#4 in my Fix series...a sequel to Fixations. Special thanks to Al and Polly for all their help with this. Without them the story would be considerably worse off. Comments on this story can be sent to: TazzyJan@aol.com
Fixture Of Love
"Tell me what you meant," Hutch said as he lay in his lover's arms. He felt Starsky tense around him and knew he understood. They had been lovers for a month now and back at work for two weeks. That first morning they had both been afraid, thinking that somehow all they were to each other would be laid bare for anyone who chose to look. It was almost a disappointment when no one seemed to notice. In fact, they weren't showing anyone anything they hadn't seen for years.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Starsky asked.
"Yeah," Hutch said. "I need to know. There's something you're not telling me. Something you're holding back. Some part of you you're holding back. And I'm greedy enough to want all of you."
"Okay, babe," Starsky relented. He had known this was coming, the only surprise was that his curious partner had waited as long as he had. "Just remember what happened to Eve."
"It's okay, Hutch. I'm gonna tell ya. But I need you to just lie here and listen. Let me do this my way. Can you do that?"
"Yeah. I can do that," Hutch said, but he was getting a bad feeling about this.
"Once upon a time, a long time ago, little David Starsky went to Hell," Starsky began. "Only back then, they called it Viet Nam. But it was Hell. Don't ever let anyone tell you it wasn't. Now little David was young and dumb and scared spitless. That's when he met a man named Thompson. Thompson took little David under his wing and taught him how to stay alive. Since I don't want to take a walk down that particular part of Memory Lane, let's just say that stuff happened. Lots of stuff. And a short time later, he and little David became lovers."
At Hutch's indrawn breath, Starsky stopped. He rubbed his hands up and down Hutch's arms, soothing him with his touch. He knew this was going to be hard for Hutch to hear, possessive thing that he was. But the man wanted to know and Starsky thought he had a right to know what he was getting into.
"He was my first male lover," Starsky said. "He taught me everything I know about pleasing a man. But it wasn't long before he realized that I needed to be the one in control. Everything else was so out of control for me that I needed something that I had power over.
"Now don't get me wrong, lover," Starsky continued. "I like being on the receiving end, too. And I can't wait till you're ready to take me. I'm gonna love submittin' to you. But back then, I had to be the one in command. I had to be the one callin' all the shots. He understood that. And he let me."
"Starsky, I don't see where anything you've told me..." Hutch began only to be stopped when Starsky started to laugh.
"I haven't told you anything yet, ya goof. I'm just settin' the stage. Givin' you a feel for what it was like, what was goin' on in my head. But I guess I'd better just cut to the chase, huh?
"Sometimes...sometimes I'd be so wound up from a close call that I was vibratin' with it. We'd go to each other then. I'd start barkin' orders, tellin' him to strip, get on his knees, bend over a table, whatever I felt like at the time. I always took him, though usually not right away. And I always took him hard, as hard as I could. Sometimes I'd see fear in his eyes. And I knew it was from me. That I had put it there. Those times I took him so hard I had to help him walk afterwards. And I loved it. Every damn time I loved it. Now you know."
"Is that everything?" Hutch asked, still reeling from the picture Starsky had so eloquently painted in his head.
"For the most part," Starsky said. "I got off on controllin' him. I got off on hurtin' him and scarin' him. Every time I'd see that little flash of fear, it'd go straight to my cock. Like I was tellin' ya, I can be a real bastard when I want to."
"Did he ever fight you? Tell you no?" Hutch questioned. This was very important. He could easily see his strong lover in the role of dominant. He could never picture the man in the role of rapist.
"Not really," Starsky replied.
"What the hell does 'not really' mean?"
"He'd fight me because I got off on it, got off on the idea of takin' him against his will. He never fought me to get away or because he didn't want it." Starsky answered with almost brutal honesty. Better for Hutch to see exactly what he was getting.
"Are you sure?" Hutch pressed.
"I'm sure," Starsky replied. "He'd tell me he loved it when it was over. And we had a code word. If he really wanted me to stop, he could use it and I would know he meant it."
"So, um, you haven't, uh, done this since Nam?" Hutch asked.
"I didn't say that," Starsky replied. "I said it started over there. I've done it a time or two here. Usually only when the need was so strong I couldn't keep it in anymore."
"Do you want that with me?"
