peg22 | Apparently, I've been neglecting The Boys . . . S/H

So I'm off trying to write a Hawkeye/BJ drabble for thayln . . . and a Starsky/Huggy one for
dipslikeramon . . . when of course the original boys (O'Brien and Rafferty to those in the know . . .) butt right in and force me to write a little snip ALL ABOUT THEM . . .
I'm starting to think they just like me to write them in the closet . . .

“Because I love you, dumbass.”

Before the words could die their horrible deaths upon the ears of the entire squad room, Starsky was out the door. He stopped around the corner, breathing hard, the realization of what’d just happened sinking slowly into his brain with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel.

“Oh, hell.”

He checked his pockets for the Torino keys and his billfold. He figured he could make it to Nevada by noon. Disappear into the desert, create a new life maybe in Reno, or Vegas. He used to run the grill at Dino’s Diner in Brooklyn and he was no slouch at folding towels. Surely some big hotel could use his services . . . he also knew he filled out his jeans in that way that made the ladies swoon and Hutch as hard as a rock . . .

“Aw, fuck.”

He couldn’t do that to Hutch. Finally proclaim his love to the dumbass and then dash. He could imagine Hutch’s reaction. He’d quit the force, grow a beard, live on the beach. Probably start living in his car. Practically did already. This morning he’d found a plant and half a pizza in the back . . .

“Starsky . . .”

He turned to see Hutch coming down the hall. For a brief moment he considered ducking into the closet. Thought about how that would look. Because he knew Hutch would follow him. And then they’d have to explain why they were in the closet, someone might catch them coming out of the closet . . . it was a damn mess.

“Starsky – stop.”

He knew he would catch hell for not listening to Hutch, but he slid around the corner and down the stairs. He was within two feet of the door and certain freedom when Hutch somehow caught up with him, grabbed him by the collar and steered him away from the door and towards the supply closet.

“Not the closet,” Starsky hissed and tried to twist out of Hutch’s grasp.

“Too late for that, Starsk,” Hutch grunted and shoved the door open with his shoulder, tossed Starsky in, and closed the door. They stood for a moment, while Hutch found the light string and pulled it and Starsky stood with his arms crossed, frowning.

Hutch moved toward Starsky. “So why did you cut out like that?”

Starsky backed up against the paper towels. “Uh . . . well . . .”

Hutch pressed closer. “Not so talkative now, are you?”

“Come on, Hutch . . .”

Hutch took one more step and their chests bumped and Starsky put his hands up and Hutch grabbed them and twisted them above Starsky’s head, pinning them against the bottles of bleach on the top shelf.

“Come on, what, Starsk?” He smiled and dipped his head, sniffing Starsky’s neck, pressing his body against Starsky’s, his knee coming up between Starsky’s . . .

“Not fair.” Starsky mumbled and his head fell back, smacking against cans of room freshener.

“Oh, it’s fair.” Hutch nipped at Starsky’s neck and then lifted his head. “Been waiting forever to hear those words out of your mouth and then you split, leaving me there with the whole squad. That was not fair.”

“You’ve been waiting forever?” Starsky tried to concentrate, but Hutch had resumed his interrogation of Starsky’s skin. “Oh, man . . .”

He made a token attempt to break out of the hold Hutch had on his wrists, but when Hutch grabbed harder, they both leaned further, and then they were kissing and Starsky felt Hutch’s tongue in his mouth and Hutch’s hand on his crotch and he didn’t care that he was in a closet at work, or that toilet paper rolls had begun to rain down on their heads or that someone was now knocking on the door. . .

Suddenly Starsky felt air instead of Hutch and opened his eyes to see Hutch standing there, grinning, rearranging his very obvious bulge.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be out in a minute,” Hutch growled at the door and then turned back to Starsky and chuckled. “You’d better wait a minute – looks like you’re about to bust.” He nodded at Starsky’s crotch.

Starsky stood there, panting, wondering what had just happened. How had five little words turned into this?

He looked up and Hutch was at the door.

“Oh, by the way, I love you too, asshole.” Hutch opened the door and disappeared.

fin . . .

And after this regularly unscheduled break, I am back to Korea and The Pits . . . Swear!!!