Starsky was sitting up in bed waiting impatiently for Hutch come and help him take a bath.
It had taken two days to talk the doctors into accepting that Hutch was capable of changing the dressings. At least they’d taken the catheter out! But there were all kinds of unexpected problems to deal with.

In the hospital they’d given him blanket baths; but Hutch had made such a clumsy job of it that the mattress was soaked and Starsky had to spend the night at Hutch’s place while it dried out. They had tried to get Starsky into the shower – but the doctors had told him that he must not get the stitches wet. Hutch thought he had the answer. He went to the local drugstore and bought a supply of Saran-wrap. Starsky eyed the purchase suspiciously.
“Remember when I had that hand injury, Starsky?”
“Yeah.” There was a question in the way Starsky answered.
I wrapped the hand in a plastic sack and then sealed it at the wrist with Saran-wrap.”
“And?”
“And so I figured that if we covered the bandages with this stuff and you sit in the tub…”
“I like the sound of that.” The lopsided grin reappeared for the first time in days.

Hutch carefully opened the long narrow carton and started to unwind the thin plastic film. Starsky grinned and stood obediently in front of him.
Hutch glanced down and gave his partner’s well-built body an appreciative smile. Starsky’s skin seemed even darker and the curls that peeked out around the bandaging were a prelude to the dark stripe that ran down beyond his navel to the bush that had little chance of hiding his genitals. The bandage was still clean and bright white against the dark skin.
Hutch placed the edge of the wrap against Starsky’s chest overlapping the bandage so that it would form a seal to prevent any water leaking in by accident. “Put your hand on it for me Starsk.”

Starsky responded and Hutch grinned. “Not there dummy; on the saran-wrap.”

“Oh sorry.” Starsky said his eyes lowered as if in contrition. His long eyelashes made him look like a Botticelli beauty; he raised his hand and put it where Hutch had told him too. Hutch passed the roll around Starsky’s torso and overlapped it two or three times before allowing Starsky to release his hold.

“Hey buddy this isn’t as easy as it looks. You want to give me a little help?”
Starsky opened his eyes wide. “Such as?”
“Well if I hold the wrap taut you could kind of wrap yourself up.”
Starsky thought for a second and then started to rotate slowly in front of his partner. Hutch struggled to hold the film taut so that there would be no wrinkles in the strange package they were making together. It was a struggle to keep calm. As Starsky rotated Hutch had successive fleeting glimpses of his taut round buttocks or his flat belly and the delights below. Finally the film layers were at the bottom edge of the bandage. Hutch hesitated before handing the roll to Starsky. “Hold that while I go get some scissors to cut this thing.”

Starsky stood still holding the thin remains of the roll of film in front of him like a magic wand. Hutch returned and cut the film about six inches from the last layer of wrapping.
He seemed perplexed.
“What’s the problem?”
“I was wondering how to attach it.”
“Attach it?” Starsky’s voice was husky and amused.
“Yea, you know; how am I going to tie it off?”
“Tie it off?” One eyebrow arched and Hutch could sense that trouble was brewing.
“Yes, you know. With a bandage they find a way to tie the ends securely. But I can’t tie this properly around you. I need something to fix it to.”
“Oh you mean like a point of attachment.”
“Yes.”
“Something rigid?”
Now Hutch knew there was trouble brewing. “Don’t be ridiculous Starsk!”
“It was worth it just to see your face. Lookit, just leave it wrapped on the top and it should be OK. I’m not planning on lying down in the water anyway.”

Hutch led Starsky to the bathroom. He tested the water with his hand and Starsky grinned.
“You should test it properly – don’t want it to be too hot.”
Hutch shot him a ‘shut up’ look and again Starsky lowered his eyes in apology.
Hutch helped him to climb into the tub and Starsky sat down carefully. Hutch dipped the sponge into the water and loaded it with soap. He started to wash Starsky gently, like a mother washing her baby. Starsky joined in the fun. He raised each arm obediently. When Hutch had finished above the bandage he told Starsky to stand up.
Starsky rose from the tub like a parody of Venus rising from her shell. Again Hutch had visions of Botticelli angels as he found himself confronted full face by Starsky’s second set of curls.
“You want to do this for yourself?”
The eyelashes fluttered. “No, It’s more fun when you do it.”
Hutch loaded the sponge again and turned Starsky around. He started soaping the dark muscular mounds and then began to work down the strong thighs and legs; He dropped the sponge in the water and traced the scars on Starsky’s legs with his fingers. Then he reached up to hold Starsky’s butt and turn him around again. He started to soap Starsky’s balls and crotch but he dropped the sponge and whispered
“I can’t help it Starsk…”
Hutch was kneeling by the bathtub. Starsky tapped him on the head. “Hey be careful or I’ll slip and get my body all wet.”
Hutch stood up and grabbed a big bath sheet. He held Starsky’s hand as the darker man stepped delicately out of the tub like a debutante leaving her first limo.
Hutch enveloped Starsky in the towel and pulled him close.
“Ow!”
“Sorry.”
Starsky pulled away and started to dry himself. He stood with his back to his partner and lowered the towel as he worked down his body. Hutch was treated to yet another slow revelation of Starsky’s heavenly body.
Starsky stepped towards him.
“Time to undo the gift wrap.”

Hutch detached the end of the saran and started to unwind it. Starsky rotated again, slowly unwrapping himself from his waterproof covering.
“I should change your dressing.”
“Later.” He took Hutch’s face between his long sensitive fingers and pulled his mouth to meet his own. He caught Hutch’s lower lip between his teeth and nipped gently. Hutch groaned.
Starsky sucked the throbbing lip for a few more seconds and Hutch could feel his rebellious cock straining against his jeans. Starsky had the unfair advantage of being naked except for his dressing. He kissed Hutch deep and strong.
“You wanna play doctors and nurses?”

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