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Previous stories in the series: Parking and Pavlov's Response
Playing It to the Edge
(#3 in the Parking trilogy)
Hutch was too quiet. He'd barely said two words to me since we got back on the road and I was beginning to worry. Hutch had been so wild earlier, so out of control. I'd never seen him like that and it turned me on more than I ever could have imagined. And I had hoped that it would be the turning point for us.
But there he sits, like a silent statue, looking at anything but me. Damn. How can someone who claims to be of above average intelligence be so dumb at the same time? I just know that it's going to be like pulling teeth to get answers from him. The man has got 'not talking about how I feel' down to a fine art.
Well, I knew that going in to this relationship and it's not going to stop me now. As my Aunt Rosie used to say, "There's more than one way to skin a cat." And there's more than one way to get Hutch to open up to me. Now if I could just figure out how to skin this particular cat.
By the time we pulled up to the bed and breakfast an hour later, my worry had changed into a slow-burning anger. Hutch still hadn't uttered one single word and, if the look on his face (what I could see of it) was any indication, he didn't plan on saying anything any time soon. At least to me.
Hutch was out of the car like a shot the minute it stopped. I watched as he took the steps of the old Victorian house two at a time and then disappeared through the front door. I got out, telling myself to calm down, and slowly followed my stubborn partner inside.
Once I walked into the house, it took every ounce of self-control that I possessed not to turn around and walk right back out again. Because there stood Hutch, talking a mile a minute to the owner of the place, acting like she was some long lost friend. I mean, sure, she was a friend of mine from school, and Hutch knew her too, but the man had some nerve yakking like he hadn't a care in the world when not five minutes before, all I'd gotten out of him was a grunt or two.
Now I was pissed.
I glared at Hutch as I hugged my friend and was almost indecently happy to see him take a hesitant step backwards. That brought a smile to my face before I realized it and I could see Hutch trying to swallow. The little devil inside me turned it up a notch just because, and Hutch turned beet red. He mumbled something about getting the suitcases and left in a hell of a hurry.
I couldn't help it - I burst out laughing. That man's so repressed, when you look the word up in the dictionary, his picture's there. Our host looked at me quizzically, but I just shook my head and told her I'd explain later. It was time to get my plan back on track.
It was time to show my beautiful, obstinate, taciturn Hutch exactly how much I love him.
When Hutch returned with the luggage, I told him to take it up to our room and I'd be up in a minute. Hutch looked pathetically relieved as he left. I shook my head again and grinned. I just knew that Hutch was going to try to make some excuse to escape our room and avoid any confrontation. But even this beautiful spot on the coast wasn't going to deter me from my goal. There was no way in hell that Hutch was going to see anything other than the ceiling in our room for the next two days.
It was obvious the minute I entered our room, that Hutch was going to be difficult. He stood with his back to the door, gazing out the window, tension radiating from him in the stiff set of his shoulders. I sighed as I quietly closed the door and locked it behind me. Hutch stiffened even further, but refused to turn around. It was time to put my plan in action.
I walked up behind Hutch and placed my hands on either side of him, effectively trapping him where he stood. I didn't say a word, just whispered soft puffs of air across the nape of his neck. I could see the flesh there begin to form goose bumps, and Hutch gave a shudder. When he tried to turn, I pressed my body closer, holding him in place against the window.
"Are you going to talk to me, Hutch?" I murmured into his ear. There was no response from my stubborn partner, but I hadn't really expected one. I flicked at his ear with my tongue, and was rewarded with a soft gasp. "You can't ignore me forever, you know. You need to tell me what's going on."
Still no answer, but Hutch's shoulders drooped as he rested his forehead on the windowpane. It was time for something a little more drastic. I stepped away from the man that I loved more than anything, and gave a quick prayer in hopes that I wasn't going too far. Then I grabbed Hutch by the arms and spun him around to face me. Before he could react, I placed my hands on either side of his head and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. I forced his mouth open and plunged my tongue inside, deliberately taking no prisoners. Hutch's mouth was mine. I explored every inch with a delicious thoroughness, stealing Hutch's breath as he moaned. When I finally released him, he staggered slightly until I steadied him. I pulled him into a loose embrace and waited as he caught his breath.
