face.

“That was terrific! I loved the way your tongue felt,” Starsky said, caressing Hutch’s beautiful face.

After waiting a beat, Hutch decided to ask, “Don't you wanna know what I put on you?” He ran his fingers in Starsky’s dark curls.

Starsky smiled, shyly. “I already know.”

Hutch gave him a puzzled look. “How?”

“I took a peek when you went ta’ the kitchen,” Starsky confessed, shyly.

“Starsky, I told you not to look. It was supposed to be a surprise.” Hutch’s face fell in disappointment.

Starsky sat up. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I saw the jar, but I still don’t know what it was.” He lied. “So, what was it?”

“Jelly,” Hutch answered, reluctantly.

“Jelly, huh? What kind?”

“You’ve known me this long and don’t know what kind of jelly I like?” Hutch was a bit annoyed.

Starsky thought about it. “I know it’s not grape.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It had a weird name that began with a ‘b’. What was it? Not blueberry. What other jellies are there that begin with a ‘b”?” Starsky tapped his chin in an exaggerated gesture of thinking.

Hutch rolled his eyes and let out a sigh.

“Hey, I got it! Booze-in-berry!” Starsky exclaimed, cheekily.

“It’s pronounced Boysenberry,” Hutch corrected, flatly.

“That’s what I said.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Okay it’s not, but don’t I get points for almost sayin’ it right, huh?”

Hutch smiled, shaking his head. “Okay. Yeah, you get points.”

“Terrific! How many?” Starsky asked, nuzzling Hutch’s neck, while rubbing his knee over his genitals.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Yeah. I know that. So, how many points do I get?”

“Well, let’s see.” Hutch thought about it for a moment. “Let’s say fifteen.”

Starsky looked crestfallen. “Fifteen? That’s all?”

“Yeah. It’s fifteen out of fifteen, which is a perfect score.”

“Oh. What kinda’ points do I get?”

“You’ll find out.”

Hutch placed both hands on either side of Starsky, hovering over him and lowered himself down. He placed tiny kisses on Starsky's face and body, counting after each one.

He kissed his forehead- “one”, the side of his face- “two”, the other side of his face- “three”, the tip of his nose- “four”, his chin- “five”, one nipple- “six”, the other nipple- “seven”, and his belly button- “eight”.

Hutch stopped to look into his lover’s face. “Seven more.”

“What rule says you have to stop at fifteen?” Starsky asked.

“My rule, but I promise they’ll be seven ‘good’ points.”
Hutch moved down Starsky’s body until his mouth was over his genitals. He placed his lips on the head of Starsky’s penis and began to suck the tip.

Starsky felt like Hutch was trying to suck the semen out through the small pin-like opening. He wasn’t sure if this counted as a kiss, but he didn’t care. This felt incredible. He’d never experienced anything like this before.

Hutch kept his lips on the tip of Starsky’s penis, suckling until he could taste a bit of pre-cum on his tongue. Starsky thrusted up, pushing more of his cock inside Hutch’s mouth, but Hutch wasn’t having it.

He removed his mouth from Starsky’s cock and said, “nine”.

Starsky’s cock was lying erect against his belly, out of the way for Hutch’s next ‘kiss’. Hutch moved down to Starsky’s balls. He kissed one ball sac. After opening his mouth wider, he sucked it into his mouth. Starsky bucked so hard, that Hutch almost couldn’t keep the sac in his mouth.

“Hutch! Christ! Ya’ killin’ me!”

Hutch responded by taking his mouth off Starsky’s ball and placing it on the other one, doing the same thing. Hutch raised his head, saying, “ten”.

Starsky was panting hard at this point. He lifted his head to see what the last three points would be. Hutch grasped Starsky’s left arm and bought it to his lips, giving his cyst scar a long lingering kiss.

“Eleven-- four more to go.”

“Hutch,” he panted. “Where else are you goin’ kiss me? I don’t have much more places.”

“Oh, they’re always more places to kiss a gloriously naked body like yours. Besides, I’ve missed the most important place of all.”