"Honestly? Yes and no," Starsky answered. "I never want to see fear in your eyes. I think it'd make me sick if I looked at you and saw fear and knew I was the one who put it there."
"But the rest? The controlling? The...the taking?"
"Sometimes, I just need it," Starsky admitted. "But let's get one thing straight right now. I may need it, but I need you more. And I'll never cheat on you. If this is something you can't give me, I'll live without it. That'd probl'y be for the best anyway."
"And if I want to give it?" Hutch asked, pulling Starsky's arms around him even tighter.
"Do you?" Starsky shot back. The ball was in Hutch's court and it was going to stay there. He wasn't about to take a chance on screwing this up.
"I'd like to try," Hutch said, his voice unsure. Sometimes he felt so overwhelmed. He wasn't used to being the one who had to do all the learning in this partnership. And it had been a long time since any lover had made him feel sexually naive.
"Would you now?" Starsky purred, pitching his voice soft and sexy and irresistible. "Would you like to have me commanding you? Ordering you? Making you perform for me? I like watching my lover touch himself. Would you do that for me? Would you lie on our bed and touch yourself for me?"
"Yes," Hutch moaned, pushing back against his lover.
"Or is it the taking that excites you?"
Hutch shivered at the sound of his voice. He had never heard Starsky sound like that before. It was the most erotic thing he had ever heard. "Starsk..."
"Do you like the thought of that? Of submitting to me, not because you want to but because I made you? Does the thought of fighting me, struggling against me, turn you on? Does it make you hard to think of yourself held down beneath me, unable to get free, being fucked whether you want it or not?"
"Oh, God," Hutch moaned. His body was on fire. If just Starsky's words turned him on like this, he didn't know how he'd survive the act itself.
Starsky smiled down at his inflamed lover. He loved seeing Hutch like this, all turned on and burning for him. It satisfied a need somewhere deep inside him to know that he alone did this to his normally reserved partner. He alone was the cause of the hard-on standing out so proudly from Hutch's body. He alone was the reason Hutch moaned and writhed. It was heady knowledge and he loved it.
"Do you know how beautiful you are right now?" Starsky asked as he rolled over and pinned Hutch's body beneath his own. "How hot you make me moanin' and wigglin' around like some great big cat in heat?"
"How hot?" Hutch managed to ask as Starsky latched onto his neck and began to suck hard.
"Hot enough to shove your legs up and fuck you into next week," Starsky growled as he ground their bodies together roughly.
"Yes!" Hutch shouted a little louder than he meant to. "Fuck me, Starsk. I want to feel you inside me."
"Not this time, lover," Starsky said as he pushed himself away from his partner. "This time, I want to feel you inside me."
"Starsk, no. I'm too excited for that now. I don't want to hurt you," Hutch said. He was panting. They both were. Neither of them had the control for this right now.
"I know. That's why I'm gonna make ya cum first," Starsky said as he moved again. "I'm gonna make us both cum. Then I'm gonna get on my hands and knees for ya and you're gonna take me."
"Are you sure about this, Starsk?" Hutch forced himself to form a coherent sentence.
"Oh yeah, blondie. I'm sure." All at once Starsky found himself grabbed and flipped over onto his back. Hutch was holding his hands above his head and staring down at him. The look of lust on the man's face made Starsky moan as he tugged ineffectually at his hands.
"Then we're doing this my way," Hutch said. "I'm going to make us cum then I'm going to do every wicked thing I've been dreaming about. Will you let me?"
"Yeah, babe," Starsky said. "Do your worst."
"I'd rather do my best," Hutch gasped out. Conversation ended as he bent down to seal their mouths together. Still holding Starsky's hands over his head, he ground their cocks together, luxuriating in the feel of his lover thrashing beneath him.
As hot as they both were, Hutch knew it wouldn't take long. Their mouths still locked together, Hutch began to thrust faster. Starsky quickly picked up the rhythm, moving under his partner as much as the man's body would allow.
They cried out as they came, first Starsky then Hutch, though the sounds were lost in each other's mouths. Hutch continued to hold his lover's hands trapped overhead as he moved against him slowly. With a sigh, he rolled off the other man and lay beside him for a moment.
"That was incredible," Starsky said as soon as he could find his voice.
"Glad you liked it," Hutch smiled.
