Possesions End

by Debs

Fandom: Starsky And Hutch

Pairing: Hutch/Huggie Starsky/Hutch

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Hutch is depressed

Possesions End
by Debs

"Hey bro, where's your not so better half?" Huggy asked as the tall blond took a stool at the bar.

"Hi Hug. I think he's got a date tonight with Stephanie." Hutch shrugged, not quite managing to mask the disappointment in his eyes. "Can you get me a pitcher of draft?"

Huggy set down the rag he was cleaning the counter with and grabbed a jug. "You expectin' any company yourself blondie? Or do ya intend ta drain all this alone?"

"Can it Hug." Hutch stood lifting the pitcher with one hand and a mug
with the other, and headed off to secure a booth at the back of the bar.

"Well I guess that answers my query." The Bear frowned, wishing he
could spend the evening with his fair-haired friend, but knowing that the place was going to start filling up, and very soon. Hesitating for only a minute he went to the phone and began to dial, keeping a hooded
eye on Hutch.

"Shit!" Starsky yelped, the shrill ring of the phone causing him to nick his chin as he finished shaving. He quickly splashed water on his face to try and get rid of the remains of the shaving cream before it could sting. He had a date with Laura, but was less than enthusiastic
about seeing it through, he wanted to spend some alone time with his
partner, and try to find out what was bothering his best friend. Starsky wondered why his, always in demand, best partner never seemed to have any dates anymore, or at least if he did he stopped talking about them. He grabbed a hand towel, wiping his face dry as he went to answer the phone. "Starsky here."

"Hey Starsk. It's me." Huggy spoke as he watched Hutch finish downing the beer and begin to pour another glass.

"What's up Hug? 'M runnin' late and Laura hates it when 'm not on time." Starsky hoped that his friend wasn't going to drop information on him about their latest case and cause him to cancel his plans.

"What's not up is what's up ma'man." Huggy intoned cryptically.

"What the hell are ya talkin' about?" Starsky was getting more
impatient by the second.

"I'm sayin' that Hutch is down about as low as a person can get." Huggy scowled into the phone. "And I might add that he's fast on his way to
gettin' way lower."

"Keep him there Hug!" Starsky could feel his heart begin to beat harder as worry clouded his eyes. "I'll be there as fast as I can." Not waiting for an answer, he slammed the receiver down and grabbed his jacket. All thoughts of Laura and anybody else left his mind, there was only room in his head for his blond as he raced out the door.

Hutch was halfway through his fourth mug when Huggy materialized across from him. "Don't suppose you brought another jug with you?" The blond barely looked up.

"Did at that." Huggy's grin didn't quite meet his liquid brown eyes. "Not that I think ya really need it though."

"I'm not drunk Hug." Hutch topped off the glass he was working on.

The Bear nodded. "Not yet nope. But it don't take a rocket scientist ta figure out that you're plannin' on crawlin' and not walkin' outta here." He stretched a long arm across the table and took Hutch's free hand in his own "What's goin' down Hutch?" The thin man's heart that was far to big for his body thought it would burst at the sight of the pale lost eyes that forced their way up to meet his own.

"I don't know Hug." Hutch bit his lip as tears began to well. He then
jerked himself straight and clenched his jaw, setting the half risen beer back onto the table. "I feel like...well I think.. no that's not it either. I'm just all fucked up inside." He laughed bitterly bringing his gaze back up to face his second true friend. "Fuck! You called him!"

"Believe me beautiful, I'd a loved nothin' more than takin' care of you myself, but as you can see the populace has once again found that my
establishment is one of the more happenin' places this side a town."
Huggy hadn't let go of the strong hand, as he half rose and swung around to sit beside the blond. "You need me just call me my friend." He whispered into a pale ear, releasing the hand finally, he wrapped a
long arm around Hutch gently stroking the opposite side of the fair cheek before rising.

Starsky entered through the front door of the smoke filled bar. Eyes
Squinting, he quickly located his partner at the back. A smoldering,
irrational rage built inside him at the site of Huggy Bear, arm around
his Hutch, lightly rubbing his blond's cheek, and seeing that Hutch seemed to lean into the brief caress. The brunette stalked silently through the crowd, watching as Huggy rose from the booth, his anger
quickly changed to concern as he noticed the look of loss and despondency as Hutch seemed to shrink from the loss of contact. Nodding at Huggy in dismissal as he reached the table, his eyes never leaving the bent head of his blond, he slid in where The Bear had vacated only moments before. "What's goin' on Hutch?"

"I don't know Starsk." Hutch again bit his lower lip, ashamed that Huggy had called his partner. "Don't you have a date tonight?"

"Change a plans. I traded a red head for a blond." Starsky grinned
reaching for the mug and taking a long pull of beer before refilling the glass and handing it back to his partner.

Hutch smiled slightly, guilt and alcohol heating his skin. "Go on Starsk don't keep the little lady waiting. I'll be okay." Hutch sighed
heavily. "I really don't know what's happening Gordo. I was telling Hug..well I told him the same thing." For the third time he bit his lip, this time drawing blood, in frustration he slammed a fist into the
tabletop. "I don't know what the fuck is going on!!!"

"Good thing the jug ain't completely full, ya could have spilled a bit." Starsky had to pull his eyes away, not knowing how to help his blond find out what was wrong. Inadvertently his gaze landed over to
the bar, and his other friend Huggy. Anger again snaked its way into his emotions, quickly he filed it away promising himself to look into it later and turned his attention back to the most important person in his life. "I don't think I ever seen The Bear actually Hug anyone before."

"I think he just wanted me to know that he's here if I need to talk."
Hutch snapped. Biting his now swollen lip again as he realized he was being defensive.

Starsky nodded again, beginning to chew on the inside of a cheek.
"How 'bout I take ya home?"

"How about you fuck off." Hutch sat back downing a nearly full glass,
regretting his words as soon as they were out. "Come on buddy, you don't want to be with me and you have a beautiful lady waiting for you. I know Stephanie isn't the most patient of dates."

"Laura." Starsky had almost forgotten he even had a date. "Stephanie
didn't wanna see me anymore after she slept with you."

"Don't take it personally Starsk. You fell asleep on her before the
intermission." Hutch chuckled wryly, refilling another glass, he pondered what it was that caused them both not to mind, well most of time, if they shared.

Starsky grinned, knowing his blond was right. "How 'bout I take you
home now Blintz? We can sink a coupla beers at your place."

"If you want to go Starsk I'm not keeping you. Please. I don't know
what's happening to me, but you don't have to babysit me, I promise I'll be fine." Hutch grinned ruefully across the table.

"You tryin' ta get rid of me partner?" Starsky smiled back. "Cause
you'll havta come up with somethin' better than a pretty lady ta get me ta leave ya in this state."

Hutch reached over to grip a finely sculpted hand in one of his own.
"Trust me partner. Go. Have a good time. Huggy isn't about to let me leave here without seeing that I'm alright."

Starsky's nostrils flared at the remembrance of the long arm around
his blond. Trying desperately to think of a reason for not leaving he could only come up with one. He didn't want to. "Let me take you
home Blintz. I don't really wanna see Laura anyway, I meant ta break it off with her the last half dozen times."

"Leave me Starsk." Hutch brought his partner's hand to his lips and
gently kissed it. "Go have a good time."

Against his better judgement, Starsky rose from the table, pausing
only to pour his partner another beer. With a quick glance around he bent over and laid a gentle kiss on the top of the silk covered head. "Be careful babe. Huggy is startin' ta worry me."

The beer was finally starting to hit as Hutch snaked out a long arm and pulled his partner back towards him. "Don worry over Hug, I'm more woor....scared..bout ush."

"I can't leave ya Hutch." Starsky sank back down, now beside his blond. "Let me take you home. Right now."

"Kay." Hutch nodded allowing his brunette to lead him from the table.

Passing the bar Starsky's eyes met those of the thin black man. "I got 'im Hug, don't worry."

"Ya ain't got him yet bro." Huggy glared into the dark indigo. "Just make sure he's safe."

Starsky tightened his grip as Hutch nestled his head into the strong shoulder and glared back at his brown skinned friend. "He's mine Hug, don't ever forget that."

"A man can have more than one kind a partner dude." The Bear hissed back.

"What the hell is that supposed ta mean?" Starsky was torn between
continuing to hold his blond up or releasing him to fly over the bar.

"Drop it Starsky and just get 'im on home." Huggy turned and skimmed down the other side of the bar to wait on some semi-rowdy customers.

Starsky gripped his bundle more closely to him and headed out the door after a final glower at the black man's head. "You're mine Hutch you know that right?" He muttered as he opened the passenger side door of the Torino and deposited his blond.

"Arsk?" Hutch managed before sinking further into the seat.

"Arsk. That's good Hutch, least ya know who has ya." Starsky slammed
a fist into the hood as he stormed around the front of the car. "I think its high time I kept you and the skinny bear away from each other."

A slight snore was his only reply as he pulled onto the silent street.
Starsky braked momentarily, wondering why he was feeling so possessive.
Pushing Hutch back to a more upright position, his thoughts turned more
protective, stepping hard on the gas, getting his blond home and safe was his only concern.

Part 2

Starsky parked in front of Venice Place, knowing that there was no way in hell he was going to be able to wake his blond and get him up to the apartment. With a heavy sigh he reached over his unconscious partner and flicked the lever so the seat would go back and locked the door. Then did the same with his own. "Hope you're up ta talkin' when you come to blondie, cause this isn't how I planned on spendin' the weekend." Reaching into the back, he pulled a wool blanket off the seat and tried to cover them both up.

He sat back knowing that sleep was the last thing he would be able to do and started thinking about Huggy. Anger, once again, began to build. The sight of seeing his, so called, friend caressing his partner's cheek infuriated him. Starsky rubbed his chin and glanced over at Hutch. "Since when did Huggy get the hots for ya babe?" Thinking back though, Starsky thought he knew. The three of them had been playing pool after hours when Starsky accidentally bumped into Hutch causing the blond to wear his beer. Hutch just laughed as Huggy went to get him another, took off his holster and pulled the t-shirt over his head. The brunette just happened to be watching Huggy at the time and dropped his jaw when he saw the desire sparkling in the deep brown eyes as they scanned Hutch from head to toe and then back again. "Yeah, an' he's bin moving in closer ever since, hasn't he Blintz?"

"Ohhh! I don't feel good." Starsky jumped as Hutch moaned.

"Jesus Hutch! Ya tryin' ta give me a heart attack? What the hell are you doin' up, I figured you'd be down for hours." Starsky pulled his seat back up.

