{"id":31,"date":"2017-06-03T04:29:44","date_gmt":"2017-06-03T04:29:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/solstice.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2017\/calendar\/?p=31"},"modified":"2017-06-03T04:29:44","modified_gmt":"2017-06-03T04:29:44","slug":"june-3rd-definitions-of-magic-by-dppatricks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/solstice.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2017\/calendar\/?p=31","title":{"rendered":"June 3rd- Definitions of Magic by DPPatricks"},"content":{"rendered":"

This story is the result of the <\/span>Me_and_Thee 100\u2019s Challenge #363 – Magic<\/strong>.<\/a><\/span> I wrote five drabbles for the prompt but this one decided it needed to be considerably longer than 100 words.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cThe Magic Castle! Can you believe it, Starsky?\u201d I don\u2019t normally get effusive about such things, but I was feeling pretty darned pleased about the evening we\u2019d just spent. \u201cWe\u2019ve finally been to the Magic Castle!\u201d I led the way up the stairs at Venice Place, leaving his Torino parked behind my car on the street.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. All it took was you nearly gettin\u2019 killed!\u201d His tone was sullen and it surprised me. \u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

I dug the key out of my pocket and opened the door. Ushering him inside, I bestowed my most innocent, ingratiating smile on him. \u201cBut I didn\u2019t!\u201d He shuffled past me and I closed the door before continuing. \u201cYou got the girl safely out to Dobey and the uniforms, and brought the cavalry back in time to round up all the kidnappers.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBarely in time.\u201d Clearly, he was not going to give up his less-than-cheerful mood easily. \u201cDon\u2019t ever ask me to do that again, Hutch, \u2018cause I won\u2019t.\u201d He turned away from me. \u201cNext time, you take the kid and go for help!\u201d<\/span>
\n<\/p>\n

I put my hand on his finely clad shoulder and turned him to face me. His expression was one I couldn\u2019t read and it brought me up short. He was suppressing some thought or feeling and I couldn\u2019t figure out what it was.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s goin\u2019 on, Starsk?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNothin\u2019,\u201d he mumbled, moving out from under my fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou seemed to be having a good time tonight,\u201d I pointed out. \u201cWas that all for Mr. Kellam\u2019s benefit?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d He shed the jacket of his dark gray suit. \u201cI enjoyed it. Every single one of them was a terrific magician. The best I\u2019ve ever seen!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen what\u2019s the problem?\u201d I took the coat from him and hung it in the closet before I shrugged out of mine and hung it up, too. We\u2019d both dressed in our best clothes for the night at the Castle, gratis, thanks to the kidnap victim\u2019s very appreciative father.<\/span><\/p>\n

I knew my partner had something on his mind though, besides being seen in the company of important people<\/em>, eating an excellent meal, and watching the impressive entertainment offered by one of the most exclusive clubs in Southern California. And I wanted to get to the bottom of it. \u201cSo? You had a good time. What\u2019s happened between the last act and now? What made you so quiet on the way home?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With uncharacteristic intensity, Starsky began pacing. \u201cWe were standing outside the castle, waitin\u2019 for the valets to bring our cars around, and Kellam kept goin\u2019 on about how he thought the way we rescued his daughter was damn near magic.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know. It made me uncomfortable, but I didn\u2019t realize it had gotten to you, too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTried not to let it show.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKellam said it was the reason he wanted to take us there tonight.\u201d I waited until he stopped and looked at me. \u201cWhen he proposed it to Dobey, I heard him say something about us being spell casters.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDobey must not have taken him seriously or he\u2019d never have agreed to it.\u201d Starsky shook his head and I thought he actually shuddered. \u201cOur accepting an expensive evening as a thank you for saving his daughter was questionable enough. If magic had been bandied about, I\u2019m sure I.A. would have stuck their noses in, somehow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think Dobey was afraid Kellam would make good on his threat to bring the Magic Castle\u2019s entire kitchen staff and cast down to Metro, to feed and entertain everybody, unless we were allowed to accompany him as soon as he could get a reservation. The idea of being able to keep a day\u2019s police work from disruption probably tipped the scales in our favor. At least as far as the Chief was concerned.\u201d I laughed. \u201cI can still see Dobey\u2019s face when he said we should go, if only to avoid that kind of media frenzy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt would\u2019ve been a zoo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSince, in Mr. Kellam\u2019s mind, we\u2019re magicians,\u201d I mused, \u201cI guess he thought we\u2019d enjoy seeing how the professionals do it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s just it, Hutch. We both know that what you and I did wasn\u2019t magic.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNope. It was good, solid police work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A fleeting gleam came into his eyes. \u201cWhat we saw tonight wasn\u2019t either.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh?\u201d That statement brought me up short. \u201cDidn\u2019t you think the guy in the close-up theater was great? I\u2019ve never seen card tricks like that!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExactly! \u2018Tricks\u2019.\u201d Starsky sat down and took his shiny black shoes off, then the black silk socks I\u2019d given him for this occasion.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t all magic only tricks?\u201d I sat next to him and did the same.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cReal magic isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the difference?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat we saw in each of those theaters was terrific. Don\u2019t get me wrong. But it was sleight-of-hand, prestidigitation, illusion.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He stood up, slipped his trousers off and folded them, neatly. Walking to the closet, he placed them over the rail of the hanger that already held his coat. He loosened his tie and slipped it off, looping it carefully over the hook. Then he hung the whole thing back on the rod. I was impressed because Starsky isn\u2019t usually that careful with his clothes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not to be outdone, I duplicated his movements. I\u2019d take both suits to the cleaners in the morning. If we were going to be associating with the likes of Ed Kellam and his ilk, we might have need for them again. I turned to face him. \u201cAt the risk of repeating myself, so?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was all done with years of practice, nimble fingers, misdirection, plus some smoke \u2018n\u2019 mirrors.\u201d Unbuttoning his deep blue shirt, he took it off and draped it over the back of the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mine followed. \u201cWhat then, in your expert opinion, Mr. Houdini, is real magic?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky shrugged, spread his hands in a \u2018who knows?\u2019 gesture, smiled crookedly, and shook his head, all at the same time. I nearly applauded. Anything to get him out of his sour mood.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHarry Houdini was a master illusionist. Certainly the best, up to that time.\u201d He plopped down on the sofa, kicking our shoes and socks under the coffee table.<\/span><\/p>\n

