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Fanfic

Author: Enednoviel
Title: Lockout
Genre: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for the Secret Santa challenge in 2009
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, I’m just playing.
Feedback: Sure
Thanks to LauraMcEwan for the superb beta! All remaining mistakes are my own.

For Monika, by Enednoviel

It had been a long day at the precinct. The squad room was almost deserted but for two figures hunched over their respective desks, surrounded by stacks of paper and manila folders.

Hutch rubbed the bridge of his nose, hoping the pain he felt wouldn't flare into a full-blown migraine. After being chewed out by Dobey about their usual backlog on their reports, he and Starsky had spent the whole day catching up on their paperwork. Checking and rechecking facts and names had been more tiring than running up and down any street, trying to catch a fleeing crook.

He took another sip from his mug and shuddered at the taste of the cold and bitter liquid that wasn't worth to be called coffee anymore. He put the cup down with a disgusted grunt and signed yet another report, throwing it on top of the pile of finished items. He dropped his pen, closed his eyes and started massaging his temples with both hands, letting a small moan slip out. Feeling Starsky's gaze on him, he opened his eyes and looked at the opposite side of the desk.

"What?" he sighed.

"Headache coming on?" Starsky asked in a sympathetic tone that soothed a little of Hutch's frustration.

"Yeah. I'm getting tired of this. We've been here for..." Hutch reached over the desk and snatched Starsky's arm in order to look at his partner's watch. "Oh, my." His face fell. "That long, huh?" He looked at Starsky's stack of finished reports. "How far along are you?

"Almost finished, thank God." Starsky pulled back his arm and straightened in his chair, stretching like a cat. Hutch perked up in his chair to watch the show with a grin, after wincing at the tiny pops in his back as he straightened. Only Starsky could perfect the simple act of stretching into an art form, especially when he knew that his partner, his lover, was watching.

Starsky stretched his arms over his head, arching his back, the way he did when Hutch was... doing things to him. Like taking Starsky's cock into his mouth, teasing, licking and sucking him into a mind-blowing orgasm. Hutch's cock twitched at the memory of the previous night, conjuring the image of a naked and writhing Starsky lying in his brass bed and Hutch driving him wild with his mouth and tongue, the taste of the bottle of red wine they had shared for dinner mingling with Starsky's unique flavor. The only things that were missing in this current scenario, apart from the fact that Starsky wasn't naked, were the sounds of pleasure that Starsky usually made — groans and whimpers that set off Hutch's own excitement and arousal way off the meter.

Starsky finished stretching and plopped his feet on the ground, grinning lecherously at him, and Hutch caught himself staring open-mouthed, which brought him down to planet earth in an instant. They were still at the precinct for heaven's sake. But his cock wasn't convinced so easily to come down with him, having risen to the occasion with definite interest. "Down boy", he muttered, catching Starsky's attempt to cover an evil snicker with a cough and a hand quickly clamped over his mouth.

Hutch looked around, making sure they were alone in the squad room. Then he leaned forward and motioned Starsky to do the same. "You bastard," he growled, trying to adjust himself in his suddenly very tight pants under the desk. "I'll get you for this."

"Oh? Where and when?" Starsky purred, still grinning.

Hutch lowered his voice even more. "Starsky, stop it!"

"Stop what?"

"You know damn well what!"

"I ain't doing nothin', Hutch." He nodded in the general direction of Hutch's crotch. "Got a problem down there, blondie? Need some help with that?"

Hutch wanted to wipe that grin off his partner's face — with a long and sensual kiss. He shook his finger. "Starsky, so help me God, I..."

"STARSKY! HUTCHINSON!"

Both men jumped sharply when the door to Dobey's office flew open, followed by the familiar bark of their boss.

"What are you doing here? Are you still working on those reports?"

Starsky found his voice first, although, Hutch thought, his voice sounded a notch higher than usual. "Yes, Cap'n. Almost finished," Starsky answered.