"I really don't feel good Starsk." Hutch pulled himself up reaching for the door handle. He managed to get his head out of the car before losing the contents of his stomach.

"Terrific." Starsky rolled his eyes, opening his own door he got out and went around to help get his Hutch upstairs before he began having dry heaves. Puking on the street was never good form, especially for a cop.

"Thanks." Hutch sunk wearily down onto the sofa after they made their way up the stairs. "I doubt I would have been able to make it up here on my own."

"No shit." Starsky went to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer. He grinned broadly as he saw his partner pale at the sight. "Now you wanna tell me why ya tried drinkin' Huggy's entire stock?"

Hutch rubbed his face vigourously in both hands. "I don't know Starsk. Everything just seems so fucked up lately."

"Like what?" Starsky set his beer on the coffee table and sat beside it directly across from the blond.

"I don't know Starsky!" Hutch snapped. "I'm sorry Gordo. I just feel like..I don't know.. like I'm not really me anymore."

Starsky cocked an eyebrow, not certain how to respond. "Who are ya now?"

Hutch grimaced as he tried to rise, and sat quickly back down holding his stomach. "I'm still me. But..it's almost like I've been thinking differently than I've ever thought before." Hutch cast helpless eyes up at his partner.

"Thinkin' like what?" Starsky moved to the couch and wrapped an arm over his blond's shoulder.

"I don't know. Fuck! I'm starting to sound like a broken record." Hutch leaned into the brunette's shoulder. "I haven't even had a date in months and I don't even want to. I feel like I just want to be alone all the time. It's like I can't stand to be around anyone anymore."

"Includin' me?" Starsky whispered.

"Expecially you." Hutch nodded. "I don't know why Starsky, but lately I feel really funny when you're around.

"Even now?" Frowning, Starsky increased the pressure, pulling Hutch closer to him.

"No. Not now, but most of the time." Hutch let out a long breath.

Starsky closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of his blond. "What kind a funny feeling do you get Hutch?"

"It's really hard to explain. I mean I've never felt like this before." Hutch shrugged. "It's not a bad feeling Starsk. But it's like my heart rate shoots up whenever I see you, and I don't know why." He pulled away a little to turn and look at the brunette. "Weird huh?"

"Well ya always were a little strange blondie." Starsky smiled. Thinking it odd that he'd been having similar reactions whenever he looked at Hutch. "But I think it's even weirder that I know exactly what ya mean."

"Really!?" Hutch chuckled. "I'm sorry I was pulling away, I should have talked to you about this before I tried to drown myself. Jesus Starsky, what was I thinking?"

"You feel up ta talkin' about Huggy?" Starsky reached up and forced the fair head down onto his chest.

"Huggy! Why do we want to talk about Huggy?" Hutch smiled slightly loving the feel of his partner's heartbeat in his ear.

Starsky began to chew on his lower lip, wondering how he was going to broach his suspicions about The Bear. "I think he might be interested in being more than just your buddy."

"Look Starsk I really don't feel up to talking about this now. I'm still half cut and my head is threatening to explode." Hutch pulled away from the comfort of his friends arm. "Besides I think you're way off the mark. Huggy liked the ladies last time I saw him." Struggling to his feet he raked a hand through his hair, swaying unsteadily.

"Huggy isn't too particular what he fucks." Starsky grumbled, also getting to his feet. "I'll tuck ya in and let ya off the hook for now, but I really think we need ta talk about it."

"There isn't anything to talk about Gordo." Hutch flushed as he stumbled towards the bedroom.

Starsky scowled as he followed. "Why do I get the impression you're tryin' ta run away from me?"

"Please Starsk! I'm exhausted, drunk and hungover, can't we please just let it rest." Hutch was also embarrassed that he was becoming dependent on, and looking forward to, the attention Huggy had been laying on him.

"You like 'im Hutch?" Starsky held his breath and felt a clamp around his heart.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Hutch sighed. "Of course I like him Starsky, he's my..our friend."

"That's not what I mean." Starsky began to unbutton his blond's shirt.

"This is way up there Gordo with being one of the most ridiculous conversations we've ever had. I'm not gay for chrissake!" Hutch slapped the brunette's hands away. "And I'm perfectly capable of getting undressed myself."

"Yeah but have ya ever wondered what it would be like with a man?" Starsky sat beside the blond, not knowing why Hutch's answer was so important to him.

"Jesus Starsk!" Hutch drew in another deep breath. "Do we really need to be having this conversation?"

"Well have ya?" Starsky persisted.

Hutch frowned as his bloodshot blues looked into the clear dark blue of his partner's eyes. "I guess I have every now and then."

Starsky seemed satisfied as he nodded. "Kay." He stood and moved towards the doorway. "Try an' sleep it all off. We'll talk more when you're up and around again."

"Oh goody." Hutch moaned as he stretched out on the bed, not bothering to remove his boots or get under the covers.

Starsky ignored the blond's last comment and made up a bed on the couch for himself. He wondered why it pleased him so much that Hutch admitted that he'd thought about sleeping with a man. Starsky had been with several men in the past, and knew that the sex was somehow different but in many ways better. He smiled thinking that the ancient Greeks had it right, mating with women for procreation but sleeping with men for pleasure. "Holy shit!" He bolted upright. "Don't tell me ya wanna do it with Hutch!?" Sinking slowly back down he knew that was exactly what he wanted. No not wanted. Craved. "No wonder Huggy's bin makin' me nuts." He mumbled, knowing that sleep would prove to be elusive after his current revelation. He lay thinking of how he could keep The Bear away from his Hutch and keep his secret from Hutch at the same time. He also questioned if he would ever have a chance with being more than just best friends with his partner. Sadly he shook his head, as it sunk deeper into the pillow. "Hutch just said he wasn't gay, even if he had thought about it. He was prob'ly more curious than tempted ta try it." He continued to mumble aloud. Stifling a yawn, he thought maybe he'd be able to sleep after all. His last thought was that he had forgotten to call Laura.

Hutch was surprised to wake up the next morning and find that he felt almost human. He was even more surprised and disappointed to find that his partner was gone. Seeing a note propped up against the phone, he recognized his imp's scrawl before getting close enough to read it. 'Be back later this afternoon, thought I'd better smooth things out with Laura and try and end it nicely. We'll talk again then.' "Jesus! He's not going to quit!" Hutch crumpled the note and tossed it on the floor. Shaking his head he went to the washroom to clean himself up. He felt like the entire department had run a field exercise in his mouth. He wondered why his partner seemed so hung up and well almost jealous of Huggy's interest in him. Coming up short he was once again surprised to admit to himself how flattered he was. After showering and shaving he felt even better and was just wrapping his robe, debating if he should attempt to put anything in his empty stomach when there was a rap on the door. He wasn't shocked to find The Bear himself leaning up against the jamb when he opened the door. "Hey Hug. Come on in."

"Hey yourself Hutch, don't mind if I do." Huggy breezed in carrying a large thermos. "Thought I'd run by some of my special mornin' after the night before cure all."

Hutch laughed, a little startled at how much he'd perked up since the arrival of his thin friend. "Chicken soup Hug?"

"You got it bro'." Huggy was already pouring some into a bowl and rooting around for a spoon. He waved the blond towards the table.

"That your cure all for everything." Hutch smiled, the smell causing his tummy to growl appreciatively.

Huggy grinned mischievously. "Not quite goldie locks, I got more than one thing ta fix what's bin ailing you." He waggled his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Hutch could feel his face begin to flush and paused with spoon halfway to his mouth. He watched nervously, astounded that he was getting hard, as Huggy slowly sashayed towards him.

Part 3

"What are you doing Huggy?" Hutch dropped the spoon and slid the chair back.

Huggy leered as he descended. "Like you don't know already Hutch?" A tingle of excitement raced up his spine and strummed his swelling cock. As his lips found their goal he quivered with delight. Hutch parted his mouth, with a groan Huggy accepted the invitation and plunged his tongue into the moist heat. He was even more pleased that the blond hadn't had a chance to put anything on except a robe, as he fumbled to untie it. He smiled briefly as his hand brushed the blond's own hard member. Both men gasping, Huggy released the slightly swollen lips and moved his mouth and tongue down and over the smooth chest.

Hutch threw his head back the moment his mouth was set free. "Stop Huggy. Please. We shouldn't be doing this." He gasped for air, thrusting his hips upwards, his body arguing with his words.

The Bear ignored him anyway, sliding to his knees, he unlocked his jaw and took the huge cock down to the hilt. Holding the slender hips he began to suck and swallow.

"Ah Jeesus!!" Hutch began to thrash his head from side to side, he had Huggy's ears in a death grip, knowing he was close to breaking.

Huggy leaned a long arm across Hutch's contracting abdomen and quickly undid his slacks with his other hand. He had not bothered with underwear and now began to stroke himself in time to the bobbing of his head. He could feel Hutch swell further and knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he would finally be able to sample what he had been hungering for weeks. Sure enough, Hutch screamed as he ejaculated down the hot gullet. Huggy cumming also at the first taste of semen that coursed down his throat.

Hutch hurriedly re-wrapped his robe and sat rigidly in the chair as Huggy, slowly, climbed to his feet, tucking himself back in, only to sink into the next nearest seat. "That was damn fine Hutch!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, panting to catch his breath. "Man O man! You are the definition of liquid gold."

Hutch's eyes were wide as he stared incredulously at his friend. "Where the hell did you learn to do that!?"

"If you thought that was good, It would give me great pleasure showing you how I could really make ya hum handsome." Huggy grinned across at the stunned blond.

"We can..we can't do this again Hug." Hutch leaned over, cradling his head in both hands.

Huggy scowled, but also knew the blond would be back for more. "Why the hell not?" Except for the last month or so, Hutch's need for sex was almost legendary on the street.

Hutch peered at him through slightly parted fingers. "Because it's wrong. Jesus Huggy! IA'd hang me out to dry if they caught wind of this."

"So who's plannin' on talkin'? I for one, don't kiss and tell Hutch." Huggy spoke softly, knowing that it wasn't Internal Affairs that the blond was most worried about.

"What about Starsky?" Hutch swallowed thickly, suddenly realizing why he had begun to feel strange around his beloved partner. His jaw dropped open as it dawned on him that it was Starsky he wanted between his legs and not Huggy.

Huggy smiled a trifle bitterly. "I see the light just went on. You just clued in that you're in love with the fire ball."

"You can't say anything Huggy!" Panic flashed in the pale blue eyes. "He'd drop me faster than he can spell his own name."

