“You love him too, don't you?”

This Christmas story was inspired by a present that I bought to put in my husbands stocking.

I want to thank Dawn for the editing.

Pairing: Starsky and Hutch.
No actual sex took place in this story. No real deer where killed either.

May the Force be With You
By
Nancy's_Soul


"Hurry, blondie, get your sweet cheeks out here, I want to get started opening our presents," Starsky yelled from where he was sitting on the couch pillows in front of the Christmas tree.

Hutch carried two hot mugs of Irish coffee and a plate full of Christmas cookies out of the kitchen. He had made the cookies with his own two hands. The sugar cookies were covered with lots of icing, just the way Starsky liked them.

"I'm coming. I thought we needed a little sustenance while we open our presents," Hutch said, setting the tray with the goodies on the floor so that he could sit down next to Starsky.

"Good idea, I love these cookies, you could have 'almost' given me iced sugar cookies for my present." Starsky smacked his lips, taking a long drink of the spiked coffee. "Almost."

"I'll remember that next year and save lots of money," Hutch said as he leaned over and put a cookie in Starsky's mouth.

"Hutch, it's your turn to play Santa this year. You have to wear the Santa hat."

Drinking his coffee, Hutch sputtered. "Come on, Starsk, you know I hate to wear the hat. Why don't you wear it? You know I love you in red," Hutch said. He grabbed the Santa hat out of Starsky's lap and put it on Starsky's head.

"I love the way your hair curls up around the bottom of it. You look damn sexy."

"You're trying to distract me, Hutch, and it ain't gonna work. You're wearing the hat, and you're going to be a good Santa if you want me to sit on your lap later." Starsky took the hat off and put it on Hutch. "Enough of this messing around, let's get with the program, Santa."

Hutch enjoyed being Santa. He watched Starsky open up the box with the new fancy camera lens that he had hinted at. Hutch opened his package from Starsky that had them both laughing. It was a Chia head, which grew grass hair when watered. Starsky got a couple of shirts, a red one from Hutch and a plaid one from his mother and also nose hair clippers from Hutch. He really liked the book of maps his parents sent him and a new tent from Starsky.

After the presents were all opened and the trash picked up, the guys snuggled up in front of the Christmas tree.

"Hutch, this was great. I love spending Christmas with you." Starsky finished the last of the sugar cookies. "I love you!"

“I love you, too babe. I got something to show you just how much,” Hutch said. He reached underneath the tree skirt and pulled out a small box.

"Hutch, is that what I think it is? Did you get me a ring?"

"Would you wear my ring, Starsk, if I got you one?" Hutch asked, feeling suddenly shy. What if Starsky didn't want to wear something like this? He held out the box.

"I would be proud to, Hutch, and I don't care who sees it," Starsky vowed. “I would never take it off, that's how much I love you."

Hutch smiled, sure that his mouth couldn't smile any bigger. "Okay, Starsky." Hutch sat up and opened the box. "I love you, and I hope it fits. I didn't know your exact size, so I just got a large."

"Will you put it on me, Hutch?"

"It will be my pleasure."

Hutch took out the circlet. "With this ring, I do bed."

"HUTCH!" Starsky cried in surprise. "Is that what I think it is?"

"It's a ring. You promised to wear it all the time and never take it off. And show everyone," Hutch held it up with a grin. "I know you're a man of your word."

Hutch stopped laughing when he realized that Starsky looked sad and hadn't said a word.
"What's a matter? You don't have to wear one." He kissed Starsky's frown gently. "I just thought it would be fun. We could try that thing you like, but it feels so good we never last long enough to complete it."

"It's not that, Hutch," Starsky said, taking the ring and sliding two fingers into the middle. "I would love to wear it. I guess I was hoping for a real ring. I want a wedding ring, not just a cock ring."

Hutch felt his heart swell with love, "Starsk that would make me the happiest man alive. Tomorrow we’ll go shopping and pick us out two matching rings."

That put a big grin on Starsky's face. "Sounds like the best idea yet."

"But until then, let's go see if this one is the right size."

"I can't wait." Starsky quickly turned off all the lights while Hutch locked the doors.

After taking care of their nightly business, Starsky and Hutch stripped off each others clothes. Starsky was so excited his manhood was already standing at attention.

Hutch knelt down in front of Starsky and slid the ring on to his hard shaft. It was a perfect fit.

"Starsky, lie down on the bed. I want to show you something." Hutch turned off the lamp on the bedside table, "Look at your ring, Starsk."

Starsky laughed with delight. His cock and balls were encircled with a tight band that gave off a soft yellow/greenish light. "It glows in the dark! I look like a Jedi. Hutch, it's time that you feel the force."

"Fuck me, Luke."

"Feel my force, Han!"