“Where?” He blinked.

“Turn over.” Hutch ordered.

Starsky flipped himself onto his belly. He felt Hutch’s lips on one butt cheek, then on the other.

“Twelve and thirteen. Turn on you back again.”

When Starsky was on his back, Hutch crawled between his spread legs, moving up to his face. Putting a hand on either side of him, he lowered his face towards Starsky’s. When his lips were hovering over Starsky’s, he dove down capturing them. The kiss seemed to last forever, then Hutch leaned up.

“That’s fourteen…one more.”

The kiss left Starsky breathless and if he were standing, he’d be weak in the knees. He leaned up to watch Hutch. Where was he going to place this last kiss? He lay there…waiting. He watched as Hutch got up off the bed and stood just looking down at him. Starsky had one knee bent with his hands behind his head.

“You’re so beautiful,” Hutch told him.

“You’re not so bad yourself. C'mere.” Starsky extended his hand and Hutch walked over, grasping it. Starsky pulled him down for a deep kiss.

When they came up for air, Starsky got up on his elbows. “Hutch, I gotta’ know. Where ya’ gonna’ put the last kiss?”

Hutch got up and stood at the front of the bed. “I’m not gonna’ put it anywhere.”

“What?” Starsky blinked.

“Starsk, the last kiss isn’t going to touch your skin, it’s gonna’ touch your heart-- at least I hope it does.”

Starsky looked perplexed as Hutch grasped his hand, lifting him off the bed.

“Come on, let’s take a quick shower first, so we can wash off all this sticky stuff.”

Hutch led Starsky into the bathroom, where they proceeded to shower quickly. They went into the bedroom and slipped on pajama bottoms. Starsky sat back on the bed, with a bounce.

“Okay, so how ya’ gonna’ touch my heart?” He asked, brimming with anticipation.

Starsky watched as Hutch went to the dresser and opened one the drawers. He reached in, shut the drawer, then turned the camera back on. He went back to Starsky, clutching something tightly behind his back.

Hutch stood next to the bed, looking down at him, with love and tears in his eyes. “Starsk, after takin’ care of you these past weeks, I realized that I want to love you-- physically and emotionally for the rest of our lives. I can’t imagine my life without you.” Hutch’s voice cracked with emotion and tears fell down his cheeks.

Starsky had tears of his own as he watched his lover bent down on one knee and took his hand from behind his back, keeping his fist closed.

“David Michael Starsky, will you be my life partner?” Hutch opened his fist to reveal a small black velvet box.

Starsky’s eyes were wide as he looked from the box to Hutch.

“Open it!” Hutch told him anxiously.

Starsky slowly lifted the lid. Sitting prominently a top a tiny black velvet pillow was a beautiful, shiny band of silver with carving around the sides. He looked up at Hutch in shock.

“It’s a Circles and Chevrons 1950’s Retro Carved Wedding Band in 14 Karat White Gold,” Hutch explained. “It’s engraved.”

Starsky was in shock, as he looked inside.

“You are my forever love”

“Oh my God Hutch, are you askin’ me to marry you?!”

“Yes, if we could actually get married.”

Starsky caressed Hutch’s golden hair and the side of his handsome face. The beautiful smile reached his eyes. It made Starsky melt and his heart was truly touched and then some.

“Yes! I’ll be your life partner!” he shouted.

Hutch took Starsky’s hand, pushing the ring on his ring finger and kissing it tenderly. He got up, bringing Starsky up with him. They grabbed each other in a tight embrace, sobbing. When they moved out of the embrace, Starsky grasped both sides of his lover’s face, kissing him hard.

“Hutch, this ring is absolutely beautiful!” Starsky held up his hand to view it.

“I’m glad you like it.” Hutch smiled, warmly.

“Like it! I love it! Hey, don’t I need to give you one too. Ya’ know to make it official.” Starsky searched Hutch’s eyes for the answer.

“Hold on a minute.” Hutch went back to the dresser drawer and took out something again. He placed the object in his hand and walked back to his anxiously awaiting lover and sat down.

