Title: Fevered
Summary: Hutch goes back to the disco for something, and finds something else.
Episode related: It's a sort of tag to Season Four's "Discomania"
Rating: Adult
Word count: About 3,400
Warning: Hutch/not!Starsky, although really, the pairing is S/H of course.
Fevered
Marty opened the door four inches.
Hutch, already starting forward,
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so many brilliant, beautiful lines in this powerful piece.
>Marty blinked. Hutch felt a shift in his stomach, a certainty rattled.
my stomach did, too.
>“Are you?” he said instead, waiting for an answer, a real answer, like a real person instead of a two-bit disco hustler. Giving Hutch a chance, too, to be a real person rather than a gun and a badge."
oh man. such terrific insight into Hutch's mind-set.
>The hand holding Hutch’s wrist slid around, slipping over his palm, fingers twining with his, intimate and startling enough to make Hutch shiver. A broad hand pressed his back and he was against Marty’s limber body, his cheek to the kid’s, his nose in the dark curly hair. He moved with Marty, awkward, stiff, half aroused, half horrified, painfully aware of the lean belly rubbing hot against his, of the warm breath on his face, the strong hands taking charge of their steps and direction.<
incredibly hot, and wonderful turns of phrase.
>and this was as close as he was going to get, and that was all he wanted to know.<
god, poor wubbie!
>anywhere, anywhere was safer<
twistin' the knife.
>Even if he couldn’t hear it, he saw it, like the mark of a slap, or a fist, on Marty’s face.<
thunk.
>Hutch breathed out, a long sigh of surrender.
the perfect ending. and thank god.
thank you for sharing this wonderfulness.
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Thanks again for reading and commenting. :)
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re: "cheating" fic, it ain't, in my mind, because when Starsky comes over...well, I have a nice bedtime scenario alllll imagined out. just have to finish all this ice cream, first.
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