It had been over two weeks since Hutch had last seen Starsky and he was getting increasingly antsy. He woke more nights than not in a cold sweat, his heart racing, convinced that something terrible had happened to his curly-headed partner.
Starsky had been working undercover to infiltrate a particularly sadistic heroin-dealing gang that had offed two cops and strung out another, and Hutch had been given strict instructions by him to stay the hell away from the whole operation.
Dobey had agreed with Starsky and assigned Hutch to desk duty to help with aspects of the case that could benefit from his meticulous research and detective work, particularly with computer printouts.
Starsky was holed up in a sleazy motel downtown and his only contact with the department was from a payphone on West 8th Street where he would call the Pits every night at 10pm and ask to speak with Diane, who would relay the news of the phone call to Huggy.
Then Huggy would call Captain Dobey at home, and Dobey would call Hutch to let him know his partner was still alive.
It was a convoluted strategy, but it ensured that no one would be able to trace Starsky back to Hutch or the BCPD.
On the 17th day of Starsky’s undercover effort, the temperature in Bay City climbed to a stifling 96 degrees and the humidity rose uncomfortably along with it. The whirs of dozens of personal fans in the squad room did little to quell the oppressive heat, and by the time Hutch returned home from a day spent in the sweltering building, he was sweating profusely.
As Hutch walked into the apartment and headed towards the bedroom, shirt buttons partially undone, he reflexively brushed the fingers of his right hand against his bare chest, a move he practiced often, much to the delight of his partner.
But on this day, his partner was not there to see it.
He stood next to the bed and slowly finished unbuttoning his shirt, peeling it from his sweat-soaked skin. Then he unzipped his pants and dropped them around his ankles. Finally, he pulled down his underwear and walked naked towards the bathroom.
He turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature of the water to as cold as he could stand it, then closed his eyes as the cooling spray hit his face and chest. He took the soap and began to run the frothy lather across his upper body and under his arms.
Next, he washed his legs and feet, leaving his nether regions for last. As he applied the lather to his limp cock, his thoughts naturally turned to Starsky and he felt himself harden as he listened to the soothing sounds of the water. Without thinking, he began to grip his cock tightly and pump his hand up and down, closing his eyes and imagining it was Starsky’s hand that was stimulating him; his partner who…
Shit! Immediately he went soft as he thought about how Starsky was still in danger and would continue to be as long as he remained undercover.
Please babe, come home safe, he murmured, rinsing off quickly and stepping out of the shower.
With a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, Hutch walked towards the bedroom, casually dropping the wet towel onto the floor. Just at that moment, he heard the front door close firmly shut. He whirled around in a panic, bracing himself to confront an intruder.
The intruder stood in the middle of the living room, grinning crookedly, dark blue eyes transfixed on Hutch’s naked body, which was still dripping from the shower.
“Miss me?”
“What are you doing here? You’re risking your cover getting blown.”
Starsky approached and pressed his fully clothed body against Hutch’s naked one, slipping his arms around Hutch’s waist. “I certainly hope somethin’s gonna get blown tonight.”
“Starsk, it’s not safe for you…”
“Relax, it’s over. It seems I got to Metro just after you left. Told Dobey I’d write up the report tomorrow. Anyway, Collins is dead. A bullet between the eyes’ll do that to a man. And we finally got Williams to roll over on Fisk. And speakin’ of rollin’ over on someone….” Starsky grabbed a few tendrils of wet hair from the back of Hutch’s head and pulled him close, pressing his mouth against Hutch’s mouth as their tongues began to lap each other greedily.
Starsky pressed his groin against his partner’s naked cock, which immediately hardened from the friction of the tight low-slung jeans. Then he pushed Hutch down on the bed and began to run his hands along his lover’s naked body, kissing the nape of his neck, his shoulder, and his collarbone. Intrigued by the scent of the freshly-cleansed skin, he lifted up Hutch’s arm and kissed him gently underneath, knowing his partner was sensitive there.
As he worked his way down his blond beauty’s sinewy body, his partner relaxed almost to the point of seeming to meditate, but Starsky knew that Hutch was concentrating on savoring every touch, every feel.
When he took Hutch’s rock hard cock in his hand, his partner made a deep guttural sound, a wordless expression of pent up longing and profound desire.
Before Hutch got too close to climaxing, Starsky stood up, unzipped his pants, removed his clothes, and lay next to him on the bed, pressing his head against Hutch’s head and pulling him close so he could feel every inch of his partner’s still damp body against his own.
“I missed you, babe. It was torture sleepin’ in that seedy motel room every night without you.”
“Missed you too,” Hutch purred. “Just glad you’re home safe. Do me a favor?”
“Anything for you, Blondie,” Starsky murmured seductively into Hutch’s ear.
Hutch grabbed a handful of Starsky’s curls. “Don’t ever leave me again,” he said thickly, kissing him deeply and looking into Starsky’s eyes with a deadly serious expression on his face.
Starsky placed his hand against Hutch’s cheek and caressed the wet hair, twisting his fingers in the baby fine strands. “I will never leave you, Hutch,” he moaned as his tongue found Hutch’s mouth and they writhed together on the bed, desperately pressing their bodies against each other as they made up for lost time.
