{"id":275,"date":"2020-05-31T17:37:18","date_gmt":"2020-05-31T17:37:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/solstice.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2020\/calendar\/?p=275"},"modified":"2020-11-02T20:46:51","modified_gmt":"2020-11-02T20:46:51","slug":"june-12th-fair-game-part-2-the-wall-mount-by-dandelion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/solstice.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2020\/calendar\/?p=275","title":{"rendered":"June 12th- Fair Game: Part 2 The Wall Mount by Dandelion"},"content":{"rendered":"

Click here to read Part 1<\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doin\u2019?\u201d Starsky wondered when he entered the master bathroom some days later and found Hutch unusually busy in it\u2014and then asked a stupid question that had an obvious answer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBaking a cake,\u201d Hutch replied without emotion. He drilled a small hole into the drywall, momentarily filled the room with the sound of a power tool before he stopped it, and shot back, \u201cWhat does it look like I\u2019m doin\u2019, dimwit?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt looks like you\u2019re hanging a towel rack too high up on the wall.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not too high up,\u201d Hutch debated him, \u201cand it\u2019s not a towel rack.\u201d He wished Starsky had complimented him on finally tackling a house chore he\u2019d planned for months, and not razzed him about it instead. But before his partner could reply or defend his dumb comments, Hutch drilled another hole in the wall, about an inch to the left of the previous one, and drowned any opportunity to have a conversation between them for at least a quarter minute.<\/span><\/p>\n

It hadn\u2019t been a lazy weekend morning, despite its late start; they\u2019d risen from bed after a long discussion\u2014some of which was nonsensical, some of it quite profound\u2014showered and dressed together, and then made breakfast: toast and coffee, fruit and potatoes. They followed their satiating meal for nearly an hour at the kitchen counter to drink the rest of the coffee in the pot and to discuss the details of a case to which they\u2019d recently been assigned. But, eventually, as they did every weekend morning, they went their separate ways to respective house chores; that\u2019s when Hutch decided, after realizing he\u2019d long had all the parts for his specific task, to install a towel ring on the narrow wall between the sink counter and the shower stall in their shared bathroom.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, if it ain\u2019t a towel rack,\u201d Starsky asked, sitting on the closed toilet lid to either watch or spend his two cents, \u201cwhat is it? A towel hook? I mean, it\u2019s gotta be a towel something, right? or why would you be drillin\u2019 ugly holes into our beautiful walls?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA towel ring,\u201d Hutch corrected him while he hammered an anchor into the first hole he\u2019d drilled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRing. Rack. What\u2019s the difference?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean, other than the obvious one?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yeah, numbnuts. I get the difference between a hook and a rack, but\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch looked over at Starsky as if to tell him he was still being an idiot, and condescendingly said, \u201cA ring, partner, is round and looks like that piece of hardware on the counter there\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not the moron you think I am.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd yet you act like it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat got under your skin since the last time I looked, hm?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you\u2019d be proud of me for finally hanging these rings outside our shower door. Instead, you accuse me of destroying a perfectly good wall\u2014and not doing it efficiently.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, Mr. Sensitive. Let me start over: so you\u2019re hanging a towel ring, I see. What made you decide to do it that high on the wall?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The ring would be less than a foot above Hutch\u2019s shoulder, so he ignored Starsky\u2019s question while he hammered the second anchor into the hole he\u2019d previously drilled. \u201cDo you want to be of some use?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, sure,\u201d Starsky said without enthusiasm. \u201cKeep my mouth shut?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cReplace that plate with a new one.\u201d Hutch pointed to the electric outlet near the door. \u201cYou\u2019ll find a pack of plates in that first sink.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky reluctantly got to his feet and walked to the bathroom counter. When he found the bag of plates, he must have also seen the second towel ring. \u201cOh, I get it,\u201d he said, when the realization finally struck him. \u201cYou\u2019re gonna hang two<\/em> towel rings, one above the other\u2014with room for a towel to hang down on each.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour detective skills are as sharp as razor blades today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I didn\u2019t understand, that\u2019s all. But now I do. Cut me some slack.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGotta keep you on your toes, buddy boy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky walked to the doorway and sat on the tile floor, presumably with the new plate and the tool he needed to replace the one on the wall. \u201cHow\u2019d this thing break anyway?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was cracked when I bought the place. That\u2019s how long it\u2019s been in need of repair.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd how long neither one of us has noticed or cared.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSpeak for yourself.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, I will,\u201d Starsky replied, mocking a young boy. He then sang repetitive lines of \u201cspeaking for myself, myself, myself,\u201d as if he had a song in him, and then abandoned it for a return to the previous conversation. \u201cHow come you decided to hang rings instead of racks?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI couldn\u2019t find racks narrow enough.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow come you didn\u2019t just use hooks then?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRings look nicer. Do me a favor?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShut up?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t distract yourself so much that you stick the screwdriver in the outlet, okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky chuckled, more pleased, it seemed, to have had the banter with his buddy that late morning. \u201cHey,\u201d he asked, completely ignoring Hutch\u2019s dig, \u201chow about you and me play in the tent after this; what says you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch stopped to watch Starsky position the new plate over the outlet and insert the small screw into its center, eventually deciding that Starsky wouldn\u2019t hurt himself, and that he could then open the towel ring package without giving Starsky\u2019s safety another thought. \u201cYou mean, let\u2019s go fuck outside after we\u2019re done here?\u201d Hutch asked, pretending to need clarification while he was somewhat distracted by the ring\u2019s bronze beauty shining in the bathroom light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Starsky said, taking the bait of Hutch\u2019s echoing question, and growling in his reply to let Hutch know he was on to him. \u201cLet\u2019s fuck outside … in our tent.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo soon after this morning\u2019s meal?\u201d Admittedly, Starsky did look good enough to eat again, his profile on full display, and dressed as he was in washed jeans and a clean, tucked shirt, neatly groomed, though unshaven, and seemingly energized. His wasn\u2019t a bad<\/em> idea.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat was hours ago,\u201d Starsky pointed out. \u201cWe had sex before the sun came up, remember? and it\u2019s almost noon now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen we have lunch and play in the tent?\u201d Hutch teased, deciding to not let Starsky\u2019s attractiveness derail his own plans. \u201cOr have lunch in the tent and then play? Or\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you asshole, I mean, right after this\u2014after we finish this home improvement stuff\u2014we go outside to the tent.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch returned to the wall once he figured out which end the towel bracket needed to face, and then power-screwed the hardware to the anchors, tightening them more than he probably needed to. He had consumed the room in a buzzing sound for that minute, so when he ended the noise, he set the tool on the counter, and faced Starsky. \u201cYou want to fuck again this morning,\u201d he noted, playing along. \u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019m hearing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky looked up at him from where he sat on the floor, showed off an innocent grin, presented Hutch with his finished task, and whimsically said, \u201cI lived through this, so I wanna celebrate life now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you think you can get it up again so soon?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want to try, anyway. Don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019m halfway through my chore,\u201d Hutch explained. He turned away to slide the back of the ring onto its bracket, and then pulled down hard to permanently secure it in place. \u201cI\u2019m gonna be another twenty minutes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky rose from his seat, set the screwdriver on the counter, and stepped near Hutch. \u201cCan\u2019t you do the second ring later?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt took me four months to get to this first one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, but if you leave the tools here, you won\u2019t forget.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch ignored him and got a towel from the bathroom linen cabinet. He folded it in half and then draped it through the ring, making certain it met itself evenly at the bottom. He would use that visual to determine where the other ring should be bolted to the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDoesn\u2019t talk of fucking at least get you hard enough to follow me out?\u201d Starsky asked, a plea in his voice. \u201cI mean, you look eatable to me right now\u2014you with your power tools and measuring tape, you know? I\u2019ll make the effort worth your while. I promise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch laughed, pulled the towel off the ring, tossed it on the counter, and faced Starsky again. \u201cYou\u2019re so easy to turn on, it should be criminal. And you meant \u2018edible,\u2019 not \u2018eatable.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky gave him a smile. \u201cWell, anyway, I\u2019m gonna set up the tent\u2014with or without you\u2014so when you\u2019re done here, you know where to find me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

