Mine

By Linda H.

 

 

Here we go again.   Does he realize what he's doing to me?  He acts so innocent.  Keep it up, Hutch, keep knocking your knee into me, keep your arm flung across my back like this.  Oh sure, unzip your jacket.  Take it off Hutch; take off your jacket and your shirt.  I'm going insane I decide.  I almost drive my car onto the sidewalk.  Hutch grabs the wheel and pulls us back onto the road.  

 

Finally he's had enough, cuz he tells me to pull over.  

 

So, I did.  And I wait.  Not sure what I'm waiting for, but the volcano is about to blow.  I feel my back break out in a sweat.

 

"Starsk, did your bang your head earlier when we got into it with those jerks over at Tony's Bar and Grill?"

 

I know what he's gettin' at.  Maybe I'm concussed, this would explain my erratic driving.  I almost lie to him and answer yes.  Instead I turn around and stare into his eyes.  I want to grab that angelic face of his and plant a wet, sloppy kiss on him.  I've had the urge to do that many times since I met Hutch.  Never would though, afraid of what he might say or do.  What if he never wants to speak to me again? Or what if he reacts and kisses me back?   For some reason, both scenarios scare the hell out of me.

 

So I wimp out and tell Hutch, "sorry, I'll try to drive better" and "don't worry."  I pull back out into traffic.  I click on the radio and start to lose myself in the song that's on.  Almost didn't feel Hutch's hand on my thigh.  Ah, god, does he realize what he's doing to me?  I tense up my muscles and he feels me go rigid.  I laugh to myself, cuz my thigh isn't the only thing that's hard as a rock.

 

"Starsk, babe, come on.  Let's stop all the bullshit." Was Hutch making the first move?  Okay, I could deal with that.  No chance of rejection this way at least.  But I had to be sure.

 

"What do ya mean, Hutch?"  I hear myself ask.  Dead silence.  I hate it when he does that: not answer my question.  My mind starts to think of a million ways this scenario is going to play out.

 

"No more games, Starsk. You know what I mean, what I want".  He rests his hand on my crotch.  

 

I drive to my place.  It's just around the corner anyway.  We jump out of the Torino and go up to my apartment.  Wordlessly we shed our guns and our clothes until we're both buck naked and staring at each other.  We almost burst out laughing at the insanity of it all.  Then he grabs me and plants this kiss on my mouth and I'm lost.  Or am I found?  Either way, some part of

my brain knows there is no turning back now.  

 

I pull my best friend into my bedroom and we both fall on top of the bed.  I know this may sound strange, but all I want right now is to hold him and kiss him and just listen to the sound of his heartbeat.  I need to explore every inch of his body.   I want to crawl inside of him,¦ inside of his head and inside of his body.

 

I feel a sudden protectiveness.  I never want to let him go.  I start to shake and he holds me even tighter and puts his mouth near my ear,  "Shhhh, babe, not lettin' go of you. I mean it." He knew what I needed to hear from him.

 

"I love you," I hear him whisper to me.  His face lights up. He loves me.  He's shown me this in a thousand different ways and now I plan on showing him just how much I love him.  I'm gonna give him everything I have.  We belong to each other. We have for a long time now.

 

So I grab his face and pull him close, "Don't ever leave me, Hutch," and I begin to ravish him, to claim him, to mark him as mine.

 

I'll never let anyone touch Hutch's body the way I'm touching him now.  My sudden need for promises and exclusivity scares the hell out of me.

 

We unite; darkness and light blending.  We take each other places we've never been, never dreamed we could go.  To heights that only a lucky few can climb and I hear myself repeating one thing over and over again:

 

"You're mine," like a mantra. 

 

He clasps my hand and repeats the same words right back to me.  Can two hearts really beat as one?  Because at this very moment in time I'm positive that our souls have united.

 

And I know I'm the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

 

The End

 

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