New story: Starsky and Hutch: The Issue
Snippets for Anne (first part posted on the loveofmeandthee list, 3 Oct. 2006)
It's mostly silliness and parody - and un-betaed. Don't say you haven't been warned ;)
Part 1-3 have been slightly edited since I first posted them on the list, and I've put this new version up along with headers, notes and comments I got on-list.
Oh, and it's slash, but not very graphic.
Dedicated to Anne. Thanks so much for you comments :)
Type: Slash, I think, but who knows?
Summary: Starsky and Hutch needs to 'talk'
Rating: Pretty mild
Warning: This is silly and not very subtle - unfortunately I take delight in such things...
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, this is written for entertainment only and not for profit, etc. etc.
Notes: I haven’t really tried to be very serious, so… well, I just tried to have fun with words and play around a bit and I hope it amuses you. This is also my first *ever* piece of S&H fiction too and please bear with me. English is not my first language and I haven’t written much fiction in general, but I hope this can pass inspection ;) I do apologize for the commas…
Part 1
Starsky walked out of the door and went down the stairs - it was hard going home now but he had to. Turning towards the car, he barely heard the whizzing sound and immediately after he was hit by the really bad pun that leapt at him, hitting him squarely in the middle. As he adjusted his clothing and himself and absentmindedly brushed away the pun, he looked up at the apartment and caught the movement of Hutch in the living room. The shadow in the window moved around in a restless manner, pulling out something from somewhere and putting it into… Oops… only Starsky's quick reflexes saved him from being hit by a bad allusion - the pun had been hard enough and at first he had thought it aimed for his head… Oh no! Not again!
Leaning back against his car the world finally stopped spinning and Starsky tried to concentrate on their conversation. Just when they had finally started to talk about 'The Issue' Hutch had clammed up as usual and forcing words out of an oyster was easier than talking to him right now. On the other hand, leaving him meant leaving him again without saying what was really on his mind, and he'd left in this state of mind more times than he wanted to count. In a determined mindset he turned around and walked up the stairs.
In the meantime, Hutch had tried to pull himself and his thoughts together. It hadn't been easy, as he felt so torn up. Starsky was hiding something but whenever they approached 'The Issue', as he had come to call it, Starsky went quiet and still and often left shortly afterwards. This time should be the last and as he had not heard Starsky leave, he hurried towards the door. Opening it, he found Starsky on the other side looking as breathless as himself.
"Starsky…"
"Hutch…"
"I…"
"What do you…"
FIN
A/N: I’m evil and have a silly mind; is this about their cars, choice of pizza topping, choice of gun, quitting the PD (gasp!), twue luurve, or… something else?
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Anne to Loveofmeandthee
Ea:
Damn, you are one evil wench, what with puns and allusions and the imminent collapse of the western world to contend with, you go and leave a blank.
How fair is that? I think "The Issue" should be whether to draw and quarter you now, or wait until after you've filled in the blanks, without either pun or allusion to confuse poor me.
Now, if you want me to provide a hint, I think a generous helping of adjectives liberally sprinkled with romantic innuendo and naughty words should do it.
Can you hear my whip cracking?
[...]
Nifty little thing though.
Anne
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“The Issue”: The Ending - so far - but no cliff-hanger this time.
Type: This is slash.
Notes and warnings: Any erratically shifting POV’s, romantic adjectives, Freudian imagery, the italics, and the ‘…’s are provided for free - for your reading pleasure. The bad writing that might exist in this piece is supposed to be deliberate.
Part 2
In the last episode we left our heroes thus - in the doorway to Hutch's apartment:
"Starsky…"
"Hutch…"
"I…"
"What do you…"
*****
What they really said was this:
"I… just… We never talk about it. I need to Starsk, now."
"What do you mean? Hutch?"
Hutch pulled Starsky into the apartment and parked him in the sofa. Sitting down next to him Hutch leaned in close. "We need to talk buddy, now. And... there's something I need to say." Taking a deep breath, Hutch focused his mind, tried to relax, let out his breath in a rush, looked into Starsky's sapphire eyes - and promptly forgot what he was going to say. Only Starsky's eyes could do that, the deep blue colour, the slightly up-ward teasing tilt of them, the sweet promises they held… the love, the want... he had to speak about the want.
