Series: Sequel to Mr Fix-It and 7th in the 'Fix' series.
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The Only Fix I Need

By

TJ

   A month had passed since the encounter where Starsky's intense needs had surfaced, dark and violent. Since then, he had been more than solicitous of Hutch, needing to somehow give back some of what Hutch had so freely given him.

   For his part, Hutch enjoyed the attention. It was nice to be treated like something rare and precious. If exploring Starsky's darker tendencies brought out this kind of treatment afterwards, Hutch thought they might start exploring a bit more often.

   Thinking of Starsky's dark fantasies brought his own to mind. He had been thinking about it a lot lately. Thinking about having his beautiful, passionate lover on his knees. Thinking about all that strength, both physical and mental, bent to his will alone. And if just thinking about it made him painfully hard, maybe it was time to act.

   Hutch waited until their next weekend off, wanting to be sure his plans would not be interrupted. He even informed Dobey that he was taking Starsky away for a surprise vacation. The captain had promised both not to call them and not to breathe a word to Starsky.

   Friday night, after their shift was over, Hutch put his plan into action. "Get in the passenger seat and put these on," Hutch said as he handed Starsky a pair of sunglasses.

   "What's goin' on, partner?" Starsky moved around to the passenger side of the Torino. As soon as he put the glasses on he realized the insides had been painted black.

   "My turn," was all Hutch said as he slid in beside him and started the car.

   Starsky opened his mouth to reply then closed it. It looked like Hutch was ready to act out a few fantasies of his own. There was no way he was going to do anything to interfere. He thought back to what Hutch had told him about wanting to make him beg and felt his groin tingle. He couldn't wait to find out what the blond had planned for him.

   They drove for an hour before Hutch brought the Torino to a halt outside a small a small beach house. He had thought about going back to Santa Barbara, but discarded the idea. He wanted someplace new, someplace that didn't hold any memories for them. And someplace they never had to go back to if things didn't go so well.

   "Stay put," Hutch said as he got out and unlocked the front door. Returning to the car, he helped his essentially blind partner out and led him inside. After Starsky was inside he hurried back out to the car to grab the overnight bag he stashed there earlier.

   "You can take the glasses off now," Hutch said as he set the bag down and locked the door.

   "Where are we?" Starsky asked. He blinked rapidly, his eyes adjusting to the light, and looked around the strange living room.

   "Just someplace I rented for the weekend." Hutch let his words and tone show that no more information would be forthcoming. He wanted his partner off guard. Not knowing where he was would do that nicely.

   "So now what?" Starsky asked, impatient to get on with things. Hutch's calmness was a bit intimidating.

   "Take off your clothes," Hutch instructed, his voice icy cool. When Starsky was naked, he threw a small strip of leather to him. "Put that on."

   "What is it?" Starsky asked.

   "A collar," came the soft reply.

   Starsky's eyes jerked up to meet those of his partner. Hutch had not just told him to put on a collar. No way. Not Hutch. Even as he tried to get his mind around what his partner had just said, his body was responding. He felt his cock start to swell as he imagined wearing Hutch's collar.

   With shaking hands, Starsky snapped the thin leather around his neck. It fit snugly, as if made specifically for him. Starsky also noticed a small metal ring attached to it. He guessed that was where the leash went.

   "The bedroom's down the hall to the left," Hutch said. "I want you to go lie down on the bed and wait for me."

   "Whatever you want, Hutch," Starsky replied as he walked across the room. He meant it, too. Whatever Hutch wanted this weekend would be his.

   "And Starsk, same rules apply," Hutch called out. "If it gets to be too much, just say Dobey."

   Hutch waited twenty minutes before walking into the bedroom. He wanted to give enough time for Starsky's initial ardor to fade and nervousness to set in. Not that he wanted his lover scared, just... unsure. And Hutch knew, if anyone did, just how much it took to rattle his partner.

   "You look good like that," Hutch said as he toed off his shoes and took off his shirt. He thought about getting undressed completely, but there was something vulnerable about being naked when the other person was still dressed. He wanted Starsky to feel that vulnerability.

   Climbing onto the bed he kissed his lover deeply, enjoying the sounds Starsky made. He lowered himself down onto Starsky's chest as they continued to kiss. He drove his tongue as far inside the other man's mouth as he could and inhaled, stealing his lover's breath. Starsky tried to pull back, to catch his breath, but Hutch wouldn't let him. He held his head in place and kept kissing him. He waited until he felt Starsky start to struggle, then pulled back and watched as Starsky gasped. Hutch let him breath for a minute before taking his mouth once more.

   Again and again he repeated the process until Starsky's face was flushed red and he begged his lover to stop. "Please, Hutch... no more. Let me... breath... for a minute," Starsky begged as he gulped in air.

   Hutch's only response was to pull his lover's head to the side and latch onto his neck hard. The sudden sting of Hutch's teeth biting into his neck made Starsky jump and squirm, but Hutch's body held him in place.