“I got this for you.” Hutch presented his hand to Starsky.

Starsky was surprised as he took the ring from Hutch’s hand. It was the exact same ring that Hutch had given him.

“It’s a couple’s ring,” Hutch informed.

“Oh, I get it! This one’s for me to give to you!” Starsky beamed with excitement.

Hutch nodded, smiling.

Starsky sat for a moment, getting his thoughts together. He wanted to speak from his heart-- to tell this man just how much he meant to him. He looked at Hutch, tears brimming over. Starsky grasped his hands as he spoke.

“Hutch, you mean more to me than life itself. I know I couldn’t live without you. You’ve always been there for me, and the past few weeks has shown me that more than ever.”

Starsky got down on one knee and presented the ring to his lover. “Kenneth Richard Hutchinson, will you be my life partner?”

Without hesitation, Hutch shouted, “Yes!”

Starsky placed the ring on his finger. Tears flowed freely from their eyes. Hutch pulled Starsky to his feet and they fell into an embrace. Once they parted, Hutch went to the dresser and turned off the camera.

“I can’t wait to watch that.” Starsky sat back on the bed. “Hey, shouldn’t I engrave your ring too?”

“Yeah sure. You can take it to where I bought it, and they’ll do it.”

“Terrific. I have to think of what I’m gonna’ say.”

“Well, there’s no rush. This ring and I aren’t going anywhere.” Hutch told him, with a wink.

“Wait! I got it! I will love you ‘til the end of time”.

“That’s beautiful Starsk.”

“And I mean it.” He gave him a kiss to accentuate his statement. “Okay. So, what do we call each other now-- hubby, better half, ball, and chain? What?”

Hutch shook his head, as he sat on the bed beside his life partner. “I don’t think so Starsk. Besides, all of those are married names and we’re really not married.”

“So, we still can’t call each other those names because we’re not really married? Who says?”

“Come to think of it Starsk-- this relationship is between us, so it should be fine to call one another whatever we want. I’m just saying those names are what married people call one another.”

“I see what you mean.” Starsky’s excited mood became sullen.

“What’s the matter?” Hutch asked.

“It’s just a shame that we’ll probably never be able to call each other any of those names. We could never get married.”

Hutch wrapped his arm around his lover’s shoulders, pulling him close.

“Ya’ never know Starsk. We might be able to get married someday, but for now...we already have a loving bond as if we were. If you want we can call each other hubby or any of the other names you mentioned.”

Starsky sighed. “No, I think they should be left for when we can actually be married.”

“I agree.” Hutch placed a tiny kiss in the dark curls.

“Well, we should call each other somethin’-- don'tcha think?” Starsky asked, sitting up.

Hutch thought about it for a minute. “We’ve been calling each other partner, buddy, and pal. In private, we call each other sweetheart and lover.”

“Yeah, but we’re basically married now. It should be different and special.” Starsky pressed the point.

“Okay, Starsk-- what do you think we should call each other?”

“Oh...I dunno’.” Starsky racked his brain for the right endearment.

“How about what you are to me? Love of my life,” Hutch suggested, sweetly.

“That’s a little long, how about we can shorten it to just love, like they call each other in England or how ‘bout ‘Lovey’ like Mr. Howell called his wife on Gilligan’s Island.” Starsky nodded, enthusiastically.

“How about ‘my love’?” Hutch offered.

“That’s sounds too...I dunno’...classy, ya’ know.”

After thinking about it Starsky said, “Maybe you’re right. Let’s make it somethin’ simple...somethin’ that we’re both comfortable with.”

“Like?”

“Babe. How ‘bout babe?”

“Like the song, ‘I Got You Babe’?” Hutch asked.

“Yeah, like that!”

“It’s simple...I like it, babe.” Hutch said, trying it out.

“We can use other names too, my love.” Starsky smiled.

“That sounds just fine, Lovey.”

Starsky frowned. “No, sayin’ that out loud sounds horrible.”

“Okay, won’t call ya’ that ever again.” Hutch grinned.