"Have I told you lately that you have a gift for understatement?" Hutch laughed out loud and Starsky relaxed beside him. Now that they had taken the wild edge off things, they could concentrate on making this last.
"Are you ready for this, Starsk?" Hutch asked yet again.
"I'm ready for whatever you want to do," Starsky replied honestly. "I'll give you anything you want, Hutch. So why don't you tell me what it is you think I won't be able to handle, huh?"
"I want to own you," Hutch stated. "I want to own you like you owned me. I want to do things to you and have you do things to me."
"Sounds great so far," Starsky said, knowing there was more.
"All right. I want you to do whatever I ask. Whatever I say. No argument. I want you to submit to me. Completely. You're not running the show this time, partner. I am."
"I can do that," Starsky said, that small lopsided grin on his face. "I can give you that. I want to give you that."
"Good," Hutch said. "But if I do something you really don't like, or things get too much for you, just call me by my name and I'll stop. Okay?"
Starsky nodded, his voice too thick for speech. God, how he loved this man. This beautiful golden man who he knew was about to love him within an inch of his life. This was going to be the sweetest submission of his life.
Hutch rolled onto his side, his arm propping up his head and looked at his lover. The evidence of their passion lay cooling on Starsky's stomach. He thought about bending forward and licking it away, but had a better idea. Using his free hand, he reached out and scooped some of it onto his fingers. He could see Starsky watching him through hooded eyes, unsure what he was up to. The look of wanton surprise on Starsky's face when he brought his cum covered fingers to his lover's mouth made him chuckle.
"Lick it," Hutch instructed as he held his fingers in front of Starsky's mouth. After the briefest of hesitations, that agile pink tongue darted out and quickly licked Hutch's finger clean.
"Again," Hutch said as he scooped up more of their combined seed and fed it to his lover.
Starsky moaned low in his throat as he did as Hutch bid him. He wasn't sure what he had expected when Hutch said he wanted to do this, but this blatantly erotic act had not been it. He felt his cock tingle, but knew it was too soon for him to get erect again. As Hutch reached down to caress his cock and balls he made a mental note to ask his partner if he'd recently taken out a life insurance policy on him or something. The man was most assuredly trying to kill him.
"Starsk," Hutch called softly, drawing his lover back to him.
"Yeah?" Starsky replied. Even getting words out right now was an effort.
"I love you," Hutch said as began moving around.
"I love you, too, babe," Starsky smiled. "Where ya goin'?"
"Nowhere. Just getting into a better position." Hutch was on his knees facing Starsky now. He smiled down at the man before moving to straddle his chest. He moved forward until his lax genitals were in front of his lover's mouth. "Clean me."
Starsky just stared for a minute as the words sank in. He stared up into blue eyes that seemed to burn before quickly bringing his attention back to the matter at hand. Or maybe that was mouth. He grinned to himself then brought his tongue out to lick the head of Hutch's cock. His partner's groan of pleasure was all the incentive Starsky needed and he pulled the soft organ into his mouth to suckle. Soft, he could hold the entire thing in his mouth comfortably. He did so now while keeping up a light suction and running his tongue over the smooth surface.
Hutch grunted at the feeling of his lax sex completely engulfed in his lover's mouth. He grabbed onto the headboard to keep from falling and let Starsky run the show for a few minutes. It felt so good to be in that mouth. He was surprised to feel himself start to stir. Though considering the little wanton underneath him, sucking his cock like a pro, he shouldn't have been. He felt Starsky start to draw his head back as his cock started to lengthen and he pushed forward. He wasn't ready to give up that warm moist haven just yet.
Starsky tried to back off again, but Hutch wouldn't let him. Opening his mouth wider, he hoped to make more room, but Hutch's cock was fast filling it up. Starsky knew his lover wouldn't hurt him, so he wasn't afraid. If it were any man other than Hutch doing this, he would have panicked by now. Big time.
The third time Starsky tried to back off, Hutch let him. He looked down at his lover, enjoying the sight of his half hard cock disappearing in Starsky's mouth. With a sigh, he pulled completely out and moved to lie beside his lover once more.
"You are so incredibly beautiful," Hutch said as he idly stroked his lover's chest. "So strong and dark and masculine. I'm hard now because of you. No woman's ever been able to get me hard again that quick. Just you. You get me so hot I could scream."
