“Hey Starsk are you hungry?”
“No!”
Hutch shook his head in disbelief; it was three thirty in the afternoon and they’d been at work since eight a.m. without having had the chance of a break. Starsky should be ravenous by now.
“Huh?”
“Of course I hungry dummy; didn’t your momma ever tell you if you ask a silly question you get a silly answer?”
Hutch laughed. “Chinese take out at your place or mine?”
“Second dumb-ass question – what are you going for a record or what?”
“Which was the stupid question this time?”
“You never have any chop sticks or decent soy sauce at your place.”
Hutch said nothing but turned the key in the ignition and waited for his battered old car to choke into life. It took three tries but in the end the motor caught and he turned out of the alley where they’d been staking out a suspected running poker game and headed for their favorite Chinese restaurant.
Starsky sighed.
“Now what?”
“Wow you really are in competition with yourself today aren’t ya?”
Hutch rolled his eyes and threw an exasperated look at his partner. Starsky slid down in the seat a little as if he was trying to hide and grinned. “It’s this scratty heap of yours…”
“My what? Scratty? What kind of word is ‘scratty’?”
“Scruffy and tatty and that’s just for starters.”
“Yea well it got us to work today didn’t it?”
“Woooo! Can’t wait to get below the belt I see!”

Starsky grinned wickedly at his partner and grabbed his thigh just a little higher than was comfortable for someone who was trying to steer his way through the city traffic. Hutch drew a breath and Starsky chuckled.
The crack was justified though. The Torino had been having hiccups for the last couple of days and Starsky had finally decided to take it to Merle to be checked out. Hutch ran the scene through his head. Anyone would think Starsky was taking his only child to the pediatrician’s the fuss he was making.
“I don’t get it Merle; I checked out the lines and the plugs and….”, he reeled off a whole lot of components that Hutch had never heard of let alone know what their function was under the Candy Apple red hood. They had driven away in Hutch’s battered LTD and Starsky threw one last mournful look at his car with its hood up and a few pieces of engine neatly arranged on the ground beside it.

Hutch knew better than to rub it in. Separated from his beloved car for more than twenty four hours and Starsky got decidedly cranky – and add to that the fact that he hadn’t eaten all day was enough to make him positively explosive. Hutch continued to steer towards Lee Ho Min’s.
“Stop!”
“Now what?”
“Where are we going?”
“Lee’s where else?”
“No, let’s got to that new place down by the pier. I hear they do amazing things with water chestnuts and chili.”
Hutch didn’t want to admit it but he liked the sound of that so he checked his mirror and went for a full one hundred eighty degree turn. He hit the curb and had to back a little to get the car back on route. The fanfare from behind made Starsky turn up his collar and slide even further down in the seat.

They ended up eating a pizza. Starsky tore of hunks of the gooey cheesy mess and fed them to Hutch as he drove. As they went up to the house that looked like it had been built in a tree Starsky laid down the night’s ground rules.
“You are allowed twenty questions. I only answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’. If the answer is ‘yes’ you get to make the move….if it’s ‘no’ I do!”
Hutch paused. “How do I know you won’t always say ‘no’?” Starsky gave him a wide-eyed look of mock innocence. “Have you ever known me to lie to you?”
“No; but…”
“But what, Blondie? Oh I get it. You’re worried about asking a dumb question, right?”
Hutch smiled sheepishly. He was taking off his jacket and he shook his head. “I guess so, yes.”
“You’ll know when you do; don’t worry.”

Hutch followed him to the bedroom. Starsky had already taken off his jacket and holster and hung them on the coat-stand; Hutch had put his neatly beside them.
Starsky was sitting on the bed hauling off his trainers. He examined a red-socked foot carefully and sighed. His toe was showing through a hole; he pushed the toe right through the damaged wool and managed to make the movement slightly obscene. He grinned up at Hutch. “Well don’t just stand there; take your clothes off!”
Hutch undressed and folded his clothes onto the chair by his side of the bed.
“Starsky?”
“Yeah?”
“Have we started the game yet?”

Starsky paused for a second before grinning his lop-sided grin that brought Hutch’s heart into his mouth. “Uh let me see now.” He slipped off his underpants and stood before Hutch in his full glory. Hutch looked at the finely muscled torso and the dark hair that covered Starsky’s chest – just allowing a tantalizing glimpse of his nipples. Hutch couldn’t stop his eyes from following the dark line down below Starsky’s neat navel and on to join his pubic hair. Starsky’s cock was hardening under Hutch’s gaze.

Starsky grinned and said“Yes.”

Hutch sat on the edge of the bed and took Starsky’s cock in his hand. He could feel it beginning to pulse as the blood rushed into veins and arteries and Starsky’s hormones kicked in. Slowly; very slowly he started to stroke the silky skin. His finger found the sensitive tip and he caressed it carefully. Starsky moaned slightly and put his hands on Hutch’s shoulders in order to keep his balance. Hutch continued to work his hand gently up and down his partner’s lengthening shaft.
A droplet formed at the tip and Hutch scooped it up with his thumb. He looked Starsky in the eye and said “I can do it too you know.” He slipped the tip of his thumb into his mouth and licked it slowly in an almost perfect imitation of his partner’s familiar lewd gesture. Starsky pursed his lips and pretended to blow Hutch a kiss.
Hutch continued stroking until Starsky was fully aroused.
“Ready?” he asked forgetting for a moment the rules of Starsky’s new game.

“No.”

