{"id":155,"date":"2020-06-08T02:54:27","date_gmt":"2020-06-08T02:54:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/solstice.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2020\/calendar\/?p=155"},"modified":"2020-11-02T20:42:07","modified_gmt":"2020-11-02T20:42:07","slug":"june-8th-fair-game-part-1-just-some-everyday-pillow-talk-by-dandelion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/solstice.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2020\/calendar\/?p=155","title":{"rendered":"June 8th- Fair Game: Part 1 Just Some Everyday Pillow Talk by Dandelion"},"content":{"rendered":"

This stand-alone slash story contains a reference to events from the author’s novel, Unbreakable<\/em><\/a>.<\/strong><\/span> The reference is marked *<\/strong><\/span> for clarity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, you wanna know the real reason we joined the Academy all them years ago?\u201d From the droll eye contact Starsky triggered, he knew his partner would simply humor him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGo ahead,\u201d Hutch replied dryly. \u201cTell me something I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, shit,\u201d Starsky debated him with a snicker, \u201cthat\u2019d take years.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust get to your point, willya?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They lay on the bed in their cabin, far from the noise of city life and its responsibilities, facing each other, and held sleepy eye contact. It was mid-morning, soft light, and the sex had been as satisfying as it had ever been. They\u2019d dozed timelessly afterward, lowering their heart rates, breathing in wordless relaxation, and drying the sweat that had coated their perspiring skin. Only then could their brains resume tasks beyond their primal needs, while the aroma of semen, mixed with cologne, was the only reminder of their previous exertions.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky was then ready for playful banter. \u201cWell, you see, cowboy, the reason we went to the Academy to become police officers wasn\u2019t to help people.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, here we go,\u201d Hutch said with a roll of his eyes. \u201cEnlighten me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe went as cover.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs cover?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTo cover our asses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFrom what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky tugged on the handcuffs that still bound Hutch from his wrist to the center post of the headboard. \u201cWhat we really wanted was to play with these things, like this,\u201d Starsky said matter-of-factly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch leveled a firm look at his partner. \u201cLet me get this straight: we joined the Academy fourteen years ago just so we could, years later, handcuff me to a bed?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt took us a while to figure it out,\u201d Starsky explained, frustrated that Hutch didn\u2019t understand him or appreciate his awkward attempt at rewriting their history\u2014and seemed to mock him, too; the look in those crystal blue eyes was borderline admonishing. \u201cI\u2019m sayin\u2019 that we joined up, not realizing why,\u201d Starsky tried again, \u201cbut it was so we would be partners and get handcuffs without ever having to tell anyone why we wanted them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re saying we joined the Academy, graduated with honors, and became police officers\u2014decorated detectives, mind you\u2014because of some underlying attraction we had to each other, one that would eventually reveal itself and lead us into sex with handcuffs?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, don\u2019t that make sense when you look at it like that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTell me this: how underlying was this attraction? I mean, it took us more than a decade to uncover it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not my fault.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt isn\u2019t anybody\u2019s fault,\u201d Hutch playfully argued, \u201cbut you\u2019re missing my point.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re<\/em> missing my<\/em> point. When we were at the Academy that first day and we made eye contact with each other, remember? Well, we were destined to use handcuffs the way we\u2019re using them now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI see,\u201d Hutch said with an exhale. He\u2019d apparently given up on the argument as if it had already been a waste of time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, don\u2019t you think it\u2019s interesting that we met on the same day and\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe met on the same day? Imagine that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe met on that first day to be police officers and to use handcuffs\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLay it to rest, Starsk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014the way we\u2019re using them now. Don\u2019t you find that… incredible?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. I have determined that your conclusion isn\u2019t credible.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re no fun this morning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut I was earlier, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky laughed, abandoned his resolve to win the debate when he remembered how delicious their sex had been, and gave his partner a closer look: Hutch\u2019s mussed blond hair, still plastered to parts of his forehead from his previous sweat, the smoothness of his nearly unblemished skin, the outline of his muscled arm, that perfect face, blue eyes, soft voice. Could Starsky have found a more attractive lover? Not in a billion lifetimes spread across a million universes. And, despite the tease, he knew Hutch understood the overall gist of his suppositions, and that Hutch appreciated them, entertained them, believed in them to some degree, and that he loved Starsky, too\u2014with all his heart and might.