#6 in my Fix Series, sequel to Starsky's Fix. Comments on this story can be sent to: TazzyJan@aol.com
When Hutch awoke, the first thing he realized was that he had to go to the bathroom. The second thing he realized was that there was no way in hell he could get there on his own. At the slightest movement, his entire body screamed its protest. He had heard people say that they hurt in places they didn't know they had before. He now understood what they meant.
"Easy, babe," Starsky whispered in his ear. "Don't try to move just yet."
"Have to, Starsk. Nature calls," Hutch grimaced.
"Okay, babe, just let me help you." Starsky got out of bed quickly and helped Hutch to his feet.
Try as he might, Hutch couldn't contain the groan of pain that action elicited. Starsky flinched at the sound and gripped Hutch's arm a little tighter as they carefully made their way to the bathroom.
To Hutch's embarrassment, Starsky insisted he sit down to pee. Once his partner was safely seated, Starsky started the bathtub filling. He knew a good hot soak would ease most of Hutch's discomfort, though it would take a couple of days before he was fully healed. He had no idea how they were going to go in and fill out their reports today. He'd have to call Dobey later and see what they could work out. There was no way Hutch could sit long enough to ride all the way to the station. Not after last night.
As the tub filled, Starsky added some oil to the water. The rich scent of vanilla soon filled the small room and he smiled as Hutch relaxed the tiniest bit. If there was one thing he knew, it was how to take care of his lovers. Sometimes, it was his favorite part.
"Come on, babe. Let's get you into the tub," Starsky prompted as he helped Hutch to his feet again.
Starsky eased him in as gently as he could. Hutch hissed at the first touch of warm water on his abused backside. Once he was settled, Starsky knelt down beside the tub and began to wash his lover. He used his hands to clean him, lathering them up then rubbing them into Hutch's sore muscles. He stroked and kneaded until he felt each muscle relax, then he moved on to the next. He worked from head to foot, though he ignored his lover's groin for the time being.
Hutch kept silent as he watched Starsky bathe him. It was lazily erotic and his body responded sluggishly. But more than that, it was reverent, as if Starsky was paying homage to his body and the abuse he had taken for his lover's sake. Hutch didn't think he had ever felt so loved...so cherished...before now.
"Sit up and wrap your arms around your knees," Starsky instructed. "I need to do your back."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Hutch asked.
"No," Starsky smiled. "I ain't forgot it. I'm just saving it for last. Now let me help you sit up." Together they got Hutch positioned to Starsky's satisfaction so he could begin the process of washing Hutch's back. He showed the same loving care he had shown earlier, gently massaging away every ache and pain he came in contact with. This was his way of making amends for the violence he had unleashed. With his hands he said I'm sorry and I love you and thank you all at once.
"Lean back again," Starsky said once he had finished Hutch's back.
Hutch did so without complaint, content to let Starsky do as he would. He tensed when a hand slid under the water to caress his buttocks. He started to say something, but Starsky shook his head. No words were needed. Hutch relaxed and let his lover do as he would.
As carefully as he could, Starsky stroked in between his lover's cheeks. He washed away the dried blood, mindful of the tender area. When he brushed his finger over Hutch's anus, the blond whimpered and Starsky immediately withdrew.
"I'm sorry," Starsky said.
"I'm not," Hutch replied, his blue eyes serious.
"I know," Starsky replied with a half-smile. Then his hands were back in the water and cupping Hutch's balls. This time the moan was pure pleasure as Starsky stroked him. His arousal had flagged with the momentary pain, but it was back with a vengeance now. Starsky smiled as the penis in his hand grew large and heavy under the water.
"Mmmm. Feels good," Hutch murmured. Starsky was stroking him nice and slow, letting him enjoy it. The warm water swirled around his cock, caressing him wherever his lover's hand was not. He could feel his balls drawing up tight signally his impending climax. "I'm gonna come if you keep that up."
"That was the plan," Starsky laughed as he increased his stroking slightly and ran his thumb over the leaking head. Hutch gasped at the sensation and came, spilling his seed into the water. When it was over, he felt boneless and drained. How he was going to get out of the tub was a mystery to him. He decided he'd just lay there and let Starsky figure it out.
