Trying to read you
Title : Trying to read you
Author : indigoeyes_450
Type : I guess it would have to be slash.
Disclaimer : I don’t own them. Spelling and Goldberg do. No money made. No copyright infringement intended.
Category : Starsky and Hutch
Note : It’s my first attempt at writing a story. I’m not taking myself seriously, I’m just having fun.
Trying to read you
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“Hmm?...” Oh yeah, we’re still in that pub. Fourth beer in a row. Damn.
“You’re daydreaming Hutch.”
“Mmm…” Your eyes. Still so blue. After all these years.
“What about?”
“Nothing really.” What are we doing here Starsky? What do you want from me?
“Beer not cold enough?”
“S’okay.” Want me to forgive you, right? Need me to state it loud and clear?
“Not happy to see me?”
“Stupid question.” Your voice. Intoxicating. Don’t stop talking.
“Thinking about back then?”
“Why should I?” Please tell me.
“Don’t know. Just forget it.”
“Mmm…” You’re blushing. You’re staring at your beer. Sure you know why. Then what? Playing cat and mouse with me?
“Hutch?”
“Hmm?...” Will you say it at last?
“I miss our friendship.”
“Yeah.” Finally.
“I… I miss… us.”
“Right.” Your eyes are sparkling blue when you look at me like that.
“I’ll be here a while you know.”
“How long?” Please stay forever.
“Probably two to three months.”
“Think you’ll like it here?” Count on me, I’ll make sure you will.
“Depends. Will you be around?”
“Sure.” Did you seriously ever doubt it?
“Then I’ll like it here.”
“Time to move on, right?” You’re blushing again.
“I guess so.”
“Why exactly are you here, Starsky?” Don’t lie to me.
“Like you said, time for me to move on.”
“You’re sure?” Don’t break my heart a second time. … “Starsk?” Why can’t I breathe?
“I know I am.”
“Good.” You’re aware of the extent of the pain you caused me last time, aren’t you?
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go.” Now your hands are shaking.
“Where to?”
“My place. For some more beers. And no more lies.” You wouldn’t move from your seat until you were sure I wanted to take you back, would you? Well, I do. I’m a fool.
“Hutch, I…”
“It’s all right, Starsk. Everything’s gonna be all right. Come on. Let’s go home.” Aw, that smile at last. So typically yours when you know you’re loved.
“‘kay.”