"I ain't sayin' nothin' bro'." Huggy held his hands up in surrender, conveniently neglecting to mention that Starsky was also in love with Hutch. As much as he loved both men, Huggy was the first admit that he was an opportuist. He figured he'd let them find out their true feelings on their own. In the meantime he wanted to extract and deliver as much pleasure as he could from his finely sculpted friend. He knew when the duo found out how they felt about each other, that they would both be off limits to anyone else of either gender. He felt a little guilty, but had discovered a long time before that guilt, like anger, tended to be a transient emotion and that he'd soon get over it.

"I don't know Hug. He already thinks you have a thing for me. I can't..I won't lie to him if he asks." Lowering his hands, Hutch couldn't believe the mess he had gotten into in such a short period of time.

"I doubt he'll come right out and ask m'man. Though I strongly suspect he'll try and keep an eye on you whenever I'm in close proximity." Huggy smiled, the brunette had always been protective and more than a little possessive of the blond wonder, but now that he was in love with him in lieu of loving him, he'd be even more so. Huggy was hoping he would manage to avoid the wrath of the smaller detective's jealousy.

"This is all too much for me right now Huggy. I need some time to think." Hutch shook his head wearily.

Huggy stood up and came over to squeeze a terry-clad shoulder. "Take all the time you need Hutch. You know how to find me." He silently slipped out of the apartment, closing the door quietly as he left.

Hutch took his time getting up from the kitchen chair. His heart was pounding with the new knowledge of his real feelings for his partner. It had been many years since he'd fallen for a man, and that had only been a strong infatuation. He and Brandon Wilcox had shared more than just a room during his first year of college. After two semesters Tommy had moved on and Hutch had met Vanessa. He hadn't seriously looked at another man before or since, until now. In one deft swoop, Huggy had given him a small reminder him of how good sex with a man could be, at the same time forcing him to acknowledge what he had been afraid to admit to himself. That he was hopelessly and madly in love with his curly-haired, and extremely heterosexual partner.

Picking up the chair intending to set it seat-side under the table, he froze taking in the result of The Bear's spillage from their encounter drying on the linoleum. "Quite the web you've started to weave Hutchinson." He mumbled, wetting a dishcloth to clean up the evidence. That done he dressed quickly, feeling a sudden urge to flee his apartment. Knowing as he strapped on his holster that he was, once again, trying to avoid his Starsky.

Starsky called Laura from Hutch's while his blond was still sleeping. He felt bad about standing her up the night before. Convincing the pretty redhead to meet him in the park took some doing, but she finally relented, telling him that if he didn't show in twenty minutes not to bother calling her again. The tousled detective was still reeling from his newly discovered revelation of just how much his partner meant to him, and found it difficult to keep his attention focused on the feisty little lady seated on the bench beside him.

"Let me guess." Laura began accusingly. "Your blond hurt himself, and you had to run to his rescue."

"Wha...." Starsky found himself cut off before he could finish.

"Come on Dave. You go all dreamy and ga ga every time you mention Ken's name, and it should come as no great surprise that he's all you ever talk about lately." She pouted.

"Somthin's bin botherin' him lately an' he was gettin' pissed at The Pits." Starsky piped in defensively. "He's my best friend! Do ya think I could 'ave left him like that?"

"What I think is that you have wanted to break up with me for awhile now, and also that you want to be with, in every sense of the word, with your partner." Laura couldn't hide the hurt from her voice.

"Well you’re right about the first part hon." Starsky grimly smiled, angry that she had picked up on the truth of the last part before he had himself.

She nodded slowly, her coppery hair glittering in the morning sun. "Well David. I hope when you finally admit that it's Ken you want for life, and you tell him, that you will both be very happy." She rose, gently cupping Starsky's face with one hand. "We did have some good times right?" Her eyes filled with unshed tears.

Starsky cast her a crooked grin, finding himself getting a little choked up. "We had some great times."

Nodding sadly, Laura then turned and walked back down the trail.

Starsky sat for a few more minutes, needing to collect himself. He wondered how many others could read him better than he did himself.

Slowly rising he decided to go home and shower and shave before going back to talk to his partner. He couldn't help the spark of hope that sang in his soul as he silently prayed that maybe his Hutch felt the same way about him.

Starsky hadn't been with another man since returning from 'Nam. While there he'd fallen hard and heavy for Vince Canon, but even that had been mild compared to how he felt about his blond. Beginning to whistle the theme to 'Fraggle Rock' he bounced down the same path, the never to be seen or heard from again, Laura had just taken.

Letting himself into his partner's place he knew instinctively that his Hutch wasn't home. Fury ignited his blood recognizing the Thermos on the counter and the still lingering aroma of Huggy's special soup. Red flaming his eyes, didn't remember locking the door as he stormed towards the bar for a long overdue heart to heart with his 'friend' the proprietor.

"Where the hell is he, Hug!" Starsky didn't acknowledge Anita as she froze like a deer caught in the headlights of a fast moving vehicle.

"He was sittin' at his kitchen table last I saw him." The Bear replied blandly. "It’s Saturday, not yet noon, I expect he's had some errands to run."

"What did you say to 'im?" Starsky knew he was being unreasonable, but couldn't stop himself as he mentally struck Huggy off his Christmas list for the next decade or so.

Huggy stared balefully at his wired friend. "Look man, all I did was bring him some soup, I figured he was probably feelin' a little on the rough this side of the A.M."

"Was he?" Starsky plunked his butt down on a stool, accepting the cup of strong coffee, heavily sweetened, Huggy magically provided.

"Nope." Huggy grinned. "Matter a fact he was in better form than he had a right ta be."

Starsky growled, worry furrowing his brow. "What exactly is that supposed ta mean?"

"It means bro', that the dude was up an' lookin' fine." Huggy cocked an eyebrow. "I wasn't there more 'n a half hour. An' if ya really must know, he asked me ta leave. Said he had ta think."

"Think about what?" Starsky's eyes sparkled in renewed anger as he wondered what exactly *had happened in the short time Huggy had been with his partner.

"Just stuff." Huggy shrugged noncommittally.

Part 4

"What kinda stuff?" Starsky gripped his coffee mug tightly. "'M warnin' ya, Hug. Stay away from my partner."

Huggy leaned over the bar. "As I recall. In the not too distant past a certain curly-haired member of the academy of police came lookin' to The Bear for some certain satisfactions."

"That was a long time ago Herbie." Starsky spat back as he began to squirm on the stool.

"You, my blood relations and Uncle Sam are the only one's that know my true given name. I strongly advise you ma friend ta keep that under your hat. Maybe then it'll be easier for me to give up a certain blond that we both love though, so far, in different ways." Huggy sucked in a full lower lip, his black eyes darkening as they glowered at the tense detective.

"Sonofabitch!!!" Starsky sprang up the coffee and cup sent flying to shatter and spill on the opposite side barely missing Huggy. Grabbing the thin man by the lapels of his shirt, Starsky half pulled him over the counter and spat into the startled but somehow smug looking face. "What the hell did you do with him!!!!?"

"Put me down officer! Put me down Starsky or I'll have no other choice but ta report you to my burly brother, otherwise known as Dobey." Huggy tried to hide his fear, hoping desperately that the brunette's common sense would override the rage.

Starsky slowly lowered the bartender, the red in his eyes not allowing him to actually see his favorite snitch and close friend. "What. What did you do to him?" Starsky released the shirt but remained tightly perched, ready to launch again.

Huggy backed up a couple of steps after being released. "No one's bin getting anything from Mr. Cosmos for some time now." He thought it wise to step back one more time. "Let's just say that I was, tempted and able to procure a samplin' of the goods." He leaped through the kitchen door just as Starsky vaulted over the counter.

Starsky found himself trembling in rage in the back alley, Huggy making good on his escape was nowhere to be found. "Where are ya Hutch?"

*

The blond had spent the last several hours driving aimlessly trying to clear his mind of the events of the last evening and this morning. Guilt was overriding his emotions, he had never lied to his partner until now. "I haven't lied to him!" he yelled, ignoring the few stares coming at him from the sidewalk, traffic keeping his speed at no more than a trudge. Rolling up his window, it refused to go any further than half-way up, he continued to battle with himself. "Just because we never talked about my having sex in the past with a man before you met him doesn't give you the right to lie and cheat on him now." Giving up on the traffic he pulled off at the nearest side street and parked in the first available space. Popping a few dimes in the meter, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and plodded, shoulders hunched, down the sidewalk. Deep in confused thoughts of uninhibited nights with Brandon, how quickly Huggy brought them back, and his deeper love and want for his partner, the blond still managed to sense the three hoods surrounding and closing in on him. Flipping out his badge and spinning so every member of the trio could see the fire in his eyes he snapped. "Stay the fuck away or I'll make the rest of your day a living hell!" It wasn't the butt of the huge gun they glimpsed through the swinging jacket, but the glitter of serious intent in the flashing blue eyes that caused them all to scurry away.

*

The brunette spent the next few hours combing the streets trying to catch a glimpse of Hutch around every corner he turned. "What's he done ta your mind babe." He muttered under his breath. "I swear I'll kill 'im if he hurt you!" He could feel the anger welling again at the thought of Huggy getting what he himself wanted more than anything. "Friend or not, I'll kill him, Hutch. Just please come home." Starsky found himself tightening up into a highly wound ball of fury as his imagination took him where he really didn't want to go. A vision of Huggy forcing his blond down and penetrating that beautiful, slender, though full ass. "You better not 'ave, Hug! I swear! You better not 'ave went near that!" His thoughts went a little further, causing the ire to bubble even further. "Jesus! You hope you didn't slip you're tongue inta his mouth!!! Fuck Hug, you better lay off any. And I mean any. Point of entry!!" He leaned over slamming a fist into the dash, not feeling the sting as a couple of knuckles split, absently wiping the welling blood on the side of his thigh.

*

Later that evening, Huggy managed to keep most of his thoughts off both partners, being Saturday night, and a hot sticky one at that, the bar was even busier than usual. He was torn between two thoughts throughout the night though, one that Starsky and Hutch managed to connect, and the other that they didn't, and that Hutch would make his way back to him. The three men had, not habitually, but occasionally in the past shared lady friends. He caught himself, on more than one occasion, shaking his head knowing that love was a far more powerful force than just sex. He wondered how the two could have gone so long without realizing how they felt about one another. He smiled bitterly, hoping that the secret the two were keeping from one another kept for at least a little while longer. He would always love both detectives as brothers, but for now he lusted after the fair-haired member of the team. He was far too jaded to think true love could ever touch him. "If ya want him Starsk you can have him, but let me have a piece first." He mumbled pouring his hundredth beer of the night for another thirsty customer.

