\He dreamed of his partner. Nothing new in that. He'd been doing that for years. But this time...this dream...everything was different. Turning over, still fast asleep he reached to touch himself as he dreamt./
They lay together in Hutch's brass bed. Something that had happened before. When one was hurt, either physically or emotionally, they had sought solace in the other's arms. But nothing more than the platonic affection of two friends. A deep and abiding affection that few people had ever known, but nothing more. Except this time.
Hutch's white blond hair shimmered in the light cast by the dozens of candles scattered around the room. His body, so fair, seemed to cast its own light in the dim room. Starsky couldn't get enough of looking at this creature he discovered wrapped around him. This almost ethereal being that was busy raining soft kisses on his face, his neck, and every other inch of skin that Hutch could reach.
Hutch's hands stroked down Starsky's sides and across his belly. Almost, but not quite tickling him as his fingers brushed against sensitive skin. As they pinched his nipples, then released them so that they could be soothed by that wonderful mouth that lavished them with loving attention. Then those fingers moved lower and caressed his genitals, describing circles around his scrotum, running long gentle strokes up his aching cock.
\Starsky arched under the onslaught of sensation, and rolled over again onto his back. Eyes closed, still deep within the dream, his hand matched his dream Hutch's movements./
Hutch grasped him in one warm, callused hand and just held him for a moment. Let him feel the way his cock pulsed in his lover's clasp. Starsky almost lost all control as he looked up into those steel blue eyes staring down at him. Watched as they grew closer and closer as Hutch lowered his face to take his mouth in a heart-stopping kiss. Hating the necessity, but falling to nature, Starsky closed his eyes and kissed back. Ran his tongue over the sweet lips against his. Gasped in passion as they opened to his insistent pressure and Hutch's tongue rolled over his.
Breathing rapidly became a problem as the kiss lengthened, as Hutch devoured the willing mouth beneath his. Starsky finally had to force his head away to keep from passing out from the pleasure alone.
With one hand, the other still wonderfully involved; Hutch rolled Starsky onto his back. With a parting kiss to his lover's lips, Hutch started a slow and languid journey down Starsky's body with his mouth. A semi-straight line from Starsky's neck down his chest, with short stops to tease his nipples again. Then continued as he lay small kisses along the line between the muscles of his stomach. Again, another pause as those talented lips greeted his navel with delicate nibbles.
Across from one hipbone to the other the lips moved, causing Starsky to writhe and shake from the knowledge of where that mouth was headed.
\His one hand busy, Starsky's other hand stroked from one hipbone to the other, matching the movements in his dream. Again he arched in pleasure and need. Moaned in his sleep, eyes darting back and forth under the closed lids./
Almost thrashing now, Starsky heard himself begging for Hutch to stop. To continue. To do what he wanted...no...what he needed Hutch to do. Opening his eyes he watched as that blond head dipped lower down his body. Watched in desperation as Hutch skipped past the weeping member and kissed the juncture of thigh and groin.
"Please. Please, Hutch." A mantra. A chant. It was all he could do. Except to push himself into the hand that incased him, trying in vain for some kind of relief. Knowing full well that the only relief he would get was when...if...his tormentor took pity on him.
\Gasping, Starsky's head rocked from side to side on the sweat-soaked pillow as his hand continued to inadequately fondle his demanding organ./
Starsky was almost delirious with need when Hutch lifted his head. Again, looking deep into Starsky's eyes, Hutch smiled. A wanton, knowing smile that should have frightened the man held captive beneath those strong hands. And then, slowly, ever so slowly, Hutch lowered his head, his eyes never leaving his victim's, and took Starsky in his mouth.
Starsky screamed.
\He screamed. Almost, but not quite waking himself./
Hutch's mouth was hot and wet against his over-sensitized cock. His tongue did things to him that caused Starsky to jerk and whimper. Rubbed the slit at the crown, lapped at the vein running along the organ's length. Starsky shrieked as Hutch swallowed him, pulling him down into his throat. Hutch's hand, the one that had relinquished possession of his cock, caressed and teased his balls. Rolling them between gentle fingers. That hand reached lower and a finger smoothly inserted itself within him. He was beyond screaming now. His mouth opened but no sound emerged. Behind his closed eyes bright flashes of light darted across his vision. He was so close to shattering. So damn close.
\With both hands now trying to ease his need, Starsky writhed on the bed in the dark. Little whimpering noises echoed the sounds in his dream as he reached for the release that seemed just - there./
The pressure was building. His voice returned, husky and harsh against the sounds of his partner sucking him. He whispered Hutch's name, begging, pleading for him to help him. For Hutch to take him across the boundary that separated him from now and there. Hutch pulled back, not quite releasing Starsky's cock from that wonderful mouth. Pulled back just enough that his tongue could lick at him again. Nibbled so, so gently at the weeping head. Pushed downwards again, as Starsky tried not to faint from the overwhelming lust that flooded his body with white-hot heat.
\So close. So very close. But not yet./
Starsky whispered Hutch's name, pleading, begging, imploring.
\Whispering in his sleep. "Please, Hutch. Now, please."/
A hand reached up and grasped Starsky's flailing one and held it tight as Starsky felt himself start to slide into a maelstrom.
\His hands, almost in frenzy, worked at bringing him across. And then.../
And then there was a third hand on top of his. A third hand joining in the quest for his release. A voice, sweet and yearning in his ear. "Starsky, wake up." A mouth against his. A tongue searching.
He woke. Gasping with the need for deliverance, he stared up into the blue eyes that had haunted his dream. Eyes that gazed so knowingly at him. "You need some help there, partner?"
There was no time for further words. Hutch's hand found its place on Starsky's cock. An organ that was as much Hutch's as Starsky's. Together they stroked and coaxed the shattering climax from Starsky's body. Together they pushed him across that boundary and together they slipped back into their shared dream.
\Pleasant dreams/