June 17th- Summer Lovin’ by Stargirl666

Hutch was sitting in the greenhouse, sipping juice, and reading the morning paper. It was early. He planned on sleeping in today, but sleep did not come easy. The thoughts over the past few weeks kept him up, thoughts that were on his mind for a while now. They haunted his dreams, and they crept into his daily life. He put the paper down, and sat back. Closing his eyes, he thought about the dream he had had just had a couple of nights ago, and many nights before that. A forbidden dream about something that he wants but can’t have.

The sun was just setting on the beach. He was sitting on a blanket, drinking a beer. He glanced over at the body next to him, face down, sleeping. He ran his hand up and down the bare back, and continued to go further down to the skimpy covering on the glistening round cheeks peeking out below it. He rubbed them, and squeezed gently.  

Hearing a soft moan, and feeling the warm globes push up into his hand, made him smile. He pushed aside the fabric, and explored between the beautiful ass cheeks. He found what he was looking for, and pushed into the tight portal. The moan was louder, and he was greeted with more pushing, which made his fingers go deeper.

He pulled out, and turned over on his side, kissing and loving the body next to him. It was then he saw the curly head turn, and look up at him. He smiled, and pulled the loving body close, and kissed that wonderful mouth. He pulled away slightly…

The phone startled him out of his thoughts. He walked over and picked up the receiver. “This is Hutch. Yeah, I was getting ready now. Sure, see you in few. I got it, partner, loaded and ready. All we have to do is get the ice to put in it. Alright, see you in a little bit.” He hung up the phone, and stood with his hand on it for a few seconds. Taking a deep breath, he walked to his room.

You would think this long weekend was what he needed for him to regroup and get his mind straight. It would happen, if the dreams and thoughts were not about his partner, David Starsky. He finished getting ready, and had everything by the door they would need for the day. He sat on the couch, and waited, his thoughts going back to the dream.

“Babe, you’re too tempting. I had to kiss you.”

“Then kiss me, and love me. I’m always here for you…“

His partner started to kiss him with more urgency. He could feel the lips moving down his body, and his trunks being pulled away. He felt the hot heat on him…

He heard Starsky’s car pull up. He got up and went to the bathroom, closing the door. Looking down, he realized he had a hard on. He cupped his hand over his bulge, and took a deep shaky breath.

Hutchinson, you need to snap out of this! You’re not some giddy teenager.

Not knowing how to face his partner, he decided to take care of his little problem. He took his cock out, closed his eyes, and gripped it.

He could hear the front door open, and his partner calling him. “Hutch? I’m here!”

“Uh… yeah, I’ll be right out. Why don’t you take the stuff to the car?”

“’Kay”

Hutch took a deep breath, and looked down. He was slowly pumping his sensitive cock. Even though there was a need to hurry, he found he couldn’t. He slowly gripped and pulled up and down, watching every movement his hand was making. Imagining Starsky’s hand doing the same thing, even seeing the rings on his pinky. The thought was so real that it didn’t take him long before he orgasmed. Holding onto the sink with one hand, he finished himself off with the other.

The knock on the bathroom door startled him.

“Hey, you okay?” Starsky asked in a concerned voice. “You sure you’re okay to go out today? You haven’t been acting like yourself lately.”

“I’m fine, Starsk.” Hutch opened the door. “Nothing a little sun and surf won’t cure.” Smiling at that beautiful face he thought about day and night, he wanted to take him right there.

“You sure? You look a bit… flushed.”

“I’m fine, really.” He moved to the other room, gathering some towels he had set aside. He jumped when he felt Starsky’s strong hand touch his back.

“You don’t seem fine to me. Something wrong? Did something happen?”

“Starsk, what did I say? Nothing is wrong, I feel good, really.”

Then, just like that, Starsky sat down on the couch and crossed his arms.

“What are you doing? We got to go, aren’t you the one who said we have to get there early to get a good spot?” Hutch stood, holding the towels tighter, looking down at his stubborn partner. He knew he was not going to let this rest.

“I ain’t going nowhere until you tell me what’s going on. This will be on your mind all day, and it will be messing with our fun. So… just sit down, blondie, and tell me what is going on.”

Hutch gave in. He sat down next to his partner. He needed to tell him. But how was his friend going to take it? He either will storm out and go think about it–that was his partner’s way of dealing with things sometimes–or maybe he’ll just blow it off as a dream, and they will laugh about it and it will be out in the open. But did he really want that?