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t thank you enough for letting me take you like this,\u201d Starsky said. It wasn\u2019t often he got to indulge his bondage fantasies; the agreement was that he would \u2018surprise\u2019 Hutch now and again with his desires for that kind of play, and therefore bondage was an occasional treat. On this particular morning, he had bound Hutch to the bed using a handcuff to secure his left wrist, a rope to his right\u2014and not for quick-release, but because he couldn\u2019t find his own handcuffs in the frenzy of his unexpected excitement. He\u2019d untied the rope from Hutch\u2019s right arm that morning so Hutch could masturbate himself to orgasm\u2014while Starsky got off watching him\u2014and then delivered his own ejaculate deep inside the man. \u201cYou really are a pal, Hutch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour pleasure is mine,\u201d Hutch sincerely said, \u201cand whatever makes you happy makes me ecstatic.\u201d He affectionately stroked Starsky\u2019s hair while they gazed into each other\u2019s eyes\u2014and he was no longer dedicated to razzing Starsky.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut you get something out of it, too, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI get the pleasure of your pleasure out of it. You take the intensity up a notch when you have me at your whim.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut, I mean, you get more than that from it, doncha? You\u2019re not doing it just for me, are ya?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI just explained it to you: I enjoy your enjoyment. That\u2019s what I get out of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut that\u2019s all?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t that enough?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you could get enjoyment from my enjoyment even if you weren\u2019t tied up or handcuffed, so why do we bother then?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause it turns you on that little bit extra.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky wasn\u2019t happy with Hutch\u2019s answers. He understood them, but he didn\u2019t like them. They left him feeling selfish and greedy\u2014because there was no way Hutch\u2019s pleasure could match Starsky\u2019s in those experiences, despite how much Hutch reveled in Starsky\u2019s happiness. He tried for a different answer. \u201cDo you get anything sexual out of it? I mean, do you feel like your sex is ratcheted up, besides just because it gets me hornier?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch broke eye contact to examine the questions Starsky had posed; he seemed to understand the specifics Starsky sought and he set out to explore their answers more thoroughly. \u201cYeah, okay,\u201d he finally said, looking back into Starsky\u2019s eyes, \u201cI get more than just your pleasure out of this kind of play.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike what?\u201d Starsky excitedly asked, if as Hutch wouldn\u2019t tell him without his prodding.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor one,\u201d Hutch said, \u201cthere\u2019s this moment, right after you\u2019ve locked the handcuffs to the bed, where I have this thought that anything could happen. You could get struck by a bolt of lightning and I might be left pinned to a headboard with no means of escape, and quite possibly left to die\u2014with you on the bed, dead, beside me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky frowned. \u201cI thought you were gonna be serious.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am<\/em> serious.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019s that a good thing from being cuffed then, hm?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI realize in that moment, as fleeting as it is, just how much I trust you, so much that I would let you put me in a situation in which anything could happen; okay, not a lightning bolt, but maybe a bear breaks in. I trust you that much, Starsk,\u201d he emphasized, continuing to comb Starsky\u2019s hair with his fingers. \u201cI\u2019m reminded, again, that I\u2019ve got someone so special in my life that I\u2019ve consciously allowed him, stark naked, no less, to completely put me off my guard and leave me as defenseless as a newborn kitten.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky was taken aback by the answer\u2014and it made him momentarily emotional and speechless to realize how vulnerable Hutch felt during bondage, but that he overcame his anxieties and fears of helplessness because he trusted Starsky with those personal vulnerabilities, and with his life overall. Those feelings were mutual, although Starsky couldn\u2019t, at least not then, remember when he\u2019d ever said as much to Hutch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, trusting me is an aphrodite?\u201d Starsky asked, returning to his original quest while he savored the feel of Hutch\u2019s warm fingers on his scalp.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAt least an aphrodisiac,\u201d Hutch said, and obviously trying not to laugh. He stopped his stroke and playfully tousled Starsky\u2019s hair. \u201cBut, yeah, trusting you turns me on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess it turns us both on. I mean, the love and trust we have for each other is what got us here in the first place.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTrue.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNobody turns me on more than you do, Hutch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can say the same about myself when it comes to you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut I wish you got something direct out of the handcuffs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThose are<\/em> direct things. You want another one? There\u2019s this: It\u2019s not news to you that I have a hard time taking without giving.