Despite the cooling shower, Hutch began sweating again from the heat of their passionate embrace, his skin turning slick once more as it rubbed against Starsky’s sweat-soaked body. It didn’t take much for them both to climax, almost simultaneously, as they held each other close while they kissed madly, gasping for breath, and grabbed hold of each’s other’s cocks, thrashing their bodies together fervently on the now sweat-soaked sheets.
Starsky opened the greenhouse windows to let in the breeze and climbed into bed next to Hutch, kissing him gently on his temple. Despite the sun setting hours ago, it was still stifling hot in the apartment and they pushed the unwanted blankets down towards the end of the bed. Being too hot to lay in each other’s arms, they instead held hands lightly as they drifted off to sleep.
Sometime in the early hours of the morning, Starsky awoke to the feeling of a full bladder, and after relieving himself in the john, sleepily returned to the bed. A welcome cold front had moved in overnight, and there was a chill in the air. He debated closing the windows but decided against it.
Instead, he pulled the covers up until he and Hutch were softly enveloped beneath them and snuggled closely against his peacefully sleeping partner. It was like being inside a safe cocoon and, yawning contentedly, he nestled his head against Hutch’s neck, enjoying the pleasant juxtaposition of the cold air caressing his face with the comforting warmth of their naked bodies pressed together under the blankets.
Daisy Morgan, this is a really good story! I loved it! I love how worried Hutch is about Starsky alone, undercover. But their reunion was so hot, and steamy, and full of love. You definitely have a eye for detail, as I could just picture everything perfectly.
Thank you and thanks for noticing all the details, I love including them in my stories.
I love the image of a safe cocoon, that is just so beautiful.
Thank you for this wonderful heart warming story!
Thank you!
Very hot, D_M, and I don’t mean just the descriptions of Bay City’s heat wave, which were exceedingly well done. Yeah, Hutch not being allowed anywhere near Starsky’s undercover gig would have made for a very tense and anxious time; nicely detailed, by the way. And the homecoming? Well, words fail me. It’ll be 106 here in Tucson today so I really didn’t need to have my internal temp raised but now that it has been, I’ll have to go work the puzzle I made out of Mortmere’s artwork in order to cool myself down. THANK YOU.
Thanks, Pat! I appreciate your comment. Sorry about the heat (in the story and in Tucson, holy moly 106 degrees in insane. Here in New York it was 80s yesterday but only 70s today).
Cooling down with Mortmere’s artwork sounds like a great idea and I can totally picture that cool, refreshing pool right now.
Can I just say, Admins, that the face sun dude with the sunglasses is badass, LOL. Positioned where he is just after the sex scene, it made me think he had witnessed the whole thing and is trying hard to keep a neutral expression on his face. He’s a much better separator than the dashes I used. ?
Ohhhhhh…sizzling!!
The payoff was worth the wait for Hutch!
Their love-making may get hot and fast, but underneath is a wealth of love! And you write that so very well! Thank you, Daisy Morgan, for this sweet gift! KUDOS
You’re welcome!
Make way! Hot story coming (snicker) through!
I will say as sexy as this is, the tag is the best part. So sweet!
Thank you, Daisy.
Thank you!
Yes, yes, yes. Hot in so many ways. Perfect timing on Starsky’s part. Who wouldn’t want to walk in on a dripping wet, naked, Hutch. Not me for sure ?. Loved it. Thank you for a wonderful good night story.
Thank you!
“Miss me?” I can see that moment perfectly – Hutch pining for his partner, and worrying for his safety, only to be startled by the very man – as if he’d conjured him!
I’m glad all is well; I don’t like one of the boys being undercover without the other.
Happy Solstice – thanks for the gift!
You’re welcome, happy solstice!
Mmmm… The sort of lovely short, hot fic which you can read through once, then close your eyes and imagine it all in full color, again and again. Thank you for a perfect Sunday afternoon daydream!
you’re welcome!
Loved this beautiful story and its sweet and happy ending -“I will never leave you, Hutch” 😉
Thank you for those vivid and super hot images of the boys sweating and trying very hard to sweat more… and more
thank you!
Excellent!
glad you liked it!
Mmm, under the covers or out of them, these boys are hawt! A cold shower sounds great right about now 😉 Thanks so much, DM!
thank you!
Well, that was hot in more ways than one! Now I need a cold shower or cold front! Thanks!
LOL, you’re welcome!
Hutch’s worry for Starsy, their long separation, and the heatwave all built up some delicious anticipation, and the payoff was fantastic! What a hot story! Also, I know it was a small detail but I liked Starsky’s method for communicating while undercover. And that Hutch’s affinity for computer printouts is being utilized. 😉
Thanks Monica!
What a hot and loving reunion beautifully written. Thanks for a sweet read.
you’re welcome
We had all kinds of angst going on. Starsky’s long undercover work leaving Hutch abandoned and with worry. The best was the reunion. So loving and sweet.
Thanks, glad you liked it
Sexy and hot (lol). Poor Hutch, imagining bad things happening to Starsky, and desperate to have him return. What a surprise that he shows up when Hutch is nekkid! heehee. High humidity is very unusual in Southern California, although it does occasionally happen.
Thanks!
‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder.’ And apparently other body parts as well. Nice story, Daisy!
Thank you!