"Hutch? What's happening, why d'you look at me like that? Hutch?" He seemed frozen in place and Starsky was about to wave his hand in front of Hutch's face in order to pull him out of the spell, but as soon as he moved Hutch looked away, blushing and fidgeting.
"Starsk, I just, I think I…, you can't, you don't know..."
Starsky froze. Hutch was not usually this bashful, and what was it that Hutch could not talk about - The Issue?! Starsky started to get angry, like hell he knew, they’d danced around this for so long. Gripping Hutch’s shoulders he exclaimed; "You think I don't know? Don't know what we're talking about? Don’t know why you look at me like that? Hutch, don’t you know that I love you? That I want you?" The words just slipped. Wanting to bite his tongue off, he looked away, embarrassed and still simmering.
The declaration shook Hutch and he trembled. The w-word, the word he'd never dare voice to Starsky. Love, yes, he could easily say he loved him, but 'want' was different; hazy thoughts and deeply-buried wants, that word again, rose to the surface… Want, I want him. Still trembling, he buried his face in his hands...
Seeing Hutch, Starsky cooled down and started to worry. A trembling Hutch was not was he was used to and besides there was the issue of the w-word, the word that had slipped off his tongue like a… an eel slipping through his hands, an in-expertly gripped ball, a… He shook his head to get rid of the pictures his mind painted.
"Hutch? Buddy? Please, I'm here." He pulled the trembling form close, wanting to ease his friend. They definitely had to talk, a lot, but right now the only thing that mattered was easing his big blond and making him feel better.
Feeling the loving arms, Hutch started to relax. "Starsk, I love you. I want you, too." Bashfully he tried to hide his face against the strong shoulders of his friend but Starsky was too quick.
"Do you? Really? Do you know what you're asking?" Moving his hands, Starsky held the beautiful face. The precious sky-blue eyes seemed to hold only the truth and they drew him in until their souls seemed to exist side by side. Like Siamese twins in an ever-twisting-turning world they would always be together.
"Love you, want you, too…"
He moved in and kissed him, tasting the lips of his partner for the very first time. He almost felt like a virgin again…
*****
Afterwards they tried and tasted a lot more and as chance would have it, they had the next day off and put it to good use.
::Pulls curtain::
FIN (for the second time)
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Anne to Loveofmeandthee
Okay, Ea, see me pumping my fist and saying "Yes!". You filled in the blanks perfectly, wonderfully, romantically, lovingly and with all those nice adjectives and descriptors about eyes...ahhhh. I am happy.
I don't think you need apologize for what you did to Hutch, it seems so him somehow, and makes him so endearing you just want to hug and take care of him...ahhhh. Lots of "ahhhh's" in this, aren't there.
[...]
But please don't lose that sardonic, mildly sarcastic touch, it's precious and livens your writing so much. Funny how words can change tone with saying a thing, and I love how you put things.
Anne
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Karen to Loveofmeandthee
Hey don't pull the curtain..
Would love to see more on this...What happens next?
Keep going...
Smiles
Karen
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Part 3
Oookay… what you ask for you might just happen to get. You have now been duly warned.
Other warnings: Shifting POV’s are still running rampant and not likely to get caught soon. Overly romantic, sappy and fluffy writing might appear too. And remember, I’m not going for serious here ;)
Last time we left the guys going at that tender first-time kiss, but then, what happened?
::Pulls curtain back:: (with a resounding RITCH!)
“What… what was that sound?” Hutch looked around, bewildered, and suddenly felt very exposed.
“Shit! Feels like someone’s lookin’ at us, Hutch.” Starsky tightened his hold on his lover and scanned the apartment. No, nothing’s here, what the hell was that sound?! Turning his attention to Hutch he asked; “Babe? You alright?”
“Yeah. Sure surprised me for a second. I feel like someone’s looking.”
“Me too. Something’s not right.” Cautiously he got up; the curtains seemed untouched and when he checked the door and windows nothing was out of place. Probably just the wind…?
