“Hutch, how do you think we will manage to watch the deal between Stenson and Ortega from here? The window is on the second floor!” Starsky complained

“Okay, you give me a boost, and I’ll have a look. I’m taller than you, it should be a piece of cake.” Hutch smiled.

Starsky was not convinced, but folded his hands. Supporting his partner, Starsky brushed his face against Hutch’s groin and made an appreciative sound.

Hutch lost his balance and went down, dragging Starsky with him.

“You distracted me,” Hutch complained, lying on top of Starsky.

Starsky grinned. “Where’s the problem?”

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