Author's note: This was written for the 2008 Starsky and Hutch Advent Calender. Just a little snippit. Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Starsky or Hutch.


Tradition, Tradition

"So whatta' you want to do for Christmas this year?" Starsky asked one evening in November.

"After last year, didn't we decide that we were going to keep it quiet this year? Just us?" Hutch thought about the crazy rush they'd had the previous year, trying to make it to three different Christmas parties on the same day, at Huggy's, at the Dobey's, and with Molly and Kiko.

"Well, yeah, but that was last year. We've had time to recover since then, and I think we should do something special."

"You know, Starsk, you say that every year, year after year. So every Christmas we cram as much into the day as possible and every year we're exhausted and we say we aren't going to do it again."

"So it's traditional, Hutch! What's wrong with tradition?"

Hutch sighed. "OK, Babe. It's traditional. But we can break with tradition once in awhile."

"You know, Hutch, this argument is traditional too. We have it every year. And you know I'm going to win. So you might as well give up now."

"What makes you think that I'm going to give in so easily?"

Starsky grinned wickedly. "'Cause you always do when I use my secret weapon."

Hutch swallowed. "And what secret weapon is that, Starsk?"

"Come on over here, my big, beautiful blond," Starsky purred lasciviously, reaching for the buttons of Hutch's jeans, "and I'll show you."

They ended up going to four different parties that year, and Hutch didn't argue at all.