Hutch tried to calm his hammering heart with a few slow breaths.

"About another hour of work and we're done," he said, immensely proud of how normal his voice sounded.

Dobey nodded, obviously placated by his men's efforts. "All right. If you're not done by then, get the hell out of here. You know, it would be a lot easier if you'd write your reports on the same day they happened and not let them pile up to the ceiling." He mumbled something else but it was cut off when Dobey shut the door behind him.

Starsky let out a long breath.

"Shit. I didn't know he was still here," he said.

"Maybe you didn't notice because you had other things on your mind, buddy," Hutch said in a slightly sarcastic tone. He tried to concentrate on the report in front of him again, squirming in his chair. Unfortunately, the interruption hadn't done anything about his... condition. He looked around and when no one was watching but his impish partner, he readjusted his straining member in his pants and tried to shift into a comfortable position. Silence fell over the squad room again as they both returned to their work.

After a while, he felt as if he were being watched again.

Hutch threw down his pencil. "Starsky. What?"

"Are you mad at me, Hutch?"

"Why would I be mad?" Hutch asked, incredulous, but then lowered his voice. "I just wish you'd stop teasing me like that because one of these days we're gonna get caught."

"I can't help it Hutch. I've been horny all day." He almost sounded apologetic. Almost. Starsky's eyes raking over him belied the apologetic tone. Hutch felt himself blush.

"Starsky!" Hutch hissed and stared back at his partner, exasperated. He finally stood up and walked out of the room, ignoring Starsky's question about where he was going.

When he reached the restroom, he splashed some cold water on his face and dried it with a paper towel. His features stared back at him from the mirror. Well, Starsky wasn't the only one who had been horny all day. But he would be damned if he couldn't control his urges, unlike a pimply, hormone-ridden teenager. Control, Hutchinson, control.

He went over to one of the urinals, pulling his zipper down carefully. He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt familiar hands grabbing his ass possessively, followed by arms wrapped around him and an insistent hardness pressed into the place where only seconds before hands had been roaming.

"Starsky, not here! What's the matter with you?" He tried to sound indignant but couldn't help reacting to the intimate touch. He turned around and his lips were instantly claimed, knocking the breath out of him. A hungry tongue demanded entrance and Hutch moaned and allowed it.

He felt himself dragged towards a cubicle. As Hutch tried to resist, breaking the kiss, they heard voices outside the door.

"Shitshitshit...." Starsky pulled Hutch into the cubicle and shut the door. He climbed on the toilet seat, motioning to Hutch to sit down in front of him. Hutch sat down and prayed the seat would hold both of their weight.

The door opened and two male voices were arguing about some case.

"I'm telling you, she was hiding those drugs in her bra! And the poor little rookie got the beating of his life with that huge handbag of hers when he tried to frisk her." The voice was choking with laughter.

"What? That O'Reilly dude? And you let him do it? Barry, Barry, I'm disappointed in you. You, the old macho!"

"Are you nuts? She had hair on her teeth. And I told ya, that handbag was huge. And heavy. I could swear she had bricks in it." More chuckling.

They heard zippers being pulled down. The telltale sound of urine hitting porcelain.

"So what happened?"

"Had to take that poor kid to the emergency room afterwards. Bleeding all over the squad car. Ten stitches on that pretty head of his."

"Serves him right for groping hookers."

"And now the department is after my ass because he said I made him do it. Can you believe this?"

"Well, maybe you should have stopped him, bozo!"

"Nah. Kid needs to learn the ropes by himself. I can't babysit him all the time, you know?"

The sound of zippers being pulled up and a few seconds later the door opening and closing again. The restroom fell silent again.

"I think it's safe now," Starsky breathed into Hutch's ear.

Hutch turned, grabbed the collar of Starsky's shirt and attacked his partner's mouth with an angry kiss that was almost brutal. Then as quickly as he launched, he released Starsky, who licked at his probably bruised lips.