“Blondie?”

“Starsk, I don’t want to do this now.”

“Do what?”

“Okay, you want it? I’ll tell you. The past weeks I’ve been having this dream. It’s the same dream, over and over. It starts the same, and ends the same. I think about it all the time.”

Starsky looked at him and touched his arm. “Obviously it’s a bad dream or you would not be upset.”

“Starsk, it’s not a bad dream.” Hutch could not look at him. “It’s a wonderful dream, to me…“

“Okay?” Starsky looked puzzled.

“It just might not be so wonderful to you.” Hutch still looked down.

“Try me.”

“Look, let’s just go…“

“Hutch, you know me by now; I ain’t going nowhere until you tell me. Hey, you can tell me anything, you know that.”

“Alright. It starts out on a beach. I’m sitting there, and someone is lying next to me. The sun is setting, and I start… touching the person next to me. It starts to get… involved.”

“Yeah?” Starsky smiled. “Don’t sound like a bad dream to me.”

Hutch had to smile, “I pull the person close, and kiss them.” He looked his partner in his eyes. “The person in my dream is you.”

Hutch watched his partner’s face. He wanted to look away, but couldn’t. He had to see his reaction. Even if it was bad, he wanted to see his partner’s face.

Starsky sat back. With everything running through his head, being upset was not one of them. He thought very carefully about what he was going to say. Little did his partner realize, since Hutch had nursed him back to health after Gunther ripped his life apart, Starsky’s thoughts were not that far from Hutch’s. But right now, he was thinking. Was Hutch upset about being with another man? Or was he upset thinking that I was going to be mad at him about the dream? He wanted Hutch to be open, so he had to be just as compliant.

“Babe, first, I gotta know something.”

“Anything,” Hutch replied.

“I gotta know if you’re upset that it’s with me?” Starsky met his eyes.

“Would you be upset if I said no?” Hutch did not take his eyes off his partner.

“You know, I never really thanked you for taking care of me when I got shot. You’re always there for me.”

Hutch smiled. “I’ll always be there for you, you know that.”

“Remember when Kathy came into town with her friend? They stopped by Metro asking if we wanted to go out that night?”

“Oh yeah, and they had to leave the next day early.” Hutch nodded. “As always.”

“Well, I said yes, and we went out. You had Kathy; I had Gina. When we got to your place to drop you guys off, we headed back to my place. We no sooner got in the door, before she was stripping and hanging all over me. I tried to get into it, but then she took off my shirt. She saw my chest. After that, she was not so sex craved. In fact, she stopped everything, and called a cab.” He chuckled.

“Aw buddy, you never told me that!” Hutch automatically put his arm around his partner, like always when he needed him. Anger flared in him. Why hadn’t Starsky told him about that?

“Didn’t matter, she wasn’t worth it. I didn’t want to be with her anyway. I actually wanted to come back over here to be with you. I had ordered a pizza, and almost brought it over. But I figured Kathy was still here.”

“You could have come over, you know that.”

“Nah. Anyway, after that night I just felt better being with you. We do everything together. I like talking to you, and you put up with me every day…“

Hutch snorted, “That’s an understatement.”

Starsky smiled. “You see who I am. You know everything about me. I love you, and I like being with you, and doing things with you. When I got home from the hospital and you came into my room that first night and held me close, I never wanted you to let me go. I fell asleep listening to your heart beat. I asked you to do that a lot, and you did. You never once told me no. I always think about that, Hutch.” His eyes went back up to his partner’s, who was looking right at him. “I think about us, too.”

Hutch sighed. “Starsk. I don’t know what to say.”

“Maybe your dream was not that far off. Maybe it’s some kind of… sign or something.”

Smiling, Hutch said, “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna call Madame Yram.”

Starsky laughed. “Not this time.”

“So… Now what?” Hutch looked down, adjusting the towels on his lap, just to have something to do.

“I don’t know. Maybe we need to… consider it.”

“Starsk, at first I was ashamed of the dream, ashamed of myself. Then as I was having it over and over, I thought, this is the most beautiful dream, because it was about you. I thought about us being together. I tried to not think of it when we were at work, but seeing you every day…“

Starsky took his hand.

At first Hutch was startled, but as he held his partner’s hand, and felt his partner’s fingers go between his, everything seemed to change. It felt so… right. Looking over at Starsky and seeing the sweet smile on his lips was enough for him. He didn’t know if it was him or his partner who made the first move, but whoever it was, it didn’t matter. The first kiss was perfect in every way.

