This fic is a follow up to the episode The Specialist and takes place where that ep ends. Comments on this story can be sent to:

Not What I Had In Mind

"I don't know about you," Starsky said after his partner landed in a heap beside him. "But this isn't exactly what I had in mind."

Hutch stared at his partner in stunned silence then burst out laughing. Sally joined in and soon all three were holding their sides. After their laughter subsided, they spent a little longer helping her with her self-defense moves. They'd be sore tomorrow but they didn't really mind. Not if it kept her safe.

"Thanks, guys," she said as she saw them to the door. "I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

"No sweat, beautiful," Starsky said as he kissed her on the cheek.

"You watch yourself out there," Hutch cautioned as he kissed her other cheek.

They were both shaking their heads as they made their way to the Torino. But they were smiling, too. All in all, it had been a good day. And even if the night hadn't gone exactly how they wanted it to, that was okay, too.

"So tell me, Starsk," Hutch said as they settled into the Torino. "Just what did you have in mind?"

"Oh, you know," Starsky replied, blushing slightly. "You, me and the lady in between."

"Well, partner, you still got you and me," Hutch teased lightly.

"Yeah," Starsky laughed as he laid his hand on Hutch's thigh. Two could play at this game. "And you know I got a thing for leggy blondes."

"Oohh. Your place or mine, big boy?" Hutch asked. He was still teasing, but the heat of Starsky's hand on his thigh was sending a tingle up his spine.

"Yours is closer," Starsky replied. He squeezed Hutch's thigh then let go to put the Torino in gear. This was going to be fun.

They didn't speak on the short drive to Hutch's, but the silence wasn't a heavy one. They never were. For whatever reason, oftentimes the two of them didn't need words to communicate. Parking behind Hutch's junk, Starsky jumped out and hurried around to Hutch's door. With a flourish, he opened the door and offered his hand to the other man.

Hutch threw back his head and laughed when he realized what his partner was up to. Ever the gentleman, Starsky was helping his "date" from the car. Deciding to see just how far his partner was willing to take this game, Hutch took the offered hand and allowed himself to be assisted.

Starsky smiled as Hutch took his hand and let himself be helped from the car. Once he was standing, Starsky placed a guiding hand on his elbow and moved him away from the door so he could close it. Taking Hutch's hand once again, he squeezed it tightly then led him toward the stairs.

Hutch marveled at the feel of being escorted. Normally it would be him that was leading someone into his apartment. Now, he was the one being led. It was a very different feeling. Almost as if all the responsibility was being taken from him. All he had to do was go along for the ride and let his partner take care of the rest. It was kind of nice.

"Would you like a drink?" Starsky asked once they were safely inside.

"Shouldn't I be offering you that?" Hutch asked. "It is my place, you know."

"Nope," Starsky replied. "Now do you want some coffee or not?"

"Coffee'd be great, Starsk," Hutch said, shaking his head. He watched his partner busy himself in the kitchen, finding a filter, measuring grounds, then slowly filling the carafe. A wicked gleam entered Hutch's eyes as he watched Starsky at the sink. Time to up the stakes.

Moving quietly, Hutch came up behind his partner and wrapped his arms around the man. Starsky stiffened in the embrace then moaned aloud as he melted into it. The filling carafe was forgotten as Starsky reveled in the feel of his partner's body around him.

For his part, Hutch was surprised by his partner's reaction. If Starsky were a woman he would have been aroused by the obvious desire the reaction displayed. But Starsky wasn't a woman. Starsky was his partner. His male partner.

Starsky felt Hutch tense up behind him and knew he'd gone too far. "Damn," he swore softly as he tried to move out of the arms holding him.

Hutch's grip tightened when he felt Starsky try to move. He might be confused as hell about what was going on, but he knew better than to let Starsky get away from him. If he did, he'd never get the man to talk about this. His partner could be amazingly closed-mouthed when he chose to be.

"Let go, Hutch," Starsky said, finally turning off the water. "I need to finish the coffee."

"What's going on here, Starsk?" Hutch asked, ignoring Starsky's request.

"Nothin', Hutch," came the resolute reply. "Just me takin' a game too far again."

"Don't, Starsky," Hutch warned. "Don't ever lie to me. Not to me."

"Hutch...buddy, give me some room to breath, would ya?" Starsky asked, the pleading note in his voice more than Hutch could deny. He backed off some, allowing a small amount of space between their bodies. He did not, however, relinquish his hold. He knew better than to let his partner run.