"Home. Now." Hutch growled.

"But the reports..." Hutch silenced him with another crushing kiss.

"We're going home. Screw the reports." His cock ached in his pants and he meant what he said. He didn't care about the damn reports anymore. He just cared about how fast he could drag his naughty partner into his brass bed and fuck him into the mattress.

This time it was Starsky who pulled them together for a more tender kiss. "I'll get our stuff."

*****************

They reached Venice Place in record time, breaking several speed limits and probably a dozen other traffic rules on the way. When the Torino was brought to a halt with screeching tyres, Hutch had to stop himself from ravishing his partner right there and then in the car. From the looks of it, Starsky didn't fare any better and they both forced themselves to get out of the car. Hutch bolted up the stairs, with Starsky right on his tail. When they reached the door, Hutch felt himself groped by greedy hands wherever they could reach. He fumbled for the keys and, after what seemed endless minutes, managed to open the apartment door.

They rushed inside, Hutch slamming the door shut with his buttocks when he was roughly shoved against it. Bodies merged with need and passion. Starsky trailed wet kisses along Hutch's neck and Hutch moaned in delight. "Starsk... keep that up and... damn!" The complaint ended in a whimper as his earlobe was sucked into a hot mouth. More kisses, followed by a wet tongue leaving a trail of saliva and sending goose bumps over his skin. "Starsky... I really don't want to come in my jeans," Hutch panted. "Especially since..."

Starsky chuckled evilly and reached for Hutch's enormous bulge. "Especially since you didn't bother to wear any briefs today?" He squeezed the big erection in an almost painful way, making Hutch groan some more. "Don't think I haven't noticed, you big blond bastard!" Starsky growled and then slowly, oh so slowly squatted down with a feral look on his features that nearly sent Hutch over the edge, opening the zipper and carefully freeing Hutch's cock from its confinement.

"You don't wanna come in your pants? How about... right here?" And Starsky swallowed Hutch's cock with a sucking sound. Hutch threw back his head and moaned. "Oh God, Starsk..."

Then the phone rang.

Shocked out of his sexual bliss by this most unwelcome shrilling sound, Hutch couldn't stop himself from jerking his body. The result was painful. He had shoved his cock deeper into Starsky's mouth and felt Starsky's teeth scraping roughly over his sensitive skin.

"OW, Jesus fucking Christ!" He jerked back, sending Starsky off balance to land unceremoniously on his butt. Starsky looked horrified.

"God, I'm sorry Hutch!"

Hutch hastily tucked his offended cock back into his pants but left the zipper down and dove towards the phone. Trying to get his breathing under control, he picked up the receiver.

"Y'ello?"

A familiar, even less welcome female voice on the other end. "Hi, Hutch!"

Groaning, Hutch covered his eyes in frustration. "Fifi. What the hell do you want at this hour?" he snapped at her.

She seemed hurt. "But I just wanted to tell you that I watered your plants and picked up your laundry from the dry cleaner, like you wanted. You want me to come over?"

"NO!" he squeaked, horrified at the mere thought. Once again he made an effort to control his voice. "Fifi, not now. It's a little... inconvenient at the moment."

"You sound a little breathless, did I interrupt your shower or something? Are you naked? I don't mind that!"

Hutch nearly dropped the receiver.

"FIFI!"

"All right, all right, none of my business. Well, I guess I'll bring you the laundry tomorrow then."

"Yes, Fifi. Preferably when I'm not home. Thank you." He hung up and threw his arms up in exasperation. "I don't believe this!"

"Your secret admirer?" Starsky chuckled. He had joined his partner at the phone and embraced him from behind. His tone turned serious and kissed Hutch's neck.

"'M sorry, Hutch. That must have hurt!"

"A little," Hutch admitted. He turned around. "Kiss it better?"

