After they'd had dinner and Starsky finished the dishes, he decided to move the television from the living room into the downstairs bedroom that Hutch was using.

   "Starsk, what are you doing?"

   "We might as well be comfortable while we're watching television. I know you won't be one bit comfortable out here on the couch."

   Hutch watched as Starsky unplugged the television and headed toward the bedroom with it. Minutes later, Starsky returned.

   "Your turn."

   "My turn? You're certainly not saying you're gonna carry me into the bedroom the way you did that television."

   "Relax, I'm only planning on giving you a helping hand. Not that I couldn't carry you into the bedroom." Starsky felt a warm flush spread over his face as he realized what he had just said.

   Hutch chuckled softly, "Okay, partner, give me my helping hand."

   Once Starsky had Hutch settled in bed, with assorted pillows tucked around him and his foot propped on another pillow, he was off to the kitchen to make the promised popcorn.

   Listening to Starsky clattering around out in the kitchen brought a smile to Hutch's face. Seems just like old times. Could he really be in love with me, too? Could I be that lucky? But then again, just having him love me as a friend isn't all bad either.

   Starsky stood in the doorway, munching on hot buttered popcorn from the bowl he held in his hand. As he watched the unsuspecting blond, he was engulfed in a rush of emotions. It was as if looking at Hutch now suddenly took his breath away. He's beautiful. I want to keep him safe and happy. Is this how Hutch suddenly found himself feeling one day?

   "Are you just going to stand in the doorway and eat all the popcorn yourself?

   "Huh?" Starsky was jolted back to reality. "Oh, sorry."

   "You looked like you were a million miles away. Anything wrong?" Hutch watched as a somewhat flustered looking Starsky made his way into the bedroom.

   "Nope, nothing's wrong. Just thinking." Setting the bowl of popcorn on the bed next to Hutch, Starsky moved to the dresser where he had placed the TV and started changing channels. "You need a TV with a remote."

   "I'll keep that in mind." Hutch watched and waited patiently as Starsky kept up his constant switching of the channels. "Starsk, what are you looking for?"

   Starsky shrugged, "I don't know. Something we'll both watch, I guess."

   "Starsky, just pick something you like and I'll be happy to watch it. You're driving me crazy with this constant channel changing."

   "Sorry. How about this?" Starsky stopped on an episode of "Hawaii Five-O."

   "That's good, Starsky, maybe we can pick up a few pointers from McGarrett."

   "More likely, he could pick up a few from us, partner." Starsky, still feeling a bit off balance, was trying to regain his usual composure. Leaning back against the headboard, Starsky tried to keep his mind on the TV but with little success. He found himself constantly sneaking peeks at Hutch, who amazingly seemed engrossed in the show.

   "Hutch, you been feeling okay? I mean no more being sick to you stomach?" Starsky felt like he had a million questions to ask Hutch. Even though it had only been a little over a week since they had seen each other, suddenly, Starsky wanted to know everything that had been going on with Hutch during that time.

   "Hutch?"

   "Oh, sorry, what did you say?" Hutch pulled his attention away from the television show.

   "I asked how you've been feeling. You're not still getting sick to your stomach, are you?"

   "No, I'm doing pretty good. Not sure if it's the medication the doctor prescribed or just the fact that I've been eating better without you around."

   "Funny, real funny, Hutch."

   "Seriously, Starsky, the medication seems to be doing the trick."

   Hutch turned his attention back to the TV.

   Starsky sat quietly, occasionally taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl that sat between them. I wonder if he'll tell me about Sara. Does he have feelings for her? Without realizing it, Starsky sighed deeply.

   "Now what?" Hutch asked as a commercial came on the screen.

   "Can I ask you something sort of personal?"

   "Personal? You've never asked permission before," Hutch laughed.

   "Yeah, I guess I haven't," Starsky chuckled softly. It's just if our relationship is changing, I guess I'm not sure what's allowed anymore and what's not."

   "Starsky, our relationship is only going to change if you want it to. Got that? And if it does change...maybe change isn't the right word. If it does go in another direction, I don't see a whole lot of change. Other than maybe the obvious things."

   Blushing slightly, Starsky stammered a bit. "Now, I've got two personal questions for you."

   "Just ask, Starsky, just ask."

   "Well, I was wondering, have you ever thought about us...well, about us...doing it?" Starsky knew he was blushing but he couldn't help it.

   "As a matter of fact, I have. I mean that's usually what happens when two people realize they're in love." Hutch started to stammer. "Does the thought of that still disgust you?"

   "No. But I think I might be a little nervous about it."

   "Yeah, me, too. But before we even think about 'doing it,' you need to be sure it's what you really want."

   "I'm sure about how I feel, Hutch. It sort of suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks."

   "Boy, do I know that feeling." Hutch paused. "But even if you're sure about your feelings, I think we should take things slow. What do you think?"

   "Sounds like a good plan. This is all new to me."

   "Me, too, partner. Slow it is." Hutch knew he had to have the stupidest grin on his face, but he just plain didn't care. He feels the same way I do. He's in love with me, too. "Hey, you mentioned two personal questions earlier. I'm ready, go ahead."

   "I kind of hate to bring this up, but I...I sort of need to know." Starsky shifted uncomfortably. "I know it's none of my business, but I can't help but wonder."

   "Just spit it out, Starsky. Whatever it is, let's get it over and done with."

   "You're not gonna get mad are you?"

   "How do I know?" Hutch shook his head. "But, no, I won't get mad. Just ask."

   "Well, I just been wondering what your feelings are. I mean, if you have any feelings for that prostitute, Sara."

   Starsky watched as the color drained out of Hutch's face. "Sara? You've been checking up on me again?"

    "No, not checking up on you. I was looking for you. See, I knew you'd get mad." He looks like he's going to bolt from the room.

   "It's just that the subject of Sara's not something I like to discuss. As a matter of fact, it..." Hutch paused and nervously ran his hands through his hair.

   "It what, Hutch?"

   "It makes me sick, that's what. I can't even imagine what you must think of me." Hutch's voice sounded hard and angry. "I mean, what the hell was I thinking? Was I even thinking? I'm no better than most of the scum we deal with every day."

   "Hutch, why do you do this to yourself?" Starsky hated to see Hutch once again beating himself up. That old Hutchinson guilt strikes again. Hutch was clearly getting himself worked up.

   "I'm not doing anything to myself. Tell me I shouldn't be disgusted with my own behavior. Better yet, tell me that you don't find me disgusting when it comes to this mess." Groaning loudly, he got to his feet. "God, I make myself sick."

