Author: Dorian Gray
Word Count: 100
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Starsky sees through the polite smile right off the bat, 'cause it feels like a handshake from somebody who doesn't want to so much as touch you. And there's the smug one -- tight and a little mean -- that makes Starsky wanna knock his block off. (He settles for laughing whenever something comes along to cut Hutch down to size.)
Hutch flops back on the grass, grins at him, face lit up like Vegas at midnight, and, man, if that isn't something else altogether.
There's a feeling like a warm palm pressing against his chest. Starsky grins back -- really, who wouldn't?