December 6th- Starsky’s Song by LilyK

Thanks, Starsk,” Hutch said in a subdued voice, sipping from his glass of red wine. “Great dinner.”

Starsky grinned. “My pleasure.”

“And thanks for… for keeping it low key.” Hutch looked at his lover over the rim of his glass, giving Starsky a warm smile.

“I know ya aren’t a big fan of Christmas. Since we had to work until 5 today, and it being just me and you, it was easy to toss the roast into a crock-pot with enough veggies to sink a battleship.” Starsky lifted his wineglass. They clinked their glasses together.

“That’s why I love you,” Hutch said. Continue reading “December 6th- Starsky’s Song by LilyK”

December 6th- Making Soup Without a Can Opener by Curlew

A recipe and a story. Two for the price of one.

Juggling paper sacks and keys, Starsky managed to get through the door without dropping anything — a minor miracle. Shaking his head and scattering a halo of raindrops, he pulled the door closed with his foot, and dumped the groceries in the kitchen before turning his attention to the figure stretched on the sofa. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

“How’re you doing?”

“Fine.” Continue reading “December 6th- Making Soup Without a Can Opener by Curlew”

December 19th- White Christmas by Daisy Morgan

“…may your days be merry and bright, and may all your Christmases be white…” Starsky sang along enthusiastically with the closing lyrics as Hutch stood up and turned off the TV.

“That’s my favorite Christmas movie. I miss havin’ a white Christmas,” he mused wistfully. “Don’t you, Hutch?”

“Sometimes. Although I don’t exactly miss the single-digit Minnesota winters or having to shovel three feet of snow off the driveway.” Hutch paused to pull something off the tree. “Trick or treat?” he asked suddenly, standing in front of the sofa where Starsky was sitting.

“You feelin’ okay, Blondie? I think you’ve mixed up your holidays.” Continue reading “December 19th- White Christmas by Daisy Morgan”