   Looking at Hutch, Starsky didn't doubt a bit that Hutch was feeling ill. He looked almost as bad as he had a couple of weeks ago. "Hutch, sit down. You shouldn't be putting any weight on your ankle." Reaching out, Starsky pulled Hutch back down onto the bed. "I'm telling you, it's not that big a deal. A little surprising maybe, but not a big deal."

   Hutch allowed Starsky to settle him back against the pillows. "I couldn't seem to help myself. I can't explain it." Starsky listened, thinking how it almost seemed as if Hutch were talking to himself. He seemed to have forgotten that Starsky was even there.

   "I felt so empty inside, and it was like I needed something to fill that emptiness. Something, someone, I don't know. And then there she was." Hutch sighed heavily, his voice filled with anguish. "I didn't go out looking for...I only planned on getting good and drunk so the pain would go away for a while. And then there she was. Next thing I knew, we were at her place. I did start to leave but...I didn't. I told myself I wouldn't see her again...but then I'd find myself back there. It was like I couldn't help myself."

   "Hey, it's okay." Putting his arm around the blond, Starsky pulled him closer. Keeping his arm securely around his partner, Starsky quietly said, "The way I see it nobody got hurt here. I mean, you needed someone and so did she."

   "What do you mean, she needed someone?" Hutch was enjoying the feeling of security Starsky's arms gave him.

   "Come on, Hutch, Sara told me to tell you that she needs your help choosing some classes. Sounds like you've been doing some good work. She needed someone to help her get her life turned around. And who better than the White Knight? You're doing something good. You can feel guilty all you want, but the lady thinks quite highly of you. So why don't you just accept the fact that something good came out of it and be done with it?"

   Ignoring the slight twinge in his back, Hutch raised himself up so he was looking down into Starsky's compelling blue eyes. "Thanks. I think you actually made me feel better about my involvement with Sara. I do want to help her get her life back on track where it belongs. I'd like to think that more came out of this than just me getting some kind of perverted need filled."

   "Starting now, how about you let me take care of any perverted needs you might have?" Starsky's voice was teasing as he smiled up at his partner. As their eyes met, Starsky reached up and stroked the face that looked down at him. And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he touched his lips to Hutch's in a gentle kiss.

   The touch of Starsky's lips on his sent shock waves through Hutch's entire body, the gentle kiss became more urgent and demanding as all of Hutch's pent up desire seemed to come alive. I've got to slow down. But he couldn't control his urge to devour the mouth that tasted so sweet to him. How long have I waited for this?

   Hutch reluctantly pulled away from Starsky. His heart was hammering, and he felt an aching need for another kiss.

   "Hutch?" Starsky's hoarse whisper broke the silence. "What's wrong?" Starsky felt a tinge of fear. Is he realizing that he doesn't want this after all?

   "Nothing's wrong, Starsk. But if we don't slow down...let's just say we're going to have sort of a big problem here shortly." Hutch struggled to bring his raging emotions under control. "We agreed to take it slow and I was so close to losing control." Hutch closed his eyes and tried to slow his ragged breathing. I feel like a teenager about to do it for the first time.

   As the full impact of what Hutch was referring to hit Starsky, his eyes moved to the growing bulge in Hutch's sweatpants. The realization that, as a result of their kissing, Hutch had an erection that seemed to match his own sent such a tremor of desire through him, almost causing him to groan out loud.

   "I think we might need a new plan." Starsky shared an embarrassed grin with his friend.

   Looking at the flustered man next to him, Hutch laughed softly, "Let me know what you come up with."

   "Me? I thought you'd have a plan." Starsky was staring at the blond as if seeing him for the first time. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

   "Have you had your eyes checked lately?" Hutch had never understood the fuss some people made about his looks.

   "My vision is just fine. The only problem I have right now is that I need another kiss." Not waiting for any sort of reply from Hutch, Starsky's mouth found the unresisting lips of his partner. His tongue slowly traced Hutch lips, and finding no opposition, he easily forced Hutch's lips open with his thrusting tongue and began exploring the recesses of his mouth.

   His emotions whirling and skidding, Hutch felt ready to short-circuit at any time. He had to think. Pulling away from Starsky, he caught his breath and said, "Starsk, you're killing me. We need to slow this down or I'm not going to be able to stop." Hutch's voice trembled as he choked out the words. "We need to stop."

   A bewildered Starsky watched as Hutch left the bed and limped toward the door. "Hutch, where you going?"

   "I'll be right back. I just need some air." Hutch turned and looked at Starsky. "I'm okay, Starsk. Nothing to worry about. I'll be back in a few minutes."

   Nothing to worry about, huh? Why does the man have to think so much? Starsky got up and turned off the television. "Hawaii Five-O" had ended and the nightly news was now in progress. Sitting down on the end of the bed, Starsky pulled the popcorn bowl closer and took a handful. Munching on the popcorn, he tried to figure out what had happened. Things had been going so well. Kissing Hutch was just so damn good. And to think it wasn't that long ago that the thought of something like that grossed me out. Now...now I don't want to stop. I want to kiss him and never stop, and I want to feel his naked body underneath mine. I want to see Hutch out of control. Hell, I want to be the cause of him being out of control. Please don't be having second thoughts, Hutch. Realizing that Hutch had been gone a while, Starsky picked up the bowl and went in search of his partner.

   With no sign of Hutch in either the kitchen or living room, Starsky checked the bathroom and found it also empty. Remembering that Hutch had said he needed air, Starsky checked the back yard. But the beautiful summer night revealed no trace of Hutch.

   That left only the upstairs. Quietly making his way up the faded carpeted stairs, Starsky headed for Hutch's childhood bedroom. The bedroom door stood open, revealing the blond slowly rocking in his grandmother's rocker, a lamp on the dresser casting a warm glow over the blond head. Starsky stood in the doorway; the scene before him, for some unknown reason, almost broke his heart. In that light he almost appears to have a halo. Hutch an angel? Starsky almost laughed out loud thinking what his partner's reaction would be if he told him he looked like an angel.

   Sensing Starsky's presence, Hutch turned toward the door. "I was just getting ready to come back downstairs."

   "Hey, no hurry. I just wondered where you went. Just yell, when you're ready and I'll help you down the stairs." Starsky turned to leave, but was stopped by the sound of Hutch's voice.

   "Can I ask you something, Starsk?"

