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Just
Supposing – Part Four
By
Nicola Ditty aka britwizz
PSR:
Sequel to “Just Supposing – Part Three”. Climactic
events.
Disclaimer: Starsky & Hutch are not
mine. If they were, do you think
for one second I’d want to share them?
Warning: For mature audiences. THIS
IS SLASH. Consider yourself warned!
Comments
and feedback welcome. Share your thoughts with me at britwizz@msn.com
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”True
love stories never have endings”
~
Richard Bach
31.
Egence
He
breaks the kiss, his hands drifting, his eyes still holding
me.
I
think I’m supposed to say something here. Something
meaningful. Something like, “I love you.” But I can’t get past how he
looks right now, with his stained pants and freshly fucked hair… Then he slicks
his lips and it looks so…wanton.
I
know I’ll say it all wrong, jumbled words spilling everywhere like soup, killing
this moment. So I say, “Any chance you’ll be wanting to
do that again sometime soon?”
That’s
close enough to what I wanted to say, and what he needs to
hear.
32. Tropism
Instead
of pushing me away, he draws me close. And, God, how I’m drawn to him - the
proverbial moth, featherweight and unsubstantial, and if I don’t wrap my arms
around him, I’ll fly away like ashes in a breeze.
His
tongue is welcome in my mouth, making its careful circuit as if to wash away the
aftertaste. He should know by now that some things are indelible. Permanently
etched like a tattoo. Like scars…
And
scars, to me, are nothing more than proof of perpetuity.
He’s
got a lot to learn…I suppose it’s only fair that I teach
him.
33. Crucible
Blame it on
the long, dry season, but it’s hot in here. Hotter still where
he drapes over me - crummy mattress but a great
blanket.
He shifts
just a little and that’s all it takes to get me hard again, like steel.
He blushes,
almost shy. And way too polite, too nice all of a
sudden. This isn’t gonna cut it…
Like a
thief I dip my fingers into his pants pockets, pulling his crotch closer to
mine, and grind upwards. Not subtle…not ‘nice’, I suppose, but he gets the
message.
The look in
his eyes gives me chills.
34. Diabatic
He
says, “Bed, Hutch,” and before we’re even halfway there I’m naked and starting
on his clothes.
I
tumble us both down, stripping him, introducing my
tongue to every inch of his skin, while he pants, “Tell me. Tell me what… How…”
Sucking
his fingers into my mouth, how am I supposed to tell him anything?
Then,
heavy-lidded, watching me as I rise above him, he suddenly knows. Trailing spit-slicked digits
behind to where the action’s going to be, he’s still surprised when I open to
his touch and impale myself, a willing sacrifice.
We
groan in harmony.
35. Empyrean
Like
a glove his heat wraps my fingers. I feel him strain, his pain pulsing from
stretched muscles, tension across every surface…but his mouth hangs loosely,
gasping. He looks like an athlete, he looks like an angel, and he offers me
something I didn’t even know I wanted.
Rocking
forward, he’s free to move - and he does. Towards me, not
away. Reaching back to grasp my cock in one hand, jacking me softly like
he thinks I’ll break. Maybe I will…
“Think
we’re ready, babe?” he whispers, and aligns us.
I’m
supposed to think at a moment like this?
36. Esurient
His
eyes are the center of my universe even as I slide roughly onto his length, even
as I’m torn apart, heart and soul. The sensation of fullness is more than just
physical.
I
rise…and fall and rise, setting a rhythm that will make this last because it’s
nothing like I remember…richer, sweeter, a higher high. Never to be
forgotten.
His
hands grasp my hips, my hands cover his to press them
deep into my flesh. Tomorrow, I suppose, there’ll be bruises - already there is
blood; I feel it.
In
this sublime act, I know, is our beginning…
37. Hasbara
I think
I’ve got it all figured out.
It’s how
we’re raised, I suppose…us guys. We learn pretty early that we need girls…women...to prove we’re
real men. A woman’s softness, her sweetness and fragile
beauty. Stray off course and guys start pissing on you, putting you
down.
Watching
Hutch, I know I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this man, lean-muscled, angular…and all
man. I feel his power over me. His
strength.
In a fair
fight, he’d take me. But this ain’t fair - he’s taking everything, every inch of
me, every scrap.
I
surrender.
38. Onomatopoeia
Mrs.
Starsky, I’ve corrupted your boy. Leastways, I hope I have…I don’t think he
minds too much, judging by the way he yelled my name as he
released.
I
said his name, too - it came out as a gasp while I shot my load in slapdash
spurts up to his throat. A hiss like steam, as the sweat poured from my face
onto his belly...
I
haven’t moved since: every joint has seized and, discounting the obvious,
there’s not a single muscle that doesn’t burn.
Whispering,
“Hey, Starsk, d’you suppose you’ll be
waking up soon,” I mean soon, sincerely.
Sorry, Ma -
kiss grandkids goodbye. Not that I suppose for an instant you’d ever put your
mouth where they just went!
But I’m
pretty sure I will… One day my mouth’ll go over every
inch of that body, learning him by touch alone. Gonna have to; I can’t look at
him. If I open my eyes I’ll just want to fuck him again. And
again.
Maybe we
need a time out…and maybe he should stop clenching his ass ’round me like
that.
I’m glad I
died; now we’ve got all the time in the world to figure this
out.
“So
here’s the plan,” he says, “We buy a house--”
“Or
a duplex--”
“Or
maybe just another apartment, nothing fancy--”
“Kitchen…bathroom…bedroom…”
“With
a real big bed--”
That’s
as far as we get. Dropping heavy hints with his eyebrows, he makes an offer I
can’t refuse and something in me stirs, comes alive.
He’s
sprawling, spread-eagled, ready - willing to give up everything to me… For
me.
We
should look at that, discuss the implications. And we will…after I’ve loved him
within an inch of his life.
This
could take a while…
Like
forever…
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