It started with a stolen kiss.
Hutch sat holding Starsky in his arms. Where in
the hell was the ambulance he’d called for? He glanced up at the electronic
clock that flipped the minutes and realized that he’d only called five
minutes ago. Only forty minutes since his phone had rung, dragging him from
his sleep and he heard Starsky’s voice calling for help.
He pulled Starsky towards him. For some reason his buddy had decided on PJs
that night – although Hutch knew that Starsky preferred to sleep naked.
It’s as if he knew something was going to happen .
Hutch pulled himself together telling himself that Starsky might sometimes seem
to sense things that he didn’t, but this would have been stretching it.
Starsky’s body was warm and firm in his arms
and Hutch looked down in admiration at the tanned muscular abdomen. He touched
the silky chest hair and felt Starsky shiver slightly.
“It’s OK, I’m here.”
“Scared…”
“I know; me too.”
Starsky began to weep quietly. “I don’t want to die, Hutch. I’m
not ready yet.”
Hutch pulled Starsky up against his own chest and hugged him closer. “You’re
not going to die.”
“He said ‘twenty four hours’; that’s all I’ve
got.”
“Ssh.”
And then it happened. Hutch pulled Starsky towards him and kissed him gently
on the mouth.
He pulled back. Christ, he’ll kill me for that.
“That was nice, do it again.”
Hutch looked down at Starsky. He was smiling and
making a feeble attempt to raise his arms up to embrace Hutch. Hutch bent forward
again and their mouths met, this time Starsky parted his lips slightly and Hutch
allowed his tongue to dart in between the strong teeth. He felt a frisson of
pleasure as Starsky’s tongue returned the compliment.
Hutch continued to cradle Starsky in his arms. He kissed him on the nape of
the neck and then nuzzled gently in the curls behind Starsky’s ear. Starsky’s
hand found Hutch’s crotch. Hutch pulled him up for another kiss and noticed
the erection that was protruding from Starsky’s PJ pants. He was about
to put his hand into the soft cotton and caress Starsky’s hard cock when
they heard the sirens as the ambulance came into the street.
Hutch helped Starsky back onto the bed and leaned over for one more lingering kiss before going to open the door. He glanced back at the bed and was relieved to see that Starsky’s erection was deflating fast.
“He’s in the bedroom. Some nut got in and gave him a shot, told him it was poison. Get him out of here and to the hospital.”