   "Sure." Starsky came back into the room and sat down on the end of the bed. "Ask me anything."

   Hutch ceased rocking and sat quietly for a few seconds as if trying to find the right words.

   "Hutch, you can ask me anything."

   "Starsky, I love you. I'm in love with you. But I'm worried about what will happen if this blows up in my face. I mean what happens if moving our relationship in this direction doesn't work out? What happens to our friendship and our partnership? Should we risk it?"

   " We'd be risking nothing." Starsky's tone was firm. "Absolutely nothing."

   "You really believe that?"

   "Yep, I do." You're my best friend and partner. You're closer to me than my own brother. Hell, I'd die for you. So, no, I don't see anything ever screwing up our friendship." Starsky had to smile at the sound of the small chuckle from blond. "Okay, poor choice of words, but I don't see anything ruining our friendship." Starsky got to his feet and moved around the room nervously. "You're not having second thoughts, are you? I'm not." Starsky now stood in front of Hutch who had remained sitting in the rocking chair. "Hutch?"

   "Not second thoughts really. I love you; can't change that. Don't even think I would want to try and change it. I just want both of us to know exactly what we're getting into and what we'll be giving up." Hutch slowly eased out of the rocking chair. "I don't know about you, but it's been a long day and I'm exhausted."

   "Yeah, it's been quite a day. How's your back doing? I'm really sorry about causing you to fall."

   "Starsk, we've been all through that. Forget it. It was an accident. My back's already feeling better."

   "You're not just saying that, are you?" Starsky watched as Hutch slowly and painfully made his way to the door."

   "Starsky, really, my back is feeling better. The ankle...now that's another story."

   "And that's exactly why you shouldn't be walking around on it. Come on, we're getting you back in bed with that foot propped up."

   "That sounds real good, but first I'm going to go take a nice hot shower."

   "You think that's a good idea, Hutch?" Starsky didn't like the idea of Hutch with his bad ankle slipping in the shower.

   "It's a great idea and I'll manage just fine."

   Once back downstairs, Starsky paced outside the bathroom, waiting nervously for Hutch to finish his shower. If he falls and breaks his neck, I'll kill him!

   "Hey, Starsky, do you think you could quit your pacing out there long enough to run back upstairs and grab me something clean to put on?" Hutch had opened the bathroom door slightly and had been watching silently for a few seconds, as his partner had made repeated trips from one end of the short hall to the other. Back and forth. "You're starting to make me dizzy."

   Turning toward the bathroom, Starsky found the sight of the tall blond standing in the doorway with nothing but a towel around his waist to be somewhat unsettling. Seeing Hutch without a shirt was nothing new. But wanting to reach out and run his hands over Hutch's bare and still slightly wet chest was a new feeling. And the thought of what the towel was hiding... Tearing his eyes away from the tantalizing sight, Starsky rushed off to get the requested clothes, stumbling into the wall on his way.

   "Starsky, there's no hurry. Don't kill yourself getting my clothes." Running a towel over his still wet hair, Hutch wandered back into the bedroom and was quickly reminded of the warm and passionate kisses they had recently shared. It's really happening. He feels the same way I do. So why do I suddenly feel like things are moving too fast? Maybe because I just want things to be so perfect. I don't ever want to see Starsky regretting any of this. We both have to be sure this is what we want. Has he given any thought to what this would mean to our lives?

   "Hey, what are you thinking about so hard?" Starsky tossed a t-shirt and briefs onto the bed.

   "About the two of us."

   "I like the sound of that."

   Turning to look at his partner, Hutch said, "I like the sound of it, too. But, Starsk, have you really thought about what it will mean? We won't be able to bring our relationship out in the open. We'll have to hide it. And what about women? Are you sure you can give up women? Or don't you plan on giving them up? Starsk, there's so much more to this than just hopping into bed. So many things we have to consider."

   "Hutch, sit down and let me wrap that ankle back up."

   "Starsky, are you listening to me?" Hutch was fast becoming irritated.

   "Yes, I'm listening to you. But I can't discuss any of this with you standing there on an injured ankle. Not to mention the fact that you're standing there in nothing but a towel and it's very distracting. So if you'll just get some clothes on and let me take care of your ankle, I'll be happy to discuss anything you want."

   Hutch blushed a bright red as he glanced down at the towel that now hung rather precariously on his hips. "I didn't think...I mean I didn't realize. I'll get dressed right now." A flustered Hutch grabbed his briefs from the bed and, turning around, fumbled to get them on without losing the towel. Between the bad ankle and the bad back, the task was more than Hutch could accomplish. The towel slid to the floor in a heap, leaving Hutch with the briefs only half way up his backside. Uttering an embarrassed groan, Hutch quickly pulled the briefs snuggly up to his waist.

   Starsky, who had thoroughly enjoyed the show, decided to show his appreciation by giving the star a loud round of applause and a couple of wolf whistles.

   Now completely embarrassed, Hutch turned and glared at his partner. "I take it you enjoyed the show?"

   "Yep, I sure did. And I must say, I never realized until tonight what a cute ass you have." Starsky was enjoying himself so much he couldn't keep the amusement from his voice.

   "Cute? I have a cute ass?" Hutch was doing his best to sound offended, but was actually enjoying the back-and-forth lighthearted banter. It seemed like old times, except for the fact his ass had never before been the subject of their playful conversation. "Starsky, would you just go get the damned bandage and get my ankle taken care of? It's been a long day."

   "You got it, partner. You just sit down on the bed on that cute ass of yours and I'll be right back." Giving the blond what he hoped was a lewd wink, he left to retrieve the bandage.

   While Starsky was gone, Hutch managed to slip into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and then settled on the bed to wait for Starsky.

   "You know it's kind of funny that suddenly I've got the hots for you in a major, major way, and now you want to talk the subject to death." Starsky finished wrapping Hutch's ankle and placed it gently on a pillow. "There, how's that?"

   "You've got the hots for me? Sounds kind of weird, huh?" Hutch knew he was probably blushing again. This time because of the thoughts running through his own mind.

   "Yeah, weird is right. Never in a million years did I think I'd be getting aroused at the sight of you in a towel. But you know what? I like it." Starsky was now adjusting the pillows and getting Hutch settled. "I'll be right back and then we can discuss all the things you think we need to deal with. But I still say you think too much. Me, I'm a man of action."

   Hutch watched as his friend left the room. Maybe I do think too much. But this is too important to not make sure we both know what we want. And I need to know if we both want the same things.

