Two Dragons

Disclaimer: I do not own Starsky & Hutch.

It had been a month since Big Earl had made Starsky and Hutch remove their clothing and pretend to be two dragons for him in exchange for the cocaine he had received from Reese Feldman. He missed those guys, especially the blond one. So he decided to add some color to the black and white sketch he made a while ago. He brought out his supply of colored pencils.

He hummed happily to himself as he filled in the spaces with just the right colors. An hour went by. Then he stood back to admire his work.

"Beautiful," he said. He had captured Hutch's facial likeness perfectly in this drawing of a dragon with a human head.

He decided to finally make that telephone call that he had been wanting to do ever since he got the number from Reese as partial payment for having the pony delivered. He had been too scared to call the number up until now.

Big Earl thought of what he would say when the party on the other end of the line picked up the phone. His hands were shaking. He went to the pay phone, took a deep breath and nervously dialed the number.

It rang several times. No answer. Big Earl let it ring twenty times before he gave up.

Then he decided to try the other number.

*****

The two handsomest sexiest cops of the Bay City Police Department were lying in bed together. They were still dressed, but Hutch was determined to change that very quickly.

He removed Starsky's shoes and socks.

Such cute toes, thought Hutch. He gently rubbed Starsky's feet.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mmmmm," moaned Starsky as he nodded.

Hutch then started to unbutton Starsky's shirt. Starsky put up a token amount of resistance, but then allowed Hutch to unbutton and open the shirt.

"Now the belt," said Hutch as he unbuckled Starsky's leather belt.

"And the jeans." Hutch unzipped Starsky's tight-fitting denim jeans and removed them.

"And now I find out if your hair is permed or naturally curly," said Hutch as he pulled off Starsky's white cotten briefs. He grinned as he gazed down at his partner's dark curly pubic hair.

"I told you so!" said Starsky with a smile. His smile grew bigger when Hutch engulfed Starsky's penis into his mouth and pleasured him. Starsky gently stroked Hutch's soft golden blond hair as his cock was being sucked.

Then the telephone rang.

"Damn!" said Starsky. "Don't stop what you're doing, Hutch!"

They tried to ignore the ringing of the telephone, but it was not easy.

It continued to ring. Starsky counted twelve rings and it was still ringing.

"Damn!" he repeated softly. He would have to interrupt Hutch to be able to reach over and grab the telephone. He certainly did not want Hutch to stop giving him the best blow job he ever had. But the telephone kept ringing.

Hutch stopped and said, "Maybe you should get that."

Starsky grumbled. He sat up, but before reaching for the telephone he moved closer to Hutch and gave him a sensuous kiss on the mouth. Hutch returned the kiss with one of his own.

Then Starsky reluctantly broke away from Hutch and picked up the telephone receiver.

"This had better be important," he growled.

Hutch watched Starsky's face.

"Yes, he is here," said Starsky giving Hutch a puzzled look. "Who's calling?"

Pause. Angry look on Starsky's face.

"How the hell did you get this number?"

Pause. Angrier look on Starsky's face.

"No, you may NOT speak with him! Don't you ever call this number again! Or HIS number either! You understand?"

Pause.

"Well, no, we haven't done it again."

Done what, wondered Hutch listening to this one-sided telephone conversation.

"Listen, I am hanging up now, okay? Don't call me anymore! And don't you dare call him either! Savvy?"

Starsky slammed down the telephone receiver.

Hutch waited from him to speak. Nothing.

"Well? Who was that?"

"Big Earl."

Hutch's mouth dropped open. Such an adorable mouth. Starsky wanted to put that mouth to work sucking his penis. But he knew Hutch was feeling nervous at hearing Big Earl's name, so asking him to continue with the blow job would be inconsiderate.

"Uh, so what did Big Earl want?"

"Obviously you, gorgeous," said Starsky. "He dialed your number first, but got no answer. So then he called here."

"How did he get our numbers?"

"He didn't say. Might have been from Reese and his man Kevin. Remember when they blew up your house? They must have dug up our addresses and numbers somehow."

"Big Earl's still in prison, right?"

"Right. So he said."

"When he asked if we had done it again, what did he mean? Done what again?"

"You know," said Starsky. "That thing that we agreed we'd never talk about ever again."

"Oh." Hutch became very quiet.

Then Starsky cleared his throat and put his arms around Hutch.

"But now that I think about it, it might actually be fun to do it again. We're not the same guys we were a month ago."

Hutch smiled. "That's right. And this time we should do it sans underwear."

"It's as if you were reading my mind," said Starsky.

THE END