Ken Hutchinson - The Original Emo Boy

[peg22]

Okay, so because behind all the love and respect and desire, these boys are COMPETITIVE!

Hutch's answer to Starsky's Rant . . . 
Which can't really be called Hutch's Rant because he doesn't really rant - he ruminates.

I miss Starsky. I know I’ve just been gone five days, and between my mother’s need to feed me every two hours and my father’s need to saturate my brain with actuaries and mutual funds, I’m surprised I even remember him. But I do. Every minute. I don’t dare tell him, though. He doesn’t like soapy scenes. Of course I know he really does - the soapier the better.

 

I miss his voice. Always going on and on and on about the weather and the workload and the way the Torino sounds going up a hill. All I hear is a ridiculous roar, but he insists the hunk of junk actually purrs. I just know the car owner purrs – well, growls really. Like when he’s got some hype up against a wall and he talks soft and slow and if I were that perp . . . and sometime I am – pressed up against a wall, his hips grinding into mine, his hot breath rasping in my ear . . . Or when he’s driving and he laughs at something I’ve said and the sound fills the car and I just want to drive forever.

 

And I miss his hands. Always tapping on the steering wheel, or beating out some nameless song with his pencil when he’s ready to go home but I still have five reports to type up – including two I found stuffed in his desk drawer that he “forgot” to do. Or when he stops me from doing something stupid. Like popping Simonetti, or trying to drive after Margarita Mondays at Huggy’s. Or when he rests his hand on my leg right before we have to go do something unpleasant.

 

Seems like all we’ve done lately is unpleasant. Not that I don’t like him touching me. Some days it’s the only thing that gets me through. My mom asked me how my career was going and I almost laughed. My career? Can somebody really make a career out of bullets and bullshit wrapped around procedure tied up with red tape that allows the guilty to walk and leaves the innocent to pick up the tab?

 

I even miss his nagging at me to lighten up. Which I should. It’s just that ever since last year, when he almost died and I had that . . . problem . . . well, it’s just all too short and if things are too good, I know that’s the signal it’s all going to go to shit and I don’t think I can survive another minute contemplating a life without him. And every day I slip that badge into my pocket is another day closer to that fear becoming reality. And he just waves it off and spouts platitudes and distracts me with that thing he does with his tongue . . . which usually works except when he tries to incorporate props . . .

 

Damn, I just miss him. And I hope he’s had a nap before he picks me up at the airport. 
He’s going to need his energy.

Comments

[lauramcewan.livejournal.com]

You are making my day.

Ruminates, yes. And the tiny offhand mentions of tongues and growls and grinding.

BUT YOU! write my zine story for me. *G* If only my mind could come up wth phrases like "bullets and bullshit wrapped around procedure tied up with red tape" gahh....

[peg22.livejournal.com]

glad to help . . . I can wave pom poms whilst you write your zine story . . . or send virtual chocolate covered blueberries - my new fav!

[ancastar.livejournal.com]

I love emo boy so much. :-) He can ruminate all he likes, as long as you're writing him.

A treat, as ever, sweetie. Thanks for sharing such lovely fic.

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks - the boy just writes like buttah . . .

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Bullets and Bullshit should totally be a zine title. Like, totally! And a 'tongue thing with props' is really...intriguing!!!

Great job from the head of the original emo boy!

[peg22.livejournal.com]

oh love that for a zine title! thanks for reading.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

The perfect comapnaion piece, natch, Love my ruminating wubbie here. And I love how he's Hutch, but he's also you being lyrical.. Can somebody really make a career out of bullets and bullshit wrapped around procedure tied up with red tape that allows the guilty to walk and leaves the innocent to pick up the tab? :: happy, happy sigh::

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks dearie - yes, there is much love for our buzzkill hutch.
I think it's because who else gets the luxury of such ruminating all the time??? In real life, I'd probably tell the boy to Buck Up!

[willow-fae-20.livejournal.com]

This was a lovely follow-up piece.

My favorite part:

I know that’s the signal it’s all going to go to shit and I don’t think I can survive another minute contemplating a life without him. And every day I slip that badge into my pocket is another day closer to that fear becoming reality.

Poor think-y Hutch.

[peg22.livejournal.com]

oh thanks - yes, that Hutch. He makes his own little storm clouds. which is sooo great for fanfic!

[tinx_r]

Loved this too. I love your phrasing so much. Go you! You have just single handedly made me an S/H fan...

