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Disco Fever - Part One

Abigail Crabtree

   Starsky stood swaying to the music as his eyes searched the noisy, crowded disco for his partner. Dance clubs were not exactly Hutch’s favorite way to spend an evening, but Starsky had been relentless in his quest to get Hutch to the new disco that everyone was talking about. Hutch, knowing the only way he would ever have any peace was to give in, had relented, but not right away of course. That wouldn’t have been any fun.

   As soon as they had arrived, Hutch had taken a quick look around the crowded, smoky room and muttered, "I need a drink," and fighting his way through the crowd, headed toward the bar.

   Starsky chuckled, knowing it wasn’t going to be easy to get Hutch to loosen up and have some fun. A couple of drinks might be just what he needed. Spotting a table, Starsky quickly claimed it.

   Looking around, Starsky couldn’t help but notice all the attractive young women in the place. That had been one of the reasons he’d been so anxious to get Hutch here. That and the fact that Starsky loved to dance. But the women had been the main reason he’d pushed Hutch to come with him. His partner seemed to be in a dating slump lately. Starsky couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard Hutch mention a date. Hopefully, tonight would change all that.

   What’s taking Hutch so long? Starsky saw no sign of his friend.

   "See that guy over there?" a female voice asked. Starsky turned slightly to see who was talking. He saw three young women seated at the table behind him, one of them pointing across the room. The one talking was tall and blonde and seemed quite interested in whomever it was she was pointing out to her friends.

   "You mean that tall blond?" a small brunette, who looked to be about twenty-five or so, asked.

   Starsky couldn’t help himself; his eyes automatically looked in the direction the blonde had pointed. He was curious to see what kind of guy had caught their attention. Hutch? Hutch was the only blond he could see.

   "Yeah, his name is Ken. He’s a police officer," the blonde answered, as all three women looked in the same direction.

   They’re talking about Hutch. Hutch stood talking to a young woman in a very short skirt with very long legs. Not bad, Hutch, not bad at all.

   "Nice, very nice," the brunette said, still looking across the room at Hutch. "You know him?"

   "Yeah, I know him. I guess you could say I know him intimately." The blonde practically purred her answer, clearly enjoying the fact that she had captured the interest of her two friends.

   "Intimately? How did you get so lucky? Details, please."

   Not wanting to turn around again, Starsky wasn’t sure who was talking now. Not that it really mattered. He was more interested in hearing what the blonde had to say about knowing Hutch intimately. Yes, details, please.

   "A friend of mine introduced me to him one night. She had raved about his…well, shall I say ‘his abilities in the bedroom’."

   "You mean he’s more than a pretty face?"

   "I can tell even from this distance that there’s more to the guy then a pretty face. Have you checked out that body...those legs?" The third women, whom Starsky hadn’t even gotten a good look at, responded.

   "Oh, but from this distance you can’t see the Nordic blue of his eyes. You can’t see the way his eyes can caress you with their softness. Just being with him is an incredible experience. He’s not just good-looking; he’s intelligent and very considerate. He really treats you like it’s more than a one-night stand. He’s a gentleman."

   "Not too much of a gentleman, I hope," a soft voice laughed. "So tell us about those abilities of his in the bedroom."

   Starsky didn’t take his eyes off Hutch, as he listened to the voices behind him discussing his best friend. We’ve been best friends and partners for years, and I’ve always known you were good-looking and a real lady-killer, but I never thought about what that really meant. I mean, the looks are obvious, but I never thought about whether you had any abilities in the bedroom. Good thing you can’t hear the conversation that’s taking place behind me. Your face would be bright red right now. I know mine probably is.

   "Oh, yes, the man definitely knows what to do in the bedroom. He knows exactly what to do and when to do it." The blonde’s voice sounded almost sensuous as she talked about Hutch. As if she were reliving the experience all over again.

   "Is he a good kisser?"

   "The best. His kisses are gentle and demanding all at the same time." A soft sigh escaped from her lips. "He’s truly an expert with those lips. Hell, he’s an expert with everything he’s got."

   The women giggled at that comment. And Starsky suddenly began to feel like a no-class eavesdropper. And they think the way men talk about women is bad? I really shouldn’t be listening to this. This is private stuff that Blondie’s telling her friends. Guess she doesn’t think it’s private, though. Wonder what Hutch would think if he knew he was the hot topic of conversation for these women. And I do mean hot.

   And the conversation showed no signs of cooling down as the blonde continued discussing all of Hutch’s finer points.

   "Let me tell you, he’s one very sexy man. The way he undresses you is an erotic experience all by itself; it’s as if he’s practically worshiping your body. Those hands and lips of his leave no part of your body untouched. He’s so in tune to your needs, he makes you feel as if the only thing that’s important to him is satisfying your desires." She paused to take a breath.

   "And believe me, if what he’s doing to you doesn’t turn you on, the sight of him with his face sweaty and flushed with passion will. God, he’s a beautiful sight when he’s naked aroused and making love. There is no doubt that the man loves sex."

   Starsky didn’t hear any more of the conversation. Despite the fact that he’d brought Hutch here with the intention of him finding a woman, a stab of jealousy hit Starsky and hit him hard. The vision that was now continually flashing in and out of his mind--of a naked and aroused Hutch--was beginning to have a strange effect on him.

   Starsky barely noticed the women behind him leaving. He was too busy with thoughts of Hutch making love. I wonder…I wonder if Hutch has ever…? Nah, he’s not like that. He’s as straight as they come. But she said he loves sex. Of course he loves sex. What normal person doesn’t? But has he ever considered sex with another man? But I don’t want him to have sex with another man, I want him to have sex with me. I think I need a drink. I overhear some woman going on about how good my partner is in bed and suddenly I want to go to bed with him. This is insane.

   "Hey, a penny for your thoughts."

   A startled Starsky looked up into the face of his smiling partner. Starsky wondered if he looked as guilty as he felt when his eyes met his partner’s blue eyes. Nordic blue eyes. And I’d give anything for those eyes to caress me the way she described.

   "Oh, I was just thinking I needed a drink. Maybe a couple of drinks."

   "You okay, Starsk?"

   "Yeah, I’m fine. Nothing a dance with that cute little redhead over there won’t cure." That and a cold shower.

PART TWO