   Out in the kitchen, Starsky grabbed a couple of soft drinks from the refrigerator. Knowing Hutch, this could one very long talk. And talking always makes me thirsty. Then noticing Hutch's medications lined up on the counter, he snatched them up. Wonder if Hutch is remembering to take this stuff?

   Tossing the pills on the bed next to Hutch, Starsky set Hutch's soft drink on the night table next to him. "You remembering to take your medication?"

   "Yes, Mom, I'm taking my medication."

   "Good." Starsky settled himself on the bed next to Hutch. Still in his protective mode, he pulled the covers up around the blond. "Now let's talk."

   "Okay, you start." Hutch swallowed his pills and waited for Starsky to begin.

   "You got it. I've been giving this a lot of thought. First off, Hutch, I think you should keep in mind that no guarantee comes with any relationship. You should know that from your marriage to Vanessa. But with us, no matter what happens, I know our friendship will survive. And, yes, I know we'll sort of be living a lie from now on. But it'll be worth it to me. I love you." Starsky paused briefly glancing at his partner. "You with me so far, Blondie?"

   "Yeah, I'm keeping up with you."

   "Good." Now, as for your question concerning women. I'll be totally honest with you. I can't promise you won't catch me looking at some great looking blonde or redhead. And I can't promise I won't ever be tempted. But I can promise you, I'll always be honest and up front with you. And no matter what, you'll always be my best friend."

   "You sound pretty sure of yourself. You're not worried about our jobs?"

   "Hutch, they'd have to prove something. I mean it's not like we're going to be doing it on Dobey's desk for Pete's sake. And anyway, everyone is already used to us spending a lot of time together. It might be necessary for us to keep up appearances when it comes to women. I mean we do have a certain reputation with the ladies. But I don't think there's going to be any noticeable difference in our lives that anyone will pick up on."

   "No, I guess not. As long as you don't stare at my cute ass in front of any of our fellow officers."

   Starsky stared at Hutch, then burst out laughing. "I promise to show your ass the proper amount of respect while at work or in any other public place. But behind closed doors...well, let's just say your ass is all mine."

   "You're crazy. You know that, don't you?"

   "I'm not crazy. I'm in love. And you know what? The more I think about it, the more I think it was meant to be." Starsky moved closer to the man next to him. "Think about it, Hutch, I think the only thing that's ever been missing from our relationship is the sex."

   "Maybe, you're right. I do know that you've been the most important person in my life for a long time now. I trust you completely. And the best thing is, I've always been able to just be me around you. You accept me for what I am and you've never tried to mold me into being something different."

   "That's because I like you just the way you are." Starsky lightly stroked Hutch's hair, suddenly needing some physical contact with the man he was falling in love with. "There is one thing I want understood, though. No more running away. When things get tough, we can kind work through them together. Might not always be easy, but I know that together we can get through anything. Agreed?"

   Hutch's reply was soft and tired sounding, "Agreed."

   "You're exhausted. I'll get out of here and let you get some sleep." Starsky's attempt to move off the bed was halted by Hutch reaching out and pulling him back.

   "Stay with me."

   "Gladly, partner." Starsky leaned over and planted several gentle kisses across Hutch's face. "Close your eyes and go to sleep. I'm not going anywhere."

********

   The next morning, Hutch woke to find Starsky snuggled tightly against him. He found the sound of the soft even breathing of his partner comforting. Somehow, waking up like this seemed so right. Like it was meant to be.

   "What're you thinking about so early this morning?" Starsky's drowsy voice alerted Hutch to the fact that his partner was now awake and watching him.

   "Nothing much. Just how it seems so nice and so right waking up next to you." Hutch watched as a smile spread across Starsky's face.

   "I hope that means you're ready to enjoy our new relationship and not spend so much time worrying about all the what ifs."

   "Yeah, I think that's exactly what it means."

   Starsky laughed, "Good, I was beginning to worry about you. I mean, this whole thing was your idea. I was beginning to think you were going to change your mind."

   Pulling Hutch to him, Starsky pressed his mouth firmly to Hutch's. Hutch hungrily responded, his tongue probing Starsky's moist mouth. Knowing he would soon reach the point of no return, Starsky pulled back and gazed questioningly into the somewhat confused eyes of his partner. "I don't want to stop. What about you?" Starsky's voice was soft, but still held a hint of quiet determination. He held his breath, afraid that Hutch was going to get up and leave again.

   Hutch's only answer was his lips to beginning a long and delicious journey down Starsky's neck. At the same time, his hands also began a journey of their own. Hutch didn't want to miss an inch of Starsky's body. His hands roamed down Starsky's back, and then back to his chest. The faded t-shirt Starsky was wearing had become an unwanted obstacle, and Hutch quickly pulled it over Starsky's head and tossed it onto the floor. Now his hands skimmed softly over the bare chest, pausing to gently caress the tiny nubs. Starsky uttered a soft groan and began his own slow thorough investigation of Hutch's body, using both his hands and lips. "Damn, you've got way too many clothes on," Starsky muttered as he yanked Hutch's shirt over his head. Hearing Hutch wince, Starsky regretted his haste in removing Hutch's shirt. "Sorry, buddy. Guess I'm getting a little carried away."

   "Don't let me stop you." Hutch's voice shook as he fought to catch his breath.

   "You feel so damn good." Starsky's hands had now wandered lower. Hesitating only briefly, he tugged at the sweat pants, anxious to get them out of the way. With Hutch's assistance, they were soon added to the now growing pile of clothing on the floor.

   "Fair's fair, buddy." Seconds later, as a result of another joint effort, Starsky's pants had been removed. Starsky eagerly grasped Hutch's firm, bare butt and pulled him tightly to him. Both men gasped as their bare skin connected for the first time.

   Hutch almost lost it when he felt Starsky's rapidly growing erection pressed tightly against his own now nearly rock hard flesh. "This is incredible. So damn, incredible." The words came out in a hushed whisper.

   Reaching down, Starsky took a firm hold of both their now throbbing erections, and began a slow easy stroking motion. Hutch groaned loudly, thrusting hard against Starsky's hand, loving the feel of Starsky's cock against his.

   Starsky increased the tempo of the stroking. He knew they were both close to the edge. The highly aroused blond now arching uncontrollably against his hand was an extraordinary sight. Almost breathtaking. He's responding to me. "Hutch, I love you." Starsky barely got the words out before Hutch let out a deep, almost painful groan. Starsky felt the warm sticky outpouring flood his hand as Hutch's body shuddered with his release. The sounds and feel of Hutch climaxing into his hand sent Starsky to his own shattering release. The only sound in the room for the next few seconds was the ragged breathing of the two men.

