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FanficTitle: No title (Advent Calendar Snippet) Genre: Slash Summary: Starsky's got a cold Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I’m just playing. Thanks and hugs to Laura! ****** "’M dying, Hutch." Hutch couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Starsky, curled up on the sofa, a blanket tucked around him, surrounded by a heap of used tissues. "You’re not dying, Starsk. You’ve got a cold!" "Feels like dying to me." "Death by snot. Now that’d make a nice note in the death certificate," Hutch chuckled. "’S not funny," Starsky growled. "Ah, come on, lighten up. It’s Christmas Eve!" "What could possibly be worse than having a cold on Christmas Eve?" Starsky whined. "It’s all those malls and shopping centres we went to. With so many people sneezing around us it’s no wonder you caught a bug. Not to mention your…" "If you’re going to mention my unhealthy diet I’ll throw the thermos at ya, I swear," Starsky interrupted Hutch grumpily. Hutch ignored the threat. "Well, vitamins help you to stay healthy, look at me, I feel fine." "Oh, shaddup." Starsky turned his back to Hutch, snuggling even deeper into the blanket. Hutch sighed and went to the kitchen to fix his ailing partner a hot-water bottle as a peace offering. He also set up the kettle to brew some more hot tea. When he finished, Starsky still faced the back of the couch. For a moment he thought his partner had fallen asleep when the silence was interrupted by a sudden grab for a tissue and a hearty sneeze. "Here, take this." He lifted the blanket and shoved the hot water bottle under it. "Mm. Feels good," came the muffled answer. "And I made some more tea for you!" Hutch added, setting down the cup with the steaming liquid on the side table. Slowly, Starsky turned around and with a series of grunts, he propped himself up to get at the cup. Holding it with both hands, he uttered something that sounded remotely like gratitude. "Move over a bit for me, will you?" and when Starsky made some room for him, he sat down next to him. "You know something?" Hutch asked. "What?" "You really look terrible." "Told ya, ‘m dying and you don’t even care." Starsky’s pouting face could have melted even the most cold-hearted person in the world. "Aw, come here, babe." Putting an arm around Starsky’s shoulders, he pulled him into a careful embrace. Starsky snuggled close to him, resting his head on Hutch’s shoulder. Hutch placed a tender kiss on the dark curls, surprised at the heat Starsky was radiating. Now he really started to worry. "Hey, I think you’ve got a temperature, let me get the thermometer." As an answer Starsky’s arms circled his waist, preventing him effectively from getting up. "You’re not going anywhere, Blintz," he whispered, starting to nuzzle Hutch’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. "I thought you were dying?" he joked, but had a hard time keeping himself from starting to purr. "Can’t a person have a last wish?" Starsky said, placing soft kisses on the tender skin, working his way up to Hutch’s earlobe. "Oh, sure", Hutch answered, still trying his best to resist. Suddenly, Hutch felt Starsky jerk and pull away from him, exploding in a series of sneezes. When Starsky was sure that he was done with sneezing, he sagged back, clearly exhausted. "Oh man. I’m sorry, Hutch," he muttered miserably. "Back to the dying part again, huh?" Hutch said, but without mockery this time. He got up and fetched the thermometer. Starsky took it into his mouth without protest. He had a temperature all right, but only a slight one, nothing to worry about. He sat down next to Starsky again and carefully pulled him down into his lap, tucking the blanket securely around him. When Starsky finished wriggling around, and gratefully looked up to him, Hutch brushed some stray curls away from Starsky’s forehead. At times he could be overwhelmed by a wave of tenderness and love for the man who was making himself comfortable in his lap like a big cat. "So what do you want to do, Starsk? Watch a movie? Listen to some music? Do you want me to read anything to you?" Starsky seemed to ponder this for a moment. "Nah, I’m good." He closed his eyes. Hutch smiled. "Okay." "On second thought..." Starsky looked up to Hutch again. "Can you sing something for me?" he pleaded, sounding endearingly like a little boy. "What do you want me to sing?" His hand wandered down on Starsky’s face, just a whisper of a touch, his fingertips barely brushing the warm skin. "Whatever you want. I just want to hear you. Makes me feel good." He gave Hutch that crooked smile he loved so much and that could light up an entire room. Closing his eyes, Hutch thought for a moment and then started to sing, very softly, his hand trailing even further down, rubbing soothingly over Starsky’s chest. Why do birds suddenly appear Every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be Close to you. Why do stars fall down from the sky Every time you walk by? Just like me, they long to be Close to you. When he looked down again, Starsky was snoring softly, looking even more like a little boy. Hutch sighed and tried to find himself a more comfortable position. His back would give him hell the next morning, but he didn’t care. "Sweet dreams, partner. And Merry Christmas," Hutch whispered. Fin |
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