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[librathree]

Hutch started awake to the sharp rap of knuckles on the door of the suite. Blinking away the stupor of deep sleep, he tried to push himself upright, but a dead weight across his chest held him down. A dead weight that was warm and breathing. And smelled like sweaty Starsky.

Grinning, Hutch gently pushed his softly snoring partner onto his back while

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[moondroplette]

eeee! posted!!!

poor hutch!

I love the gardener!!

Starsky glanced irresistibly at his partner, realizing in one ugly stabbing instant that both men were aroused -

oh, *poor* Starsky :( meeble

love love love...onto the last! yay! :D

[aliciamasters]

I KNEW it was the dastardly tennis coach! He was so persistent. Of course, I'd be persistent when it came to Hutch...in the shower...

Okay. It was me. I'm the killer. *g* The evidence supports it.

[librathree]

You knew? Darn! And I thought I was doing just enough misdirection. I'm not very good at mysteries, though. They're hard to write.

You're just a Hutch molester, which I totally understand (has watched that scene in the pilot where you get a split-second glimpse of NAKEDHUTCH over and over)...