   Only when Hutch was satisfied with the mark he had put on his lover did he move. He began to inch his way downward, kissing and licking, until he reached Starsky's nipple. He attacked it the same way he'd attacked both Starsky's mouth and neck, biting and licking and sucking until the little nub stood out red and swollen and Starsky was squirming beneath him.

   Starsky wiggled and squirmed, trying to dislodge that hot mouth from his tender flesh. His nipple was starting to hurt from the onslaught of attention, but Hutch was refusing to give up his prize. The words were on the tip of his tongue. The words he knew Hutch wanted to hear. But something in him refused to say them. Not yet. Hutch wanted this, but he also wanted to work for it. Of that, Starsky was sure. He hoped he could hold out long enough to make it good for his lover.

   Without warning, Hutch switched to the other nipple. Starsky gasped as his swollen flesh was released, then groaned when he realized that Hutch was doing the same to the nipple now in his mouth. He wondered how long it would take before Hutch found the need to restrain him.

   Just as Starsky started to squirm again, Hutch whipped his head back to the first nipple and bit down. Starsky howled at the over-stimulation and tried to jerk away. Hutch was prepared for him, though, and held him down, forcing him to endure the almost painful caress.

   "Hutch, please!" Starsky cried out, unable to hold back any longer. "Stop. Please. I can't take any more."

   Hutch raised his head and smiled down at his panting lover. The dark blue eyes were over-bright as he struggled to maintain his composure. This was what he had wanted. To take Starsky to the edge of the abyss and back again. The absolute trust he saw mirrored in those eyes was the single greatest gift he had ever been given.

   "Do you have any idea what it does to me to hear you beg like that?" Hutch purred as he stroked his lover's face. "This, what we have right now, this trust... this love... is the only fix I will ever need. I love you so much, David."

   "I love you, too," Starsky whispered.

   "I'm going to tie your hands now," Hutch said as he sat up. "Then I'm going to tease you until you think you're going to die. Then I'm going to take you. Would you like that?"

   "Yes," came the immediate reply. "Please. I want you so bad."

   Raising up, Hutch moved off the bed to retrieve the leather straps he'd brought along. The straps were soft and wide, perfect for binding his lover's wrists without causing any unnecessary chafing. They clipped together to hold their captive but, with a little effort, Starsky would be able to get free if need be.

   When Hutch returned to the bed Starsky rolled over and put his arms behind his back. Hutch climbed onto his legs, enjoying the feel of his lover beneath him. One wrist at a time, he fastened the leather in place then clipped them together. When he was finished, Starsky's arms were bent behind his back and fastened at the wrists. Sitting back on his partner's legs, Hutch took a moment to enjoy the view. The leather around Starsky's neck matched that at his wrists perfectly as though Starsky had been gift-wrapped just for Hutch.

   "You look so good like this," Hutch purred, bending down and running his tongue over the other man's back. "I'd love to just spread your legs and slide myself inside you."

   "Go ahead," Starsky murmured.

   "Not yet," Hutch said. He got up again and carefully rolled his bound lover onto his back.

   "Whatever you want, Hutch," Starsky vowed, locking eyes with his lover. "I'm all yours."

   "Spread your legs as wide as you can," Hutch instructed. He waited until Starsky complied before settling between the strong thighs. Starsky's cock was still hard and Hutch wasted no time in getting it into his mouth.

   "Shit!" Starsky gasped at the unexpected sensation. He hadn't expected Hutch to go down on him.

   Hutch waited until Starsky settled down before reaching up to squeeze his partner's tender nipples. Starsky nearly bucked him off the bed as his sore flesh was squeezed and rolled. Hutch matched the movement of his mouth with that of his hands, bobbing up and down as he squeezed and released.

   The dual sensations, pleasure and pain, from his cock and his chest sent Starsky's arousal spiking out of control. He could tell Hutch was being careful not to squeeze his already bruised flesh too hard, but any contact at all right now was too much. He moaned and writhed, desperate to get away from those hands while equally desperate not to get away from the mouth that was devouring him.

   "Hutch... please..." Starsky begged, amazed at how quickly his partner had brought him to this point again. "Stop. It hurts. Please, Hutch... Please let me come."

   Hutch ignored his lover's protests. In fact, every time Starsky asked him to stop, he squeezed a little harder or sped up his bobbing head. He wanted more than words this time. This time, he wanted a piece of Starsky's soul.

   "Hutch, please!" The sob that tore its way from Starsky's throat was what Hutch had been waiting for. Brushing his fingers over his partner's sore nipples one last time, he pulled his head off the man's dripping penis and smiled at him.

   Starsky's breath was coming in harsh gasps as he struggled for control. He had never in his life given them much of his control, this much of his self, over to a lover. His body still spasmed, reacting to a touch that was no longer there and he sobbed again when he felt Hutch's hands on his sides, gentling him.

   "You're so beautiful," Hutch murmured as he stroked and soothed his lover. "No one's ever trusted me like this before. No one. Just you, David."

   "I l-love you," Starsky whispered, his throat hoarse and scratchy now.

   "I love you, too." Hutch reached down and seized the saliva-wet erection in his hand. Starsky moaned at the contact and tried to thrust, but Hutch held him in place. Making sure to keep his grip tight enough to excite, but too loose to make him come, Hutch began to stroke his lover.

