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What a difference a day makes. Sequel to The Weight of Fog “Timezit?” With an effort, Starsky lifted his head slightly from its comfortable situation in the juncture of Hutch’s neck and shoulder. “Heh?” That, he determined after checking in with his limbs, was enough work for the time being. He let his head flop forward again. “Ow.” “Wha’?”… -
Fog can be a prison or a sanctuary. Many thanks to m. butterfly for her helpful comments. “Yes! Gin!” Starsky flourished his cards happily. “That’s…lessee…six hundred and fifty-two thousand dollars you owe me. Pay up.” Hutch snorted. “Take it out of the eight hundred thousand you owe me from Monopoly.” He rose from the couch and, stretching, wandered to… -
Hutch sees a lot more clearly when he’s blind. Written for Rosemary’s Slashfest. “You awake?” At fucking last. Hutch turned in the direction of the door. “I want to go home, Starsky. Get me out of here.” Starsky’s voice was coming from beside the bed now. “You sure that’s a good idea? It’s 100 degrees in the shade and… -
It’s amazing how talking about a kiss can change two lives. i. “Hey, Hutch.” “Hey, Starsk.” “What if Dobey ever asked us to go undercover in the Green Parrot?” “What if he did?” “Well, would you know how to… you know.” “Starsky, don’t make me guess on this one. Would I know how to what?” “You know—kiss a guy.” “Come…