"That better?" Hutch asked, noticing for the first time that his own body had responded as well.

"Yeah," Starsky replied. He struggled to get his traitorous body back under control even as he mourned the loss of contact. If he could just get his hard on to go away, maybe he could face his partner without ruining the most important relationship of his life. "Why don't you go sit down? I'll come join ya as soon as I get the coffee on."

"Promise you won't try to leave?" Hutch asked.

"I promise," Starsky replied. "Now go sit down and I'll be in there in a minute."

It was closer to ten minutes before Starsky felt in control enough to come out of the kitchen. Hutch had waited on the couch dutifully, sensing that his partner needed some time to get himself together. He was no longer afraid of Starsky bolting on him. They didn't break promises to each other. Not even little ones.

"Talk to me, partner," Hutch said once Starsky was seated beside him.

"What do you want me to say?" Starsky asked.

"Tell me what that was all about in the kitchen," Hutch prompted. "I mean, I thought we were just kidding around. But I know real desire when I see it. And you weren't faking it, buddy."

"No," Starsky admitted. "I wasn't faking it."

"I didn't know you swung that way," Hutch said. He was trying to understand this whole bizarre situation. How in the hell had he never realized that Starsky liked men?

"I don't or at least I didn't," Starsky answered honestly. "I mean, I don't, you know, get hot for any other guy."

"So it's just me?" Hutch asked. He almost missed Starsky's soft reply of "yeah" as his partner blushed and turned his face away. He had seen Starsky blush before when he was embarrassed. Somehow, the fact that he was embarrassed about this didn't sit well with Hutch at all.

"Hey, partner," Hutch said as he reached out and gripped Starsky's shoulder. "It's okay. This is me, remember? You don't have to be embarrassed."

"Yeah, right," Starsky snorted, refusing to look at Hutch. "I just told you my dick gets hard for you and you don't think I have anything to be embarrassed about."

"You don't," Hutch insisted. "Starsky, you know how important you are to me. I love you. So no, you don't have anything to be embarrassed about."


"And for the record, pal," Hutch continued. "In case you didn't notice, you weren't the only one sportin' wood."

"Crude, Hutchinson," Starsky chuckled. He could feel some of the fire leaving his face, but he still refused to look at his friend. "And no, I hadn't noticed. I was too busy enjoyin' the feel of ya against me."

"I was enjoyin' it, too, pal," Hutch said.

"Didn't know you swung that way," Starsky said, mimicking Hutch's earlier question to him.

"I don't," Hutch replied, using Starsky's own words. "Or I didn't. Guess it's just you."

"Come on, Hutch," Starsky said, refusing to believe. "I think it was more a case of a warm and willin' body. I know it's been a while, pal. And I know it wasn't me."

"Don't do that, Starsky," Hutch said. "Don't sell yourself short like that. It wasn't just a warm body in my arms. It wasn't just a case of an overzealous libido. I knew exactly who was in my arms. I knew exactly whose body I was pressed up against. I knew it was you. And it felt damn good."

"Hutch..." Starsky trailed off. He didn't know what to say. His best friend had just admitted something, anyway. He wasn't quite sure what Hutch had just admitted. He'd admitted to desiring him, that was for sure. But was that all? Was it simply lust? Or was it more than that?

"Look at me, Starsk," Hutch said. He had heard the confusion in that single word and had a good idea what his partner was thinking. He waited until Starsky reluctantly turned his head to face him again before continuing. "You're the most important person in my life. I love you, partner. I'm not sure where this is going, or if it even should go anywhere. But I want, no I need, you to know that it's not just lust. I'm not sure what it is, but it's a hell of a lot scarier than that."

Starsky closed his eyes for a moment and let his partner's words sink in. He felt some of the fear that gripped his heart ease off. He wasn't sure what this...thing...between them was, but he was glad to see that whatever it was, it was mutual.

"Thanks, Hutch," Starsky said when opened his eyes again. "I love you, too. I know I don't say it. It''s hard for me to say it sometimes. But I do love you. More than anybody."

Starsky made a mental note to tell Hutch he loved him more often. The smile the blond wore right now could light the whole apartment. If he'd have known all he had to do to make Hutch this happy was say those three little words... Well, now that he knew, he was just going to have to practice it a whole lot more.

