A Christmas To Remember
Christmas is too commercial, or so Hutch says. Now, Starsky might slightly agree with that, it would be great if people could be nice on all of the 364 other days of the year, too. But the thing with Christmas is the spirit and joy of it all, plus it wouldn't be any use celebrating it if every day was like that. Then there wouldn't be anything special about it, just another ordinary day. But getting Hutch to understand that would be like teaching a fish to be without water.
So on their one day off he pulls his partner with him out of town and out to the hills overlooking the ocean. It's really a desperate attempt at spreading some of the holiday joy with the Blintz, figured he might understand a bit more if he could see that it wasn't all about hustle and bustle of last minute shopping in retail hell, where you can get you brains scrambled for free as a complimentary treat instead of cookie samples. But it could also be quiet and peaceful, bursting with beauty. Out where the smog doesn't fill their lungs and distort their view of the sky.
Which is why he's risking his paint job by having them both sprawled over the hood of the Torino with a blanket to share. It's probably not good for Hutch's back, but it's vital in making his friend understand better. Just looking at the stars and listening to the distant sounds of Bay City behind them and the waves crashing onto the sand beneath them, feeling the gentle strokes of the cool winter breeze across their flushed skin.
Well, it was one thing to haul his partner out here to look at the stars, maybe even look for Santa's sleigh, but it sure as hell turned into something else pretty quick. It was probably the most insane and stupid thing they've ever done together, yet he couldn't possibly wipe the grin of off his face. Not with his head resting on Hutch's clammy chest and feeling every rise and fall with each breath that escaped through kiss swollen lips. Not even his sore ass could bring his mood down, it was all worth it due to the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.
Sure, they've had sex in the car before on several occasions and many other locations, however getting thoroughly fucked by his blonde partner on the bonnet of his beloved car couldn't really compare to anything else they've ever done. Not even that blow job in the squad room which he still can't figure out how they got away with. The smooth slide of the car's steel skin underneath his bare back, the cold air on their skin, the risk of getting caught. This was definitely one for the books, a Christmas to remember.
And if he has his way they'll come out here every Christmas to celebrate having survived yet another year together.