   "I love you, babe. That was fantastic." Breaking the silence, Starsky smoothed the damp blond hair off Hutch's forehead. He couldn't believe how something as simple as what they had just done could send such a rush of emotions flooding through him. I think I just made love for the first time.

   "I'm speechless." Hutch's heart was still hammering in his chest. Seeing all the love that Starsky's eyes reflected, Hutch felt relaxed and happier than he could ever remember feeling. "I love you too, Starsk."

   "Love sure is messy." Starsky eased slowly away from Hutch, gazing down at the sticky mess. "I'll get a towel and get us cleaned up." Planting a kiss on Hutch's sweaty shoulder, Starsky left the bed.

   Returning, Starsky found Hutch still on the bed--unmoving, eyes closed with a trace of a grin on his face. "Feeling pretty good, huh?" Starsky tossed a warm wet washcloth onto the drying stickiness on Hutch's stomach and began gently washing away the evidence of their lovemaking.

   "Starsk, for some strange reason, I'm feeling the urge for a cigarette."

   "Must mean we were damn good, huh, partner?" Starsky had finished wiping them both off and sat looking down at his friend.

   "It's not like we did anything extraordinary. We didn't really do much of anything. But it was good, damn good."

   "I don't think it was what we did so much as the love we did it with."

********

   Breakfast was a joint effort. With plates piled high with eggs, bacon, pancakes and fruit, they ate ravenously. Conversation was almost non existent. Words didn't seem to be needed. Frequent smiles were exchanged when their eyes would meet across the table.

   Starsky, finally full, pushed his plate aside. He watched as the blond finished his last bite. "It's nice to see you eating again."

   "Guess it's the first time I've actually felt hungry in a while." Hutch gathered up the plates from the table and placed them in the sink.

   "Ankle feeling better?" Starsky asked as he watched his partner cross the room.

   "Yes, it's a lot better. Actually, Starsky, I'm a lot better." Hutch turned to look at his partner. "I suddenly have this feeling of contentment. It's like all my problems have disappeared. Life is worth living again, and I have a future to look forward to. It's been a long time since I've felt like this. Hell, it's been so long, I can't even remember when it was."

   Starsky had gotten up and now stood in front of Hutch. "Hutch, I'm so happy to hear you say you're feeling like you have a future. You had me really worried there for a while. I thought I was going to lose you. You were so sick and depressed and seemed to have given up on everything. Welcome back, partner. I love you."

   "It's all because of you, Starsky. You're getting real good at saving me from myself lately. "It should've been enough that you got me walking again, but now you've given me a future I didn't think I had.

   Starsky pulled the blond into a hug. "I seem to recall you walking to save my butt. So I think you could say you gave me a future, too. Let's just say we're even, huh?"

   "Sounds good to me. You know, I feel like we're starting off with a clean slate. I want everything to be so perfect for us."

   "Hutch, let's have another cup of coffee and talk for a minute."

   "Sure, Starsk." Hutch took the cup of coffee that Starsky held out to him, sat back down at the table and waited expectantly for Starsky to say what he was feeling.

   "Hutch, don't insist on things being perfect. I think we both know by now that neither of us is perfect. And we don't have to be perfect. We just need to be ourselves and just love each other. Don't make things more difficult by setting some kind of standard that we have to live up to. That's one of your biggest problems, buddy. You always think you have to be better than you are. That you're somehow lacking." Starsky paused as if looking for the right words. "Hutch, we're not always going to find things easy. And if the wrong people find out about this, things could get kind of ugly."

   "Starsk, I know what you're saying and I agree. I guess what I meant was I just want things to be the best we can make them. I want to protect us as much as possible from any of the inevitable ugliness." Hutch reached across the table and gave Starsky's hand a light squeeze. "I don't want our love to be tarnished in any way by the outside world."

   Starsky returned the hand squeeze and smiled across the table. "We'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen."

   Taking the last swallow of his coffee, Starsky said, "I don't know about you, but I have things to do today. That barn is not going to paint itself now, is it?"

   "With two of us, we'll have it done in no time." Hutch got to his feet ready to head outside and get started.

   "Whoa, only one of us is going to be doing any painting. Got that?" Starsky's tone was firm.

   "Starsk, I'm just fine. No reason, I can't help you finish the painting." Hutch's voice was equally firm as he prepared to put up a fight.

   "Sorry, Hutch. It was just yesterday that you tumbled off that ladder. I know you said your ankle and back are feeling better, but they're still not a hundred percent, so no ladders and no painting today." Seeing the familiar stubborn look in Hutch's eyes, Starsky shook his head no. "Just humor me a little here, Hutch."

********

   Hutch spent the afternoon soaking up the late summer sun, reading magazines, and watching as Starsky happily slapped paint on the barn. By late afternoon, the barn stood in the fading sunlight with a fresh coat of paint.

   "It looks great, Starsky." Hutch smiled at Starsky who stood proudly admiring his work.

   "It does, doesn't it?"

   "Yeah, it does. Now how about we have some dinner and maybe turn in early?" Hutch gave Starsky an inviting grin and turned and headed toward the house.

********

   The days passed quickly for the two. Repairs on the farm kept them busy during the day, and the nights were spent talking and loving each other. As if by unspoken agreement, the sex was kept limited to rubbing off against each other and a lot of mutual masturbation. It was a chance for them to learn about each other, their likes and dislikes. And both enjoyed the anticipation of postponing the more intimate things to come.

   "Hey, Blondie, you awake?" Starsky had been awake for a while now, just listening to the soft sound of Hutch's breathing.

   "Barely. Why?" Hutch stretched and wiped the sleep from his eyes.

   "I've been thinking."

   "You really shouldn't do that so early in the morning, Starsk."

   "Seriously, Hutch, I've been thinking. And I'm glad that we're taking things slow and not rushing into...well, I'm glad we're not rushing into going all the way." Starsky knew he was stammering and his face was probably about three shades of red.

   "Are you blushing?" Hutch found the idea of Starsky embarrassed at, as he put it "going all the way," a little humorous but endearing at the same time. "It's okay. I'm glad we're waiting, too. Waiting will just make it that much more special."

   "Hutch, are you at all nervous about it?"

   "No, I'm not. Are you?"

