A bet’s a bet, baby

Hutch loses a bet

A response to a 20 minute challenge. Prompt word: Baby or honey

It was humiliating, it was degrading. There was no way Hutch could go through with it. He’d lost the bet fair and square, no argument, but why did the forfeit have to be something so shaming? Why was Starsky forcing him to do it? He knew why. Hutch would have done the same thing. He wouldn’t have let Starsky weasel out of it. Fairs fair.

“Come on, Hutch, get out of that bathroom, we’re going to be late,” Starsky cried from the other side of the door.

Hutch sighed and forced himself to take one last look in the mirror. He fastened the comically huge diaper a little tighter around his middle and straightened the top hat on his head.

“All right, I’m coming.” Hutch gingerly left the bathroom, unable to look at his partner.

Starsky was waiting for him wearing a full Dracula costume, complete with fangs and cape. He leered at Hutch as he looked him up and down.

“You look…adorable.”

“I look like an idiot.” Hutch crossed his arms over his bare chest. “And I’m likely to catch my death. Let that be on your head.”

“It’s fine, we’ll be in doors the whole time.” Starsky took Hutch by the hand and led him over to the door.

“Can we not just skip it this year?” Hutch begged. “Huggy’s going to serve the same drinks, the same food and…”

“Hey, we made a deal and I’m not letting you back out of it. Now come along Baby New Year.”

Hutch knew this was going to be the worse Halloween party ever. He didn’t even want to go, but Starsky had cajoled him into being his date, whining that he didn’t want to go alone.

“Maybe we could have a quick drink before we leave,” Hutch suggested.

Starsky stopped pulling his lover across the room and turned to face him. He took both of Hutch’s hands in his and smiled.

“If you want some loosening up before we go, you only had to ask.” Starsky reached his hand down into Hutch’s diaper and took hold of his cock.

“No, I don’t need that.” Hutch stilled Starsky’s hand. “Later, for definate, but right now maybe we could make another little wager to make this a little less embarrassing for me.”

“Oh really? Okay, I’m game, what do you have in mind?”

“As per the bet, I only have to turn up to the party dressed like this. Nothing says I can’t get changed out of it, but if I can not only stay in this ridiculous get up, but walk home in it at midnight, you have to go to the Christmas party as baby Jesus.”

Starsky took some time to consider things.

“Ma certainly wouldn’t approve. What if you fail tonight?”

“Then I’ll be humiliating myself twice.”

“Oh, you’re on blondie.”

They sealed their wager with a kiss.

Starsky let go of Hutch’s cock and took his hand. “Now come on, cutie.”

Hutch didn’t resist, but used his free hand to finger the hip flask hidden in his diaper.