"Starsky…you bought me a puppy?"
"Well yeah, Hutch, I saw how much you liked the spotty dog that helped us out when we were working that drug bust"
"Starsk, you bought me a puppy!"
Starsky started squirming a little under his partner's intense gaze. "Yeah, I bought ya a puppy. What's tha matter? Don't ya like him?"
Ken leant forward and laid a small chaste kiss on his partner's forehead, unable to express in words his delight over his gift. Before he could pull away, a warm and slightly rough hand reached up and cupped the back of his head. Able but unwilling to move, Hutch stared into his partners warm blue eyes.
A moment or two passed before Starsky finally broke the strangely expectant silence.
"Hey, Blondie…I think ya sense of direction is on the blink again."
And before Hutch could even think of demanding an explanation, Starsky inched closer until there was barely any distance between them.
"Ya should have been aiming here…"
Warm lips settled on Ken's own, and with barely a pause, he responded, leaning into the kiss and deepening it. One of them moaned slightly, and Hutch wasn't sure who it was, but decided he liked that sound. The kiss went on and on, until, with unspoken mutual agreement, they parted.
"Yeah, Starsk, I like the puppy…and I like you, too"
"That's great, Blondie, cause I really like you, and you're stuck with both of us."
"I can live with that, Starsk."
"So can I. Happy Birthday, Partner"