Hutch waited. He should have known better. Starsky released his grip on his friend’s shoulders. “Let go,” he said softly. Hutch released his gentle grasp. He waited. Hutch knew that he was lost. Starsky’s ability to keep things going for what seemed like an eternity was Hutch’s pleasure and his pain. His partner knew how to lead him on and then let him down over and over until he was helpless and ready to do whatever Starsky asked him just to get the release of his orgasm and to savor the delights of the darker man’s body. “Truth is,” he thought, “Starsky is a perfect cock tease!”

Starsky sat beside him and took his face in his hands. As usual Hutch marveled at how light his grip was although he knew that it would be impossible to escape. Starsky lowered his face and their lips touched in an explosion of tiny sparks that went running down Hutch’s spine. He was lost. Starsky sucked gently at Hutch’s lips before forcing his teeth apart with his tongue and thrusting it into Hutch’s open throat; then pulled back to kiss his lips again. He kept his lips locked to Hutch’s and waited. Hutch’s tongue soon found the ridge behind Starsky’s upper teeth and then ran along the roof of his mouth. Starsky allowed him a few more seconds before pulling his face away and staring into Hutch’s eyes. He didn’t need to speak. Their communication lines were wide open. Hutch knew what he had to do next. He lay back on the bed and parted his thighs slightly. Starsky’s dark curls contrasted against the golden pelt at Hutch’s crotch as he sought out his goal. He took one of Hutch’s balls in his mouth, rolling it like a big plum while applying his hand to the other one. He sucked carefully before releasing it and moving on to Hutch’s cock. He didn’t take it in his mouth but started to lick it carefully. “My favorite flavor…Blintz!” he mumbled. Hutch was losing it fast. He was hard and ready and he knew that Starsky wasn’t going to allow him the easy way out. It was getting too much for him. Either Starsky was going to take him into his mouth and open his throat to take the full flow; or he was going to play Hutch like a trout and then throw him back into the river. In his state of panicky arousal he made his next mistake.
“Can I come now?”

He felt Starsky’s mouth withdraw from its warm embrace and knew he had fallen into the trap yet again. Starsky turned his deep blue eyes up to Hutch and shook his head smiling.

“No!”

Hutch felt his erection subside and he sighed with relief for the temporary reprieve.
Starsky stood up and leaned over Hutch. “Turn over.”
Hutch turned to bury his face in the pillows as Starsky gently parted his legs. Starsky must have grabbed the gel tube as Hutch was turning over. He felt the cool lubricant between his buttocks and then Starsky went to work. He ran his finger along the deep crack and Hutch could feel his hit breath on the back of his neck; he let out a sharp hiss as Starsky ran his finger tip gently around the edge of his slowly awakening anus. This was the sweetest torture and his partner was an expert at it. The finger continued its circles and Starsky started to chant. “Round and round the garden…” Hutch groaned into the pillows. Starsky was the only person he had ever met who could make a childhood song obscene. The finger stopped and Hutch waited. And waited. He allowed his ass to relax ready for the intrusion that he was ready to beg for; but nothing happened. Starsky had done it to him again.
“Starsky; are you still there?”

A moment of silence told Hutch that his partner was weighing the consequences of each possible answer. The moment lasted an eternity.

And then Starsky whispered in his ear, “yes.”

Hutch lifted his head for the pillows and considered his options as well as his state of arousal and desperate need would allow. He could either ask Starsky to finish what he had started; or he could visit his favorite rose-garden. He propped himself on his elbow and found himself drowning in those deep sea-blue eyes. Starsky raised an eyebrow slightly. Hutch reached for the lubricant and turned his partner to his side. He arranged a pillow under Starsky’s hips to prevent his lover from being stiff-backed in the morning. Starsky’s war injuries made it hard for him to lie flat face down for any length of time and Hutch was hoping to be able to take his time.
Hutch applied the gel and took another look at Starsky’s round muscular butt. He lay against the strong back and followed his ritual of gently kissing each of the scars that marked the misadventures of their years together. He lowered his pelvis and inched his cock between Starsky’s buttocks seeking out the tight sphincter that would open at his touch. He moved carefully; even after all their years of lovemaking Starsky was hesitant and Hutch scared of hurting him. He pushed carefully and felt the puckered rosebud begin to flower for him. He slipped in and pushed again carefully. Starsky moved slightly and moaned. Hutch pumped inside the dark tunnel and was close to his orgasm when he allowed his concern for Starsky to cloud his judgment.

“Is that good?”
“No!”

Hutch was too far gone but somehow Starsky managed to pull himself away and once again he had Hutch at his mercy. He grabbed Hutch’s deflating cock and gave it a friendly shake.
“On – or should I say in the other hand…
…Yes.”

Hutch couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Starsky rolled over again. “Go on Blondie, you earned it.”
Hutch reentered the gates of paradise and soon he could feel the hard button of Starsky’s prostate gland the other side of the flesh barrier. He pushed one more time. Starsky was already writhing beneath him and he lifted his head to watch his breath and let out a whoop of pleasure as they came one slightly behind the other.
Hutch collapsed against Starsky’s back and not for the first time marveled at the silkiness of his partner’s skin. He kissed the back of Starsky’s neck just below the curls that grew at the nape. “Thank you.”
Starsky rolled out from under him and smiled. “Now you know.”
“Now I know what?”
“What happens if you ask a dumb question!”
Hutch was till trying to find an answer to that when he heard a quiet snore…Starsky was fast asleep.

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