A bouquet of roses and lots of thanks to Solo and SHaron for all their help scanning and proofing these classic stories of Constance Collins! This story originally appeared in the zine Penal Code 2.
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Pick Up
by
Constance Collins
Hutch calmly finished his meal and paid for it. It wasn't the first meal he'd had disrupted by a stupid argument, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, so he'd learned to keep himself in control and go on eating. There's no point in wasting a perfectly good meal over some petty nonsense.
A figure leaned provocatively against the door frame and slunk aside to let Hutch pass outside into the brisk evening air.
"Lonely tonight?"
Hutch could feel the puffs of breath against his throat. He paused considering; he wasn't in the best of moods, but maybe this was what he needed to make himself feel better.
"I'm alone," he replied neutrally.
Blue eyes regarded him for a moment, then one finger touched the sleeve of his silk suit, stroking the fabric appreciatively. "You've got good taste."
"It was a gift from my wife," Hutch answered shortly. This game was dragging and his mood was becoming blacker. "So, how much?"
"Man in a silk suit shouldn't have to worry how much."
"Cops aren't that fortunate."
The finger dropped from his suit. "Have a nice life."
Hutch watched the retreating figure for a moment, irritated. "Come on, my car's over there."
A siren smile. "Sweet talker."
The ride to Hutch's apartment was quiet, but the hot body pressed against his spoke volumes and the hand stroking his thigh abated the chill.
Stopping the LTD in front of his apartment, Hutch turned to the young man draped over him. "You never told me what this would cost."
A calculating smile, "Depends what you want." Appraising eyes followed the length of Hutch's body, sweeping over his hair, lingering at his throat then moving down to his swelling crotch. The man licked his lips as if considering what he'd like to do and Hutch felt his face flush scarlet. It was picked up on immediately. "This your first time, Blondie?"
"Don't call me that."
A shrug. "Haven't told me your name."
"You haven't told me yours either," Hutch countered.
"Call me whatever you want to."
Hutch trailed one hand down the other man's face. "David."
"An' what do I call you?"
"You don't have to call me anything."
"Suit yourself. So, you want to do it here in the car, or you have a place around here?"
Hutch motioned to Venice Place. "Upstairs."
A nod, then David opened the car door and got out, shivering as he waited for Hutch to join him on the sidewalk.
"Have you been doing this long?" Hutch asked as they climbed the stairs.
"While now." Silence then, "You been a cop long?"
Hutch sighed, "Too long."
"Don't sound too happy..."
"Skip it."
"Sure thing."
Hutch unlocked the door and the two men entered the apartment.
David roamed around, fingering the leaves of the plants, running his hands down the spine of books showing the same graceful appreciation of Hutch's things as he had for the suit. "Nice place."
"Thanks." Hutch watched him, envying the small white statue David's hand's caressed. "You want a beer?"
David put down the statue and picked up a green bowl. He shot Hutch an exquisite smile. "Love this one."
Hutch removed jacket and tie, draping them over the back of a chair, and kicked off his shoes before going to the refrigerator for a couple of beers. Following Hutch's lead, David removed his own jacket, laying it carefully across the back of the sofa.
They sat on the sofa in a peculiarly comfortable silence drinking their beers, David running his fingers over the patterns of the Navajo blanket.
"You play?"
Hutch's head jerked around. "What?"
Motioning to the guitar against the wall. "Guitar... you play it?"
"Yeah a little." Suddenly ill at ease, Hutch found himself abruptly asking "How much to stay the night?"
David looked him squarely in the eyes. "You want me to spend the whole night?"
Hutch took out his wallet. "What'll it cost?"
The midnight eyes narrowed. "You after something kinky?"
"I want to make love to you."
The eyes softened. "No charge."
David covered Hutch's hand with his own and entwined their fingers then stood. "Where's the bedroom?"
Hutch rose, his grip tightening slightly on the hand he held as he led the way.
David undressed, Hutch sat on the bed watching. First the navy blue patterned tie flew across the room then the black shoes were kicked off and under the bed. A pair of silver cuff links bounced on the bed next to Hutch. He picked one up examining it trying to reconcile it with the polyester suit David wore.
"Hey you gettin' bored or somethin'?"
Hutch shook his head.
"Good." David unbuttoned his shirt not removing it but letting it hang open showing the downy dark hair on his chest.
Slowly, teasingly, David unzipped his pants and slid the trousers down; there was nothing between them and the delicate skin below. He kicked away the puddle of fabric, bucking his hips seductively. "So d'ya dig the show?"
Hutch stood unbuttoned his shirt as he approached David, inspecting the strong muscular body. "You're very beautiful."
A grin. "So I've been told."
Hutch's hands came up to frame his face holding it gently then David was kissed thoroughly, Hutch's tongue licking at his lips, and finally penetrating his mouth.
David's fingers found and fumbled with Hutch's zipper, eventually getting his hand inside the silk trousers and tight jockey shorts to stroke Hutch's growing erection. Hutch gasped into his mouth and David put his free arm around Hutch's neck to hold on. Then Hutch was pressing backward pushing them both onto the bed, David's knees spread for Hutch to lay between. His mouth never left David's.
Somehow Hutch's clothes wound up wadded at the foot of the bed; arms encircling each other, legs entangled, open mouths fastened tight, the two men humped their hips against each other frantically. David slid one hand down between their bodies, found Hutch's throbbing cock and rubbed it against his own.
The wild sensations and passionate kisses left him breathless. "David... David!"
"Hold on baby..."
As he felt himself begin to come, David squirmed out of his embrace and moved down to take Hutch's cock in his mouth. Grabbing hold of bucking hips, David held on, following the violent rhythm.
Hutch returned to earth feeling David's tongue licking the sweat and semen from his stomach and between his legs. He tangled one hand in David's soft dark hair using the other to caress David's face. "Did, ah, did you ..."
"Uh-huh, right after you did. Geeze, you're sexy." David slipped his shirt off and scooted up to lay against Hutch, kissing him. "Can you taste you on me?"
"Yeah. Oh yeah ..." I Hutch kissed him deeply savoring the taste of himself.
"So, whatja think that was worth?"
"I've got about twenty dollars left in my wallet."
"Twenty bucks!" Starsky sat up looking deeply insulted. "For twenty bucks I wouldn'ta ridden home with you. Watcha got in the 'fridge?"
"Leftover tuna salad. I had steak for dinner," he added smugly.
"Yeah, well, you're a real prick."
"You should have stayed and finished your dinner."
"You know you're a damn slow eater. I'm surprised I didn't get busted lounging in the doorway waiting for you. An' I coulda froze to death."
"Not in forty-four degree weather you couldn't. And is this your warped way of saying your sorry for acting like a jerk at dinner?"
"I'm sorry? Hell no, this is my way of getting my rocks off after my partner yelled at me in front of rich people and snobby waiters. An' I'm not spending the night."
As Starsky tried to rise from the bed Hutch grabbed one of his wrists and pulled him back down. "Oh, yes you are."
"Well... not without an apology."
Hutch hesitated for a split second. "I apologize."
"Good." Starsky snuggled against him, face buried in Hutch's neck. After a moment he raised his head. "Van really give you that suit?"
"Yeah, why?"
"It's really ugly."