"Rest here for a minute," Starsky said as he reluctantly released his prize and stood. "I'll be right back."
True to his word, Starsky was back quickly, though not before Hutch had almost fallen asleep again. Hutch wondered if his lover felt awkward running around naked, but didn't have the strength to ask. "Put your arms around my neck, Hutch," Starsky said as he bent down. Once his lover had complied, he slid his arms around and beneath him and lifted the blond in one smooth motion.
"You're gonna kill yourself, Gordo," Hutch said as Starsky carried him, wet and dripping, from the bath to the bed. Towels had been spread out on Starsky's side and Hutch found himself being lowered onto them. Only when he was completely dry did Starsky move him over to his own side of the bed and dispose of the towels.
"You get some more rest, babe," Starsky said as he covered his exhausted lover. "I'm gonna go make us something to eat. Then I'm gonna check you out and make sure I didn't do any real damage."
"You didn't," Hutch assured him.
"I don't think I did, either," Starsky admitted, "but I have to be sure. Now rest. I'll bring breakfast in when it's ready."
"Love you, Starsk."
"Love you, too."
Starsky had to force himself to go into the kitchen. All he wanted to do right now was lay down beside Hutch and watch him sleep. But he had breakfast to make. He decided to keep things simple and made omelets. Hutch always liked his omelets.
Hutch was just waking up again when Starsky carried a breakfast-laden tray into the bedroom and set it on the dresser. "I need to check you over first, then we can eat," Starsky said as he sat down beside his lover.
Hutch was about to protest when he saw the look on his lover's face. Worry furrowed the man's brow and his eyes reflected concern and remorse. This was something Starsky needed to do.
"What do you need me to do?" Hutch asked, giving in.
"Just roll over on your stomach and spread your legs," Starsky said. "I'll be as quick and as gentle as I can."
"Do what you need to, partner," Hutch said as he rolled over.
When Hutch was in position, Starsky once again moved to kneel between his spread thighs. Finger shaped bruises stood out on Hutch's buttocks and hips. He felt a pang of guilt that he had hurt his lover, but he felt something else, too. Something dark and happy that Hutch wore his marks.
Reaching out, he gently caressed Hutch's backside, mindful of the bruising. When he felt his lover relax into his touch, he spread the cheeks apart to survey the damage. It wasn't as bad as he had feared. A single tear, though longer and deeper than he would have liked, marred his lover's body. They were going to have to put some antiseptic on that.
"Well?" Hutch asked, unable to wait any longer. How much could Starsky actually find to look at back there?
"I tore you pretty bad," Starsky said as he kissed each cheek then moved off the bed. Hutch started to roll over but Starsky stopped him. "It's only one tear, but it's long and deep. I need to put some ointment on it."
"Oh, come on, Starsk..." Hutch started to protest.
"It's either that or I take you to the emergency room and let them do it," Starsky said, the tone in his voice brooking no argument.
"You're serious, aren't you?" Hutch asked.
"Completely," Starsky affirmed. "It's not that bad a tear, but if we don't treat it, it could get infected. Would you like to explain that to a doctor? Or Dobey?"
"Good point," Hutch conceded. "You do it."
"Be right back, babe," Starsky said. He dashed into the bathroom and was back a moment later, ointment in hand. "Now just lay there and let me take care'a ya."
Hutch did as he was told and again Starsky climbed between his thighs. He felt warm hands pry his cheeks apart again then cool cream was being rubbed around his anus. He hissed when a lone finger tenderly pierced his body as Starsky rubbed the ointment inside him.
Starsky worked as efficiently as he could. He knew this was no picnic for Hutch, but it had to be done. He hated having to penetrate his partner again so soon, even with just a finger. He couldn't help but flinch when Hutch hissed at the invasion. Then it was done and Starsky was once more moving off the bed to head to the bathroom.
Hutch stayed where he was as Starsky disappeared into the bathroom. The pain was subsiding again, but he wasn't sure they were finished. He hoped they were. That had been harder to do than he thought.