“Thank you. So, my love, are we gonna’ celebrate our little union or what?”

“Sure. What do you have in mind?”

“How ‘bout fuckin’ till dawn?” Starsky nibbled on Hutch’s earlobe, dipping his tongue inside. He knew that drove Hutch insane.

Hutch moaned, closing his eyes. “How about...mmm...watchin’ our…mmm…movie first? It might inspire us.”

“Babe, I think we have all the inspiration we need, but I would like to watch us. Let’s do it!” Starsky hopped off the bed and went towards the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Hutch asked, leaning back on his hands.

“We need popcorn-- got any Jiffy?’”

“Starsk come back. We won’t need popcorn. I’m sure when it gets started, we’re have better things to do with our mouths than eat popcorn.”

“You’re right,” he said, grabbing the camera from the dresser and crawling on the bed towards Hutch. Lying down next to him, Starsky grabbed a pillow and placed it on their laps. He put the camera on top and turned it on. They cuddled together as scenes of their tasty sexual exploits unfolded before them. When it ended, Starsky moved the camera, but left the pillow lying on their laps.

“That was really fun. What should we do next time?” Starsky asked, reaching under the pillow, and finding Hutch’s cock. He began to squeeze it through the cotton fabric of his pajamas.

Hutch moaned, as he tried to concentrate on answering him. “Um...I dunno’...ah!”

Starsky slid his hand inside the waistband to stroke his lover’s cock, as he spoke. “Hey, how ‘bout using some other kind of food? Like maybe, a carrot or a hotdog?”

“Ah...Starsk, w-what would we do with...ah...them?”

“We’d stick ‘em in our butts, then eat ‘em out?”

Starsky leisurely continued to stroke him.

Hutch tried to think of what Starsky just said but was finding it difficult...all he could do was feel what Starsky was doing to him. Suddenly, Hutch came, squirting cum inside his pajamas.

Starsky threw the pillow on the floor and sat on his heels looking at Hutch. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Whadaya’ think of the carrot or the hotdog?”

“Starsk, what are you talking about?” Hutch placed an arm over his eyes.

Starsky sighed in frustration. “You don’t remember me tellin’ you about us using a carrot or a hotdog the next time we film each other?”

“No, I was a bit preoccupied at the time.”

“Oh right. Well, I said we could stick one of them in our butts, then eat ‘em out. Whadaya’ think?” Starsky asked, eagerly.

“That sounds like a really interesting idea Starsk.”

“Great!” Starsky exclaimed, jumping off the bed.

“Where are you going now?” Hutch knew exactly where his sexually adventurous lover was going.

“Be right back!”

Hutch lifted his head as Starsky returned to the bedroom. He was holding something in each hand.

“Which one? The carrot or the hotdog?” Starsky held up both for Hutch to decide.

“Starsk, I’m a bit tried from that orgasm. I really don’t feel like having anything stuck in my ass right now.”

“No, not your ass, my ass. I know you like eatin’ all that healthy crap, so I guess you’d choose the carrot, right?”

This really was a night of sexual experimentation. First, he licked his favorite jelly off his lover’s body, now he’s being asked to eat one of his favorite vegetables out of his lover’s amazing ass. The thought of actually doing that was making him hard again.

“All right, if I had to choose between eating a carrot or a hotdog out of your ass, I’d choose the carrot.”

“I knew it! Here hold this.” He handed Hutch the carrot and he quickly went back to the kitchen to put the hotdog in the fridge. Starsky jumped on the bed, on his belly. Hutch watched as he propped his chin on his folded arms.

“I’m ready when you are.” Starsky wiggled his butt.

Hutch stood with carrot in hand, looking down at the tantalizing sight of his lover’s naked ass, awaiting the carrot. Hutch shook his head, laughing quietly. The one thing he knew from being Starsky’s work partner for so many years was that every day was an adventure with him. Now, as his life partner, Hutch knew he was in for a very interesting ride for the rest of his life-- and that was a ride he wouldn’t miss for the world.

“Okay Starsk, I’m ready.”

The End