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December 14th- A Spotty Christmas by Curlew
One look at Hutch as he came through the door and Starsky rapidly rewrote his plans for the evening.
“Oh babe — did he walk?”
“Don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’ll run you a bath. Do you want tea or wine?”
“It’s OK– I’ll just have a quick shower.” Continue reading “December 14th- A Spotty Christmas by Curlew”
December 16th- 12 Days of Starsky and Hutch Christmas by KiraBerlin
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A [reload] cartridge to feel carefree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten kisses for keeping,
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven tissues for wiping,
Ten kisses for keeping,
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve times of cumming,
Eleven tissues for wiping,
Ten kisses for keeping,
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven rounds of rimming,
Sex games a-playing,
Five cock rings,
Four loving words,
Thrice swollen glans,
Two looks of love, and
Brought his package to be here with me!
December 13th- Christmas 1985 by KiraBerlin
Author’s Note: This is an excerpt from a story I am currently writing. Hutch had a daughter, Amelia, with a woman he briefly knew, but the mother killed herself shortly after the birth of the baby. This is when Starsky and Hutch found their love for each other. With the child and Starsky in his life, Hutch needed to find a new place to live and he and Starsky decided to buy a house together near his old place on the canals. They raise the child together. Even outwardly Amelia is both their daughter: She’s got Hutch’s blond hair and Starsky’s curls. Starsky is the one who has been able to calm the little girl down from day one. This chapter starts a few days before Christmas Day.
“Hey there, what’s for dinner?”
Starsky walked in the door of the Venice bungalow and threw his jacket over the hook behind the door.
“Daddy!” The curly haired blonde 4-year-old came running from the kitchen. Continue reading “December 13th- Christmas 1985 by KiraBerlin”
December 11th- ‘Cause Somewhere in the Crowd, There’s You by Dawnwind
Sequel to Ding-Dong the Bitch is Dead: https://archiveofourown.org/works/200279
I was sick and tired last night when I called you from Glasgow…
Opening the package that had been propped on his front door before he got inside, Starsky almost dropped the other contents when he saw the scrawled signature on the Christmas card.
Hutchinson.
The man on the album cover was bent over a piano, one hand spread to make a chord with thumb, middle finger and pinkie. The other hand was curled around a bottle of rye. Possibly in imitation, Starsky knocked back a tumbler of Johnny Walker, listening to the record multiple times, particularly the title track, a cover of ABBA’s Super Trouper. Continue reading “December 11th- ‘Cause Somewhere in the Crowd, There’s You by Dawnwind”
December 10th- Hanukkah Drabbles by Curlew
44 Candles
“Huggy’s?”
“Think I’ll go home.”
“You OK?”
“Yeah. Just…. Fine. See you tomorrow.”
Hutch looked after him uncertainly, then settled down to paperwork.
In five minutes, he was out the door, and in two hours, he was at Starsky’s, laden with parcels.
“What’s all this?”
“No idea — Avram took me shopping. You looked kinda blue, and when I checked the calendar…. Careful, that’s the… menorah? Is that right? Why do we need 44 candles? Starsk, I know I’m not family….”
Starsky hugged him. “You’re a great substitute! Wow — sufganiyot!”
“Avram insisted. Trust you to have a faith that involves donuts”
A Hanukkah Miracle
“Hutch, you don’t look Jewish, but there must be an ancestor somewhere…”
“You know I love applesauce — and those pancakes…”
“Latkes”
“…are delicious! Anyway. Why 44 candles?”
“If you light one the first day, Einstein, and two the second for eight days…”
“Oh, yeah. And eight days?”
“When the Maccabees purified the Temple, one day’s worth of oil burned for eight. A miracle. That’s why Hanukkah food’s fried in oil.”
“You made that up. To get more donuts.”
“Sufganiyot. Hutch….”
“Yeah?”
“You’re looking kinda like a miracle to me.”
With a wide eyed inevitability, they drew together in the candlelight.
December 9th- Play Gingerbread House with Me by Lisa C.
Christmas shopping at the mall together the first time as lovers was no different than as friends, Hutch discovered. He waited while Starsky paid and finished flirting with the cashier.
Rejoining him, Starsky couldn’t miss the solemn look.
“You can’t be a grinch already, Hutch. We’ve only been to two stores!”
“Never mind. It’s nothing.”
Starsky looked back at sporting goods store counter they just left. Nothing but pretty salesgirls in tight referee shirts. He looked at his partner, suddenly understanding. He pulled them over to a gingerbread house display.
“Hutch, I’m gonna flirt with pretty ladies. I’m gonna flirt with little old ladies. I’m even gonna flirt with ladies God was less than kind to. It’s what I do.”
Hutch nodded and looked intently at a ginger man making a ginger snowman.
“But,” Starsky said, pulling them down on the nearby bench, “you’re the one I’ll always come home to, the one I’ll always kiss goodnight and the one I’ll always kiss good morning.”
Hutch beamed into his lover’s face. “Just then?” he asked.
Starsky smiled, slipped his hand in Hutch’s coat pocket, and whispered in a beautiful Nordic ear, “Probably more than a few times in between too.”
December 8th- Love in the Time of Covid-19 by Silver Chipmunk
“Well,” Starsky sighed in early December, “It looks like we’re havin’ the holidays alone this year.” He brightened up a little. “At least we can Zoom Kiko and Molly an’ their families.”
Hutch sighed in his turn. “Damn it,” he grumbled. He was not a fan of computer technology. But in 2020, visiting was not an option, and if they wanted to see the people as close to them as blood, Zoom was the only way. “I hate not being with them.”
Starsky pulled his husband close. “Don’t worry schweetheart. No matter what, it’ll always be ‘me and thee’, together.”
December 7th- What’s in a Name? by Dawnwind
The ringing phone was audible from the front steps. Starsky cleared them in one leap, jamming the key into the door lock before sprinting inside to answer.
Burdened with the take-out and mail, Hutch paused a moment to admire Starsky’s athletic prowess. Impressive strength and ability one and a half years after he’d survived three bullets in the back. He’d returned to the force, proving to all naysayers, and particularly to himself, that he could withstand the rigors of police work. Continue reading “December 7th- What’s in a Name? by Dawnwind”
