From The Ransom of Hazzard. By this point it seemed like the boys were stuck in a loop of 'bring bad guy to justice' followed by 'do something leisurely.' I felt that ought to grate against the nerves of two former moonshine runners.
It was one of those days: the kind where the sun shone down in exactly the right amounts, with a subtle north breeze offsetting its heat; they had the General, a picnic lunch, fishing poles and… Daisy. Yeah, Daisy was right there behind them yelling as if the fish were deaf to her high pitched needling about how Uncle Jesse was expecting them, and they'd better get home quick.
Seemed like a good idea, somewhere about a year ago when Daisy had just been kidnapped by that seven-foot brainless wonder Milo Beaudry, to keep her close. For years it had been BoandLuke, theDukeboys, prowling the county in their orange clunker car, the center all kinds of trouble. Now it was BoandLukeandDaisy, and the chaos they created had long ago been eclipsed by the number of times they'd saved the family, the county and even the country, from doom.
Somewhere in the past six years, the dreamy Duke boys had been reduced to just about sleepwalking through the motions. And that nagging voice behind them, calling her two do-gooder cousins out of the sunshine, embodied every bit of the boring they'd become.
He really would have figured that Bo would have rebelled before they got to this point. It wasn't like the guy grew up with an altruistic bent. But Bo'd taken the death of their wild youth in stride, like he was content with righting wrongs and being beloved. Wasn't that long ago that they had far better excuses to ignore sirens than the fact that they were loathe to be interrupted while doing the sheriff's work for him.
Seemed like it was, just like everything else in their sainted lives, up to Luke to fix it. After, of course, saving Hazzard from a good drenching, after getting hit over the head and tied up, after beating the tar out of Boss's stooge's stooge. After getting Enos his badge back and after restoring the county funds, Luke could get around to setting things right.
Back to the dam, which had apparently always been there, a place they'd always come to fish (still Luke couldn't rightly remember when they'd been there before), this time without Daisy, without fishing poles, without a picnic lunch. Turned the CB off and got out of the car, wandering down to the edge of the water.
"Why're we here?" Bo was asking him while tagging along behind, because along with coming up with a plan, Luke was supposed to explain it.
Moonshine would have solved so many problems. If they could be running it, they wouldn't have time for good deeds and boredom. If he could be drinking it now, he could achieve senselessness in no time. If he could give some to Bo, maybe what was about to happen wouldn't freak him out so much.
Then again, all their edges were already dull. The goal of this here was to sharpen them right up.
So he grabbed Bo by the hand, pulling that long, stumbling body up close. One arm up around his too-high neck and pulling down into a kiss about as gentle as a left jab. Wake up, cuz.
Two hands pushed against Luke's chest, but he paid them no mind. Only thing to do with Bo's fear was to hold him until it faded away like childhood nightmares. Struggle, shiver, shake, sob, sigh, yeild – he'd only spent years walking Bo through those steps, all the way to awake, aware, and I'm right here with you, cousin.
There it was, finally, two of them in the same place. Kiss softened up, no longer knockout strength. Fingers emerged out of fists, stroking and exploring. Finding curves, slopes and gullies; the only territory Hazzard County the Duke boys didn't know inside and out, that thing they'd been saving for last.