New Drabble-ish Fic for dipslikeramon . . .
I owe her from a hundred years ago when she wanted a Starsky/Huggy drabble. And so it started out all dark and dirty and because it is the ides of July and because it is a glorious summer day, it turned out a little schmaltzy . . .
It's Starsky/Huggy, Starsky/Hutch. maybe a little Hutch/Sweet Alice . . .
Hope you like it SUE!!!!
Fool Me Once
Hutch never told them he’d caught them once. Upstairs at the old place, after closing. Heard them before he saw them, pressed against the wall, Starsky’s head back, his hands tangled in Huggy’s jacket, his eyes . . . he just snuck back downstairs, poured two fingers of bourbon from Huggy’s secret stash, and sipped it all the way home, thinking. Rubbing his crotch as he remembered Huggy’s hands down Starsky’s jeans . . . Sweet Alice answered on the second ring.
Fool Me Twice
Hutch never told them he’d watched them in the hospital. After Gunther. After the worse was over. He’d rounded the corner with chocolate and comics, hope dancing in every step until he saw Huggy snugged behind Starsky in the hospital bed, both of them sleeping, Starsky’s arm reaching back over Huggy’s hip. He dropped the chocolate, handed the comics to a kid in the waiting room, and drove too fast all the way out to the beach, where he sat staring at the surf until morning. Sweet Alice fixed him pancakes for breakfast.
Nobody’s Fool
Hutch never told them he’d almost packed his bags once. Mid 90s. Not a good decade. He’d walked in on them, heads together, trying to decide whether to buy a VHS player or invest in a new DVD. Saw Huggy’s hand on Starsky’s thigh, heard Starsky’s husky laugh. Got hard instantly. Instantly hated them both. He’d been living with Starsky for years, but none of it seemed to matter when Huggy appeared. He went to the bedroom and tugged the suitcase out of the closet. Sweet Alice had always said if he ever needed . . . but then he walked back into the dining room, and Starsky’s arm snaked around his waist, and Huggy winked at them both and told them he could tell when it was time to leave . . .
Fool for Love
Hutch never told them he’d always known. When Huggy had a stroke in the middle of a Saturday night in the middle of June, he was the first one to veto the rest home. Offer his den. Get Sweet Alice to help him pick out sheets, a nice curtain, remind him why this wasn’t a bad idea. They brought Huggy home and Starsky crawled right into the bed beside him, rattling on about some hooker Starsky’d chased through the Pits and how he’d ended up sliding under the pinball machine where Huggy had just reached the high score.
That night Hutch told them everything.