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOld news, right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I think I\u2019ve made it clear that I get my pleasure from giving you pleasure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAbundantly. Abundantly clear, I mean.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, when you lock me down,\u201d Hutch said, taking Starsky\u2019s hand in his and holding it to the mattress, \u201cI\u2019m no longer able to please you\u2014not physically, not with my hands, anyway. And, unless you pointedly put your dick in my face, I can\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy dick isn\u2019t pointed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch laughed, despite himself. \u201cI\u2019m saying, unless you make your dick available to me when I\u2019m tied up, I can\u2019t do anything with it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat would be the point.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExactly my<\/em> point.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, so whatever. Go on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExcept with words,\u201d Hutch explained, \u201cI can\u2019t pleasure you\u2014unless you give me the opportunity. I\u2019m left to just… take.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you don\u2019t like taking, by itself, I mean.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRight. But that doesn\u2019t stop you from giving.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAlso the point of tying you up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd also right. So, at first, right after I\u2019ve been hamstrung, I feel… helpless… defenseless… not in control of anything that\u2019s happening around or to me… and, next, I get to a place where I realize all I can do is receive.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you learn to like it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI do,\u201d Hutch admitted, sounding guilty even then, \u201cbut not until I\u2019ve worked through this mental and emotional hurdle to realizing you\u2019ve given me permission, maybe even without knowing it, to just enjoy myself\u2014simply because you want me to\u2014and especially when you\u2019re the one doing all the work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt ain\u2019t work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m saying that I get to benefit a hundred percent from what you do. The only time I get to return any favors is when you shove your dick in my mouth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky flashed his eyebrows. \u201cI do like that part.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, me, too,\u201d Hutch said with a warm smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, in other words, once you get past feeling like a selfish prick, you like that you get to be one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch laughed again. \u201cYeah, you can describe it in those words: that I get to indulge the selfish prick in me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOn a scale of one to ten, how much do you like that feeling?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA hundred.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky pretended to calculate. \u201cThat\u2019s a lot of liking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDoes it make the sex better at all?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch silently pondered the answer for almost a minute before he spoke. \u201cI would say, yes, it makes the sex better, too. I have to give up every compulsion I feel to pleasure you and what I \u2018should\u2019 be giving in return, and instead surrender to the situation. There is no other way for me to go through it except to give in to it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou could hate it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHate it?\u201d Hutch asked with a light laugh. \u201cHate you licking my asshole and my balls? Hate you sucking my dick into a raging hard on? Hate you fucking me in the ass while telling me you\u2019re gonna fuck the cum out of me if it\u2019s the last thing you\u2019ll do? Hate listening to your moans of ecstasy and your dirty talk and your orgasm whimpers and giggles? And all of that without being able to do a damn thing to stop it? What\u2019s to hate?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, when you put it like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They broke up laughing at each other.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat period of resistance I was talking about,\u201d Hutch further explained, \u201cdoesn\u2019t last long. Once I realize I can\u2019t get loose, I\u2019ve learned to get to the Promised Land sooner\u2014especially when we use the handcuffs. I figure I might be able to outmuscle or untie a rope, but the handcuffs, that\u2019s another thing. There\u2019s no arguing with them. So, despite that they can sometimes hurt, they force me into accepting my fate.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want them to hurt you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re made of steel, dummy,\u201d Hutch said in a patronizing voice, \u201cand you\u2019re long gone into Never-Never Land yourself by the time they begin to grind me. At that point, I usually don\u2019t care, either.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to hurt you,\u201d Starsky reiterated, not satisfied with Hutch\u2019s answer. He would have taken the handcuffs off Hutch even then if they weren\u2019t so relaxed and content with just lying on the bed as they were, talking about something they\u2019d never really delved into before. Besides, Starsky liked the look of Hutch on the mattress there with him, holding hands, fully nude, and gazing into each other\u2019s eyes, having sexually spent themselves, while Hutch was still secured to the bed post. Perhaps, if they lazed long enough, he\u2019d get to take Hutch again under those circumstances without having to free the man first. \u201cMaybe we can put that duct tape around your wrist like I did once to make sure you feel no pain,\u201d Starsky suggested.