Again, I whispered, "Are you going to talk to me, Hutch?" I lifted my head to gaze into his eyes. He shut them and turned his head away, refusing to look at me. I took a deep breath, swallowing the sudden anger that was burning in the pit of my stomach. Now was not the time. I calmed myself and prepared my next move.
"Hutch, do you trust me?" No answer. I lifted my hand to stroke at his cheek, then grasped his jaw and forced him to turn his head to mine. His eyes remained closed. "I said, do you trust me." An infinitesimal nod, but it was enough. "Then open your eyes." Hutch's eyes slowly opened, and the sorrow I saw there laid me bare. The lump that formed in my throat made it almost impossible to speak. The doubts about what I was doing came crashing to the forefront.
"Ah, Hutch, no, don't do this to yourself. I love you, babe. Please talk to me."
"I can't!" The anguish in Hutch's voice reinforced my resolve. This was far too important to let lie.
I withdrew from Hutch's arms and walked to the bed. I could feel his eyes on me as I removed the suitcases and placed them by the door. When I turned back, I could see the pallor on Hutch's face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Hutch didn't answer right away, but rather eyed the suitcases uncertainly.
I waited patiently, determined to give Hutch the time he needed.
Finally, he whispered, "Are we leaving?"
"Oh, no, we're definitely not leaving, Hutch. I just wanted the bed to be ready."
"Ready for what?"
"Why, for you of course."
A gleam appeared in Hutch's eyes at that statement and I chuckled silently. Now, that was more like my old Hutch. I cocked an eyebrow and waited for his reply.
"What makes you think that I'll just jump into that bed? I'm not your slave, waiting to do your bidding, for crying out loud!"
"No, you're not. But you will still get in that bed, and what's more, you'll stay there."
Hutch's eyes flashed. "Or what? You'll handcuff me to the railing?"
I laughed at that. "Oh, I won't have to, babe. I can promise you that." I stalked toward the big blond beauty. He stood his ground, refusing to give an inch. We stared at each other, the silent challenge between us. When we were finally standing toe to toe, I smiled and Hutch blinked first.
He opened his mouth, but I silenced him with my finger. "You didn't want to talk, so I'm granting you that wish. You won't have to say another word if you don't want to, but any time you want to tell me what's been going on in that head of yours, I'll be glad to hear you out. For now, though, I want you to listen. Just listen to my voice and hear what I'm telling you.
"Hutch, I know how hard it is for you to give up your control. I even understand the reasons why. I want you to realize that you are safe here with me. I would never let anything bad happen to you. You can let go here, with me. You don't have to worry that I might find your fantasies perverted or disgusting. I love you. I want you to feel free enough to explore your boundaries." I paused to take a deep breath, and then continued. "Look, this just isn't about submitting to me. This is about trusting yourself and what you want, and then trusting me enough to give it to you, even when you can't say the words. Do you think you can do that?"
I held my breath and watched Hutch intently as a myriad of emotions crossed his face. I thought about how every relationship seems to come down to a defining moment and that this one was ours. This was the moment of truth. Would Hutch be able to bring the trust he felt for me as his work partner into our personal life?
"Yes." It was spoken so quietly I almost missed it. I blew out the breath I'd been holding and felt an almost overwhelming wave of relief come over me. I leaned in and gently kissed Hutch, thanking him without words. Then I spoke.
"Do you think you can tell me what you want?" Hutch bit his lip as he shook his head. "That's okay, babe. You don't have to. I think I know. Do you trust me to give it to you?"
Hutch nodded yes, still not speaking. "Good. Feel free to tell me what you're thinking at any time, Hutch. If I do something you don't want or like, I need you to tell me. Just remember, this is for you, okay?"
