This one started out to be a totally different thing. But I always liked that scene in New Deputy in Town where the boys get handcuffed to the mirrors on opposite sides of the Bad Guys of the Week's car, then the Bad Guys of the Week set it rolling toward the pond. Of course the boys manage to save themselves by jumping into the windows (and it's a really good thing that everyone in Hazzard leaves their windows down all the time) and stepping on the brakes -- just in time, or course. After a few cute lines (Bo says he's going to church this week, early) they hotwire the car and drive it off to foil the Plot of the Week. So this vignette was inspired by that scene.
After hotwiring the car with his left hand – from the right side, no less – Luke reckons he can do just about anything.
So long as Bo's right hand is involved.
Which is exactly the thing he's looking for when he climbs into Bo's bed. Seems like it's trapped under his cousin's long body somewhere; going to require an expedition to find it.
"Luke?" The voice that never finished changing, it still cracks when Bo's upset or confused. Luke's not going to let one little pre-pubescent sound make him forget what he came for. "What are you…?"
"Turn over," he suggests, giving Bo just enough room to roll over from where he's laying on his belly. Seems a strange way to sleep anyway. Once his cousin has achieved a more mature posture, flat on his back, Luke's back over him, reaching for that right hand. Pins it under his left. "We almost died today," he reminds Bo.
Gets a yawn for his efforts. Clearly he's the most non-threatening and boring interruption to Bo's sleep in decades. "That happens all the time, Luke."
Yes and no. "Not like today. If that car had made it into the pond…" They would have sunk like stones. Bo's right foot gets credit for the save.
"All right. We almost died. You woke me up to tell me that?" Bo's using his free hand to rub at his eyes and the bridge of his nose. Seems like Luke's going to have to collect that hand soon, too.
And no, he didn't wake Bo up to tell him things the man ought to have already realized on his own. He woke him up to—
Well, he's got to take Bo's left hand away from him first, get it off his face and pinned up by his ear. Must be curiosity that has Bo letting him do it. Caught in the moonlight from the window by his bed, Bo's hair frames a face that is lumped up in the middle with confusion. And that's not good, a man could get wrinkles that way. Luke uses his own forehead in an attempt to smooth Bo's out.
"I woke you up," Luke says, then tilts his chin down to kiss Bo. The man is entirely too accepting of that, seems like he ought to have a complaint or two. "To borrow your right hand." Another kiss.
"Wait a minute," Bo says. Oh he waits until the kiss is done; greedy as always, Bo gets what's coming to him before doing things that are strictly routine, like talking. "You figure I'm just going to give over my right hand to…" Funny, how Bo kisses him instead of finishing that sentence.
"Well, yeah," Luke says, when he can manage to disentangle his own lips. "But in exchange, you get my right hand." A more than fair trade. Bo seems to agree, if that smiling kiss is any indication. And if that's not enough of a sign for Luke to interpret, the man slips his right hand free from Luke's left, uses it for leverage to turn them over. More kisses, the kind there's no talking around. Which is fine, discussion is done, and their right hands take over.