Starsky pulled back and smiled. “That felt nice.”

Hutch smiled back. “Yes it did. You made it nice.”

“I feel like it’s my first date.” Starsky snorted. Then he got serious. “Hutch, I don’t know how to do anything…“

“It’s okay, we’ll take it slow. We’ll learn together, like we always do. And another thing. I love your chest and your scars. It reminds me that I have something special and rare, that nobody else has.”

He pulled up Starsky’s shirt. He rubbed the furry chest and bent down, kissing each scar, slowly, and gently. He felt a hand go into his hair and gently massage him. He rubbed his face against Starsky’s chest, and kissed him again. Pulling up, he saw his partner looking at him with a single tear running down his cheek. “Don’t cry.”

He wiped the tear away, and kissed his soon to be lover on his lips, feeling them part. He pushed his tongue past them, and felt his partner’s tongue intermingle with his own. He sucked gently, and pulled away. “God, I love you so much. I never want to lose you, ever.”

Sniffling, Starsky smiled. “You’re stuck with me, for a long time.”

“Why don’t we start this by spending the day getting to know each other all over again?”

“Okay. Hey?”

“Hm?”

“Glad you had that dream, blondie.”

“Me too.”

The day was spent swimming and playing volley ball. They even walked up to the boardwalk and had a late dinner. They spent the late part of the afternoon, into the early evening walking on the beach. The waves were swooshing softly, quietly on the shore, teasing at their feet.

They made their way to where their blanket was and sat down, each taking a beer from the cooler. They chatted about the day’s events, then Starsky stretched out on the blanket with his hands behind his head. Closing his eyes, he listened to the sounds of a guitar in the distance.

“Hey.” He touched Hutch’s back, and rubbed it.

Hutch was also taking in the sounds of the surf and music filtering its way up to them. “Hm?”

“You never told me how that dream ended.”

Hutch smiled. He didn’t say anything.

“Well? How did it end?”

He lay on his side, facing his partner. “Well, I pulled you against me like this.” And he did just that. “Then, I kissed you deeply like this.” He could feel his partner relax and kiss him back. “Then I rubbed my hand down your back like this, and…“

Hutch pushed his hand down into his lover’s shorts. He squeezed his ass cheeks, and ran his fingers down the crack, finding the tight opening. He rubbed against it, hearing his partner gasp and breathe heavier.

He pulled back, looking into his lover’s eyes. “The next part I’m probably going to have to take you home for.” He smiled.

“No… Here, right here.” Starsky pulled him closer.

“Starsk, someone might see.”

“We’re in the dark; we’re up far enough. I want you. I need you right now. Love me. Love me like in your dream.” Starsky was pulling off Hutch’s shirt, and kissing him now. He kissed his chest, and then his stomach. He pulled down the loose fitting pants.

As soon as he did that, Hutch’s cock sprang up.

Taking it into his mouth, Starsky sucked. Thinking of how he liked to have his own sucked, he ran his tongue over the back of his lover’s cock, and then took it all the way in.

Hutch could not believe this was happening. He moaned and pushed up into the hot mouth, grabbing the curly head and running his fingers through his hair. He could not take anymore. He needed to kiss his partner. He tugged at Starsky, motioning for him to come up to where he was.

Starsky felt him tugging on him, and stopped sucking. He climbed back up his lover’s body.

He was pulled on top of Hutch and kissed again.

Feeling Starsky’s cock pushing against his own made Hutch push up and rub against him. He pushed his shorts down, grabbing a hold of Starsky’s firm ass. He pulled Starsky toward him, and they both started to rub their cocks against one another.

Starsky could feel himself building up, and didn’t know how long he was going to last. He wanted it to last forever. The feeling was pure ecstasy.

Hutch felt his lover tense about the same time he felt the orgasm hit him. Hutch rode the spasms until they both lay exhausted against each other.

He felt himself coming back down to earth. Still holding onto Starsky, he kissed his dark head. Hutch smiled. “So, you like the end of the dream?”

Without moving, Starsky replied, “Well, I really didn’t.”

“You didn’t?”

“No.” He raised his head, looking at Hutch. “I didn’t want it to end.”

“Hm, I see.” Hutch smiled. “Well, it’s not gonna end. It’s the beginning. Our beginning.”