"What's that, Huggy?" Anita paused briefly on her way past the thin man.

"Just thinkin' aloud, darlin'." Huggy's grin failed to reach his eyes.

"You think there's any chance of the cops coming in tonight?" She expertly prepared a tray of various shooters.

"Forget it, 'Nita. Hutch, I firmly believe, is spoken for." Huggy, a little too roughly, pounded the keys on the register. Adding in a near whisper. "He just don't know it yet."

"He sure hasn't been acting like it lately." Anita pouted as she picked up the tray. "Looks more like he's stranded in the desert of lost hope."

"Take it from me, girl. He's likely ta be rescued and soon if my intuition's right, and it ain't never failed me before." Huggy moved closer into the cash register to let her slip by.

"Well I hope you're wrong. Unless of course I'm the one guiding the ship." She giggled as she went by, the loaded tray balanced carefully on one hand.

For the first time that night, Huggy grinned with real mirth. "I doubt your little tug can catch the aircraft carrier that's going after him."

"A girl can always dream." She shot back, disappearing into the mob.

*

Sitting in a deli he had never been in before, Hutch pushed the half eaten sandwich away. Looking up he was surprised to see that it was completely dark outside. He had no idea where he had been all day, only that his feet were sore and his back was beginning to ache. All he knew is that his mind had been on his partner the entire day, Starsky was never very far from his thoughts, but lately had come to dominate them. He smiled ruefully into his glass of iced tea. "What am I going to do, Hug?" He spilled a bit of his drink as his eyes shot back up. "Jesus, what the hell do I do about Huggy?!"

"I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave sir." A waitress had come up behind him.

"Huh?" Startled, Hutch swung his head around.

"We're closing sir." She smiled apologetically.

Though pudgy Hutch couldn't help think how beautiful her complexion was. "Closing? What time is it anyway?" The blond rarely ever looked at his watch, used to always asking his partner for the time.

"Going on two in the morning." The smile hadn't left her face, she began to gather the plate and half full glass.

"Holy Christ!" Hutch sprung up reaching for his wallet. "I have to get going. Here, will this cover it all?" He threw a few bills onto the table. Not waiting for an answer he was out of the small cafe before she could reply.

*

Starsky was worried sick. He hadn't been able to eat all day and after driving for hours, went home and spent the remainder of the day and night cleaning and then pacing from room to room. He alternately tried calling his blond and staring at the phone waiting for it to ring everytime he went past it. He cursed himself for letting Hutch become so vulnerable that he was easy pickings for a letch like Huggy Bear. As much as he was angry at his thin friend he knew that it wasn't the Bear's fault.

Hutch was his responsibility and he had let his blond down. "So fuckin' wrapped up in your own feelin's for Hutch ya had ta hand 'im right over, may as well tied a bow on ya babe and handed ya to 'im on a platter."

Glancing at his watch he swore again, thinking for the hundredth time that day of where his Blintz was and what was going on in his beautiful head.

Picking up the phone he quickly punched in the numbers, not needing to watch where his finger pressed. "Two fuckin' am where the hell are ya, hon!?" He slammed the receiver back down, grabbed his jacket and keys and headed out the door, not bothering to turn out the lights. "I swear, Huggy, you're a dead man!" He yelled as he slammed the door shut behind him.

*

Thinking of his curly topped partner all day had made Hutch hard as a rock, not remembering driving here he was surprised to find himself standing outside the back door of 'The Pits'. Finding it unlocked he went through and hid in the shadows watching the kitchen staff finish cleaning up the kitchen

*.

Huggy came in bringing the last of the dirty glasses from the empty bar. He spotted the blond glowing in the shadows, suppressed a grin and hurried his helpers along. His own cock was beginning to swell. He lavished praise on the crew, swearing he'd finish the clean up and that they should get home a little early for once. Ushering them out of the kitchen he quickly led them out the main door, firmly locking it behind them.

Sighing with relief at how quick his staff were when it came to going home, he set the lighting in the main bar at half mast and sat waiting for his desire to come through the swinging doors. He didn't have to wait long.

"Huggy?" Hutch pushed the door open, spotting The Bear near the pool table.

"Hey, Hutch. I was hopin' you'd drop by." Huggy pushed himself off the table and slowly approached the hesitant blond.

"Huggy I..I need..." Hutch bit his lip beginning to stammer.

"I know exactly what ya need my friend."

Part 5

Starsky's heart leapt into his throat as he rounded the corner, spotting his blond's dilapidated Ford parked near the back door of the pits. Killing the engine, he sat for a moment unsure if he should go in. Afraid of what he might find. More afraid of not finding anything he got out of the car and went toward the slightly ajar door, not bothering to shut the Torino's, intense eyes scanning the rest of the ally as he made his way. He was surprised to find the kitchen completely empty, normally the crew would still be cleaning up at this time. He didn't take their absence as a good sign.

Quietly making his way towards the opening in the wall, where the orders were handed out to be picked up by the waitress, he peeked out into the open bar area. The bright light from the kitchen made him stand out like a clown in a convent. He could hear low moans before he spotted the light hair glittering in the darkness of the restaurant. His heart sank when he saw that his partner was braced against the pool table head thrown back and panting heavily. Rage began to fill him as he clenched and unclenched his fists. He was about to storm through the doors when the sound of his Blintz's voice froze him in place.

"Stop Huggy!" Hutch pushed his friend away, his cock still swollen painfully with need.

"What!? Why?" Huggy lifted his head, saliva running from the corner of his mouth, trying to read what was in the pale blue eyes, he continued to fondle the full sacs under the enormous erection.

Hutch shook his head, slapping the slender hands away from his balls. "It's not working, Hug."

The Bear struggled to his feet, bent over with hands on his knees, he too tried to catch his breath. "Just tell me what you want, blondie."

"You know what I want dammit!!" Hutch yelled, raking a shaky hand through his hair.

"Let me fuck you." Huggy sensed that his intimate times with the blond were fast coming to an end., and felt desperate to get as much as he could.

"No!" Hutch was beginning to shake. Lowering his voice to a near whisper. "Not that Hug..I can't let you have that."

"Okay. Will you do me?" The Bear hoped he didn't sound as wistful as he felt. "Come on, Hutch, you need to get off. You’re about ready to explode." He fumbled with his own zipper dropping his slacks down to his ankles he shoved the blond out of the way and positioned himself over the pool table.

"We need something." Hutch looked frantically around the dimly lit room. finding only upside down chairs on the tables.

"Spit, man! Come on, Hutch! I ain't no virgin." Huggy was beginning to quiver with anticipation, his own dick happily introducing itself to the bottom of the table.

Hutch swore softly, wishing he wasn't so weak willed. Instead of the slim brown ass before him, he saw only the firm round globes of his partner's tight ass and sprang forward. Wasting little time spitting into his hand, he coated himself as fast has he could and slowly entered the waiting portal. "Oh, God! Soo..so tight!"

"Come on, Hutch! Fuck me!" Huggy began to gasp, nearly screeching in pain and then pleasure as the huge cock nearly split him and brushed up against his prostrate.

Hutch needed no further encouragement and began to pump furiously. It didn't take long before he felt the ass squeeze, sending him over the edge with a roar. Spent, he collapsed over the thin form beneath him.

Mesmorised, Starsky had looked on, sickened and fascinated. Without even realizing it he had also sprouted an erection, and had undone his jeans and brought himself to an explosion watching as his blond thrust, he had closed his eyes as he stroked himself, imagining that it was he receiving the golden rod. Hurriedly tucking himself back in, he fled, shame and anger turning his face bright red as hot tears began to course down his face.

Hutch slowly pulled himself off the gasping Bear. Not knowing what to say he stumbled to the bar, getting a couple of cloth napkins, tossing one to Huggy, as the thin man pushed himself up.

"Man." Huggy managed as he staggered with his pants still around his ankles to where the napkin had landed. "You are hung, brother."

"We never should have done any of this, Huggy." Finished cleaning himself, Hutch threw the cloth into the garbage, pouring himself a few fingers of scotch he tossed them back and poured more.

"Why the hell not. We're both consenting adults and aren't hurtin' anyone." Huggy pulled up his slacks, napkin still in one hand and started towards the bar. "Mind givin' me some of that?"

"I feel like I'm being unfaithful." Hutch twirled the liquid around in the tumbler.

Huggy pursed his lips, wincing a little as he gingerly sat on a stool. He watched the blond who was on his usual side of the bar carefully. "Last time I checked one had ta be in a relationship before they could cheat."

"I know that, Huggy." Hutch refused to meet the brown eyes gazing across at him. "I still feel like I'm letting him down."

Huggy thought for a few moments, hating that he was deceiving his friends; one with his silence and the other with his teasing. "You try talking with him about how you feel?"

"Oh right!" Hutch snorted. "Hey, Starsk, I'm in love with you, mind if I screw you through the mattress?"

"You might be surprised by his answer." The Bear gulped back his own drink, waving the glass for a re-fill.

"He'd run as far and as fast as he could." A tear began to form in the corner of a light blue eye. "I can't have what I want, Hug, but I'm not willing to lose what I've already got."

"I think you should talk to him anyway." Huggy replied softly.

Shaking his head, Hutch brought his head up with sad eyes and smiled wearily at his friend. "How can you stand me using you like this?"

"You ain't using me, Hutch. Not any more or less than I'm using you anyway." The thin shoulders rose in a brief shrug. "Least we're both clear on that."

"You're a good friend, Huggy." Hutch finished the rest of his drink pouring yet another one, doing the same for Huggy.

"I think some, at least one, would argue that at the moment." Huggy licked the alcohol from his lips. He straightened up slightly as a thought struck him. "Mind checking the back door, blondie, it just came to my attention that you came in that way and I doubt it's bin locked."

"Sure, Hug, don't run away with that bottle." Hutch sat his glass down and went back into the kitchen. Sure enough he discovered the door had been left unlocked, bolting it he turned around to make his way back. He stopped in his tracks as the strong smell of sex hit his nostrils. He looked around but not down and didn't notice the small puddle he was standing in. With a shrug, thinking it must be coming from himself, he made his way back through to the bar. He was pleased to see that his glass had been topped off.

*

Starsky's mind was reeling as he made his way back to his blond's apartment. He was disgusted at himself and furious with Huggy. Hutch, he was concerned about. "What the hell did ya mean he couldn't have that?" He muttered, letting himself in with the key over the lintel. "Is Hutch a virgin, but wants it anyway? Or is he afraid of being labelled as gay?" Grabbing a beer he sunk down onto the couch, not bothering to remove his jacket. "He sure took on Huggy like he knew what he was doin'." He scowled at the memory of his, so called friend, getting what was rightfully his.

