“Hmm, sure you don’t want any?” Starsky asked as he took a big bite of the frothy pink cotton candy.
“No, it’s all yours,” Hutch responded, one hand on the steering wheel, waiting for the traffic lights to change. “You know it’s pure sugar, Starsk!”
“Hmm…just melts in my mouth,” Starsky responded happily.
So do I, Hutch thought, getting distracted.
“Ma used to call it molten sugar…sure is mouth-watering stuff.” Starsky said.
Hutch could hear him licking his lips again.
“Yeah…” ‘Is he trying to tease me?’ Hutch shifted in the seat as his nether regions responded to his lover’s arousing comments.
“Great start to the vacation.”
“Sure is.” Hutch replied.
“You okay, you look a bit flushed?” Starsky asked, throwing the sticky cotton candy stick onto the back seat of Hutch’s car.
“Hey!” Hutch looked at Starsky. He was slowly sucking clean the remains of cotton candy off one of his sticky fingers.
“What? Not like we’re gonna be using the back seat. Probably should have gotten an ice cream, now I’m hot and sticky.”
‘Boy don’t I know it,’ Hutch thought as he rubbed his face. ‘Don’t look, don’t look at him.’ Knowing it was likely to send him over the edge. He eased the car off onto the side of the road in a deserted woodland area.
“Hutch why you pulling up here, we’re in the middle of nowhere?”