Starsky didn't need another invitation and covered Hutch's mouth with his own, exploring and tasting with an eagerness that sent Hutch's heart leaping in joy and arousal. When Starsky ended the kiss, he purred, "now, where were we?"

"I dunno... you were about to suck me off, I think," Hutch replied huskily, still a little breathless from the passionate kiss.

"Oh, right... lemme see..." Once again, Hutch's pants were parted and he felt Starsky's hot breath on his forgiving cock. The crown was licked and he could feel cool air on his damp, heated skin. "Yeah, like that..."

The insolent phone chose this precise moment to ring — again. Hutch whirled around, feeling his erection wilting once more. He snatched the receiver off the hook.

"Listen, Fifi, if you DARE to bother me again... oh." Hutch's eyes widened in shock as he recognized his captain's voice. Starsky looked up questioningly, apparently not missing the blush spreading over Hutch's face.

"Oh, ah... yes, Cap'n." That and Hutch's embarrassed expression seemed to send Starsky rolling on the floor with a fit of laughter.

"We were almost finished, but you see, I had to go home. Nasty headache."

Starsky mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Not today, daahlin', I've got a headache," theatrically holding his head in a very campy way that he only could have picked up during one of Sugar's infamous numbers. Hutch kicked at him.

"What? Oh, no. It's nothing, Cap. I'll take a few aspirin and will be as good as new. Sure, Starsky drove me home. And yes, I'm going to see a doctor about these recurring headaches. Thanks, Cap. See you tomorrow. Bye." He hung up and glared at Starsky.

"Starsky, so help me God, if you don't stop laughing..."

"You should have seen your face, cowboy!" Starsky giggled.

Hutch's indignation melted as quickly as it came. He started to laugh himself and opened his arms. "Come here, you big oaf!"

Starsky complied and got up. "Now what?"

Hutch cupped Starsky's chin and gave him a tender kiss.

"I want you to finish what you started. But first... since we can't seem to be getting it on without constantly being interrupted, I might as well use this break and hop into the shower." As horny as he was, the ruse about the headache had only been half a lie. He craved the feeling of hot water soothing his aching neck and back. Preferably with Starsky. Who had obviously read his dirty mind.

"Mind if I join you?" Starsky breathed.

"I was about to ask if you wanted to rub my back... and maybe something else," Hutch murmured. They kissed again.

They both started to undress each other, slowly, appreciatively.

"And you're sure Fifi won't inconveniently decide to bring your laundry over after all?" Starsky asked while pushing down Hutch's jeans half way and then resting his hands on Hutch's ass for a moment.

Hutch moaned, delighted about the promising touch and what was about to happen in the shower. "I asked the landlord to install a new deadbolt yesterday, and I haven't made her a copy of the key yet."

"Perfect!" Starsky slapped Hutch's ass and finished stripping him before getting out of his own pants, shoes and socks and sending them flying in different directions. They merged for another kiss, Starsky slowly dragging Hutch towards the bathroom.

"Wait, lemme get some towels." Hutch mumbled under the onslaught of kisses his partner bestowed upon him. He kissed Starsky's nose and fetched two towels from his bedroom, since there weren't any fresh ones left in the bathroom.

Kissing along the way, they had almost made it when there was a knock on the door. The two men leapt apart, and Hutch's heart thudded from excitement and the shock of another interruption. Hutch tossed a towel towards Starsky and hastily slung the other one around his hips. He took a deep breath, motioning to his partner, who was still fumbling with his towel, to disappear out of sight.

Hutch opened the door. A young cop in uniform was standing there, wearing an awkward expression. Hutch anger turned into concern. It was Danny Jordan, an officer working on the night shift in their precinct.

"Danny? What are you doing here? Did anything happen?"

Danny noticed Hutch trying to hold his towel into place and turned red.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Hutch, but there was a complaint by one of your neighbours."

Remembering all his sins at once, especially the raunchier ones, Hutch paled. Had anyone seen them kissing and groping each other on the stairs? Had they been too loud? He gulped.