I turned and walked toward the bathroom. Hutch remained where he was, standing motionless. I gestured for him to follow me and he did, trailing after me into the other room. I knelt by the oversized tub and started to run a bath. There were several bottles lined up on the edge, and I chose one that had a sort of rainforest type fragrance to it, and then liberally added some of its contents to the water. The air in the room soon became steamy and redolent with the scent of nature.
I stood and pivoted on my heel to gaze at Hutch. He was watching me intently, but still remained quiet. That was fine by me; I was happy to do the talking.
"Get undressed and into the tub. Just relax and I'll be back in a few minutes to help you wash."
Hutch's mouth quirked at that, but he simply nodded and started to strip. I left him to his own devices, and returned to the bedroom, where I quickly unpacked what I needed and then turned down the bed. After undressing, I re-entered the bathroom and stopped cold at the sight of Hutch reclining in the tub. His eyes were shut and his features in repose. It was the first time in weeks I had seen him this much at ease. It seemed a shame to disturb him, but I wanted to get into that tub as well.
"Hey, babe," I said, "scootch down a bit, will ya? I'm gonna climb in."
Hutch didn't even open his eyes. He sat up and moved down the tub to let me get in, then settled back on my chest with a contented sigh. I leaned back and wrapped my legs around his waist, cradling him with my thighs. It was heaven to have Hutch in my arms again, and I lapped it up like a starving man. I was happy to lie in the warmth, but soon I could feel Hutch beginning to twitch. Time to wash and get out. I gently nudged Hutch forward, reached for a sponge, and then stood. I quickly washed myself and then stepped out of the tub. Hutch made to follow me, but I placed a hand on his shoulder, and urged him back into the water.
I wrapped a towel around myself and then knelt to wash Hutch. He had resettled and appeared content to have me lather his chest and arms, if the little mmm sounds he uttered were any indication. I made sure every inch of him was squeaky clean before guiding him out of the tub and drying him. Hutch's body was rosy from the bath and my mouth watered at the sight of it. I promised myself that soon I would get a taste. First things first, though.
"Time for bed, Hutch."
I took his hand and led him into the other room, steering him to the bed, and then urging him to sit. Once Hutch was sitting, I lifted his chin and bent over to kiss him swiftly. "Everything all right?" I asked. Hutch nodded. "Good. Now, I'd like you to lie face down on the bed, please. You're still tense and I want to loosen up those shoulder muscles."
Hutch moved into the middle of the bed without question. I picked up the oil from the nightstand and climbed into bed after him. I straddled Hutch's thighs and tried to ignore the radiating heat of his skin. After warming the oil in my hands, I worked Hutch's upper back and shoulders, feeling the tightness there beginning to ease under my ministrations. As Hutch relaxed, I lightened my touch to a caress, following the line of his spine down to his buttocks, then trailing my fingers up to the nape of his neck to rest there.
Leaning forward, I whispered in Hutch's ear. "Do you know what the most erotic part of the body is?" I could see Hutch smile slightly as he shook his head. I blew in his ear softly and answered, "It's the mind."
Hutch shivered beneath me. I sat back up and continued speaking as I traced intricate patterns over Hutch's back. "You have no idea how hot you made me today. God, just thinking about you taking me on the car makes me hard." I rubbed myself against the cleft of Hutch's ass to prove my point. "And then I start imagining all the wicked things I'd like to do to you and it's almost too much."
Hutch moaned at that and I bent over to kiss between his shoulder blades. The taste of Hutch's skin was incredible and I paused briefly to lick a trail up to the juncture of his shoulder and neck, and then gave a gentle nip with my teeth. Hutch bucked his hips and I quickly sat back up before he could dislodge me.
"You liked that, hmmm? I think that instead of telling you what I'm going to do to you, I'll let you guess. You can use your imagination and then we'll see if you're right. But I do have one stipulation. You can't come until I say. This is for you, but it's my show. Agreed?"