   "C'mon, Hutch," Starsky gasped. "Let me come, buddy. My balls are startin' to hurt."

   "No."

   Starsky bit his lip as Hutch continued to slow stroking. He was trapped, his arousal teetering on the edge. All he needed was a little bit more to push him over, but his lover refused to give him that push. Giving up on his lip, Starsky ground his teeth together and tried to ride it out.

   "Please, Hutch," Starsky pleaded softly, his body growing more and more desperate for release.

   "Please what?" Hutch asked. "What is it you want, David?"

   "Let me come," Starsky quickly replied. "Please, let me come. It hurts, Hutch."

   "I know," Hutch said. "I'm sorry. I wish it didn't have to hurt. Tell me, David. Tell me how you want to come."

   "Any way!" Starsky cried out, thrashing as he tried to force Hutch to give him the stimulus he needed.

   "Not good enough, lover," Hutch said. He used his body weight to hold Starsky down and ride out his partner's wild bucking.

   "Hutch..."

   "Tell me!" Hutch demanded. "Tell me how you want it. Do you want my hand? Or would you rather have my mouth? Would you like that? To have my mouth on your cock, taking you inside me, letting you fuck my face?"

   "Yes! Anything. Anything, please." Starsky felt the tears leak from his eyes and didn't care. He was so close, so close and Hutch was keeping him there. Hutch was keeping him right there and wouldn't let him go any farther.

   "Or would you rather have my cock?" Hutch whispered, getting Starsky's complete attention. "Would you rather have ME inside YOU? Would you like that instead? Would you like to feel me pounding and rutting in you, filling you up inside?"

   "Oh, God," Starsky moaned. The erotic image his partner had painted ran through his head, making his cock swell and his balls ache painfully. "Yes. Fuck me, Hutch. Please. Please, fuck me."

   "Why should I?" Hutch taunted him.

   Starsky sobbed again as he forced himself to say the words. "Because I need it. I need to feel you inside me. I need you. Please. Please. Help me. Gimme what I need, babe. Please."

   Hutch reached down and picked up the small bottle of oil he'd dropped beside the bed earlier. He slicked his penis, careful of his own arousal, then slid his oil-covered hands down to Starsky's ass. Spreading the cheeks, he teased the opening briefly before sliding his finger inside.

   Starsky groaned at the feeling of Hutch's long finger sinking into him. He spread his legs wider and tried to push back against the invader, but Hutch wouldn't let him. All he could do was lay there and take it as Hutch finger-fucked his hole.

   Pulling his finger free, Hutch quickly replaced it with two, as well as a good deal more oil. He purposely avoided any contact with Starsky's prostate. He knew how close his partner was and there was no way he was letting the man come. Not yet.

   Starsky's head rolled from side to side as Hutch prepared his body. His partner's movements were more rushed than normal and Starsky knew he was close, too. He just hoped they could both hold out long enough to get to the fucking.

   Pulling his hand free again, Hutch lifted Starsky's ass onto his thighs and leaned forward, pressing his oiled cock at Starsky's loosened hole. He paused for a moment to look down at their bodies then pressed forward as slowly as he could. The sight of his cock disappearing into his partner's body almost pushed him over the edge and he quickly looked up into his lover's eyes.

   "Please, Hutch," Starsky implored. "No more teasing. Don't make me beg no more. Take us where we both wanna go."

   It was all Hutch could take. Throwing his head back, he roared as he thrust forward hard, impaling Starsky on his cock. He could hear Starsky's answering shout, as he pulled back and thrust forward again. Gripping his lover's hips hard, he pulled Starsky back as he thrust forward and came. As he felt himself filling his lover's body, he reached down and wrapped his hand around Starsky's hard cock. A single stroke was enough to send him flying over the edge to join Hutch on the other side, his ejaculate splattering his chest and stomach.

   Sated at last, the two lovers lay panting on the bed. Hutch managed to pull himself together first, eager to ensure that he hadn't hurt his lover. Pulling his spent cock from Starsky's body, he was relieved to see it there was no blood. He hurried to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. Hutch cleaned his lover as gently as he could, being extra careful of the obviously painful nipples. Once Starsky was clean, Hutch rolled him onto his side and freed his hands.

   When he reached for the collar, Starsky grabbed his arm. "I want to wear it," Starsky said, blushing at the admission.

   "You don't have to wear a collar to belong to me, Starsk," Hutch said, stroking his cheek lovingly.

   "I know," Starsky replied. "But I want to. It's your collar. I want to wear it. No man has EVER collared me before. Or made me beg like that. None ever will again. Just you, babe."

   "Good," Hutch said, pulling his exhausted lover into his arms. He snagged the blanket and pulled it over them, making sure Starsky was well covered. "I love you, David."

   "I love you, too."

   "I meant what I said," Hutch murmured as sleep claimed him. "You're the only fix I'll ever need."

   "I'm gonna hold you to that, blondie," Starsky whispered softly, letting sleep claim him as well.

THE END