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut then I\u2019d know what was coming,\u201d Hutch countered him. \u201cGetting nailed like this wouldn\u2019t be a surprise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t always have to be a surprise, does it? Do you think you\u2019d resist it if you knew it was coming?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Hutch replied. \u201cMaybe. Maybe not. We can try that sometime.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI like trying new things.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cObviously.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI like the old things, too, don\u2019t get me wrong.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI read you right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you think I get out of tying you up?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAbusing me for all the shit I give you on a daily basis.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBe serious.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAbusing me for all the times I\u2019ve made you feel powerless in this relationship.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cC\u2019mon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAbusing me for the shitty ways I can make you feel, especially those times you don\u2019t deserve it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI never deserve it,\u201d Starsky said, submissively. \u201cI mean, there\u2019s no excuse for abuse. That rhymes,\u201d he said on a lighter note.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe poet in you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut what I\u2019m hearin\u2019, numbnuts, is that you think I get \u2018abusing\u2019 you out of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, is that what you heard? I meant to say you get \u2018deserved payback.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo you think I get revenge out of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch obviously didn\u2019t want to be misread on such a delicate topic, so he clarified. \u201cI think you do get some kind of self-satisfaction for the control it gives you over me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs that a bad thing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I get off on controlling you because…?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a power thing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI get off on the power over you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky had to think. Was that it? Was he power-seeking in those experiences? Granted, he did have the power in such instances; he did get to dictate what they did and how they did it; he did control the narrative and the duration and the timing of their orgasms. But was it only that? \u201cAm I the one, then, to be the selfish prick?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure you know you\u2019re pleasuring me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour hard dick says so.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you get pleasure from giving pleasure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust like you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, the power isn\u2019t despotism, but\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever that is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’m saying that\u2019s what it isn\u2019t. What I am<\/em> saying is that you\u2019re controlling me to make certain that you\u2019re giving as much pleasure as you\u2019re gettin\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI like to tie you up just so I can give you the most pleasure I can?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think so, but you tell me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know. That\u2019s why I\u2019m askin\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, how would I really know, Starsk? I\u2019ve never been the bond-er, only the bond-ee.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. It\u2019s true. I like making you take it. I like thinking you\u2019re taking nothing but pleasure from it, that you\u2019re enjoying yourself to the max because you have to. You\u2019re obviously not hating it or you\u2019d go all soft on me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat makes sense.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPerfect sense?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, perfect sense,\u201d Hutch agreed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou think I can tie you up and fuck the cum out of you because I get off on making you feel good as much as you possibly can?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t that what I just agreed to?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd nothing more, right? You don\u2019t think I\u2019m doing it to get over on you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not trying to get even for anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not on some kind of power trip.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot the bully kind, no.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou can see that I make myself harder by knowing you\u2019re surrendering to nothing but the good I\u2019m making you feel.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I can. Are we beating a dead horse here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t beat a live one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch rolled his eyes again. \u201cYou\u2019re a very sexual animal,\u201d he said in afterthought, warmly squeezing Starsky\u2019s hand. \u201cI mean, we\u2019re all sexual animals, but some of us are more than others, and you\u2019re one of those. It\u2019s one of the things I absolutely adore about you. So I think you\u2019re capable of power-tripping in this way purely for the sexual gratification you give as much as you get. And that<\/em>, my friend, in turn, makes better sex for me, too. You eat me alive, and I love the devouring.