Jealousy had a firm hold on him as he drained the bottle and rose to get himself another. Coming back and setting the bottle on the coffee table, he went in search of his partner's pillow. Laying back on the couch he held it close, breathing in the essence of the cotton, foam, and most importantly his blond, he fell asleep waiting and wondering what he would say to the man when he came through the door.

*

Though neither man knew it, the sun had begun to splash its warmth over the city. Hutch and Huggy still sat, talking intermittently over the last several hours, for different reasons, neither one wanting the next day to begin. They had both moved on to the safer and more comfortable topic of baseball, and who they thought would make it in the finals, neither one realizing that they had both begun to slur an hour or so before.

"Ish got a sled home, Hug." Hutch finally came to understand that he was in no condition to drive, and that after a bleary glance at the clock over the bar that time had once again gotten away from him.

Huggy sat staring at his latest drink, wondering how the bottle had magically dwindled to a tiny bottom full. "Lets crash up..upthe..go up the..we can make ist up the stairs."

Hutch began to laugh. "Thad's real goo..good Slugs..but could you call me a slab?"

"Yous a slab." Huggy began to chuckle.

"I's means a taski." Hutch moved around to the other side of the bar needing to finally sit.

"Yous a taski." Huggy found this uproariously funny and slapped his knee.

Hutch, his eyes droopy, looked over at his friend. "Need ta leave, Hug." He managed, with supreme concentration to form his words correctly.

"Stay, Hutch." Huggy sobered a little, knowing that the moment the blond left, it would all be over except the memories.

"He's waiting. I don't know, Hug, but I feel it." Hutch suddenly found that the majority of the effects of the drink seemed to have left his system. "He's at my place, and I need to go home."

Huggy nodded his head slowly. "You're drunk, ma man, but if that's what ya want I'll comply." He rose unsteadily from the stool and reached the phone automatically dialling the familiar number of the company that frequently took his clientele home. "Can I have one last kiss before you go?" He was afraid to ask, but needed to anyway.

Again shaking his head, Hutch turned him down. "I hope we'll always be friends, Hug, but this is wrong." He pulled himself off the stool, making his way to the front door.

"Hey, Hutch!?" Huggy again downed the remainder of his drink. "I love him too, just try not ta let him think I'm the bad guy."

"None of this is your fault." Hutch looked back, confusion written over his drunkenly lax face.

Huggy decided to come clean. "He's bin wanting you forever bro'. Greed wouldn't let me give ya up."

"What!!!?" Hutch's jaw dropped as the sound of the cabs horn blared from outside.

Part 6

Hutch's jaw dropped in disbelief. "What do you mean, Huggy?"

"What I mean, blondie, is that Starsky is in as much love with you as you are with him." Huggy put the cap on the near empty bottle, finally deciding that he'd had enough.

"That's impossible. Starsky's as straight as they come." Hutch was torn between wanting to believe and anger at the man before him for teasing him.

Huggy sadly shook his head. "Nope." He forced himself to look up into the wide blue eyes. "You two have been in love since the get go, I think that now you've both finally realized it."

"I don't believe you." Anger flashed as Hutch moved closer to his friend.

"Your cabs waiting. Go ask him." Huggy nodded towards the door. "Trust me, Hutch, he's been afraid to say anything just like you are."

Hutch glanced towards the door and then back at Huggy. "I'm going, but we're not finished with this." He checked to make sure his clothes were presentable before walking away.

"Hutch?" Huggy swung around on the stool.

"What!" Hutch snapped, holding the door handle he paused, not turning back.

"I'm sorry." Huggy's quiet apology floated across the room.

Nodding once, Hutch pulled open the door and walked into the blaze of a new morning.

*

Starsky woke with a kink in his neck, his stomach growling furiously having gone well over it's tolerance level for being empty. Making a pot of coffee, he slapped together a peanut butter sandwich bringing it to the window to watch for his blond to come home. He had calmed down somewhat after getting a few hours sleep. Now hope began to lace its way around his heart. "What am I gonna do with ya, Blintz?" He tried to stay focused on the blond, thoughts of Huggy caused him to nearly hyperventilate. Finishing the sandwich he drifted into the greenhouse, not noticing the taxi that pulled up just as he left the window.

Hutch groaned aloud when the cab pulled onto his street, spotting the Torino immediately. Paying the driver he glanced into the front seat, hoping that maybe his partner was sleeping there, and he could slip past unnoticed. "Never that lucky." He mumbled and moved slowly towards the stairs.

Starsky's head shot up hearing someone coming up the steps, he held his breath when they stopped outside the door. He moved to stand at the entrance to the greenhouse, eyes glued to where he knew his partner's head would be when he came through the door.

Hutch bit his lip trying to ease the door open as quietly as he could, hoping now that his brunette was sleeping on the couch. Wincing as the door seemed to thunder shut, he sighed seeing that the sofa was empty. "Batting a thousand today, Hutchinson."

"Where 'ave ya bin?" Starsky moved further out to the living room.

Knowing he was there, Hutch was still startled to hear the voice he loved more than any other. "I...I um..I was at Huggy's." He grinned sheepishly his face turning scarlet. "He decided to let me have another shot at ridding his stock he tried to help too."

"I bet he did." Starsky cocked his head towards the counter. "Want a coffee?"

"I'd love one." Hutch began to clasp and unclasp his hands, as he moved across the apartment, he couldn't recall ever being nervous in front of his partner before.

"Sit." Starsky ordered grabbing two mugs from the cupboard. He kept glancing at the blond as he poured them each a cup.

"What have you been doing all weekend?" Hutch seemed to find a scratch on the table fascinating, keeping his eyes glued to it.

"Lookin' for you." Starsky placed a mug in front of his blond, taking his around the table, he also took a seat.

"Why?" Hutch shifted his gaze to the coffee gripping the handle so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

"So we could talk." Starsky barely blinked not wanting his indigo eyes to leave the blond for even a fraction of a second. "So we could talk about Huggy and his infatuation with ya."

"Look, Starsk, I'm sure what you think is going on with Hug is just a figment of your imagination." Hutch began to fidget.

"Really?" Starsky slowly brought his mug up, taking a sip and just as slowly lowered it back to the table.

"Yeah." Hutch nodded finally bringing his head up to smile across the table.

"Ya never lied ta me before, Hutch, why are ya startin' now?" The blue eyes were black with their intensity.

"Come on, Gordo." Hutch pleaded with his own distressed blues. "Huggy’s a non-issue."

"That why ya let 'im suck ya? That why ya fucked 'im after that?" Starsky pushed his chair away from the table his voice rising to a near scream. "Or was that all a figment of my imagination too!!!" He stood trembling as he glared at his partner.

"Oh, God...Ah no, no..how..how do you know?" Hutch's eyes shot up in horror. His voice sinking along with his stomach, he thought he was going to throw up.

"'Cause I was there, ya stupid dope!" Starsky was afraid to move, afraid he'd lose it completely. "I got ta watch while ya did Huggy. Do you have any idea how that made me feel?"

"Please don't hate me, Starsky." Hutch pushed himself to his feet. "I swear I didn't want to hurt you."

"I couldn't hate ya, Hutch, but right now I just don't know what ta think. I was never so disgusted in my life, an' as you very well know, buddy boy, we've both witnessed a lot a shit." Starsky could feel his adrenaline building as all the anger, lust and pain broiled under the surface. "I never thought you'd ever turn to a man...let alone Huggy Bear."

Guilt and shame flushed the fair skin. "I never meant to Starsk. I swear. I just..I just..it was just so damn easy."

"I bet." Starsky huffed. "An' Huggy didn't exactly complain, I bet. I warned ya, Hutch."

Hutch hung his head, licking his lips he mumbled defensively. "Huggy's not at fault here, Starsky. I..it was me that went to him."

"The hell he's not!! That skinny bastard knew ta stay away from ya!" Starsky flexed his shoulders trying to rid some of the ache the tension was causing. "I warned him, too."

"You what!" Hutch felt a twinge of anger though still deeply afraid of his brunette ending their friendship, he didn't think Starsky would ever be comfortable around him again. "You have no right to say anything to Huggy, I told you I went to him, and further more who I sleep with is none of your damn business!"

"When somethin's goin' on in that thick skull a yours I make it my damn business ta find out what's wrong!" Starsky was unaware that his voice began to rise as spittle flew from his mouth. "Ya haven't had a date in weeks and then when ya finally get it up again you turn to a guy for chrissake!"

"I didn't say it was the brightest thing I've ever done. But for pete's sake, Starsky! I...I have a right to make my own decisions, even if they are the wrong ones." Hutch turned squeezing the bridge of his nose.

Silence was thick for a few moments while Starsky breathed deeply trying to regain some control. "Get a shower and some rest, ya reek, Blintz." He moved towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Hutch was certain that this was the end.

"Home. I haven't exactly bin managing ta rest easy this weekend either. Then 'm going over to 'The Pits' and have a long chat with Huggy, and try not ta strangle the life outta the scrawny weasel." Starsky had opened the door and half turned to look back.

"Stay away from him." Hutch shot a warning look to his partner.

"'Bout as much as he stayed away from you." Starsky growled. "An' then, if I think I can handle it, I’ll be coming back here and we're gonna sit down and try an' hash this all out."

"Can't you stay now?" Hutch softly asked, his eyes pleading.

Shaking his head, Starsky looked away the pain in the light blue eyes nearly breaking his heart. "I can't, Hutch, we're both exhausted an' I'm terrified one or both of us is gonna say somethin' we'll regret and just cause us more damage." Not waiting for a response he left slamming the door behind him.

Hutch stared at the closed door for a few minutes, before deciding that he'd listen to his partner. Beginning to strip he made his way to the washroom as the water washed away the grime, he didn't think he would ever really feel clean again. Crying bitter tears he was certain that he’d just lost the most important person in his life. "You fucking, fucking jerk!!!" He slammed his fists repeatedly into the tiles, not stopping until the sight of blood finally registered and the pain set in. Turning off the water he found some gauze and wrapped up both hands. Still sniffling he felt a little better and shuffled off towards the bedroom almost falling asleep before he made it to the bed, and was out before knowing his head had hit the pillow.