"Hey, Starsk," Hutch said after a minute.


"Can I ask you something?" Hutch delayed, suddenly nervous.

"Sure, babe," Starsky replied. "Ask me anything you want."

"Can I kiss you?" Hutch blurted out, his own face flaming this time.

Starsky took pity on his nervous partner, awed by the man's courage. He didn't think he'd have had the guts to ask that. Not yet anyway. Leaning forward, he answered Hutch's question by tenderly brushing the man's lips with his own. Unsure how far Hutch wanted to take this, he left his lips closed. The feel of the other man's tongue on his mouth quickly changed that.

Starsky moaned as he opened his mouth to invite Hutch's tongue inside. The tongue that invaded his mouth, though gentle, was stronger and firmer than any woman's had ever been. As the stroked it with his own, suckling it gently, he wondered if his own tongue felt that way to Hutch. By the time they broke apart, both men were breathing hard. Their arousal had come back full strength, though the only parts of them that had touched had been their mouths.

"That was nice," Starsky smiled.

"That was...was..." Hutch stammered, trying to come up with a word to describe what he had felt, what he was still feeling.

"Nice," Starsky supplied and Hutch smiled his agreement.


"I should go," Starsky said as he sat back.

"Why?" Hutch asked, suddenly afraid he'd gone too far.

"We shouldn't rush this," Starsky replied. "I'm scared it's gonna blow up in our faces if we do."

"All right," Hutch agreed, not seeing what choice he had. "However you want to handle this is okay with me."

"How exactly do you want to handle it?" Starsky asked. This had to be a joint decision. He was not going to run roughshod over his partner's feelings. He couldn't.

"Right now? I want to take you to bed so bad it hurts," Hutch said.

"Take me to bed and do what exactly, Hutch?" Starsky pressed. He knew just what he wanted to do to a certain tall blond. He wondered if the man had any idea what he wanted to do to him?

"Um...I'm not sure," Hutch laughed.

"So think about it for a minute," Starsky said. "If you could have me any way you want, how would it be?"

"Inside me," Hutch muttered just loud enough for Starsky to hear. His felt his face flushing again and wondered if it was going to be a permanent look for him.

"You want me to..."

"Yes," Hutch cut in quickly. He realized that more than anything he wanted to feel Starsky inside him.

"Now I know I'd better leave," Starsky said, shakily.

"What?" Hutch gasped.

"Babe, if I don't, I'm gonna end up takin' you up on that," Starsky explained as he reached over and took Hutch's hands in his own. "And I don't wanna move that fast. I don't ever want you to think that all this is to me is sex."

"Starsky, I know..." Hutch began only to have Starsky silence him with a look.

"No, you don't know. But you will," Starsky vowed. "And I need you to think this over. Really think about it. Cause if we do this, there ain't no goin' back. Not ever."

"All right, Starsky," Hutch relented. "We'll play it your way. But I've never known you to be this cautious before."

"It's never been this important before. Now give me another kiss before I go."


Hutch awoke to the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee. He tensed for a moment, before the sounds of his partner's quiet singing reached his ears. He closed his eyes and thought about going back to sleep until breakfast was ready, but the thought of watching Starsky in his kitchen cooking for him drove any thought of sleep from his mind.

Getting dressed as quietly as he could, Hutch made his way into the living room. Starsky was in the kitchen unaware of his presence and Hutch just watched him. He noticed his partner was wearing his favorite shirt, a deep blue one that brought out his eyes. He was also wearing his most faded jeans. If Hutch didn't know better, he'd think the man dressed just to seduce him. But then again, maybe he had.

"Breakfast'll be ready in a few minutes," Starsky called out. "Why don't you sit down and have some coffee."

"What's all this?" Hutch asked as he walked into the kitchen. He smiled when he saw the roses, or to be more precise, the small hanging rosebush.

"Breakfast, Mr. Detective," Starsky replied without turning.

"So we're gonna eat the roses?" Hutch teased.

"No, we are not going to eat the roses," Starsky admonished. He turned from the stove and set a plate in front of Hutch then leaned down and kissed him. "Good morning."

"G-good morning," Hutch replied, surprised by the sweet kiss.