Meanwhile, watching Starsky’s actions, Hutch had started to relax again. The feeling of being exposed had diminished and he began to focus on Starsky’s prowl around the apartment. The man moved like a great cat, his sinuousness revealing his sensual nature. The kiss they had just shared, which had been so violently interrupted, had been nothing like any kiss he’d shared with anyone before. Much better, in fact. The way Starsky had went for it and delved in, just like that… Aah! The blue of his eyes touching his innermost being, the feel of those lips, like dry satin, moving sensually along his own, the sweet taste of his mouth, the sleek wetness, the ardour with which he had…
“Hutch? What’sa matter with you?” The blond had started to look seriously out of it with that sappy, faraway expression on his face. It worried him and he shook Hutch lightly by the shoulders.
“Huh?” Hutch shook his head to get rid of the thoughts. Where had that come from? It wasn’t like him to get this sappy about things. Sure, it was a nice kiss and all, but... it was just Starsky. Just Starsky? Taking in the lithe form of the other man, Hutch discovered that he had never really paid enough attention to Starsky’s jeans, the way they fitted him and clung to his hips... mmmh.... yeah, now that was a nice thought...
“Hutch! Snap out of it!” Starsky shook him again. This was more serious than it looked like at first.
“Mmh? Sorry, buddy. Don’t know where that came from. Feels like these... thoughts... just started to invade me.” He rubbed his face and shook his head again. Now that he thought about it, those thoughts were really weird. He looked up, “things alright?”
“Yeah, I think they are, but when I look at you I’m not so sure anymore. You’re really OK?”
“I told you.” He held out his hands; “Starsky, come here.” He still looked apprehensive and Hutch had to pull him back down. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Now, where were we... Ah, yes.” Hutch pulled Starsky back into the kiss that had been so rudely interrupted. Oh, God, the feel of his hands just like that, mmmh....
Starsky let him. Embracing Hutch like this felt like heaven and when they continued the kiss he started to understand the look that he had seen in Hutch’s eyes. Love. When Hutch turned him over, Starsky felt the earth move...
The feeling of someone watching didn’t quite leave either man, but for now they were so thoroughly focused on each other that they didn’t care.
FIN (for now? ;)
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Anne til Loveofmeandthee
Ea:
I must be getting old or something, because this didn't even phase me.
It's normal to have peeping Toms from a fan list watch your every
move, just ask Flamingo, but I think I draw the line at those same
zealous fans imposing their audaciously sexy thoughts onto the scene--
isn't that invasion of privacy or something.
Not that I mind the way this is going, in fact adding another snippet
or two would be good.
Anne
********************************
Part 4
This is the absolutely final part. I toned down on the silly stuff and tried to go for something sweet and simple and short. It’s still meant firmly tongue-in-cheek though.
Type: Still slash. “Straight-boy” or “gayfic” as you prefer though I’m not sure if it’s “slashy slash slash”, I think I prefer “straight/gay/slash” myself - at least for this fic. And if anyone wants to believe it’s gen or chocolate cake, they’re welcome, I’m kinda equal-opportunity that way.
******
Starsky felt the warm weight of Hutch’s body as it covered him. Who cared about intruders - mental or otherwise - when his body sent him signal after signal about how nice this was. How nice it was to feel the warmth, to have Hutch nuzzling his throat just like that or how nice the pressure and sweet ache in his groin felt. Gliding his hands into Hutch hair, he guided the other man’s mouth back up to his and parted his legs so that Hutch lay firmly cradled between them, held fast by the grip of Starsky’s thighs.
Hutch relaxed and let Starsky guide him. He was still somewhat dazzled by how fast it had happened. Only moments ago Starsky had been storming out of the apartment, now he seemed to devour Hutch as if he were his last meal. Not that he minded...
“Hutch, you shirt, get it off, gotta touch you.” Starsky pulled dazedly at Hutch’s shirt, trying to get it out of the way. Feeling as overheated and frantic as Starsky, Hutch wasted little time with removing both their shirts before he could get back down. This time, he took the lead, holding on to Starsky’s arms while he kissed, licked and nibbled his way downwards, exploring the other man’s chest with his mouth. Just as Starsky felt he couldn’t take it anymore, Hutch stopped and looked up; “bed,” he whispered, blue eyes meeting blue eyes.
“Yes.”
Fin, Finale, The End, Das Ende, etc.