*

Starsky also showered when he got back to his apartment and lay in bed staring up, his reflection gazing back down at him. "Ya had ta walk out on him, didn't ya? Couldn't even tell 'im how much you love 'im. No 'course not, just leave him standin' there scared ta death that I'll be lookin' for a new partner come tomorrow." Disgusted with himself, he slammed his fist into the mattress, rolling onto his side not wanting to look at himself anymore he hugged the pillow tightly to him, wishing it was Hutch. Thankfully sleep came quickly to him. He slipped away wondering how his blond was doing.

*

Huggy Bear was not in the least surprised when he woke up early that afternoon with a blinding headache. It had been a long time since he had tied one on, and now remembered the reason why that was.

"Hope you’re not feeling as rough as I am my blond brother." He mumbled, thanking the gods that he could close early tonight, he was thankful he had a few rooms upstairs for couples that just couldn't wait to get to know each other, but couldn't wait to get back to his own place. He smiled hoping that, even though Hutch would now be off limits to him, the two detectives should have by now professed their love for one another. Stepping out of the shower, a towel draped precariously around the thin hips, he froze at the sound of a knock at the door.

"Huggy Bear? You in there?" Anita called.

"Man! What is it, woman! I'm on my way down, don't rush me, least of all not today doll." Huggy moaned leaning up against the door, the sound of his own voice causing his belly to turn uncomfortably.

"I think you better come down now." Anita whispered through the thin barrier.

"What's the rush!? It's just goin' after two and we only opened an hour or so ago." Huggy swiftly began getting dressed, thinkingthat maybe a couple of miscreants had come into the bar.

"Dave Starsky is downstairs and he said for me to tell you to 'get that scrawny black ass down here now, or I'll be goin' up!'" Anita even had the accent down as her voice deepened to match that of the detective.

"Oh man!! What the hell happened now?" He really hurried to get dressed now, preferring to have witnesses in case all hell broke loose.

Part 7

Coming down the stairs after gulping down a few aspirins, Huggy saw that the tightly controlled detective had taken a position at the last booth. He grinned at Anita, eyes nervously glancing back towards where Starsky sat drumming his fingers on the table. "Thanks girl." Anita had prepared a tray with coffee, mugs and whatever else they would need to flavour it to their liking. "Do me a favor hon, and see about scarin' up a Starsky sized breakfast, and don't bill him for it."

"Sure thing, toots." She looked from the officer back to her employer. "I’d like to know what has him so fired up today."

"Trust me. You’re better off not knowing." Huggy took the tray in both hands, drawing a final deep breath he went to face the music.

Starsky didn't say a word for a few minutes, he was enjoying watching the bartender squirm as he prepared their coffee. It wasn't until The Bear was finally settled after having run out of things to occupy his hands with that he spoke. "How could ya, Hug?"

"Behind closed doors, what I do and who I do it with, is strickly my own, pardon the pun, affair." Huggy refused to meet the sizzling glare.

"Then maybe ya might wanna consider makin' sure the doors are closed." Though Starsky kept his voice low, the tone could dice metal.

The big brown eyes widened, finally coming up to meet the blue. "What are you sayin', man?"

Raising the cup to his lips, in a eerie imitation of his actions that morning with his blond, he set the mug back on the table. "I got ta watch your fun last night, Huggy."

Huggy was surprised at this revelation, and wondered how it was that he managed to still be alive and decided to try changing the topic. "I have to admit that I'm astounded you're wasting time over here with me. I figured you and he would have a lot of makin' out of your own to do."

"You knew Hutch has bin all messed up about something, and ya still took advantage of 'im. What the hell's wrong with you, Huggy!" Starsky briefly looked around the near empty bar, realizing his voice was beginning to rise.

"I may have put out the signals, Starsky, but it was blondie that came looking for the action." Huggy crossed his arms on the table and leaned in a little closer. "It was the right kind of action but the wrong partner."

"What do ya mean?" Starsky glowered across the table.

Huggy tilted his head to side, rolling his eyes. "You two are the densest individuals I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. "It's you he wants, Starsky, not some skinny black restauranteur! I firmly believe the man is a virgin, saving himself for you, but not thinking the wedding will ever really happen if ya catch the drift." Pushing his coffee cup aside he added. "I told him and sent him home to ask you, but evidently he still didn't believe me. He seems to think you'd head for the nearest airport if he was to open his mouth."

"He told you that he wanted me?" Anger had fled Starsky's expression as he stared incredulously at his cocky friend.

"Wants you?!!!" Huggy sat back stifling a laugh. "The man is completly ga ga over you, Starsky, and I mean hopelessly and miserably in love with you, 'course the man may be beautiful but he certainly lacks in taste."

Starsky thought he was going to burst with excitement at the thin man's words. He just continued to look on in shocked amazement as Anita arrived, plunking a large platter of eggs, bacon and pancakes in front of him. "Ya mean it, Hug? He really said that?" He smiled brilliantly now as his heart began to swell.

"That he did. Like you, he thought that would be the last thing you'd want to hear." Huggy motioned for Starsky to pick up his fork.

Starsky devoured a few large bites, mixing a few things together before shovelling them into his mouth, he mumbled around a full cheek. "If ya knew how we both felt, how come ya went after 'im, Hug? I mean I'll be pissed about that for the rest a your life."

"I was waiting for you two to see it for yourselves. I don't love the man the way you do, Starsky, but he is damn fine. I figure it's a free country and ya have to get what ya can when ya can." Huggy shrugged, relieved that the curly-haired man now knew that his feelings were mutual, and that later today the partners would finally complete their partnership.

"I ever catch ya alone with him again, coming onta him I mean, I swear, Hug, you won't live ta regret it!" Starsky paused in his chewing to once again cast a scathing look at his friend.

"I get the distinct feeling ma friend that in a short time blondie won't even remember our brief tryst." The Bear grinned a trifle ruefully.

"I'll make sure he doesn't." Grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth, Starsky rose reaching for his wallet, he was bouncing in his haste to get back to his Hutch. "I gotta go, Hug."

"I don't doubt it. Never mind, Starsky, the grubs on the house." Huggy pulled the half eaten plate towards him as the brunette in a blue blur tore out of the restaurant.

*

Sunday afternoon traffic was fairly light as he raced back towards Venice Place. Starsky couldn't remember ever being so excitedly nervous before, the mere thought of his Hutch being in love with him made it the longest 20 minute drive of his life. Screeching to a halt behind the battered Fairlane he sat for a minute, trying to think of how and what he would say when he got up the steps. "Get movin', turkey! Bein' a coward is what made him go ta Huggy in the first place." Still wondering what to say he got out of the Torino and bounded up the steps, letting himself in.

*

Hutch was mumbling in his sleep, the words unintelligible, his arms wrapped tightly around a pillow as he tossed from side to side. Starsky had gotten a glass of water and slipped into the bedroom. Seeing his partner's distressed slumber, he set the glass down and quickly stripped down to his underwear. Crawling under the covers, he waited until Hutch had rolled away from him before scooting over, catching the sleeping blond and spooning himself around him. Hutch relaxed almost instantly as the furry warmth pressed up against him. Starsky smiled noting the change, and hearing the satisfied snore, with a happy smile, he too began to drift away, luxuriating in the smooth skin pressed tightly to his chest and belly, into the best sleep he had managed for what seemed like forever. He finally felt that he was home.

*

Hutch woke a few hours later, bleary eyed he recognized the hand dangling over his side. Slipping quietly out of the bed he made it halfway to the washroom before stopping suddenly. Pausing a few moments he made his way back to the bedroom, jaw hanging at the sight of his nearly naked partner sleeping soundly, the bowed lips curled in a tiny grin of contentment. Hutch spun to look back towards his destination and then again at his partner. He didn't know if he was dreaming or if the gods had heard his silent desire and had decided he was deserving enough to warrant the reward. He wondered if he shaved and showered the illusion would disappear and he'd find that he had again awakened very much alone.

*

Starsky woke, instantly alert, knowing that he was alone in the big bed, hearing the shower confirming it. He smiled devilishly wishing he had been awake to see his blond's reaction to having him for company. Stretching lazily he got up and dumped out the remains of the coffee from the early morning and made a fresh batch. He was whistling happily as he began to prepare some scrambled eggs and toast for his blond, knowing that Hutch had in all likelihood not managed to eat a great deal himself this weekend. Letting the pan heat up he found some cheddar in the fridge and began to shred some of it, keeping an ear cocked for his Hutch.

*

Climbing out of the shower, Hutch could smell fresh coffee and something cooking even before he heard the off-tune whistling coming from his partner. Kicking himself for not bringing any clothes with him he pulled on the pale blue velour robe his Starsky had gotten for him the past Christmas, wishing it was as long as his old orange one, he felt slightly exposed having it stop mid thigh. "Now what?" He muttered to himself as he ran a comb through the wet locks. He knew he was now hiding and that it was unlikely he would be able to stay much longer, he had no doubts that his sharp imp already knew he was out of the shower. Taking a few shaky breaths he steeled himself for what was to come and opened the door.

"Hey, babe!" Starsky called over his shoulder. "Come on and get it, Blintz, I figure ya might need somethin' ta eat after the weekend from hell."

Hutch hesitantly approached the table. "I am a little hungry." He admitted, only now becoming aware of it as his tummy began to growl.

"Good. Now come on and pull up a chair." He plopped a heaping plate of orange topped eggs on the table, a smaller portioned one for himself. The coffee had already been poured along with two glasses of orange juice.

"You on a diet, Gordo?" Hutch pulled the chair in as he sat, inhaling the tantalizing aroma coming from his plate.

"Nope. Huggy laid breakfast on for me a few hours ago." Starsky took his place, picking up a fork he motioned for his blond to follow suit.

"Is he still alive?" Hutch looked up, worry clouding his eyes

"Very much so." Starsky beamed happily. "I still may go back and clobber him, but I'm too excited ta think of being mad at him. Matter a fact he's the last person I even wanna think about right now."

Hutch picked up his fork and began to prod the mass before him. "You've certainly changed you're tune since this morning." He took a tentative taste, nodding he dug in deeper.

"Thats cause this mornin' I didn't know what was wrong with ya." Starsky chirped.

"Now you do and that makes you happy?" Hutch still didn't have a clue what the brunette was talking about, warily watching him.

"Now I do an' it makes me ecstatic!" Starsky gestured for his blond to continue eating. "I mean I never bin happier in my whole life, Hutch."

"I don't think I'm quite following you, Starsk." Hutch couldn't help feel a warm glow as he was caught up in his partner's delight.

"You’re in love with me!" Starsky exclaimed.

Hutch paled, thinking it was he that was going to go bear hunting. Gulping thickly he forced himself to hold his brunette's eyes. "And that makes you happy?" He held his breath waiting for the shoe to drop.

