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A slashy drabble.
Starsky propped his chin on his hands. “So… you’re really going to sleep? Just to sleep?”
One blue eye cracked open. “The spirit is willing, the flesh is tired.”
“That’s it, the magic’s gone.”
“Mmmph.” Hutch rolled over and tried to ignore Starsky. A difficult task, considering that Starsky was staring intently at him.
“Y’know, this never happens in fanfic.”
“Well, I don’t have a twelve inch, perpetually hard, pulsating python of love.”
Silence.
Hutch flopped onto his back and squinted up at Starsky. “What are you looking so disappointed about? You haven’t got one either!”
“Shows what you know.”
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