A/N: I have nothing against writing graphic sex scenes, but they are difficult, so I’d rather save that for more serious stuff. Y’all can probably imagine what happens anyway ;)
It's mostly silliness and parody - and un-betaed. Don't say you haven't been warned ;)
Part 1-3 have been slightly edited since I first posted them on the list, and I've put this new version up along with headers, notes and comments I got on-list.
Oh, and it's slash, but not very graphic.
Dedicated to Anne. Thanks so much for you comments :)
Type: Slash, I think, but who knows?
Summary: Starsky and Hutch needs to 'talk'
Rating: Pretty mild
Warning: This is silly and not very subtle - unfortunately I take delight in such things...
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, this is written for entertainment only and not for profit, etc. etc.
Notes: I haven’t really tried to be very serious, so… well, I just tried to have fun with words and play around a bit and I hope it amuses you. This is also my first *ever* piece of S&H fiction too and please bear with me. English is not my first language and I haven’t written much fiction in general, but I hope this can pass inspection ;) I do apologize for the commas…
Part 1
Starsky walked out of the door and went down the stairs - it was hard going home now but he had to. Turning towards the car, he barely heard the whizzing sound and immediately after he was hit by the really bad pun that leapt at him, hitting him squarely in the middle. As he adjusted his clothing and himself and absentmindedly brushed away the pun, he looked up at the apartment and caught the movement of Hutch in the living room. The shadow in the window moved around in a restless manner, pulling out something from somewhere and putting it into… Oops… only Starsky's quick reflexes saved him from being hit by a bad allusion - the pun had been hard enough and at first he had thought it aimed for his head… Oh no! Not again!
Leaning back against his car the world finally stopped spinning and Starsky tried to concentrate on their conversation. Just when they had finally started to talk about 'The Issue' Hutch had clammed up as usual and forcing words out of an oyster was easier than talking to him right now. On the other hand, leaving him meant leaving him again without saying what was really on his mind, and he'd left in this state of mind more times than he wanted to count. In a determined mindset he turned around and walked up the stairs.
In the meantime, Hutch had tried to pull himself and his thoughts together. It hadn't been easy, as he felt so torn up. Starsky was hiding something but whenever they approached 'The Issue', as he had come to call it, Starsky went quiet and still and often left shortly afterwards. This time should be the last and as he had not heard Starsky leave, he hurried towards the door. Opening it, he found Starsky on the other side looking as breathless as himself.
"Starsky…"
"Hutch…"
"I…"
"What do you…"
FIN
A/N: I’m evil and have a silly mind; is this about their cars, choice of pizza topping, choice of gun, quitting the PD (gasp!), twue luurve, or… something else?
**********************************
Anne to Loveofmeandthee
Ea:
Damn, you are one evil wench, what with puns and allusions and the imminent collapse of the western world to contend with, you go and leave a blank.
How fair is that? I think "The Issue" should be whether to draw and quarter you now, or wait until after you've filled in the blanks, without either pun or allusion to confuse poor me.
Now, if you want me to provide a hint, I think a generous helping of adjectives liberally sprinkled with romantic innuendo and naughty words should do it.
Can you hear my whip cracking?
[...]
Nifty little thing though.
Anne
*************************************
“The Issue”: The Ending - so far - but no cliff-hanger this time.
Type: This is slash.
Notes and warnings: Any erratically shifting POV’s, romantic adjectives, Freudian imagery, the italics, and the ‘…’s are provided for free - for your reading pleasure. The bad writing that might exist in this piece is supposed to be deliberate.
Part 2
In the last episode we left our heroes thus - in the doorway to Hutch's apartment:
"Starsky…"
"Hutch…"
"I…"
"What do you…"
*****
What they really said was this:
"I… just… We never talk about it. I need to Starsk, now."
"What do you mean? Hutch?"
Hutch pulled Starsky into the apartment and parked him in the sofa. Sitting down next to him Hutch leaned in close. "We need to talk buddy, now. And... there's something I need to say." Taking a deep breath, Hutch focused his mind, tried to relax, let out his breath in a rush, looked into Starsky's sapphire eyes - and promptly forgot what he was going to say. Only Starsky's eyes could do that, the deep blue colour, the slightly up-ward teasing tilt of them, the sweet promises they held… the love, the want... he had to speak about the want.