Starsky smiled at the shy stammering then dug into his breakfast with relish. Hutch hesitated for a moment, then followed his partner's lead. He tried to hide his surprise when he tasted the eggs. His partner had made everything just the way Hutch liked it, including making the hazelnut coffee that Hutch loved but Starsky didn't really like. It was endearing. He'd had plenty of lovers cook him breakfast before, but none had ever gone out of their way to make everything solely to please him.

"That was great, Starsk," Hutch said after they'd polished off the last of it. "But you didn't have to do all this."

"I know I didn't have to," Starsky said as he sipped his coffee and tried not to make a face. "I wanted to. There's probably a million little things I wanna do for you. This was just one of 'em."

"So while you're doing all this stuff for me, do I get to do anything for you?" Hutch asked. This romantic side of his partner was one he hadn't seen too much. He didn't know if he felt flattered or dismayed.

"Sure, if you want to," Starsky said dismissively. "You don't hafta. I'm not doin' any of this cause I expect something from ya. I'm doin' it because I love you."

The smile from the night before was back and Starsky couldn't help but grin in reply. He hadn't felt this good in a very long time. He just hoped he could make his soon-to-be lover feel as special as he himself felt right now.

"I love you, too," Hutch said, his voice suddenly thick. "But, Starsky, roses? I'm not one of your women."

"Oh for the love of..." Starsky snorted. "I know you ain't one of my women, Hutch. You got too many whiskers for me to ever get confused."

"So why'd you get me roses?" Hutch pressed.

"Because you like plants, dummy," Starsky explained, none too patiently. "I thought you'd like it. It'd brighten the place up. Besides, I like yellow roses and I thought maybe, um..."

"What was that, Starsk? I couldn't quite understand you," Hutch said as he watched his partner squirm in embarrassment. He didn't like it any more this morning than he did last night.

"I said that I like yellow roses and I thought that whenever they bloomed, it would remind you of us," Starsky repeated loudly, his face turning scarlet. "But I can see that was a mistake. I'll make sure not to repeat it in the future."

And before Hutch could stop him Starsky scooped the plant off the table and dropped it unceremoniously into the garbage. Hutch watched helplessly as his partner silently cleared away their breakfast dishes then walked into the living room. He realized his mistake as he watched his partner flop down on the couch. He felt like a first class jerk. Here Starsky had gone to all this trouble and all he could do was find fault.

Without a word, Hutch retrieved the poor plant from the trash. He didn't say anything as he carried it to the window and hung it up. Once the new addition was in place he went to sit beside his partner. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Starsky beat him to it.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," Starsky said softly. "I'll take the thing with me when I go."

"No," Hutch said. "You gave it to me. It's mine. And I'm the one's that sorry. I didn't mean to seem ungrateful. This is just all so new to me. I've never been courted before."

"Guess I'm comin' on too strong, huh?" Starsky said.

"Not at all," Hutch replied. "It's just gonna take some getting used to is all. Give me some time?"

"You take all the time you need, Hutch," Starsky said seriously. "I mean that. I ain't gonna rush this. It's too important to me."

"You never told me you liked yellow roses, pal," Hutch said, trying to steer the conversation onto something lighter.

"Yeah," Starsky smiled. "They were my dad's favorite. He loved 'em. Seemed like we always had some in the house. At least while he was alive."

If Hutch felt like a heel before, he felt like even more of one now. "They're beautiful, pal," Hutch assured him. He made a mental note to take extra good care of the little rosebush.

"So what would you like to do today, Hutch?" Starsky asked suddenly.

"Go back to bed and start this morning over again," Hutch replied.

"Aw, Hutch, don't say that," Starsky insisted. "Today's off to a great start."

"All right then, how about just go back to bed," Hutch suggested.

"You still tired?" Starsky asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I meant together, Starsk," Hutch explained. He saw the look of naked longing in Starsky's eyes and felt his groin throb. He didn't know how much more of this waiting he could take.

"Hutch, babe, I thought we were gonna take this slow," Starsky said, his own desire flaring at the very thought.

"Don't you think seven years is slow enough?" Hutch asked. "I love you. You love me. We want each other. What in the hell are we waiting for?"

"You see, blondie, that's why you're the brains of this outfit," Starsky said as he reached over and pulled Hutch into a kiss. Unlike their earlier kiss this one was more like the one they shared last night--open-mouthed and hungry.

By the time they broke apart, Hutch was straddling Starsky's thighs. His hands were buried in the brunette's hair while Starsky's were under his shirt, running up and down his back. Both men were hard and could feel each other's erections.