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky hadn\u2019t meant to take them where they ended up in that conversation, but once there, he felt compelled to rest his case. \u201cI\u2019m not trying to talk you into anything when I tell you this, Hutch,\u201d he carefully said, \u201cso don\u2019t go gettin\u2019 me wrong, okay? The truth is that maybe you can see now how things would be if we turned these tables.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf I tied you up, you mean?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah\u2014and not that I\u2019m trying to talk you into anything,\u201d Starsky quickly said, before Hutch could go off on a rant about why he\u2019d never reciprocate the experience for them, \u201cbecause, really, I\u2019m not, Hutch. I\u2019m just sayin\u2019 that you might see how you could feel if you were the bond-er\u2014and how I\u2019d get to feel if I was the bond-ee.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch shut his mouth, leveled eye contact, softened his grip of Starsky\u2019s hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not asking you to consider it,\u201d Starsky said decisively, sensing Hutch\u2019s defensive withdrawal. \u201cI know your reasons for not wanting to: I got tied up and raped\u2014*\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRepeatedly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014and you don\u2019t ever want to put me in that memory place\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot even for a second.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014so I get where you\u2019re coming from, Hutch. All I\u2019m saying today… if we ever did that, I mean… is that maybe where I\u2019d be coming from as the bond-ee is someplace you haven\u2019t even thought about before. I mean, maybe I\u2019d like to know how it feels to give in completely to you<\/em>giving me pleasure\u2014and to know, while you\u2019re doing it, that you\u2019re getting to feel that good just from the pleasure you\u2019re making for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch didn\u2019t commit.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou say you trust me,\u201d Starsky reminded him, hoping for some<\/em> reaction\u2014of any kind\u2014besides silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

But still no words, nor any readable expression, from Hutch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe only thing I\u2019m gonna ask of ya is that you trust what I\u2019m telling you here today,\u201d Starsky concluded. \u201cThat\u2019s all.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch finally nodded, subtly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd maybe it\u2019ll help you to know that my feelings about all of this means I\u2019m not having any bad memories when you\u2019re tied up and I\u2019m giving it to you, either.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Hutch said quietly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhich means you can get more immersive in\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cImmersed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014in the good you get out of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo… a hundred and one on the scale for me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take it,\u201d Hutch said lightly, exhaling, as if the conversation had been more difficult for him than it appeared on the surface and he was glad to be done with it. \u201cIn the meantime, do me a favor\u2014and then I\u2019ll make us some breakfast.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet me out of these handcuffs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky laughed when he caught on that Hutch wouldn\u2019t be able to do much of anything while handcuffed to the bed post. He\u2019d secretly hoped they\u2019d lie together long enough to refuel and go another round without having to let Hutch loose in the interim, but Starsky also felt exhausted from their most recent sex and the subsequent conversation that followed it. He reached under Hutch\u2019s pillow, inadvertently jostling his partner\u2019s head more than he intended, and retrieved the handcuffs key. He held it up in front of Hutch\u2019s face to show him why he\u2019d disturbed the man just then. \u201cYour wish is my command,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Only at that moment did they realize the context of Starsky\u2019s actions. Hutch had said earlier that he trusted Starsky like no other, and in all ways possible, because Hutch was helpless, exposed, and defenseless while being held captive to handcuffs locked to a wooden headboard\u2014and not knowing that the key to his freedom had been right there under his pillow all along. No lightning bolt nor intruding bear could have hampered his escape on that particular morning.<\/span><\/p>\n

They busted up laughing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re an idiot,\u201d Hutch eventually said when Starsky inserted the key into the cuff.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re<\/em> the idiot,\u201d Starsky retaliated, unlocking the bracelet, and subsequently allowing Hutch to harmlessly slip from it. \u201cI mean, didn\u2019t you see me put the key under there in the first place?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cApparently, I didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow could you not have known that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess I\u2019d worked past my insecurities by then and was well on my way into the Pleasure Palace to take notice. You didn\u2019t really expect me to be paying attention to every little thing you were doing while my dick was in your hands, did ya?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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