   "No, no not nervous. I just want it to be good for you." Starsky snuggled closer to the blond. He was really enjoying waking up next to him every morning. "I'm not exactly experienced doing it with another man. Women have always been my expertise."

   As Starsky snuggled closer, Hutch kissed him softly on the forehead and then ruffled the dark curls. "I think we're in the same boat here, Starsk. But we're both pretty smart guys, so I'm sure we can figure it all out."

   "I guess if we can't figure out where everything goes, there's always books with pictures to show us." Starsky laughed and pulled the pillow out from under Hutch's head.

   Hutch grabbed the pillow and shoved it back under his head. "You know you can be really annoying first thing in the morning." Hutch's attempt to sound mad failed. He was just too darn happy.

   Totally ignoring Hutch's weak attempt at playing angry, Starsky moved on to what he had been thinking about for several days now. "Hutch, you know I'm gonna have to be getting back to work next week. I've been kinda hoping that you were ready to come home and we could leave together."

   "I only see one thing wrong with that plan."

   "What's that?"

   "You hate my car."

   "Oh, yeah...your car. Your car actually made it all the way to Duluth?"

   The surprise in Starsky's voice made Hutch smile. "Yep, it made it all the way. And no problems at all."

   "Don't suppose you'd consider leaving that garbage can on wheels here and flying home?"

   "Not on your life, partner."

   "I was afraid of that." Starsky shook his head and then smiled. "But I am glad to hear that you're coming home."

********

   Starsky glanced at the clock on the wall to find only a minute had passed since the last time he had looked. This has to be the longest day in history. Actually, the whole week had seemed longer than usual. Going back to work on Monday without Hutch hadn't been easy. Seems like I should be getting used to it by now. But the week's almost over and Hutch is coming back in a few days. Hutch was spending his last week off helping Sara get enrolled in some classes. He had also helped her find a small apartment near the university, and the two of them were looking for some sort of part-time job for her. Sometimes I think the guy's in the wrong line of work. He's a regular Boy Scout.

   Tossing the report he'd been working on, onto the pile of other completed reports, Starsky got up and wandered over to the water cooler. He glanced once again at the clock as he swallowed the last of his water. Tossing the cup into the trash, he sighed deeply. Will this day never end?

   Starsky was anxious to get to the beach house. Hutch had called last night and told him to plan on having dinner at the beach house. He'd had plenty of dinners with Hutch, but somehow he knew this dinner would be extra special.

********

   Hutch was humming as he moved around the beach house adding the finishing touches. He couldn't wait for Starsky to see what he'd been up to. He'd spent a small fortune getting this place ready, but it would be worth it to see the look on Starsky's face. Maybe they couldn't openly live together, but they could still have a place to call their own. A place where they could come and shut out the rest of the world when they needed to. A place to get away from the hassles of their job and maybe a place to hide from new hassles if the change in their relationship was discovered. But I'm not going to ruin today even thinking about that.

   Putting the finishing touches on the tossed salad, Hutch slid it into the refrigerator. Dinner would be ready just about the time Starsky arrived. Hutch had done some rearranging and now they could have their meals in front of the large window in the living room. Hutch loved the view of sand and water. It always brought him such a feeling of peace. But the new television and VCR would probably be the preferred view of his partner. Hutch smiled just thinking of Starsky's reaction to the VCR. Like a little kid at Christmas. I can't wait to see his face.

   Hutch had taken a rather large sum of money out of a trust fund that his grandfather had set up for him. The trust fund had sat untouched for many years. But the time seemed right now to use some of it. Hutch had used part of it to pay for classes and books for Sara. The young girl had been reluctant at first to accept Hutch's offer, but in the end his persistence had paid off and the classes and books had been paid for. Despite the rather strange circumstances of their relationship, both felt they had made a new, lifelong friend. A bond had been formed. Hutch had even begun to accept the fact that, despite the embarrassment he felt concerning his somewhat awkward liaison with Sara, they had both gotten something they needed from each other.

   The rest of the money he had withdrawn had gone into things for the house. Starsky would love all the new stereo equipment and the TV and VCR. And Hutch had even replaced the somewhat worn and uncomfortable living room furniture. Two overstuffed chairs and a large and very comfortable looking sofa had been delivered yesterday. Hutch could just picture Starsky sprawled on the couch, remote in hand, having himself a great time.

   Hutch had stocked the bathroom with new toothbrushes, razors and other various toiletries they might need. The bathroom closet was stacked with large fluffy bath towels. Two new bathrobes hung on the back of the bathroom door. I sure hope he doesn't think I've totally lost my mind. If we're going to spend any time here we'll need these things.

   Getting anxious for Starsky to arrive, Hutch slowly walked through the house. He wanted things to be perfect here. He wanted this house to feel like home to Starsky. Their home. Okay, maybe not perfect, but at least as nice as I can make it. Starsky's right, part of my problem is I expect too much. Nothing's ever perfect. I should have learned a long time ago that there is no such thing as a perfect relationship. The important thing is the love, and we've had that for a long, long time.

   "Boy, something sure smells good," Starsky's voice called out, as the back door slammed shut. "Hey, Hutch, where are you?" Starsky paused in the middle of the kitchen to breathe in the fragrant odors. Getting no answer from Hutch, he moved into the living room. His eyes were immediately drawn to the new entertainment center that seemed to have taken over the room. His mind barely registered the new sofa and chairs, he was so absorbed in taking a quick inventory of everything the entertainment center housed. His eyes lit up as he spotted the VCR.

   "What do you think?" Hutch had been in the doorway watching as Starsky's eyes had lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He looks just like I thought he would.

   "Did Santa come early? What's going on, Hutch?" Starsky turned to look at his partner.

   Hutch suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and a little silly for all he had done. "I...I just wanted to make this place nice...and sort of like a home for us." Hutch stammered a bit. "And I wanted to do something nice for you. I don't care what you say, I owe you. This past year alone, you've done so much for me. I would never have made it without you."

   Starsky watched as Hutch sank down on the sofa, his mind only now picking up on the new furniture. Quickly taking a seat next to the blond, Starsky slipped his arm around Hutch's shoulders. "Hey, I certainly didn't do anything this past year that you wouldn't have done had things been reversed. And I didn't do anything that I didn't want to do. I've actually grown kind of fond of you through the years." Starsky chuckled. Seriously, Hutch, as much as I love the great stuff you bought, you really didn't need to go into debt just to get me something. All I really need is you."

