A Fifth and Beethoven

Starsky drives Hutch home.

A 20 minute fic challenge to use a top 10 song from 1976. The song was A Fifth of Beethoven.

“Bum bum bum BUM! Bum bum bum BUM! C’mon Starsk, sing along!”

“That isn’t singing, Hutch. That’s…that’s…well it’s not singing.”

“Is so. Sorta. How ’bout this one—joyful joyful you adore me.”

“Not right now I don’t.”

“Ah Starsk. Gimme a smooch.”

“I’m driving, you idiot. Stay on your side of the…okay okay, yes, put your head down. No. Don’t touch. Just keep your hands to yourself.”

“I love ya, you know that right?”

“Yes. I do. And I love you too. But you’re gonna regret drinking that punch.”

“Is good.”

“So you said. Ow. Hutch. That hurt. No. No! Do not kiss it to make it better. Not here. Not while I’m…damn it. That’s it. Sit up. Ah shit.”

“You said you loved me.”

“I do. But I can’t drive while you’re trying to…Why am I bothering trying to reason with you. I’m gonna kill Simmons the next time I come down to the station. Why did he ever think spiking the punch was a good idea once he saw you drinking it? Some celebration this is. You’re gonna have the hangover of all hangovers. You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?”

“I love ya, Starsk. You’re my everything.”

“Yeah, I’m soon gonna be the guy you hate when I throw you in a cold shower.”

“Okay. I like showers. With you.”

“Uh huh. Sure you do. Simmons, you’re dead. I swear you’re dead. I hope Hutch busts your ass for this now that he’s a lieutenant.”

“You love Simmons more than me?”

“No. No, babe. I do not love Simmons. You’re my one and only. C’mon, get up, ya big lug. I am not carrying you in the house. Hell, I can’t carry you in the house.”

“Shower. You said shower and we like showers, don’t we?”

“We do. But not this time. You need a cold one.”

“We could have fun.”

“Not in a cold shower, we couldn’t. Damn it, Hutch. Now you got me all wet. And stop grinning like that.”

“Bum bum bum Bum!”

“Hey stop using my ass as a drum!”

“Bum bum bum Bum!”

“Oh!!