"A complaint? About what?" he tried to ask as innocently as possible.

"It's your car. Someone called the fire department, because there was a huge oil stain under it. Something must have broken - they had to call the towing service. Didn't you miss your car when you came home tonight?"

"Uh... actually, no. I didn't." Hutch tried not to stumble over his words. "I... uh... Starsky drove me home and it was dark and..." Then the words of the young cop registered. "They did what?"

"I'm sorry." He gave Hutch a piece of paper with the official complaint.

Hutch took the paper in his hands and stared at it unbelievingly.

"Well, I guess that's all. You know the drill. Gotta go!" The young cop turned and went down the stairs. Then Hutch remembered something and took two steps out of the door. "Danny, wait, where did they take my car?"

"Oh, yeah, right." The young cop reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a business card. "Here you go. Again, I'm sorry, but I had to..."

Hutch nodded distractedly. "Yeah yeah, I know. You have to follow procedure." Hutch sighed. "I can handle it from here, Danny. Thanks."

"Right. See ya, Hutch!" Hutch watched as Danny went down the rest of the stairs and left.

Hutch kept staring at the complaint and shook his head. As soon as the building's front door closed, Starsky joined him on the landing.

"What the hell was THAT all about?" Starsky asked indignantly, stepping out of the apartment and standing beside Hutch.

"Can you believe this? They towed my fucking car!" And then Hutch belatedly noticed Starsky standing next to him. Alarmed, he looked back at the door. "Starsky, look out! Don't let the..."

With a disturbing "click" the door closed. Both men stared at the wooden barrier that had just locked them out of the apartment.

Starsky found his voice first.

"Tell me you still got that key on the lintel."

Hutch didn't answer and continued to stare at the door.

"Hutch?"

Hutch gulped. "It was you who constantly nagged me how stupid it is to leave the key on the lintel, hotshot."

Starsky's voice level reached a disturbingly high note. "Hutch, you NEVER listen to me. You're telling me that for once you did what I said and now we are standing here, locked out of your damned apartment with nothing but towels to cover our precious parts?"

"Do you know anyone who installs a deadbolt for safety reasons and still leaves the key under the doormat?" Hutch hissed.

Starsky flailed his arms and immediately lowered them again just to catch the towel in time before it could fall down. "I don't fucking believe this! What are we going to do now?"

"Well it's not that we can call our fellow cop Danny back or any other boy in blue to help us. Imagine their faces when they find us like this."

"Oh Christ..." Starsky looked around frantically.

"If you think about breaking in, forget it. For one, that bolt isn't going to yield, that's why I spent so much money. And my landlord isn't going to be happy with me if you destroy the door."

"Well, Einstein, if you got a better idea, I'm all ears!" Starsky threw him a wilting look.

Hutch tried to think. "Drainpipes!" he said.

"What?" Starsky almost yelled.

"Shhhh! There is a whole room full of customers in that restaurant down there, remember?" Hutch hissed.

Starsky swallowed hard and paled. "Thanks for reminding me."

"It's the only way. The fire escape is on the front of the building. The drainpipes are on the back. No one will see us. Thank God I left the bathroom window open. One of us has to climb up the drainpipes." Hutch sounded way more matter-of-factly than he felt.

Starsky didn't sound convinced at all.

"What do you mean, one of us? Why are you looking at me? You're the one who always tells me he spent his youth climbing trees!"

Hutch blushed and awkwardly plucked at his towel. "My towel is smaller. Besides, your towel is less likely to slip from your ass!"

"Is that your not-so-subtle way of telling me that I've got a fat ass?" Starsky harrumphed.

"Starsky, get serious!"

"I am DEAD serious!" They stared at each other.

Finally, Hutch threw up his arms. "Okay, okay, I'll do it." He started down the stairs, followed by Starsky, who grabbed his arm and held him back.

