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