" you still want...?" Starsky breathed as he writhed under his partner.

"Oh yeah," Hutch moaned. Just the thought of Starsky inside him made his groin tighten even more.

"Are you sure?" Starsky asked. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Hutch assured. "I, um, I like it."

"What did you say?" Starsky asked incredulously. He did not just hear what he thought he heard.

"I said I like it," Hutch repeated.

"Are you tellin' me you've had sex with a guy before?" Starsky burst out. He's done this before? Hutch has let some guy touch him before?

"No!" Hutch said, louder than he meant to. "You're the only man I've ever wanted."

"Then would you mind explainin' what you said?" Starsky asked, his passion cooling a bit.

"It's kind of embarrassing," Hutch said as he moved to get off Starsky's lap.

Starsky grabbed his hips and held him in place. "You told me I didn't have anything to be embarrassed about last night," Starsky said softly. "The same thing goes for you. This is me. There's nothing you could tell me that would make me think different about you."

Taking a deep breath, Hutch looked down at his partner's chest and began to speak. "It was mostly just with Van. When she sucked me she liked to, um, put her, uh, finger...inside me. I really liked it."

"Vanessa?" Starsky interrupted, unable to stop himself. "I can't even picture Vanessa giving a blow job much less...that."

"You'd've been surprised," Hutch said. "For all her coldness, she could be wild in bed. And there wasn't anything she wouldn't try at least once. A couple of times she even used a vibrator on me. It was one of her smaller ones. The first time she slid it inside me I almost bucked her right off the bed. And she didn't even have the damn thing turned on."

"Jesus, Hutch," Starsky swore. The mental image of Vanessa sliding something inside Hutch's body while she sucked him made his whole body tingle.

"One time she put me on my hands and knees," Hutch continued. He could see the effect his words were having on his partner. They were having a similar effect on him as he remembered one of their wilder times together. "She told me she wasn't going to touch me and I couldn't touch myself. She said the only way I could cum was from her fucking me. She used her vibrator then. Fucked me with it nice and slow until I was begging her to let me cum. When she turned it on I came all over the bed."

"How big?" Starsky asked, his voice heavy with arousal.


"How big was the...the thing she used?" Starsky clarified.

"Oh, a little bigger than your finger, I guess," Hutch said. "It was one of her smaller ones."

"Um, Hutch, my dick's a hell of a lot bigger than my finger," Starsky said.

"God, I hope so," Hutch said as he claimed his partner's mouth again. Hot and hungry, the kiss continued. Starsky managed to strip Hutch's shirt from his body without breaking it. With that pesky piece of clothing out of the way he was now free to explore his lover's upper body.

Hutch groaned when he felt those too hot hands running up and down his back, caressing his spine, stroking his muscles, making him shiver and moan under them. When Starsky brought his hand around to pinch and stroke a nipple, he almost writhed off his lap. Only his partner's strong arm around his back kept him from falling.

They broke apart, laughing at their overpowering response to one another. Any doubts they had fostered were swept away by the love they felt for each other. Taking a moment to calm their bodies, Hutch leaned forward and rested his head on Starsky's while both of them wondered why they'd taken so long to get here.

"Why don't we take this into the bedroom, babe," Hutch suggested. He was reluctant to give up his perch on Starsky's lap, but the thought of lying in bed with him made up for it.

"Are you really sure about this, Hutch?" Starsky asked one last time.

"Yeah, partner. I am," Hutch said. "But if this is moving too fast for you we can wait. I love you, Starsk. I don't want you to rush into anything you're not ready for."

"Oh, I'm ready," Starsky laughed. "And parts of me are readier than others, if you know what I mean. Can I ask you somethin', though?"

"Sure, babe. You can ask me anything you like," Hutch assured.

Starsky hesitated. After a moment he decided the best route was a direct one. "Are you gonna want to do it to me?"

"Not unless you want me to," Hutch answered, weighing his words carefully.

"What if I never want...that?" Starsky pressed.

"Then we won't." Simple words. Simple concept. If Starsky didn't want it, it would not happen. Hutch could not imagine trying to put himself inside Starsky if the man didn't really want it.

"That's not exactly fair to you, blondie," Starsky reasoned.

"If, to have you in my life, I have to give up one sex act, I can live with that," Hutch said. He was completely serious. If having Starsky meant never actually fucking someone again, he would do it. Gladly.