"I'll do it." Starsky had this stubborn expression that could drive Hutch up the wall.

"How about we're both climbing up?"

"And both fall to our deaths? No, thank you."

"How heroic of you."

"Fuck you!"

"Not now, maybe later."

"Hutch."

"What?"

"Sometimes I could deck you, you know that?"

Hutch gave in. "All right. Fine. You climb up. But I'm still coming with you."

Starsky rolled his eyes. "No point in both of us sneaking around outside half naked."

"No discussion. Let's go." He grabbed Starsky's arm and they went down the stairs, keeping a light step, hoping that they wouldn't run into one of the restaurant guests. They were in luck. They got out the back door of the building without being seen. At least so they hoped.

When they were standing next to the drainpipe, Starsky looked up and blanched.

Hutch threw up his arms in exasperation. "Okay, that's it. I'm doing it."

"Oh no, you don't!" Starsky sounded determined.

"Starsky, there is no time for debates; I'm starting to freeze my balls off."

Starsky had the impertinence to grin. "Well, we don't want that, do we?" he chuckled and turned serious again. "Okay. All for one and one for all?"

"I don't think this is the right time for movie quotes, buddy."

"Ha ha. I meant, let's do it together!" Starsky looked positively scared, but Hutch knew that once he had made up his mind, his partner wouldn't cop-out.

"Okay, d'Artagnan, but I'll lead the way." Hutch began to climb up. Starsky followed.

The drainpipe started to complain loudly, not exactly having been designed to hold the weight of two grown men.

"You sure this thing is gonna hold us both?" Starsky asked feebly.

Hutch snorted. "I'm reasonably sure."

"Reasonably... OW!"

Hutch looked down. "What happened?"

"I squished my... oh never mind!" Starsky whimpered.

"Sissy!" Hutch hissed.

"Well, I'm starting to wonder what you'll call me when the plumbing isn't working anymore!" came the indignant reply from below him.

The drainpipe groaned again dangerously. "Oh, Christ, this is no use. Starsky, get down again."

"Terrific."

Hutch looked down and when he saw that Starsky had reached safe ground, he started to climb down himself. Despite his cautiousness he realized almost too late that his towel got caught somewhere. Alarmed by a ripping sound, he froze.

He looked down very slowly, afraid to move too much. "Starsky."

"What?"

"I- I think I'm stuck."

Starsky sounded alarmed. "What do you mean, stuck?"

Hutch tried not to raise his voice. "It means my towel is stuck and I can't climb up or down without mooning the whole damn city."

Starsky buried both his hands in his curls, pulling with exasperation. "What are we going to do now? I gotta get help."

"You can't!"

"Why not?"

"You don't live here, remember? What kind of impression would that make?"

"Oh." Starsky's face fell. "So, any other suggestions, hotshot?"

Hutch tried to pry the towel loose. With a sickening sound, it ripped apart and fell. A flabbergasted Starsky caught it. For a moment there was complete silence. Then Starsky obviously couldn't help himself. He broke out in hysterical laughter.

Hutch knew he must have turned a bright red. "I'm coming down."

"You... better... be... quick." Starsky could hardly breathe between his laughing fits.

After what seemed like an eternity, Hutch had reached safe ground again and it was all he could do not to give Starsky a thump over his curly head. When Starsky seemed to have his control back, Hutch snatched his partner's towel away and it was his turn to be stark naked.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Starsky cried indignantly.

"I am going for help. But I can't waltz into the restaurant in the nude, can I?"

"The restaurant? But..."
"Yes, the restaurant. Or do you have any other bright ideas?" Hutch had enough. And he did freeze his balls off.

"But what about me?" Starsky squeaked.

"Wait here. Hide. Whatever. I'll try not to be too long." He slung Starsky's even smaller towel around his hips, looked around and grabbed the lids of two garbage cans. "Here you go!"

Starsky furiously snatched them. "I'll get you for that, Hutchinson."