"Same here, babe," Starsky said. Hutch's words were going straight to his groin and he wasn't surprised to find himself half erect and once more craving his lover's touch.
"Tell me, David, who owns you?" Hutch asked, his voice almost casual.
"You do," came the quick reply. "Heart, mind, body and soul. You do, Hutch."
"Good." The reply was seemingly distracted but Hutch went on before Starsky could question. "When I take you tonight, when I claim you, I want you this way. On your back."
"Whatever you want, babe," Starsky agreed. The position was harder with a greater chance of getting hurt, but one look in his partner's eyes made up his mind. Hutch wanted this. And what Hutch wanted, Hutch got.
"I want to see you. I want to see your face when I slide into you for the first time. I want you to see me. To know it's me that's taking you. And I want to see your face when you cum from my cock fucking you in the ass."
The soft sultry words seared Starsky's brain and set his body on fire. His cock was fully erect now and begging for attention. He had a feeling it was going to be begging for quite a while. He knew what that look in Hutch's eyes meant. He had worn it often enough himself. Tonight Hutch was the predator and he was the prey.
Without warning, Hutch rolled on top of him and pinned his arms over his head again. Hutch brought his mouth down hard and fast, shoving his tongue as deeply into Starsky's mouth as he could. Hutch thrust his tongue in and withdrew, a parody of the act to come, as Starsky tried to return the frenzied kiss.
"Can I trust you to keep your hands there or do I need to tie them down?" Hutch asked when he finally pulled back.
"I...I'll keep them there," Starsky promised, though he wasn't quite sure how he was going to manage it.
"Good." With that, Hutch began to move slowly down his body. He licked, kissed and nipped random pieces of flesh. He paid special attention to Starsky's neck, knowing how sensitive the man was there. At one point, he actually had to hold Starsky's head in place so he could continue his assault.
Then it was on to Starsky's nipples. He laved each one with his tongue until the small buds stood firm and erect. Once that was accomplished, he was moving again. Down his lover's body, licking and kissing his way until he reached Starsky's leaking erection.
Starsky bucked when he felt Hutch's mouth on his cock, but he kept his hands in place. He loved the feel of Hutch's mouth on him, moving over him, taking him in. And his lover had learned very quickly just what to do to rock his world. He bit his lip hard to keep from crying out as Hutch took him in as far as he could. His lover was getting very good at this.
As much as Hutch wanted to, he didn't linger long over Starsky's cock. There was so much he wanted to do to his lover and he knew Starsky would come if he kept this up. With a parting kiss to the head of his cock, Hutch moved downward again and licked his lover's balls. He felt Starsky begin to shake as he ran his tongue over the two delicate orbs before sucking them, one at a time, into his mouth. This was a little trick that drove him crazy and he had been waiting patiently to try it on his partner. Hutch was more than pleased with the response as Starsky cried out his pleasure.
Finally, Hutch took pity on his lover and released his prize. He sat back on his knees once more and ran his hands over his trembling partner. "Hands and knees now, David," he said softly.
"Huh? I thought you wanted..." Starsky began only to be cut off.
"I do. But I want to taste you first," Hutch said.
Starsky felt his face heat as he realized just where his partner wanted to taste him. He rolled over as fast as his wrung out body could manage. This was something else he never pictured Hutch wanting. He should have known better than to underestimate this man.
Hutch helped position his shaking lover as Starsky tried to get his unsteady body into the desired position. He felt his own cock twitch at the knowledge that he was the one who was driving Starsky out of his mind with need. He thought for a moment of throwing his plans away and taking his lover right then, but discarded the idea. He wanted Starsky to beg for it. He wanted his lover so desperate for his touch he would beg to be taken. Only then would he claim him.
Hesitating only a little, Hutch leaned forward and ran his tongue between Starsky's spread cheeks. Not deeply. Just enough to tease. His lover moaned and spread his legs further, enticing Hutch to taste him deeper still. Gripping the cheeks tightly, Hutch pried them apart still more and did just that.
Starsky jolted forward at the first feel of Hutch's tongue on his anus. It was like a jolt of electricity that slammed through him, leaving him shaking and sweating in its wake. He had done this for lovers before, both male and female, but none had ever done it to him. Now he knew what he had been missing. Though he doubted if it would have felt like this with anyone but the beautiful golden man behind him.
