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PART ONE
Disco Fever - Part Two
By
Abigail Crabtree
"Starsk, go on and dance with the redhead. She’s just standing there waiting for you." Hutch nodded in the direction of the young woman who kept looking in Starsky’s direction with an inviting smile.
"Well, I’d hate to disappoint a lady." Starsky got to his feet. "And what about you? How’d you do with that long-legged beauty you were talking to?"
"Her number’s right here, and we’ve got a date tomorrow night." Hutch patted his shirt pocket.
"Why don’t you ask her to dance?"
"Maybe. But don’t wait for me, you go on."
Starsky breathed a sigh of relief as he took the dance floor with the willing redhead. His palms were sweaty and his heart seemed to be pounding. He’d found it hard to look Hutch in the eyes. Some great idea it was to come here. Why did that woman have to tell her friends about Hutch’s prowess in bed here of all places? And why do I have to keep thinking about it?
Hutch finished his beer and leaned back in his chair. What the hell am I doing here? Shit, I know why I’m here. I’m here because…because my partner thinks I’m having some kind of dating slump. He thinks finding me a date will cure what ails me. If he only knew. How do I explain to him he’s the reason I don’t want to date anymore? I can just see the look on his face if I told Him he’s the reason I’m not dating. He’d probably have me committed.
Starsky had finished one dance and begun another with the same redhead. Hutch enjoyed watching Starsky dance. It was obvious from the several admiring female eyes following Starsky’s every move on the dance floor that Hutch was not alone in enjoying the sight. Damn, he looks good out there.
Hutch’s eyes followed every sway and strut Starsky made. Being around him in those damn tight jeans all the time…it’s no wonder he always seems to be on my mind.
"Check out that guy on the dance floor."
"Yeah, man, he’s something."
Hutch turned to see two very young women standing next to him transfixed by the sight of Starsky doing his thing with the redhead.
"Man, can that guy dance. And those tight jeans sure show off that nice ass."
"They show off more than his ass."
The women moved on, and Hutch turned back to watch Starsky. His ass is better than nice--it’s great. And, yes, you can’t help but notice that bulge in his jeans. But the big question is why I am suddenly taking notice of it? I don’t even remember when I first started looking at him differently. All of a sudden, I’m wondering what it would be like to kiss him. To kiss Starsky…am I going crazy? I think so. I’ve got to be going crazy. There’s no other explanation. No sane man makes love to a woman, all the while wondering what it would be like to make love to another man. No, not just any other man. Starsky is the only one I’d ever consider…
"Hey, you want to dance?"
Hutch looked up to see a tall brunette wearing bright pink hot pants. Hutch hesitated but only briefly. Might as well dance. I need something to distract my mind from where it’s been all night long. And Lord knows, those pink hot pants are certainly distracting.
"Sure, I’d love to dance."
"Great." The brunette smiled and held out her hand. "Let’s go."
By the time Hutch finished his dance and had a drink at the bar with brunette, Starsky had finished dancing. Hutch watched as his partner moved across the room toward him. I hope I don’t look like some lovesick puppy, because I sure feel like one.
"You and that redhead looked pretty hot out there." Hutch hoped he looked and sounded normal.
"She’s a good dancer. As a matter of fact, she and I are coming back here again tomorrow night."
"Hey, that’s great. How about we call it night then? It was a good idea to come here tonight, huh? Seems we both got lucky and have dates tomorrow. You’re lying, Hutchinson. You hated being here, and you hate the idea of a date tomorrow--for either one of you.
"I’m glad we came, too. I really had fun." Starsky pulled his car keys out of his jeans and put on what he hoped was his usual cheery smile. You’re lying, Starsky, you wish the hell you’d never thought of this. You wanted him to get a date, and now that he has one, you can’t stand it. You don’t even want to think that tomorrow night he might be naked and sweaty with some woman.