Hutch's eyes flew open and he lifted up slightly to turn his head to stare at me. I could see the internal battle he was waging reflected in his eyes and I knew the moment he made his decision. The warmth that poured out of Hutch's gaze enveloped me in a loving embrace. He still didn't speak but simply nodded and laid back down on the pillow, arms stretched above his head.
The vision of Hutch's acquiescence caught me off-guard and I had to fight to catch my breath. Desire surged through my body, threatening to overwhelm me and finish this before it even had a chance to start. I shut my eyes but images of half-forgotten fantasies flashed across closed lids. I was too close and if I didn't do something quickly....
I reopened my eyes and looked down at Hutch. His mouth was slightly open and I could feel him trying to control his breathing. As I watched, he licked his lips and I knew what I had to do. I lifted myself off Hutch and knee-walked to the head of the bed. Kneeling there beside Hutch, I touched his cheek with my hand. He opened his eyes and gazed at me in confusion. I smiled down at him and guided him toward my cock.
"Suck me, babe. I want you to suck me 'til I come."
Hutch trembled as he raised himself to his hands and knees, and then lowered his head. I was engulfed in wet heat and I carded my hands through that blond hair to hold Hutch's head still. As I thrust into that willing mouth, I told my love what I was going to do to him.
"Hutch, I'm going to make love to you so long and so deep, you'll never forget it. I want to taste every inch of you. I want to lick that tight hole of yours and feel it open to my tongue. Oh, shit...."
Hutch had grabbed my hips and was pulling me deeper into his mouth. Oh, god - it felt like I was halfway down his throat. I started thrusting faster and faster and then I glanced down. The expression of absolute bliss on Hutch's face finished me. With one final lunge, I came and watched in awe as Hutch swallowed all I had to offer.
Hutch continued to suckle as I softened in his mouth, only releasing me after making sure I had no more to give. Then he laid back down on the bed. My thighs were quivering with the strain and I collapsed next to my partner. Reaching over, I drew Hutch's head to mine and kissed him, tasting my semen there. My head was spinning as I explored Hutch's mouth lazily, nibbling at his lips and tongue. Finally the need for air prevailed and I reluctantly freed myself from Hutch's addictive lips. I drew a desperately needed deep breath and tried to speak.
"God, Hutch, I love you. You are incredible." Hutch opened his eyes and grinned. "I mean it, babe. Infuckingcredible."
I continued to lie there, trying to catch my breath, when I felt something hot and hard against my thigh. It took a minute for my brain to comprehend that it was Hutch's cock and that he obviously hadn't come. That was fine with me, because I hadn't finished playing with him, either.
Now that I had the edge taken off, I was ready to concentrate on pleasuring that beautiful body lying next to me. Hutch was still smiling softly, apparently more than happy to wait for my next move. I reached out, pushed Hutch onto his back, and then quickly straddled him. I never tired of the sight of Hutch laid out beneath me like some sort of exotic banquet. My only problem was in trying to decide which to try first.
Do I sample those oh-so-kissable lips or perhaps I should nibble at those oh-so-suckable nipples. And then there was Hutch's neck. It practically begged to be marked, all that lovely white skin just mine for the taking. The decision was swiftly taken out of my hands, however, when Hutch reached up and grasped my head with those deceptively strong hands of his. Before I could react, he pulled me down for a kiss.
This was the kiss I'd been waiting for; one full of passion and just slightly out of control. I opened my mouth willingly and Hutch was right there, taking what he wanted from me. I could feel his cock against my ass, hard and wet, as he began driving his hips upward in a vain attempt to get inside me. Then in the next instant, I was flat on my back and Hutch was the one straddling me. He broke off the kiss and I was left gasping for air.
He was leaning over me and I knew that the rules of this game had changed when he whispered in my ear, "When are you going to let me come, Starsk? You're driving me effing crazy here. I'm not sure what I might do to you if you don't let me come soon...." Oh, yeah, that got my attention.
I chuckled softly and answered, "You want to come, babe, you gotta ask nicer than that. Let's not forget who's in charge here."
