Into the Sunset

122

Hutch confesses something that Starsky  wants to clarify.

Originally published in the mixed Starsky and Hutch zine, The Lucky and the Strong, in 1993.

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Starsky leaned

against

the Torino squinting from the sun in his eyes

trying to look at Hutch.

It wasn’t easy.

“So, what you’re tryin’ to tell me is that,

after all-these-years of bein’ partners,

suddenly you’re hot for my ass,

Have I got that straight—

uh, right?”

Hutch could feel his face go pink.

He fleetingly considered

recanting,

denying,

claiming Starsky had misunderstood—

it was a joke,

just a joke—

but

before he

had a

chance,

Starsky had leaned forward & kissed his mouth.

“Wanna come back to my place?”

The seductiveness of that question shot clear through Hutch’s soul.

Without waiting for a reply,

Starsky threw one arm around Hutch’s shoulders

and walked him around to the passenger side of the car.

“Get in. Don’t look like you can drive,

not that I’d let ya—”

Close to six they arrived at Starsky’s place.

Hutch expected

to be sat down on the sofa

handed a beer

and given a stern talking to.

But the second the door closed behind them Starsky grabbed him

(not another dip?!)

kissing him

and running one hand firmly

down

Hutch’s

ass.

“So, you gonna answer my question?”

Hutch couldn’t follow him. “Huh?”

“I asked if this meant—”

“Yeah—”

After that Starsky was all over him.