Perceived Unknown By An Eye That Peers Through A Forest Of Hair
Surprised is one way to explain how I'm feeling right now. There is also: baffled, flabbergasted, dumbfounded, shocked, blown away, floored, stunned and many more. But in the end my search for a proper term to explain my feelings come to an abrupt halt when I realise that there is no real way to explain it. At least not any way that I know about. So I opt for staring rather openly and obviously at my partner's chest, astounded by what I have failed to notice after many years of friendship. I can faintly hear someone in the background shouting at me, "Enjoying the view, Hutchinson!?" but it gets drowned out by Starsky's hand waving in front of my face and my name being called.
"You all right, Hutch." Blue eyes squinting at me from underneath dark, wet curls, my partner clearly amused. Oh, there is no doubt that Starsky knows what I'm staring at, he's just looking to get some fun out of the situation.
"When did you get those?" I ask slowly, my brain still struggling to function properly under the heavy stares of the other men in the locker room.
"Get what?" Impish little grin appearing on Starsky's face, milking my surprise for all it's worth and basking in its glory because he has something that I was unaware of, up until now. Might be that he chose this day to show them off on purpose just to embarrass me in front of our brother cops. Well, if that was the plan it was highly successful even if it would backfire, if they didn't talk about us before they sure as hell will now. Not that we even care about it, but it's bound to get worse and harder to ignore.
"These." I reach out and pull carefully on one of the rings adorning my partner's hairy chest, he shudders at my action and grabs onto my arm to hold me still. Grin replaced by closed eyes and gritted teeth.
"Don't pull on 'em." Smile popping right back up followed by a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, it's an expression of pain, not enjoyment. I know him well enough to see that clear as day, even if he tries to hide it. Fairly new then, haven't had the time to heal all the way yet. "Unless, you want me to drag you into the nearest empty room and have my way with you." Makes a joke out of it, he does, and just like that the room is empty, almost as if someone had pumped it full of cyanide, I was burning red and Starsky was sporting a shit eating grin. A quick look around the room and I couldn't help, but laugh at the stupidity of it all. At least now we know how to clear a room in a matter of seconds should it ever become necessary.
It doesn't stop at that either. Shirt now buttoned Starsky turns to look at me once more still smiling and before I've got time to think he's too close and I realise that I'm being kissed. Nothing raunchy or daring just a kiss. Then he's gone, leaving me sitting on my own, shocked, amazed and wanting more.