As Starsky began to leave the bathroom, Hutch grabbed him by his elbow. \u201cYou\u2019re not going anywhere, partner,\u201d he said, turning Starsky to face him. \u201cI\u2019m placing you under arrest.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat for?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

One of the things Hutch absolutely loved about Starsky was his pure-hearted naivety and innocence. Starsky really did believe he\u2019d been arrested, but didn\u2019t know why.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor soliciting a police officer,\u201d Hutch said. He removed the pair of handcuffs from the front of his waistband and quickly slipped an open bracelet around Starsky\u2019s wrist before his partner could realize what happened to him. The sound of the locking mechanism momentarily paused the room in otherwise silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am<\/em> a police officer,\u201d Starsky defended himself, staring at his cuffed wrist, and genuinely concerned about the situation, inevitably giving Hutch an incredulous look of confusion, and speaking just above the sound of his breath\u2014all while under an unconscious submissiveness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDuring the commission of a crime,\u201d Hutch explained, pulling Starsky closer to the wall he\u2019d been working on, \u201cyou being a police officer is irrelevant.\u201d He forced Starsky into facing the wall\u2014without resistance\u2014lifted his cuffed hand to the towel ring\u2019s height, and slipped the other bracelet through the opening. \u201cAssume the position,\u201d he said, leaning into Starsky\u2019s hip with his own while he raised Starsky\u2019s other hand\u2014and cuffed it, too.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter with you?\u201d Starsky asked, but he barely got the words out when it obviously dawned on him\u2014and probably because the inescapable fact that he\u2019d just been handcuffed to the bathroom wall gave him his first clue. \u201cWell, aren\u2019t you the clever one, smart ass,\u201d he giggled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCall me Sherlock, shithead.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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