"Of course, ya dummy!!!" Not being able to contain himself any longer, Starsky pushed his chair back, rising quickly. "Why do ya think I was so damn mad at Huggy? Hutch, I love ya more than life. I was just too stupid ta let ya know."

"You really mean that?" Hutch dropped his fork his own grin threatening to split his face. His cock was swelling and poking out from between the folds of the robe.

"How 'bout I show ya how much?" Starsky was thankful that he didn't put on his jeans after getting up, his erection was jutting out of the thin fabric of his briefs.

Part 8

Eggs forgotten, Hutch didn't know how he managed to stand let alone remember having his partner pull him gently back towards the rumpled bed. He was shaking so bad and his heart thudded almost painfully in his chest. "You sur..sure about this Starsky?" His voice barely above
a whisper.

"Never bin more sure of anything in ma life, babe." Starsky smiled, breathing heavily as he reached down to unwrap his soon to be lover's robe. He gasped as the terry fell free, pausing to stare at the muscle rippled flesh. Slowly raising a hand, he was almost afraid to touch the smooth skin. That lasted all of a few seconds before both hands came up and he slipped them under the robe and ran them gently up Hutch's sides, bringing them around to rest over the taut nipples, he sighed loving the feel of the tiny nubs seeming to pulse under his palms.

Hutch looked on, not realizing he was holding his breath. He was astounded by how dark the brunette's eyes had become, it was the first time that he’d seen them smoulder with desire. Releasing the pent up air he reached out to cup the back of the curly head and pull it closer.

Clear blue eyes asking for, and receiving permission, he bent his head to take the bowed mouth in a tentative kiss. He was not prepared for the bolt of electricity that ran down his spine, with a groan he ran his tongue over the lips needing to get in.

Starsky thought his heart may have stopped when the luscious lips first claimed his. Moaning he parted them, his own tongue reaching out to meet for the first time its’ moist counterpart. The kiss quickly grew more passionate as they began to duel for supremacy. Hutch shrugged the robe away, letting it fall unnoticed to the floor, he moved in closer pulling Starsky closer to him. Both men were frantically trying to feel every inch of the other, hands groping and squeezing, finally their groins came together, each feeling the heat and the need of the other. With a loud growl escaping the side of his mouth, Hutch impatiently hooked his thumps into the band of the briefs and pulled them out over the rosy rod of his partner, quickly shoving them down past the slender hips.

Starsky did a little dance, getting the briefs down to his ankles stepping out with one foot, and flinging them away with the other. Both cocks came together, both men hissed at the first contact and began to rub frantically, each of them moving their hands down to clasp the others ass pushing them even closer into one another.

Hutch pulled away from the kiss, taking a few huge gulps of air his lips pushed away a curl and began to suckle a delicate ear lobe.

"Hutch!? Stop, Hutch!?" Starsky pulled and pushed away, also gasping for breath.

"Wha...What's wrong!?" Hutch looked panicked thinking that Starsky had changed his mind.

Starsky reached a hand out to cup the finely sculpted chin. "Nothin's wrong, babe." Still trying to get his breath and calm down. "Problem is it feels too right, an' I don't wanna rush this. Not our first time together." He chuckled. "Hell we haven't even made it onto the bed yet."

"Oh." Hutch looked around, wanting to throw his partner down to the mattress and ravish him. "What do you want to do?" He brought his smoldering eyes back to those of his partner.

Shoving the blankets and top-sheet aside, Starsky reached to take a large hand in his own. "I want ya to lie down in the middle and just let me look at ya for now." The cobalt eyes looked almost angry in their lust.

Letting Starsky turn him around, Hutch first sat on the edge before scooting back and sprawling out, feeling a little uncomfortable as the brunette stood over him, the dark eyes slowly taking in every inch of the long, lean body. "Jesus! Do you have any idea how fuckin' gorgeous ya are Hutch?"

"I'm no match for you Gordo." Hutch replied in a husky voice. His own eyes taking in every bit of the well built body standing before him. "You’re like some sort of Adonis come to life."

"An' your an angel that I'm terrified will be called back home before I get my fill of worshipin' you." Starsky's voice was hushed with awe.

"I'm not going anywhere, Starsk." Hutch's voice began to crack. "Not unless you want me to."

Starsky could take no more and crawled onto the bed, straddling the blond just over the hips. "I don't know where ta begin." He licked his lips, once more taking in the body beneath him.

Making a decision he met the full lips in another hot kiss and then moved down to lightly lap at the small hollow just under the Addams apple. Going further down and to the right he found the small nub that had earlier tantalized the flesh of his hand. Taking it between his teeth, he ever so slightly bit then began to suck and roll his tongue around it, eliciting a moan and a quick upwards thrust from the hips below him, almost losing his grip when the hard erection made contact with his own. Moving on to the next nipple he received the same response only this time the groan was louder and the jolt beneath almost knocked him forward. Grinning with satisfaction that he had this effect on his blond, Starsky moved over and down, licking, sucking and nipping. Moving down towards the foot of the bed as he came to and ignored the throbbing cock, instead he nuzzled it aside and paid homage to the tender skin of the inner thigh.

Hutch's head was thrashing from side to side as pre-cum slipped out from the slit of his manhood. Starsky had seen the drops form and not being able to resist any longer took the head into his mouth, closing his eyes and savoring the first taste of his lover's true essence. Holding the hips down with both hands, with his thumbs he lightly played with the fine gold pubic hair and began to run his tongue up and down the silk encased rod.

"STARSKY! Please!!!" Hutch knew he was close and also knew as soon as the fine fingers of one hand began to fondle his tight balls that he was about to lose it.

Starsky smiled, relishing the feel of the hardness of the jewels in his hand and the treasure he once again covered with his mouth, wanting, no needing to taste the lava from the core of what made up his blond, he hungrily awaited the eruption. Hearing his blond scream as he thirstily swallowed the raw taste of Hutch coursing down his throat almost brought him over the edge as well, he held back though, having something else, much more important on his agenda. He finally released the lax penis and sat back on his haunches, breathing as heavily as the heavenly body below him.

"You're still hard." Hutch managed between ragged gasps.

Starsky only nodded. Giving them both a few moments to collect themselves he then leaned forward placing his hands on either side of his blond's shoulders, eyes intense and capturing the contented one's, noses almost touching. "Is Huggy right babe?"

"Huggy!?" Satiated, Hutch watched his newest, and last lover in confusion.

"You been with men before. Am I right?" Starsky probed.

Nodding weakly, Hutch wanted to look away, but found he couldn't.

"You been saving yourself. Blintz?" Starsky continued. "Anyone ever get the whole package?"

"I don..I'm not following you, Starsk." Hutch struggled to think of what his partner was talking about.

"Are you a virgin, Hutch?" Starsky now held his breath waiting for the reply.

Taking a hard swallow, Hutch looked up into the most important half of his soul and nodded. "I guess I've been waiting for the right person." He responded in a quiet voice.

"Am I the right person, babe?" Starsky bit his lower lip wanting more than he wanted anything in his life to hear a simple three letter word.

Nodding again, Hutch looked almost afraid of uttering the truth. "Y..yes." He choked out.

Starsky's cock had gone to half-mast but now sprang back to life as the single word that meant so much hit his ears. "It's not much of a weddin' babe, but can I have you now?" He tried to keep the anticipation and pleading out of his trembling voice. The quick glance towards the nightstand and the slight nod of affirmation was all he needed to move. Moving a stiff leg over the still form, Starsky fumbled in the night stand quickly coming up with the lubricant. "Roll onto your side, babe." He whispered into a pale ear. Hutch, leery though getting excited again, complied. Starsky took a few minutes to savor the luxury of stretching his legs out, while he coated a finger and gently probed between the white globes. He nibbled the finely sheened sweat soaked skin under his blond's ear as he circled the puckered and as yet closed portal.

Hutch had never let anyone near his center before, but wanted more than anything for that digit to enter him, he pushed further back hoping Starsky would take the hint and slide into him.

"Breathe, babe." Starsky encouraged while continuing to suck on the blond's neck, alternately blowing air onto the reddened skin. He slowly pushed his finger into the tight opening stopping at the first knuckle and letting Hutch get used to him being there. "Am I hurting you?"

"No. More, Starsk." Hutch forced himself to relax wanting much more than a finger inside him, and knowing that his beloved Starsky would at no time take him unless he was ready.

In what seemed like hours to both men, but in reality was only twenty minutes there were three fingers probing and stretching the inside and entrance to the sacred portal. Starsky was near breaking point and gasping for air. His hot breath soothing the blood leaking love marks on the tender neck of his blond. "Hutch?"

"Now. Please, Starsky! Now." Hutch managed trying to push back and have the digits move deeper into him. He groaned in despair when the hand was removed.

Starsky tried to tame the throbbing in his cock as he coated himself, wanting desperately to make this as good for his partner as humanly possible, knowing he would always cherish this act. It was the one thing he, and he alone would have and no one else would ever get near, even if he died defending it. Pushing his own hips back a little he aligned his cock with the slightly swollen opening and slowly, ever so slowly entered, stopping abruptly when the canal threatened to squeeze him into oblivion. "Breathe!! Come on, babe, breathe!"

Doing as he was told, Hutch found that the initial pain wasn't nearly as bad as he was expecting, and seemed to melt as he grinned and relaxed totally.

Starsky almost sighed as the pressure was taken off his dick, not pausing to marvel at the near total submission of his blond, he continued to push onward until, in record time, he was completely sheathed. "Oh, God!! I'm in you! You’re mine!!"

"All for you, hon." Hutch gasped surprised that although it hurt like hell, the delightful sensations as his prostrate was pressed against his partner caused the pain to be merely a nuisance and he found himself again rock hard. "Go, Starsk! Come on, really make me yours!!"

Tears were spilling from the indigo eyes as he began to thrust, pulling at first slowly and then in a short time turning himself into a human piston, reaching over, he again took the large cock, only this time with his hand and began to pump in time to his thrusts, both men screaming each other's names as they came together.

Possessions End
Conclusion

It took Starsky a few minutes lying in the dark to remember where he was, once he did, his eyes flew open and rolling to his side he propped himself up on an elbow. Smiling down at the sleeping blond, he reached out with trembling fingers and lightly pushed a stray lock away from a closed lid. "You're all mine now, babe." He leaned over gently touching his lips to a warm cheek. Moving from the bed as quietly as he could he made his way to the living room, glancing back over his shoulder a few times hoping he hadn't awakened his beauty. Sitting on the couch he picked up the phone and quickly punched in the number he knew almost as well as this one.

