Starsky and Hutch fic
written for 15_minute_fic
758 words
gen, rated G, no warnings
Give
by Allie
Hutch slid into the Torino and pulled his long legs in after him. It took him two tries to shut the heavy door because he was trying not to spill the breakfast he held in his left hand.
Starsky pulled into traffic and glanced at his partner. “What is it, Hutch? Whatcha eatin’?”
“Blackberry jam sandwich,” said Hutch indistinctly. “With natural peanut butter.”
“For breakfast?” Starsky’s brows rose and he sounded impressed. “Hey, that actually sounds pretty good.”
“What do you mean, ‘actually?’” Hutch cast him a slightly reproving look, but it didn’t hide his smile.
Starsky smirked. “You got some of that natural peanut butter and blackberry jam on your face, partner.”
“Oh.” Hutch grabbed for his handkerchief and quickly dabbed at his mouth, craning his neck to look in the rearview mirror.
“Here, I’ll hold it for you,” Starsky offered casually, taking a hand from the gearchange. He reached for the half-eaten sandwich with gentle, quick, clever fingers and grasped it neatly.
“Thank--hey!” Hutch blinked at his partner, frowning. “Give that back.” He snatched the sandwich back and reclaimed it by taking a huge bite that covered the nibble Starsky had taken. He frowned at his partner, who was chewing carefully, looking remarkably bland and pleased with himself. “Now you’ve got peanut butter and jelly on your mouth,” he observed.
“And it’s pretty good,” said Starsky. “Maybe I’ll have that tomorrow instead of salami and cold pizza. Hey, you can make it for both of us and save time.”
“Save who time?” Hutch snorted. “Buddy, if you think I’m cooking for you--”
“Aw, c’mon Hutch. You cook for me!” Starsky protested.
“Yeah, when I decide to.”
Silence reigned in the car--for a few moments, anyway. Only the sounds of the engine’s power and the surrounding traffic could be heard.
“I bet it’s special jelly,” said Starsky.
“What?”
“That’s why you don’t want to share, isn’t it? It’s special jelly.” Starsky cast him a knowing look.
“Buddy, would you--” With an exasperated sigh, Hutch reached over with his handkerchief and swiped at Starsky’s mouth.
“Get it?” Starsky tilted his face.
“No, the other side--”
“I’ll do it!” He grabbed the crumpled handkerchief and wiped rapidly at his face as he drove one-handed. “I’m trying to drive here, babe, not win a beauty contest!”
Hutch snorted. “No chance of that.”
Starsky tossed the crumpled handkerchief back into his partner’s lap. “I hope you didn’t smear snot all over that before handing it to me. I’ll have you know I already showered this morning.”
Hutch carefully folded the handkerchief and slid it away into his pocket. “Oh? What’s a few germs between friends?” He gave Starsky a big, toothy grin, widening his eyes.
“Would you stop that?!” Starsky thumped him lightly on the shoulder, then grabbed the stick quickly to change gears.
“Stop what?” Hutch laughed.
Starsky drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “You still didn’t answer me. Is it special jam? That’s how come you don’t want to share? You get it from your mom or aunt or something, and she only sends you a couple jars a year?”
“Huh? No, I get it at the health food store. If you really want some, I’ll make you an extra sandwich tomorrow. Just don’t count on me doing it every day. It’s not exactly a healthy breakfast.”
“Well, it tastes healthy. It’s that heavy kind of bread, with the seeds in it. I know you don’t get that from your mom or auntie.”
“Nope, it’s from the same store, as well you know, Starsky.”
“So why is it not healthy now? Because I liked it? A minute ago--”
“I overslept, okay Starsky? Do you mind?”
Starsky grinned. “Only if you’re going to be in a bad mood. Here, give me that handkerchief again. There’s a spot of jelly on the wheel...”
“Jelly or jam? Which is it, Starsk? You really should make up your mind.” Hutch spoke in a silky voice, grinning around his moustache.
“Oh, now there’s a difference? Why don’t you tell me, hotshot? Give me that!” He snatched the cloth and wiped at his fingers and the steering wheel. Then he gave it an open-handed pat. “Poor baby,” he said under his breath. “I won’t let you get all sticky with Hutch’s jelly-jam.”
Hutch laughed. “I don’t think the car knows what you’re saying, buddy.”
“Don’t be too sure.” Starsky raised his head and sniffed. “Just because your old LTD doesn’t. Mine’s a lot smarter, you know.”
“Give over!” said Hutch.