Hutch's grin definitely got more evil. "Well, Starsky, I think that whoever's on top's in charge, don't you? And since I just happen to be on top, I've decided that turnabout is fair play. So, why don't you be a good boy and suck me."
Just like that, the head of his cock was brushing against my lips, and I couldn't resist. I wanted a taste of him more than anything. I opened my mouth and welcomed him with my tongue, sucking that hard length deep into my throat. I was desperate for him to use my mouth and I grabbed at his hips to direct his thrusts. Hutch gently pried my hands from him and held them up to his lips, suckling on each finger in turn while he lazily drove his cock into my mouth, refusing to increase the pace.
I had to close my eyes as the sheer eroticism of this act inspired me to full erection and within seconds, I was ready to come again. I opened my eyes when Hutch released my arms and directed them to the headboard. I obediently held on, shivering at the incendiary expression on Hutch's face. God knows, I'd wanted Hutch to be able to feel save enough to lose control, but that look... A small part of me quailed at the thought of it.
Hutch must have sensed that minute shift in mood, because he abruptly pulled out of my mouth, leaving me with an oddly bereft feeling. He leaned over, kissed me softly on the mouth, and then trailed his lips to my ear. There he blew gently and whispered, "It will be all right, my love. I promise. You're giving me everything I could ever want and I won't abuse that trust."
Hutch lifted his head to stare into my eyes. As I gazed back, I felt like I was drowning in a clear blue pool of love and tenderness. Hutch's heart was finally laid bare for me and I drew it eagerly into my own, rejoicing in the realization that my heart felt complete now.
"I love you, Hutch." The words seemed inadequate but I had no others to give him. Hutch smiled sweetly and I had to smile in return. I knew he understood. Then his eyes darkened as the passion flared again and I opened my mouth in a silent invitation. Hutch grinned wickedly.
"God, Starsk, you are a slut, aren't you?" I swallowed convulsively as those words went straight to my cock. Hutch gave a low laugh as he sat back up and reached over me. When I saw he had the massage oil, I opened my legs in anticipation. Hutch just shook his head and poured some of the oil into his hand. I waited for him to slick his cock, but instead he took his fingers and slowly began fucking himself. I gasped and Hutch plunged his cock into my waiting mouth.
This time Hutch didn't hold back. I concentrated on not coming as I watched that beautiful man above me work himself to orgasm. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen; Hutch drove his hips down onto his fingers relentlessly, pushing himself harder and faster. I lifted my head off the pillow and swallowed Hutch's cock to the hilt, sucking for all I was worth. Hutch threw his head back and screamed as his climax overtook him. His come seared my throat as he pumped into me and I shuddered as I desperately tried not to come myself.
Just as I was about to take myself in hand, Hutch yanked his cock from my mouth and in one swift move buried my cock in his ass, taking me in completely. He ground his ass against me, and I was finished. I sobbed as I came, never wanting the pleasure to end, feeling the heat of Hutch around me, drawing me in deeper.
I wrapped my arms around my lover, hugging him close to me as I slowly returned to reality. How I loved this man.
I drifted for a while, content to have Hutch draped over me, the warm weight of him soothing my soul. We both groaned as I softened and slipped out of him, mourning the loss of our connection. Hutch sighed and then I felt him shaking. Concerned, I gently rolled him off me.
"Oh, God - I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked. Hutch didn't answer and I was beginning to get worried. Then I realized that he was laughing. I began to chuckle myself even though I wasn't sure of the joke yet.
"Okay, blintz, what's so funny?"
Hutch opened his eyes and the merriment dancing there warmed my heart. "I was just thinking - maybe now I'll be able to ride in that damn tomato of yours without getting a hardon!"
We both burst out laughing again and lay there side by side, chuckling helplessly at the silliness of it all. Then Hutch grabbed my hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing it tenderly.
"I love you, David."
Somehow the words weren't inadequate when he said them. I smiled and I knew he understood.