Pic Fic
This started out as a drabble at M&T 100, but when I thought about all the possibilities for images I expanded it to 500. Just as an excuse to look at pics of the boys. Mmmmm....
Devotion
“Hendricks?”
“Here.”
“Hutchinson?...Hutchin-”
“Here, sir... Sorry.”
Practically tripping over his own feet, the lanky blond made a hell of first impression, Starsky thought to himself. He shifted a little and gestured with a nod of his head toward the empty seat beside him.
In a moment that will live forever in crystalline clarity in Starsky's memory, Ken Hutchinson smiled at him for the first time. A grateful, embarrassed, relieved...blindingly beautiful smile.
He resolved, then and there, to do whatever was necessary to make that man smile like that, for him, for the rest of his life.
And it wasn't easy.
Through the years, he'd had to learn just the right way to breach those carefully constructed walls, instilled as a result of his partner's stoic upbringing. But he didn't mind really.
It was worth it every time. To see that smile. To know that he, somehow, contributed to it's existence.
He was further rewarded for his efforts when Hutch would return the favor, to try to cheer him up whenever he was down about something.
He wanted to tell his partner that it wasn't that hard. Just seeing him smile made Starsky's world better. Every time.
And the best smiles were the ones Hutch reserved just for him. Sometimes exchanged while in the presence of others. They didn't care who saw their love. They stopped trying to explain or justify it some time ago. It was theirs and no one could take it from them.
Yet, sometimes the smiles were still secret sexy and shy, and all the more meaningful for that intimacy.
However the smiles were delivered, they ultimately had much the same effect. Starsky would move heaven and earth to bring his blond the happiness that had seemed, for so many years, to elude him. It was Dave Starsky's mission to secure that for his partner.
Starsky was not a man to shrink from such a challenge.
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Hutch sometimes wondered what he did to deserve Starsky's unwavering devotion.
He knew he could be hell to be around at times, and his partner let him know when he was really out of line about something. But Starsky always did it in such a way as to assure him that their partnership would remain solid. Me and Thee.
It seemed that Starsky could penetrate all his defenses with the simple lift of an eyebrow. Or with that lopsided grin that always started tugging from the corner of his mouth.
Or with that touch. That touch that could go from reassuring to comforting to something much more...electric, magical and full of promise and desire, depending on the need he sensed in his partner.
No, he wasn't sure what he did to deserve such a gift. But he resolved-especially since Gunther had nearly succeeded in taking away from him, his best friend in the whole world-he would do whatever was humanly possible to ensure that Starsky never doubted how much he was adored.
That much, he could do.