   Turning Hutch's head, Starsky found the lips he'd been wanting to kiss all day. He kissed him long and hard, and as he felt Hutch responding to him, he slid his tongue into the warm wet softness of Hutch's mouth. The tremor that ran through Hutch's body when their tongues met caused the arousal that was building in Starsky to leap into high gear. Starsky's lips and tongue continued their passionate assault on Hutch's mouth until both men felt like they were on the verge of losing their minds.

   "Hutch," Starsky mumbled into the blond's mouth, as he slowly pulled away. "You think you could put whatever it is, that's smelling so good out in the kitchen on hold for a while? I don't think I could eat a thing right now. Well, except for maybe you," Starsky murmured as he sank his teeth lightly into Hutch's neck and then trailed slow provocative kisses along Hutch's jaw and then down into the hallow of his neck.

   "Starsk...I can't think... Hell, I can't even breathe, and you want me to do what in the kitchen?" Hutch was feeling as if every part of his body was being short-circuited.

   "Just go shut the oven off and meet me in the bedroom." Starsky unwillingly pulled away from the warmth of Hutch.

   Already missing the closeness, and despite feeling completely off balance, Hutch managed to get to his feet. "Whose bedroom? Yours or mine?"

   "Your room, it's closer." Starsky watched as Hutch made his way toward the kitchen on trembling legs. Starsky, his legs unsteady as well, headed for Hutch's bedroom. I can't believe how good this feels. I love him so much and I'm going to show him just how much. No holding back.

   Entering the bedroom to find Starsky in the final stages of removing his clothes, Hutch stopped and watched. He found watching Starsky stripping off his clothing to be one of the most sensual experiences of his life. Hutch's body was aching for Starsky's touch. Their eyes met and each could see the love and passion that burned inside.

   Starsky sat down on the end of the bed and motioned for Hutch to join him. Hutch's heart was pounding so hard he was sure Starsky had to hear it. Standing at the foot of the bed, Hutch felt a shiver run down his spine as Starsky's hand reached out and began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Starsky slid it down Hutch's smooth, tan shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Running the palms of his hands down the naked chest elicited soft moans from both men. Then his fingers found the tiny nubs and began playing gently at first, then a bit harder. Feeling them harden from his touch, Starsky bent forward and slowly licked and then sucked the now rock hard buds.

   "Starsk, you're killing me." Hutch's knees felt as if they might give out at any second and the engorged flesh pressing firmly against his tight jeans was almost painful. Deciding he needed to take matters into his own hands, Hutch reached for the zipper of his pants only to have Starsky push his hand away.

   "That's my job, buddy."

   "I wouldn't want to tell you how to do your job, Starsk...but just...do it."

   Starsky could hear the urgency in Hutch's voice. "Getting a little impatient are we?"

   Starsky's tongue sent shivers throughout Hutch's body, which only contributed to the problem he was having with his already trembling knees. "Starsk, please."

   Starsky's hands went to work unzipping the tight jeans and yanking them down around Hutch's ankles. Hutch now stood in front of Starsky with nothing but a pair of blue briefs and a throbbing erection. The sight of the bulge in Hutch's underwear was nearly Starsky's undoing. The roles had been reversed and now Starsky was the impatient one. He slid his hands into the waistband of the briefs, pushed them down and grasped Hutch's ass with both hands, causing Hutch to moan with the sheer enjoyment of Starsky's hands on him. "I think it's about time you got in this bed with me and got down to business." Starsky's voice was filled with pent up passion. Pulling Hutch down, they both gasped when their naked bodies made contact.

   "Starsk, let me get my pants and shoes off."

   "Hurry would you?"

   Seconds later, Starsky greedily pulled Hutch down onto the bed. Neither of them could get enough of the other, as their hands roamed and stroked every inch of bare flesh. "Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think it could be this good. I can't get enough of you." Hutch could barely get the words out, as his mouth worked first one of Starsky's nipples and then the other.

   "Let me at you, babe." Starsky quickly had Hutch on his back, and before he could even wonder what Starsky was up to, Hutch's cock was engulfed in the warm moistness of Starsky's loving mouth. As every inch of his throbbing cock was sucked and licked, Hutch could only moan out loud at the exquisite pleasure he was nearly drowning in. "Oh, Jesus, Starsk. So good, so damn good."

   Starsky's hands had a firm grip on Hutch's ass, as Hutch frantically thrust himself into Starsky's mouth. "Oh, man, this is so incredible. Starsk, it's never been this good before. Never." Starsky thought he'd come just listening to the tortured sounds coming from Hutch's mouth. "Starsky, I need to come. Ah, man." Hutch's breathing was ragged and labored.

   Starsky kneaded the soft butt cheeks he still held firmly in his hands and then parted them slightly and let his index finger slowly tease the tight opening. All the while his finger was teasing the entrance to Hutch's body, Hutch's shaft continued it's frantic thrusting into Starsky's mouth. Sensing Hutch was on the edge needing only a slight push, Starsky slid the teasing index finger into the tight anus. Hutch screamed Starsky's name loudly, shuddering and groaning in blissful agony as he climaxed harder than he could ever remember.

   Starsky swallowed the warm rush of bitter fluid that flooded his mouth without a second thought. This was for Hutch. This was part of Hutch. Releasing Hutch's now soft cock, Starsky pressed his lips to the warm flesh, "That was something else, buddy."

   "Starsk." Hutch pulled Starsky up so he could see the face of the man who had just loved him so completely. "That was more than something else. I swear, I've never come so hard. Pulling Starsky in a warm embrace, Hutch knew he had never felt this content or happy in his entire life. Finding Starsky's mouth, he caressed the soft lips with the tip of his tongue. "Your turn, babe." Hutch could feel Starsky's engorged flesh pressed against his thigh. "However you want it. Whatever you need."

   "God, Hutch, I love you so much. All I want is for you to hold me and let me do the rest."

   "You deserve more than that. So much more than that," Hutch whispered softly as he stroked him from the neck down to his firm buttocks. "You feel so good. And you sure made me feel good." Hutch cupped Starsky's ass, as Starsky began a rocking motion against Hutch's thigh. Feeling somewhat frustrated at not being able to do more for his lover, Hutch reached down and took Starsky's rock hard shaft in his hand, fondling and stroking it until Starsky was panting and groaning his appreciation.

   "You're so beautiful, Starsk." Hutch found the vision of an aroused Starsky to be one very intoxicating sight. He continued his stroking, increasing the tempo; he knew it wouldn't be long now. The urge to take Starsky in his mouth became too much for Hutch. Releasing the throbbing organ he held in his hand, he slid down and took it deep into his mouth.