"It's gonna take some time, you know," Starsky said. "Before I can let you do that. But I will let you do it. At least once. To, you know, see if I like it."

"We've got all the time in the world," Hutch replied. "You take as long as you need to. There's no rush. Not for that. There is, however, a bit of a rush for some other things."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like taking this party to the bedroom," Hutch purred as he wiggled on Starsky's lap. "I really want to see you naked."

"Your wish is my command," Starsky said as he gripped Hutch by the thighs and stood up. Hutch laughed as Starsky held him for a second then let him go.

While Starsky went to the bedroom, Hutch made a slight detour. He opened the bathroom cabinet and grabbed the small bottle of baby oil, then hurried to join his partner. When he walked into the bedroom it was to the sight of his partner undressing. He felt his arousal surge when he caught sight of Starsky's heavy erection. That's going to be inside me. How in hell is it going to fit?

"Like what you see?" Starsky laughed when he turned to find his partner staring at him. The look of naked lust on Hutch's face made his cock swell even more. A small part of him couldn't help but wonder at the fact that Hutch wanted this INSIDE him. He could almost imagine what it was going to feel like to be sheathed in that strong body. To be taken inside of the one person he could never live without. He almost wished he'd done this before, just so he would have some knowledge of the act. Hell, he'd never even taken a woman this way. He'd tried it once but it had hurt her so badly they'd stopped. Did his partner know what he was getting into?

"No," Hutch said. "I love what I see. All of it. Jesus, you're hung, Starsk." Starsky had the good graces to blush at the nervous compliment. He knew just what his partner was thinking. How the hell was it going to fit? Maybe if they used a shoehorn... That's when he saw the bottle of oil in his partner's hand. Hmmm, looks like we won't need that shoehorn after all.

"C'mon, Hutch. I've shown you mine. Time to show me yours." It took Hutch a second to process Starsky's comment, but when he did he threw back his head and roared. Leave it to his partner to make sure things degenerated to the kindergarten level as quickly as possible.

"Here," Hutch said as he tossed the bottle of oil to his partner and stripped. "Amuse yourself."

"Oh, buddy, I plan on it." All at once the fire was back. Hutch's own cock jutted out from his body proudly and Starsky's was quickly mimicking the display. Setting the bottle down on the nightstand, Starsky held out his hand to his partner.

Smiling, Hutch took the offered hand and let his partner pull him close. Both men moaned when their bodies touched, then they were kissing again, hot and desperate, as if their very survival depended on it. It was like a flood on crops too long without rain. To feel the touch of another human being and to know that person loved you more than life itself was beyond description.

Somehow they made it to the bed, though neither could have said how. Not once did they break the contact between them as they moved against each other, giving and taking pleasure seemingly everywhere at once. It was Heaven and Nirvana and Shangri-La all rolled into one.

When finally Starsky managed to pry his mouth away, Hutch cried out at the loss. Lying atop his partner, Starsky soothed him as best he could. "If I don't stop I'm not gonna be able to give you what you want," Starsky murmured as he petted the blond head.

"Yeah, okay," Hutch replied, panting.

"Just give me a few minutes, babe," Starsky said as he tried to get his body under control. He needed to get his head clear before he even attempted to make love to Hutch.

"Hey, Starsk..."


"Can I suck you?"

The air seemed to leave Starsky's body at the quiet request.

"Oh, God. You do that and this really will be over before it starts," Starsky groaned. "Aw, Hutch, I'd like nothin' better than to watch that beautiful mouth of yours swallowin' my cock. But it's gonna hafta wait. I wanna make love to ya. And if your mouth gets anywhere near my dick I'm not gonna last."

"I want you inside me so bad, Starsk," Hutch whispered. "I want to feel you inside me. Course, by the time you get that monster of yours inside me, I doubt I'll be able to feel much else."

Starsky chuckled, low and dirty, before rolling off his partner. "Get on your hands and knees, Hutch," he said. He watched while a myriad of emotions flitted across his lover's face before the man unfroze and hastened to comply.

Something melted inside of Starsky as he watched his big, tough partner kneel face down on the bed and spread his legs wide. This was the ultimate in trust. Hutch was trusting him, David Starsky, to not only give him what he wanted, but to not hurt him or use this new knowledge against him. It was a trust he would spend the rest of his life trying to be worthy of.