"All done, babe," Starsky said as he walked over and picked up their breakfast. He waited until Hutch was situated before setting the tray over his lap.
"This looks great, Starsk," Hutch said as he began to eat.
They ate slowly, stealing bits off each other's plates until the food was all gone. Setting the tray on the dresser again, Starsky got back into bed beside his lover and pulled him into his arms. Hutch snuggled down in the embrace, happy and content.
"I need to call Dobey and let him know we won't be in today," Starsky said.
"I can go in and fill out the reports, Starsk," Hutch said. "It shouldn't take more than an hour or so."
"That's an hour, or more, sitting on a hard chair," Starsky argued. "Not to mention the ride to and from the station. No way, babe. Not today."
"Dobey's gonna be pissed," Hutch replied.
"He'll get over it," Starsky grinned. He reached toward the nightstand and grabbed the phone. He wanted to get the phone call over with so he could concentrate on Hutch.
Hutch flinched when he heard Dobey bellow over the phone. Starsky had been forced to pull the phone from his ear to keep from having his eardrum damaged. He held his ground, though. They were not going in today and that was that.
"Thanks, Starsk," Hutch said once his lover hung up the phone.
"You're welcome," Starsky replied. "Now how about we get back to snuggling."
Hutch smiled and did just that, snuggling down into Starsky's arms, his head pillowed on his lover's chest. He wished they could stay like this forever. Just the two of them. With Huggy dropping by occasionally with food. Hutch couldn't help but laugh at the picture of Huggy coming over to bring them food so they wouldn't have to get out of bed.
"What's so funny?" Starsky asked.
"Just figuring out how we can keep from having to ever leave the bed," Hutch replied.
"Oh yeah? What'd ya come up with?" Starsky asked as he pulled his lover a little closer. It was nice to know that Hutch was just as deeply committed to all this as he was.
"Well, so far I've got Huggy bringing us food," Hutch told him.
"Nice to know you got your priorities straight," Starsky said.
"I thought you'd be pleased that I thought of food first."
"You always think of me first," Starsky remarked. "But you know, I think I could even live without food as long as I still had your kisses."
"Romantic, Starsk," Hutch said as he rose up and gave his lover one of those very kisses. "Can I ask you something, babe?"
"Sure, Hutch. Ask me anything you want," Starsky replied.
"Have you ever done it the other way around?" Hutch asked.
"I don't think I understand what you're askin', babe," Starsky said. "Done what?"
"What we did last night," Hutch clarified. "Have you ever been on the receiving end of something like that?"
"No," Starsky said. "Like I told ya, it started in Nam and I had to be in control there. After that, the only time I did anything like that was when I really needed it. And I couldn't be the passive one then. I had to be the one in control."
"Oh," Hutch said.
"Why'd you want to know?" Starsky pressed. He knew his lover very well. There was something else that Hutch wanted to know.
"Just curious," Hutch replied. He felt Starsky stiffen around him and knew his lie had been seen for what it was.
"Out with it, Hutch," Starsky said. "No lies and no secrets, babe. Talk to me."
"I was just wondering if you'd ever want to, um, you know, reverse things," Hutch managed to say.
"Sure, babe," Starsky said. "Whenever you want."
"But...you just said..."
"I said I'd never done it before," Starsky replied. "And I haven't. Never trusted any of them enough. You're different. I also said I didn't care for bottoming, either. But I love it with you."
"Starsk, are you sure?" Hutch asked. "We don't have to or anything."
"I'm sure," Starsky assured him. "I'm not afraid of a little pain, Hutch."
"That's, uh, not exactly what I had in mind," Hutch said. "I don't want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you."
"Then what do you want to do?" Starsky asked.
"I want to hear you beg," Hutch said softly, careful of bringing one of his most cherished fantasies to light. "I want to make you beg me to touch you and not touch you and fuck you and anything else I can think of."
"You are tryin' ta kill me," Starsky moaned.
"Maybe, but what a way to go," Hutch said.
"Just wait till you're better," Starsky said. "Then we'll play out that little fantasy of yours all you want."
"Promise?" Hutch asked.