"Hutch? What's happening, why d'you look at me like that? Hutch?" He seemed frozen in place and Starsky was about to wave his hand in front of Hutch's face in order to pull him out of the spell, but as soon as he moved Hutch looked away, blushing and fidgeting.
"Starsk, I just, I think I…, you can't, you don't know..."
Starsky froze. Hutch was not usually this bashful, and what was it that Hutch could not talk about - The Issue?! Starsky started to get angry, like hell he knew, they’d danced around this for so long. Gripping Hutch’s shoulders he exclaimed; "You think I don't know? Don't know what we're talking about? Don’t know why you look at me like that? Hutch, don’t you know that I love you? That I want you?" The words just slipped. Wanting to bite his tongue off, he looked away, embarrassed and still simmering.
The declaration shook Hutch and he trembled. The w-word, the word he'd never dare voice to Starsky. Love, yes, he could easily say he loved him, but 'want' was different; hazy thoughts and deeply-buried wants, that word again, rose to the surface… Want, I want him. Still trembling, he buried his face in his hands...
Seeing Hutch, Starsky cooled down and started to worry. A trembling Hutch was not was he was used to and besides there was the issue of the w-word, the word that had slipped off his tongue like a… an eel slipping through his hands, an in-expertly gripped ball, a… He shook his head to get rid of the pictures his mind painted.
"Hutch? Buddy? Please, I'm here." He pulled the trembling form close, wanting to ease his friend. They definitely had to talk, a lot, but right now the only thing that mattered was easing his big blond and making him feel better.
Feeling the loving arms, Hutch started to relax. "Starsk, I love you. I want you, too." Bashfully he tried to hide his face against the strong shoulders of his friend but Starsky was too quick.
"Do you? Really? Do you know what you're asking?" Moving his hands, Starsky held the beautiful face. The precious sky-blue eyes seemed to hold only the truth and they drew him in until their souls seemed to exist side by side. Like Siamese twins in an ever-twisting-turning world they would always be together.
"Love you, want you, too…"
He moved in and kissed him, tasting the lips of his partner for the very first time. He almost felt like a virgin again…
*****
Afterwards they tried and tasted a lot more and as chance would have it, they had the next day off and put it to good use.
::Pulls curtain::
FIN (for the second time)
*******************************************
Anne to Loveofmeandthee
Okay, Ea, see me pumping my fist and saying "Yes!". You filled in the blanks perfectly, wonderfully, romantically, lovingly and with all those nice adjectives and descriptors about eyes...ahhhh. I am happy.
I don't think you need apologize for what you did to Hutch, it seems so him somehow, and makes him so endearing you just want to hug and take care of him...ahhhh. Lots of "ahhhh's" in this, aren't there.
[...]
But please don't lose that sardonic, mildly sarcastic touch, it's precious and livens your writing so much. Funny how words can change tone with saying a thing, and I love how you put things.
Anne
**************************************
Karen to Loveofmeandthee
Hey don't pull the curtain..
Would love to see more on this...What happens next?
Keep going...
Smiles
Karen
**************************************
Part 3
Oookay… what you ask for you might just happen to get. You have now been duly warned.
Other warnings: Shifting POV’s are still running rampant and not likely to get caught soon. Overly romantic, sappy and fluffy writing might appear too. And remember, I’m not going for serious here ;)
Last time we left the guys going at that tender first-time kiss, but then, what happened?
::Pulls curtain back:: (with a resounding RITCH!)
“What… what was that sound?” Hutch looked around, bewildered, and suddenly felt very exposed.
“Shit! Feels like someone’s lookin’ at us, Hutch.” Starsky tightened his hold on his lover and scanned the apartment. No, nothing’s here, what the hell was that sound?! Turning his attention to Hutch he asked; “Babe? You alright?”
“Yeah. Sure surprised me for a second. I feel like someone’s looking.”
“Me too. Something’s not right.” Cautiously he got up; the curtains seemed untouched and when he checked the door and windows nothing was out of place. Probably just the wind…?