************

After entering an almost full restaurant with nothing but a towel around his hips, head held low, turning several shades of red and earning many admiring catcalls from the female customers, Hutch managed to get to Helene's phone and call Huggy. Their highly amused friend promised to hurry over with the "emergency kit" Hutch wasn't really supposed to know about — and a couple of blankets. Together they picked up a freezing Starsky who had been outside for more than half an hour and succeeded sneaking inside the building without attracting any more attention. Huggy once again saved the day (or rather night) by promptly managing to pick the lock and open the door. Starsky insisted that Hutch should get his money back, since the seller had assured him that the lock was "safe from every burglar from Bay City to New York City". Hutch shoved his curly-headed partner inside the apartment as a reply and thanked their friend for helping them out of a fix once more.

"Thanks, Huggy, we owe you!"

"And don't you forget it, my blond brother! Although... the sight of Starsky traipsing around with nothing but two trash can lids hiding his lower parts was worth the trip over."

"I heard that!" came the indignant call from inside the apartment.

Hutch rolled his eyes and patted Huggy on the back. "See ya soon, Hug." Huggy waved and was on his way back to The Pits.

Hutch went inside and closed the door behind him. He leaned back against the door, closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath of relief. The touch of a cold hand jerked his attention back and he jumped.

Starsky pulled his hand back. "Sorry. I guess we really need that shower now, huh?"

"Yes, indeed. But you wait till it's your turn, buddy!" Hutch stormed past Starsky to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

************

Hutch felt better after a long, relaxing and warm shower and his anger had faded away with the last suds of soap floating down the drain. True, it was Starsky who started this whole naughty game today, and Starsky who had let the door close behind him and locked them out, and Starsky who had laughed at him several times today. Then again, he had been enjoying the "game" up to the point when they became constantly interrupted, hadn't he? Starsky had no way of knowing that he didn't keep his key outside anymore, and hell... now even he could see the funny side of all this, now that he was safely back in the privacy of his apartment. He snatched up one of the used towels, sniffed it and decided it would do. He carefully dried himself off and left the bathroom. He found Starsky on the couch, dressed and nursing a cup of hot tea, watching the wall with a thousand-yard-stare. If Hutch had any irritation left in him, it melted away at the sight of his miserable partner. He sat down next to Starsky. "Hey."

"Hey," came the soft reply.

"I left you some hot water."

"That's very generous of you, blondie.... Hey!"

Hutch snatched the cup out of Starsky's hands and put it down on the coffee table. He wasn't in the mood for further discussions, or grumpiness, or misery. All he wanted to do is snuggle up in bed with Starsky and maybe even finish what they had started earlier on.

"Listen, I've had a crappy day. I don't want to spend the rest of it with us being mad at each other." He grabbed Starsky's hands and pulled him into an embrace. He could feel that Starsky was still clammy under the layer of clothes he had donned again. "Go, get your shower. I'll wait for you in the bed!" Hutch purred as he felt the embrace was returned.

"You're not mad at me anymore?" came the muffled question.

"I'll be mad if we don't get to finish what we've started earlier — before this whole mess!"

Starsky squirmed out of the embrace. "Don't tell me you're still horny after all this?"

Hutch noticed the amused tone and shook his head. "No, but I trust in your unique abilities to get Mr. Hutchinson junior interested again!" He leaned forward to steal a kiss, but Starsky chuckled.

"I wouldn't call him junior, he might be offended!" He placed a wet kiss on Hutch's lips and went to the bathroom, shedding clothes on the way. "I'll be back in no time, blintz!"

"Hey, haven't you forgotten something?"

"What?"

Hutch just grinned. But not for long, because a few seconds later he had to duck the rest of the dirty towels that had been in the bathroom.

FIN

G e n

those things we never say

S l a s h

lockout

advent calendar snippet

liquid time

a different kind of shootout

reconciliation

alive

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