Hutch continued to tongue him, slipping the barest tip of his tongue inside then pulling it out again. It was the sweetest torture. Starsky knew he was only seconds away from begging. Begging his lover to do something, anything, other than tease him with that tongue. He could feel the desire to submit building in him. He could feel it growing, reaching out and taking hold of him.
"Please," Starsky begged. "Please."
"Please what?" Hutch asked, sitting back. Starsky was shaking like a leaf, his hands fisted in the blankets so tightly his knuckles were white. Reaching toward the bedside table, Hutch grabbed the oil and coated his finger liberally.
"Please take me," Starsky ground out. "Please. Take me. Make me yours. I need you so bad."
"How bad? Tell me," Hutch commanded as he pressed his oiled finger to Starsky's anus then pushed inside.
"Ahhh! God, Hutch," Starsky moaned as he felt the digit slide inside him.
"Tell me!" Hutch commanded again.
"I want you so bad it hurts. My cock aches. And all I can think of is how much I want you inside me. How much I want to feel your cock taking me." Starsky ground back on the finger inside him and Hutch quickly added another one. He pressed them in as far as he could, using their length to his advantage. Starsky moaned and arched back, eager for more.
"Who do you belong to, Starsk?" Hutch asked as he thrust his fingers in and out.
"WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?" Hutch asked again, louder this time, his hand never stopping.
"YOU! I belong to you. Kenneth Hutchinson. I belong to Kenneth Hutchinson. Please. Ahhh!" Starsky thrust back hard. He was panting and sweating and more turned on than he could remember. All he felt was a driving need to join with this man. If he didn't do it soon, he thought he might explode.
Hutch shakily added more oil to his hand and two fingers became three. He could feel his lover's body stretching to accommodate his fingers and he trembled. He could easily imagine how that body would feel as it stretched around his cock. He thrust his fingers back and forth quickly, almost roughly. This had gone on too long already. He needed to finish it for both of them.
Pulling his hand out, he poured some of the oil on his cock. He lifted the bottle up and drizzled some between Starsky's cheeks as well. His lover was still on his hands and knees so Hutch flipped him onto his back in one smooth motion. Their eyes met then and the need was there for both of them to see. Hutch didn't think he had ever seen anyone look more beautiful than his partner did right then with his legs pulled back and his eyes burning with passion.
"I own you. Heart, mind, body and soul. I own you. And I'm taking what's mine," Hutch said as he placed his cock at the entrance to his lover's body and slid home.
"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease," Starsky begged as he felt Hutch enter him.
As soon as he breached the opening, Hutch stopped. He held himself still, both savoring the feel of his lover's body around him for the first time and giving that same body time to adjust. Only when the pressure on the head relaxed a fraction did he press forward again. He used all of his control to enter his lover as slowly as he could. It seemed to take forever, but at last he was all the way inside.
"I'm all the way in now, Starsk," he panted. "Can you feel me?"
"God, yes," Starsky said. "You feel so big. It feels like there's not enough room. Not for both of us. Feels like you're pushin' parts of me out. Pushin' parts of me out and fillin' up the spaces with you."
"I am," Hutch said as he pulled back a bit and thrust forward. Starsky groaned at the slight movement, feeling it on a level he never thought he would. "I'm pushing all the bad parts out. Just like you did for me. And I'm fillin' 'em up with me. With my love for you. I'm leavin' my mark inside your body. Brandin' your soul."
"Yes!" Starsky shouted as Hutch pulled out a bit farther and thrust back inside.
"I love you, David Starsky," Hutch said as he began to thrust harder. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone before. I love you more than I'll ever love anyone again. And every day I love you more."
"God, Hutch. Love you too, babe," Starsky panted, his eyes never leaving those of his lover.
His control vanishing, Hutch leaned over and sealed their lips as he began to thrust frantically. He slipped his oil-covered hand between their bodies and Starsky groaned into his mouth when he stroked him. It didn't last long. It couldn't. Hutch held his own orgasm in check until he felt his lover stiffen beneath him and cover his hand with cum. Before Starsky's orgasm was complete, Hutch was coming, too. He shuddered as he filled his partner's body with his seed. He could feel their souls touching... merging together... mingling.
This was what he had waited for his entire life.
It was more than worth the wait.
5th story in The Fix series: Starsky's Fix