   The emotions coursing through Hutch were almost as intense as the physical pleasure. Starsky's cock in his mouth was such an incredibly intimate thing. Such an expression of his love for his partner. He found it almost as rewarding as when their roles had been reversed and it had been his cock in Starsky's warm mouth. As he alternately sucked and licked the hot thrusting cock, he felt Starsky's body tense with impending orgasm as he let out a long intense groan, and then Hutch felt the flood of warm semen fill his mouth. He swallowed it, almost savoring the taste. "I love you, Starsk."

   Starsky reached down and, with still trembling arms, pulled Hutch up into a tight embrace. "I love you, too." Starsky brushed a strand of fine blond hair off Hutch's forehead and then lightly touched the sweat dampened forehead with his lips. "Is it just me or do we seem to be getting better and better at this?"

   "Well, you know what they say, practice makes perfect." Hutch was enjoying the feeling of closeness. He had never felt more loved. "I'm looking forward to lots and lots of practice."

   Starsky loved the feel of Hutch in his arms, and he loved the sight of Hutch all flushed and satisfied. "You're beautiful, you know that?" Starsky's eyes roved over his partner, taking the time to appreciate every inch of the bare body that he held so snugly in his arms.

   "As I've said before, you really need to get your eyes checked."

   "I'll have you know that it hasn't been that long since I had my eyes checked. And they were just fine." Starsky slid his hands down his lover's body, coming to rest on Hutch's hip. "And my eyes tell me that you've gotten a bit on the skinny side. You've haven't been taking very good care of yourself lately. That's gonna change, right?"

   "Yeah, Starsk, it's going to change. My appetite's back, so the few pounds I've lost will soon be back, and I'm going to start running again. Our lives will get back to normal. Well, maybe a bit better than normal." Hutch grinned and then planted a kiss firmly on the furry chest of his partner. "I've never in my life felt this happy."

   "I've never been happier either, but..." Starsky sighed deeply, releasing his hold on Hutch. "I just wonder how we should handle things. I mean do we have to live the rest of lives hiding our true feelings for each other? I'm almost afraid people will know just by looking at me that I'm living some sort of lie. Like it's engraved on my forehead or something."

   Hutch laughed softly and pushed soft auburn curls off his partner's forehead. "Nope nothing engraved there. Seriously, though, Starsk, I don't think we have a choice right now. We go on with our lives just like before, except now we sleep together. I mean we never were the kind who went into details of our sex lives with others. We've always spent a large majority of our free time together. I don't think anyone will notice any difference in us. I think we'll reach a point in our lives where we'll be comfortable enough to share 'our secret,' as you call it, with a few close friends and maybe even our family. You know, people we trust. We have to think of our careers. That is, unless you're ready to give up being a cop? Are you?"

   "No, but I will If I have to. If it came down to a choice between you and being a cop, you'd win hands down, partner."

   "I'm happy to hear that." Hutch snuggled closer to Starsky, his tongue finding an ear beneath the heavy curls.

   "Hey, cut it out." Starsky shivered helplessly as Hutch's tongue explored his ear. "You've completely exhausted me, and I've had no dinner. I'm just about starving here. I need some nourishment before I can go another practice round."

   "So all I have to do is see that you get fed and then I can have my way with you again?"

   "No, then I can have my way with you again." Starsky laughed, then pulled Hutch into a tight hug. "I love you."

   "Yeah, I love you, too. Come on, I'll feed you."

   While Hutch warmed up their dinner, Starsky took a quick shower. Drying off, he smiled seeing the two robes hanging on the back of the door. Looks like you thought of everything, partner. Razor, toothbrush, comb. Yep, you have everything covered.

   "Smells great, Hutch." Hutch turned to see his partner in the doorway wearing his new robe, dark curls still damp from his shower.

   "And you look pretty good." Hutch grinned as he watched a slight blush spread across the face of his friend turned lover.

   "Now who needs their eyes checked?" Starsky shot back.

   "So maybe we both need glasses. But you'd still look good to me."

   "Okay, enough on how good we both look, I need to know something. Hutch, you didn't go into debt too far for all this did you?" Starsky motioned toward the living room indicating the entertainment center and new furniture. "I mean it's really great and all, but you really didn't need to do it."

   I know I didn't have to. I wanted to do it. I want this place to be like our home. You know, a place for both of us. You know me; I'm happy just having my guitar and the beach. Thought maybe you'd enjoy the new TV and VCR."

   "Enjoy it? Hell, yeah, I'll enjoy it. But remember, Hutch, I know how much money you earn."

   "Just thank Grandfather Hutchinson. This place and everything in it was paid for with money from the trust fund he left me."

   Starsky stared at Hutch for a moment, realizing he had forgotten about Hutch coming from a wealthy family. It wasn't like Hutch lived like a wealthy man.

   "Starsk, you don't have a problem with that do you?" Hutch felt a slight wave of apprehension. I hope he doesn't think I'm flaunting the fact that I have a trust fund.

   Shaking his head, Starsky replied, "Nope, no problem. Guess it's just as easy to love a rich man as a poor man. Of course, you do realize you're stuck with a poor Starsky."

   Hutch shook his head sadly, "Yeah, just my luck to fall in love with a poor man. Tell you what, if you don't let my money bother you, I won't let your lack of it bother me."

   "You've got a deal," Starsky laughed. "You gonna feed me now or what?

   "Yeah, I'm going to feed you. Go sit down at the table, and I'll even serve it to you."

   "Man, I could get real use to this kind of treatment," Starsky chuckled as he sat down.

   "Well, don't." Hutch placed a plate in front of Starsky and then gave him a playful hit along side his head.

   "You know this is really nice, Hutch, having dinner here in front of the window."

   "You amaze me sometimes, Starsky. The window view was for me. I figured you'd be glued to the TV."

   "That's what I meant, Hutch, it's nice you have the window to look out of while I watch TV."

   Leaning down, Hutch pulled Starsky into a slow, thoughtful kiss. Releasing him, Hutch grinned. "Don't ever change, partner."

   "I doubt you have to worry about that." Starsky reached up and ran his fingers lightly though the blond hair. "You can stay the way you are, too. I love you just the way you are."

   Taking his seat Hutch leaned back, a smile on his face. "I think I'm going to like being more than friends."

   "That makes two of us." Starsky smiled across the table.

THE END