Meanwhile, watching Starsky’s actions, Hutch had started to relax again. The feeling of being exposed had diminished and he began to focus on Starsky’s prowl around the apartment. The man moved like a great cat, his sinuousness revealing his sensual nature. The kiss they had just shared, which had been so violently interrupted, had been nothing like any kiss he’d shared with anyone before. Much better, in fact. The way Starsky had went for it and delved in, just like that… Aah! The blue of his eyes touching his innermost being, the feel of those lips, like dry satin, moving sensually along his own, the sweet taste of his mouth, the sleek wetness, the ardour with which he had…
“Hutch? What’sa matter with you?” The blond had started to look seriously out of it with that sappy, faraway expression on his face. It worried him and he shook Hutch lightly by the shoulders.
“Huh?” Hutch shook his head to get rid of the thoughts. Where had that come from? It wasn’t like him to get this sappy about things. Sure, it was a nice kiss and all, but... it was just Starsky. Just Starsky? Taking in the lithe form of the other man, Hutch discovered that he had never really paid enough attention to Starsky’s jeans, the way they fitted him and clung to his hips... mmmh.... yeah, now that was a nice thought...
“Hutch! Snap out of it!” Starsky shook him again. This was more serious than it looked like at first.
“Mmh? Sorry, buddy. Don’t know where that came from. Feels like these... thoughts... just started to invade me.” He rubbed his face and shook his head again. Now that he thought about it, those thoughts were really weird. He looked up, “things alright?”
“Yeah, I think they are, but when I look at you I’m not so sure anymore. You’re really OK?”
“I told you.” He held out his hands; “Starsky, come here.” He still looked apprehensive and Hutch had to pull him back down. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Now, where were we... Ah, yes.” Hutch pulled Starsky back into the kiss that had been so rudely interrupted. Oh, God, the feel of his hands just like that, mmmh....
Starsky let him. Embracing Hutch like this felt like heaven and when they continued the kiss he started to understand the look that he had seen in Hutch’s eyes. Love. When Hutch turned him over, Starsky felt the earth move...
The feeling of someone watching didn’t quite leave either man, but for now they were so thoroughly focused on each other that they didn’t care.
FIN (for now? ;)
********************************
Anne til Loveofmeandthee
Ea:
I must be getting old or something, because this didn't even phase me.
It's normal to have peeping Toms from a fan list watch your every
move, just ask Flamingo, but I think I draw the line at those same
zealous fans imposing their audaciously sexy thoughts onto the scene--
isn't that invasion of privacy or something.
Not that I mind the way this is going, in fact adding another snippet
or two would be good.
Anne
********************************
Part 4
This is the absolutely final part. I toned down on the silly stuff and tried to go for something sweet and simple and short. It’s still meant firmly tongue-in-cheek though.
Type: Still slash. “Straight-boy” or “gayfic” as you prefer though I’m not sure if it’s “slashy slash slash”, I think I prefer “straight/gay/slash” myself - at least for this fic. And if anyone wants to believe it’s gen or chocolate cake, they’re welcome, I’m kinda equal-opportunity that way.
******
Starsky felt the warm weight of Hutch’s body as it covered him. Who cared about intruders - mental or otherwise - when his body sent him signal after signal about how nice this was. How nice it was to feel the warmth, to have Hutch nuzzling his throat just like that or how nice the pressure and sweet ache in his groin felt. Gliding his hands into Hutch hair, he guided the other man’s mouth back up to his and parted his legs so that Hutch lay firmly cradled between them, held fast by the grip of Starsky’s thighs.
Hutch relaxed and let Starsky guide him. He was still somewhat dazzled by how fast it had happened. Only moments ago Starsky had been storming out of the apartment, now he seemed to devour Hutch as if he were his last meal. Not that he minded...
“Hutch, you shirt, get it off, gotta touch you.” Starsky pulled dazedly at Hutch’s shirt, trying to get it out of the way. Feeling as overheated and frantic as Starsky, Hutch wasted little time with removing both their shirts before he could get back down. This time, he took the lead, holding on to Starsky’s arms while he kissed, licked and nibbled his way downwards, exploring the other man’s chest with his mouth. Just as Starsky felt he couldn’t take it anymore, Hutch stopped and looked up; “bed,” he whispered, blue eyes meeting blue eyes.
“Yes.”
Fin, Finale, The End, Das Ende, etc.
A/N: I have nothing against writing graphic sex scenes, but they are difficult, so I’d rather save that for more serious stuff. Y’all can probably imagine what happens anyway ;)