"Hello?" A sweet little voice piped over the line.

"Hey, sweetheart can I talk to your dad?" Starsky smiled into the receiver.

"Hi, Uncle Starsky! Where's Uncle Hutch?" Rosey quickly asked.

He's your favorite too ain't he darlin'. "Hutch is sleeping, honey, now can you put your father on?"

"This had better be good, Starsky! We're getting ready for Sunday dinner here." Dobey's booming baritone threatened to pop an eardrum.

Starsky pulled the phone away from his ear, wincing as he glanced back at the bedroom, certain that Hutch couldn't possibly sleep through that. "We. I mean, Hutch and me won't be in tomorrow, Cap." He winced again waiting for the explosion. Frowning slightly when he was met by silence. "Ya there, cap?"

"I'm here." He could hear Dobey take a deep breath. "Is he alright?" Concern was now evident in the deep voice.

"He's fine, cap. Well I mean he's..we kinda had a bit of mix up this weekend an' I really think we need a day or so ta really work it all out." Starsky scowled at the thought of their 'little mix up'.

"Fine." Dobey sighed wearily. "Starsky! I want both of you in Wednesday morning. On time for once!" The captain hung up, not in the least curious to know what his detectives had gotten themselves into now as long as they were both safe.

"Thanks, cap." Starsky grinned stupidly into the receiver before hanging up and heading towards the washroom. Shaving and then quickly showering, Starsky was whistling happily as he made his way back to his still sleeping partner. He stood in the entrance gazing down at his blond, the covers had been completely kicked away leaving the long form exposed, the smile vanished as the sharp eyes picked up a discoloration on the pale buttocks. Moving quickly around the bed he turned on the lamp and carried it towards the bare bottom. He felt panic seize his heart seeing the rust colored line that ran from between the cheeks and had dried in a wavering line down a smooth thigh. He gulped seeing a larger puddle had dried on the sheet below. "Aw, Jesus!" He almost knocked the lamp over setting it back on the night stand and jumped back to the bed shaking a lax shoulder. "Hutch! Come on, babe, wake up!"

Surprised Hutch reached for his gun before his eyes were open. "Starsk! What's going on?*"

"Are you alright?" Starsky was on his knees holding the broad shoulders with both hands, his towel slipping from his hips.

"Wha..?!" Hutch looked at his partner, confusion written in the sleep bleary eyes.

"You're bleedin'." Starsky nodded towards the blond's groin. "I think we need ta get ya to the hospital."

Hutch rubbed a hand over his eyes trying to clear them. "I'm what?"

"Bleedin', Hutch, come on let me get ya down ta Memorial." Starsky was now scrambling around trying to spot something to dress his blond in.

Hutch grimaced as he pulled himself to his feet, needing to take a leak desperately. He spotted the stain that had his partner in such a tizzy. "Starsky, relax will you! I'll be right back." He stiffly left the room.

Starsky tossed down the shirt he had found and scurried after his retreating blond. "I don't think ya should be walkin', Hutch."

"Starsky that little stain doesn't mean I'm bleeding to death, you probably tore me a little earlier, that's all." Hutch smiled, all the love he possessed shining at his lover.

"I..I did..I hurt ya!" Starsky's eyes widened in horror.

"Calm down, Gordo. It was my first time remember, from what I understand a little blood isn't that unusual." He reached out to gently stroke the smooth cheek. "I really have to go, Starsk. Do you mind?"

Starsky flushed a little, realizing he was practically pushing his partner into the bathroom and backed up slightly. "You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine. Admittedly sore, but it's a good sore." Hutch smiled nodding his head in reassurance.

"Kay. I'll change the bed." He darted away hoping that Hutch was right and that no major damage had been done, he cursed himself for not being as gentle as he could have.

After relieving himself, Hutch decided that a shave and shower were a necessity, hoping that hot water and a lot of soap would help ease the tightness around his ass.

Starsky sat on the bed staring at the hated stain. "How could ya forget at the most important time that he was a virgin?" He slammed a fist down beside the dried blood, remembering all to clearly how he had rammed into his newest and last lover like there was no tomorrow. He sat staring off into space as he recalled every moment of their first time together as if it was happening all over again.

Hutch still felt too achy to want to sit for long, but after the initial stinging the soap caused he did feel better, climbing out of the tub he was pleased to find that he was no longer moving like a robot and only moved a little slower than normal. Seeing the empty hook on the back of the door, he chuckled remembering where his robe had ended up, and wrapped a towel around his waist before seeing what his predictably unpredictable partner was up to.

"Starsk? You okay buddy?" Hutch was surprised to find his brunette seemingly on another planet.

"Huh!? Uh yeah. 'M fine, babe." Starsky couldn't believe that he had sat unmoving the entire time his blond was in the shower. "I guess I never managed ta change it yet."

"Why don't you make us some coffee or grab a couple of beers, and let me take care of this." Hutch spoke softly sitting beside his lover he took him in his arms. "I love you, Starsk. There's no reason to feel quilty what we shared and will share is better than sex. What we have is love in it's purest form."

"I hurt ya." Starsky melted into the damp warmth of the blond's flesh.

With a heavy sigh Hutch smiled and held his bundle tighter. "I don't remember any pain, babe, just pleasure like I've never known before."

"Ya mean that?" Starsky wiggled away, eyes probing the clear blue ones looking for and not finding any sign of insincerity. In fact, he almost choked up at the blatant adoration sparkling in their depths.

"I mean it." A soft laugh. "I hurt myself a hell of a lot more thinking I'd never have you." Hutch held up his hands.

"Jesus! What did ya do?" Starsky was astounded that he hadn't before noticed the scrapped and bettered knuckles.

"I found out that fighting with ceramic is a no win battle." Hutch grinned meekly.

Starsky began to chuckle. "Dash boards aren't the best opponents either." He held up his own damaged fist.

Hutch took it in both hands and reverently kissed each knuckle. "We're a pretty sorry team, lover."

"We're the best there is, babe." Starsky countered. "How 'bout we go to 'The Pits' for a huge steak with all the fixin's?"

Hutch eyes widened in astonishment. "You ever sleep with Huggy?"

"Long time ago, Hutch. It's in the past, all I wanna think about now is you and me." Starsky nodded biting his lower lip.

"You really want to go there?" Hutch looked away, wondering how for two people that could practically read each others mind they had missed the most important vibes.

Starsky laughed. "I wanna show ya off, an' order anything that beautiful heart of yours desires babe, I have a feelin' that we won't be payin' for it."

"Do you forgive me?" Hutch was now chewing on the inside of his cheek. "For lying to you I mean?"

Starsky pushed him down onto the bed and smothered the decadent lips with his own. After a deeply passionate kiss he pulled back gulping air. "I know ya didn't mean ta lie, Hutch, we both were doin' what we've always done best, protecting each other. Only this time we had it all wrong."

"Can we just stay here and love each other?" Hutch wanted more, the kiss firing him up with a hunger for food only his partner could provide.

"Nope." Starsky smiled down at his blond, knowing that it wouldn't take much for him to cave in and spend the next several hours devouring every inch of the delicious body beneath him. "Huggy said ta me once that a man can have more than one kinda partner." A quick kiss and he bounded to his feet. "I wanna show him that our partnership is all of everything we'll ever need."

"Okay." Hutch held a hand out and received the much needed boost up. "Promise you won't eat so much that you can't let me love you when we get back home."

"I'm not only gonna promise, but I guarantee that sleep is the farthest thing from my mind when it comes ta you." Starsky grinned lasciviously.

Laughing delightedly Hutch added. "We do have to work tomorrow, Gordo."

"Nope. I managed ta scam a couple days off for us while you were catchin' up on your beauty sleep. It's not much of a honeymoon babe, but I promise we'll make it up on our next vacation." Starsky began rummaging through the drawers knowing he had at least half his wardrobe deposited there.

"Honeymoon. That sounds so good." Hutch also began to scan the room for something to put on, his cock swinging ponderously watching the bare backside of his lover. "I think we should eat fast and get back here, I don't know if I have anything loose enough to hide under."

Turning around slowly, Starsky was mesmerized by the semi-erect cock. "Play with yourself Hutch." He whispered backing up and sitting heavily on the bed. "I wanna watch ya get off."

Hutch shyly took himself in hand watching as his lover copied his movements, it wasn't long before he was leaning back against the wall, stroking himself in long fluid motions. Starsky was breathing heavily and began to play with his own balls, as he matched strokes with his blond. Neither set of eyes left the swollen manhood or actions of the other. "Now, Starsk!!!" Hutch began to pump furiously, just as Starsky flung himself back on the bed yelling his own completion.

"Jesus. I don't even havta touch ya." Starsky retrieved his towel and began to wipe himself.

Hutch was swaying from side to side afraid to sit in case he never got up again. "I guess I don't need to worry about busting out of my jeans."

"Don't count on it." Starsky struggled to his feet. "Here, babe, wipe yourself up, I'd do it, but then we'd never get outta here." He tossed the blond the towel.

Sunday night. Huggy's was just full enough for the atmosphere to be warm and cosy. Making their way to a table for two, both of them wanting to avoid the back booths, they seated themselves and looked around wondering where their unscrupulous friend was hiding. Anita was shortly at their side note book in hand. "Coupla t's, baked and some green beans would be nice too." Starsky smiled up at her. "Don't forget the sour cream, ketchup an' a jug a draft."

"You want straws or mugs?" Anita grinned back, eyes raking over the quiet blond.

"Where's Hug?" Starsky ignored her comment.

"He knows you're here. I guess he isn't sure yet if it's safe for him to come out." She smiled winsomely, and made her way back to the bar.

"I don't know if I can sit for very long Starsk." Hutch leaned over the small table.

"Let's get a booth then. At least they're cushioned." Starsky kicked himself for not remembering how tender his love was.

"This is a lot better." Hutch stated as Anita arrived with the beer.

"If you two are gonna be playing table tag can I at least have a game plan?" She set the draught on the table along with two tall glasses.

"We won't move from here on in darlin'" Starsky grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

Huggy made his way through the half empty area. Almost, but not really afraid to approach the duo at the booth near the back."All forgiven?" He slid in, strategically next to Starsky, thinking he wouldn't live to see midnight if he chose the fairer side.

"Game set and match. Hug." Starsky replied smugly.

Huggy felt a little hitch in his heart give as the blond hadn't taken his eyes from the brunette. "Not quite followin' ya, bro'."

"He's mine, Hug. All mine. Man don't need more than one kinda partner." Starsky began to laugh as his blond turned red and Huggy sulked away.

End