I moved to the end of the couch and looked at him. Slouching there in only his tight shorts, he was turning me on. I felt heat rising up my neck and squelched it because I really didn\u2019t want sex to intrude at the moment. Starsky had things on his mind. \u201cNext question then. Have you ever seen genuine magic?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTrust me, Hutch. Really.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d I sat down next to him, hunching over to try to hide the bulge in my shorts. \u201cCan you show me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYep. No sleight of hand or illusions, either.\u201d Starsky got up and moved around the coffee table. When he turned to face me, his own rod was plainly trying to rip through the seams of its cotton prison. The back vein was outlined perfectly. The slit must have been seeping because a wet spot was growing near the waistband.<\/span><\/p>\n

After what seemed like an hour of my imagining covering that swelling, fabric-encased organ with my hungry mouth, I heard him chuckle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLook up here, Hutch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The smirk in his voice was all I needed to hear to know I\u2019d been played like a Stradivarius. And I didn\u2019t give a tinker\u2019s dam. My best friend, my brother-in-blue, my lover and life partner had lured me into this scenario and, with only a slight shudder at how gullible I\u2019d been, I was more than willing to play my part.<\/span><\/p>\n

I took my sweet time raising my eyes, allowing my lustful gaze to travel from his groin, protected by lean hips and muscled thighs, up his flat, sculpted abs and elegantly scarred chest, across his sleek shoulders, up his corded neck, past his evening-beard-stubbled cheeks, to his soul-deep indigo eyes. They are still — yet always — the most expressive, alluring, inviting, exciting, captivating, mesmerizing eyes I have ever seen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStand up.\u201d Starsky\u2019s soft, sexy voice washed over me like a caress.<\/span><\/p>\n

No longer attempting to hide my growing erection, I did so.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLose the shorts.\u201d His words were gentle, warm, and sweet in my ears, the way honey would taste on my tongue.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not breaking the stream of photons moving back and forth between us, I shoved the material down, kicked it away, and straightened to my slightly taller height.<\/span><\/p>\n

He mimicked my slow appraisal of his body, heating up every square inch of my skin with his blazing inspection. Gooseflesh erupted everywhere his visual examination touched. My breath caught in my throat. My cock, no longer restrained, lengthened and grew to what Starsky claims are mythic proportions. It had a life of its own now and only my lover would be able to satisfy its lust.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still holding my soul with his stare, Starsky pushed his Jockeys down over his hips, shimmied them lower, and stepped out of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t help it; my eyes snapped to his crotch.<\/span><\/p>\n

His shaft sprang up fully engorged displaying his family jewels below. He may claim that my manly parts are prodigious but he\u2019s never seen his from my perspective. Knowing he was hard, for me, fired all my receptors; he was absolutely god-like in my view. Every nerve in my body was ignited. Reluctantly, and almost expecting a reprimand, I dragged my eyes back up to his.<\/span><\/p>\n

The smile on his face was positively effervescent. \u201cWhen two people feel the way we do about each other, Hutch\u2026\u201d he enunciated every word, \u201cand experience the effects we\u2019re now going to explore together and thoroughly enjoy\u2026\u201d his smile grew even wider. \u201cthat <\/em>is magic.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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Defining a word
\nwith synonyms, likes, same as,
\ncan obscure the truth
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