Friends
By fanofhc
Characters don't belong to me, and there is no profit being made.
Warning: This is a dark dealing with male rape. If the topic offends you, please do not read. It will not be overly graphic but it is intense. I've long since been interested in the strength of the relationship between S&H and have written this story to try to highlight this. Although a dark topic, I have tried to show the depth of their relationship and how much they care and help each other. It's a dark way to do this but it was intentional and I try to focus on the positives at the end.
However, the subject may be offensive to some, so please be warned. I initially posted this as M but realised reading other stories on the site that this really isn't more than a T since it's not overly graphic and is certainly no more explicit than some of the other T stories on the site. However, the topic is what it is, and so if you are uneasy about this topic, please do not read.
CHAPTER ONE
"Hutch, you're seriously weird, ya know that don't ya?" Starsky gave a mock shudder as he looked at partner who was trying to hide his amusement.
"Well, Starsk, I don't know why you think it's weird to eat healthy. It's your body, I guess and if you want to end up pensioned off with heart troubles, then keep on with your appalling eating habits." Hutch shrugged, knowing full well that he'd never convince Starsky of the need to eat good food. It was a long running joke between them.
"I ain't gonna end up with heart troubles. You're gonna nag me to death before that happens." Starsky glared at his partner. "But it's your birthday, blintz, and if you wanna eat at that rabbit food joint, then we'll do it. Just don't expect me to eat anythin' revoltin', and be ready to go to Huggy's afterwards. I'll be starvin' by the end of the evenin'."
Hutch grinned. It wasn't his birthday for another week but he wanted to go to the opening of a new health food restaurant. It had taken all his powers of persuasion to get Starsky to agree to go, and even now, it was going to be a compromise situation.
The first half of the evening at Misty's and the second half at Huggy's Bar and Grill. He'd received an invitation to attend the official opening and was keen to investigate it. His current girlfriend was a stewardess and out of town, so he was left with his very reluctant, junk-food loving friend.
"Okay, Starsk, whatever you want is fine. You might be surprised with the good food… Okay, okay…" Hutch broke off, laughing at the expression on Starsky's face. "I give up. I promise we can go to Huggys after."
"You betcha we can go there. I must be out of my mind goin' to a place like Mistys. Never say I don't do anythin' for ya, blintz."
"No, Starsk, I'd never say that." Hutch grew unexpectedly serious. He knew Starsky would do anything for him, as he would for Starsky. It was a given- an understanding they had, that required no words. Every now and again they were reminded of this. Their many crises brought this home to them, but in their day-to-day lives, they rarely spoke about it. Hutch suddenly wanted to be serious, to say that he understood, but his volatile partner had already changed subject, and was discussing his plans to woo Huggy's new waitress. Behind Huggy's back of course, since Huggy never approved of his staff dating his customers. Starsky and Hutch were no exception, but Susie was a real knock-out and Starsky deemed her worthy of the effort. The moment of seriousness between them had passed.
Starsky was staring at the menu with horror.
"Hutch, this ain't food, this is…. I dunno, but it sure ain't food."
"Will you keep your voice down, Starsk? This is a nice restaurant." Hutch had grimaced when he saw the menu, knowing that his partner would complain long and loud, and he was.
"Nice restaurant for what, Hutch? Rabbits? What can I eat? Don't have any burgers, or burritos and what the hell is this?" Starsky pointed at the selection called ratatouille.
"Egg plant, Starsk. It's very nice…"
"Egg plant? God, Hutch, you've got some weird tastes." Starsky shook his head over the menu. "I can't eat anythin' here. You eat, and I'll wait 'til after. Maybe I can get some bread."
Hutch wasn't surprised at Starsky's pronouncement but he sighed and looked at him.
"Don't think I'm gonna hurry, just because you're turning your nose up at perfectly good food." Hutch kept reading the menu.
"Fine. I'm gonna find the john. I assume this place has one?" Starsky got up to look around. He saw the sign and walked towards it, hoping his hunger would hold off until they got to Huggys. There was certainly nothing on the menu that appealed
to him. He was unaware of the man who got up to follow him and Hutch was too busy talking to the waitress to notice.