Thanks! :)

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks - and wow, glad I can lure you . . . feel free to read all things . . . S/H are the original slash boys for me - I love others (house/wilson rock!) but these two . . . it's the real deal!

[ruggerdavey.livejournal.com]

This was awesome. A very, very good Hutch voice, and I enjoyed it immensely.

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks - glad Hutch spoke to you (or should I say whined to you ;))

[nancys-soul.livejournal.com]

And I hope he’s had a nap before he picks me up at the airport.
He’s going to need his energy

Now I hope you write the rest of this story! These were very entertaining!:)

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks for reading and am writing the finale instead of working today . . .

[mlmsunshine.livejournal.com]

Excellent! I love the image from the closing line:)

Thanks,

Mary

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks for reading - will have to expand on that image . . .

[benzine-torch.livejournal.com]

Like when he’s got some hype up against a wall and he talks soft and slow and if I were that perp . . .


Hot! I love love love when one of them has the other up against a wall. Rawr.

I am dumb.

[benzine-torch.livejournal.com]

Of course I meant to include the whole quote, since the second part was my favorite, anyway.

and sometime I am – pressed up against a wall, his hips grinding into mine, his hot breath rasping in my ear . . .

There we go. Hot. ;)

Re: I am dumb.

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks - you are not dumb, I knew what you meant. It's my favorite image, those two slammed against walls, cars, doors . . . *fans self*

[mashfanficchick.livejournal.com]

Awwww! (And wow, how you keep making me say that!)

I swear, I just wanna cuddle Hutch right now. Just hold him and love him until he believes everything will be okay. Except a) I'm not Starsky, so that won't work; and b) he's Hutch, so he will NEVER believe everything's going to be okay! *g*

And wow, the hotness: yum! Damn, but that whole second paragraph was just so hot! Starsky purring and growling and pushing Hutch against the wall...guh!

Again, a few favorite lines (the entire second paragraph notwithstanding):

my mother's need to feed me every two hours
Hutch's mom does this, too? I wonder if she knows my grandma...nah, my grandma could never wait two whole hours before trying to feed me again!

He doesn't like soapy scenes. Of course I know he really does - the soapier the better.
Aw, Hutch knows what all of us know, too: Starsky's such a liar when it comes to soap.

including two I found stuffed in his desk drawer that he "forgot" to do.
And this is what makes you the queen: the perfect bits of...what's the noun form of "mundane"? The bits that are just irrelevant, everyday things, but that bring such realism to the world they inhabit.

Or when he stops me from doing something stupid. Like popping Simonetti, or trying to drive after Margarita Mondays at Huggy's.
*snickers*

Or when he rests his hand on my leg right before we have to go do something unpleasant.
Aww! *snuffles*

Can somebody really make a career out of bullets and bullshit wrapped around procedure tied up with red tape that allows the guilty to walk and leaves the innocent to pick up the tab?
Wow. Really, wow. You just completely captured Hutch's entire way of speaking when he gets all worked up about something. *pictures Hutch in "Lady Blue"* And I'll bet you when he starts off on that rant, Starsky just looks at him sideways and starts singing "My Favorite Things", screwing around putting bullets and bullshit and red tape in the lyrics.

Okay, I'm definitely quoting too much (sorry, I just got back from MediaWest; I'm not totally here), but the last bits I was going to say were: it really is so depressingly, but perfectly, Hutch to see good times as a precursor to bad ones, and...okay, now are you going to tell us about just what it is Starsky does with his tongue? (With or without props; I'm not picky!) *g*

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks again. I do love your fb. am hoar. am glad you noticed the little details - I love to round them out and make them real. Who am I kidding - they are real!

how was MediaWest???

and yes, the tongue is on the way (so to speak)

[debbiel66.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I've commented on your writing before, but I just wanted to say how much I enjoy your stories. Love this passage:

My mom asked me how my career was going and I almost laughed. My career? Can somebody really make a career out of bullets and bullshit wrapped around procedure tied up with red tape that allows the guilty to walk and leaves the innocent to pick up the tab?


Just wonderful... I'm a new fan, and I so appreciate the way you make the boys come alive!

Debbie

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks Debbie and welcome to SH fandom! Glad you liked the snips - I do love writing these boys. They make it easy with their antics!

[provencepuss.livejournal.com]

You've got it girl - you've got inside their heads and hearts!