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A drabble I posted at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
me_and_thee_100. The prompt was "kiss". (And it's Starsky & Hutch, so it's slash. Completely PG, though!)
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Hutch, leaning in, not caring who saw him, kissed Starsky gently on the mouth. Starsky didn't respond, remaining cold and still. Dead men can't kiss back.
Hutch sat up, gasping, shaking, cold sweat covering his body. Starsky wasn't dead, he was not. He'd dropped Hutch off at his apartment after a late evening just four hours ago.
He picked up the phone. "Starsk, you alone? I have to see you." He did not know what would happen after they talked but he did know this: the first time he kissed him would not be as Starsky lay in his coffin.
me_and_thee_100. The prompt was "kiss". (And it's Starsky & Hutch, so it's slash. Completely PG, though!)***
Hutch, leaning in, not caring who saw him, kissed Starsky gently on the mouth. Starsky didn't respond, remaining cold and still. Dead men can't kiss back.
Hutch sat up, gasping, shaking, cold sweat covering his body. Starsky wasn't dead, he was not. He'd dropped Hutch off at his apartment after a late evening just four hours ago.
He picked up the phone. "Starsk, you alone? I have to see you." He did not know what would happen after they talked but he did know this: the first time he kissed him would not be as Starsky lay in his coffin.
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