"Um, Hutch..." Starsky called uncertainly from between his partner's legs.

"Yeah?" Hutch asked.

"What do I do?"

"Take one finger and cover it in oil," Hutch instructed. He waited while his partner retrieved the oil and did as instructed. "Now slowly push it inside me."

Starsky fumbled a bit, pressing at the opening, but not pushing hard enough to sink his finger inside. He was being careful and while it was touching, it was also incredibly frustrating.

"Push a little harder, Starsky. I'm not going to break."

"Don't wanna hurt you," Starsky replied as he pushed harder. He stilled when the finger sank in to the first knuckle. But the sounds coming from Hutch were too much to resist and he slowly slid his finger all the way inside. It was hot and tight and there was no way his dick was going to fit inside. Not if it was this tight on his finger.

"Yessss," Hutch hissed as that blunt finger slid home. It had been so long since anyone had done this for him. And now, to have Starsky touching him so was almost maddening.

Having breached his partner's body without any undue pain, Starsky grew bolder and began to slide the finger in and out. The needy sounds coming from his normally staid partner only encouraged him. He had never thought Hutch could sound like this. Hell, he'd never known anyone to sound like this. And all from a single finger.

Curious, he slid a second finger in with the first. Hutch's reaction was more than gratifying as the blond writhed and moaned, doing his damnedest to push back harder on the hand inside him. Pushing his fingers in as far as he could, Starsky brushed the small gland inside Hutch's body. Hutch's reaction was instantaneous as he jerked forward, trying to get away from the over-stimulation.

"Easy, babe," Starsky said as he pulled Hutch back toward him. He removed his hand to add more oil, then slipped three fingers back inside. The three thick fingers together were almost as big around as his cock, if not as long. Thrusting gently, he prepared his lover's body. Only when Hutch was thrusting back enthusiastically did he pull his hand away.

"Starsk?" Hutch called out, feeling suddenly bereft.

"You ready, Hutch?" Starsky asked as he slicked his penis and placed it at the entrance to his partner's body.

"Yeah," Hutch said. "Just go slow, okay."

"You got it," Starsky replied. "You tell me if it hurts too much."

When Starsky pushed forward, all talking ceased. He felt the ring of muscle trying to resist and pushed a little harder. He took his time, pushing forward and easing back, until the head finally slid inside. They both groaned when Hutch's body clamped down on the invader and Starsky didn't move until the grip eased.

"You okay?" Starsky asked, needing to be sure.

"Never better," Hutch replied as he tried to push back. Strong arms stopped him and held him in place. "More, Starsk. Please."

The quiet plea was more than Starsky could resist. He eased forward a bit more then pulled back only to ease forward again. He repeated the gentle action until he was all the way inside and Hutch was moaning almost continually. He held himself there for a moment, savoring the feel of being fully sheathed in his lover's body. He knew if he didn't do something though, he would cum just from the feel of Hutch around him. And Hutch deserved a better first time than that.

Hutch couldn't help but cry out when his lover pulled back and thrust forward for the first time. He had never experienced anything like this. All the times with Van paled in comparison to this. This was what making love truly felt like. That it should be Starsky inside him, joining with him like this, made it even more right.

Knowing it couldn't last, not this first time, both men set about pleasing the other. As soon as Starsky set a rhythm they could both match, he reached around to take Hutch's cock in his hand. The feel of the hard shaft was just the slightest bit different than his own, a little shorter and not quite as thick, and Starsky loved it. This was his lover's cock. This was Hutch's cock. And now, it was his, too.

When Hutch's cock began to swell in his hand, Starsky sped up. Gripping hard, he moved his hand in counterpoint to his thrusts. He would make this moment one Hutch would remember for the rest of his life. He already knew he himself would cherish it forever.

"Starsky!" Hutch called out as he stiffened and came. Starsky milked him with his hand as he thrust hard into the pliant body. He could feel Hutch's muscles contracting with his orgasm and it sent him over the edge as well.

"I love you!" Starsky shouted as he thrust in fully and came, filling his lover's body.

Exhausted, they collapsed on the bed and Starsky carefully rolled them onto their sides before sliding free. Gathering a trembling Hutch into his arms, he held and soothed his partner until the worst of it had passed. "One day," Starsky whispered, "you're going to do that to me. And then I'll know what it means to have all that love that's inside you poured inside of me."

"I love you, Starsky."

"I love you, too."