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crack_van2005-07-09 06:24 pm
kimberlyfdr.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-07-09 06:24 pm
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The Problem by Sheila (NC-17)
I'm baaaaaaaack. You missed me, I know it. For a weekend treat, I give you sex. Well, the boys give you sex. There is sex to be had!
Fandom: STARSKY/HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Why this must be read: Sex games are fun. Making your partner come without even having to touch him is very much better. That's what we have here. Hutch has developed a very intricate plan to make his point. They have been having a screwbuddies relationship since the Gunther attack, but Hutch wants more and he's gotta convince Starsky that the only one to make him hot and bothered is sitting right next to him. This takes place in Hutch's loaner car (because there's no way Starsky's gonna mess up his own seats;) A little misplaced grease, a forced disrobing, a little prodding, and we're well on our way to seeing Mt. Starsky erupt in a good way. Starsky's got a hard-on that would kill a normal man and Hutch just wants to help a buddy out, but he does it with his words, not with his hands. Hutch talks him through the most erotic self-pleasuring session ever.
"Go on, Starsk. It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"But this . . . this is . . . different!"
Hutch inclined his head, then nodded it once, all playfulness erased from his voice. "Yes. It is."
The dark eyes widened further as Hutch's words sank in.
Then his impossibly brave and perpetually impulsive partner took a deep breath . . . and quite deliberately unbuttoned the first barrier of his jeans.
Hutch released the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, feeling the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders . . . like he could suddenly raise his arms and fly.
Starsky toed off his sneakers, then very carefully unzipped the fly of his jeans, glancing over quickly as if to make sure his partner was still watching.
Hutch smiled. "Go on, Starsk. You're doing fine."
Go, read, be happy. The Problem
Fandom: STARSKY/HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Why this must be read: Sex games are fun. Making your partner come without even having to touch him is very much better. That's what we have here. Hutch has developed a very intricate plan to make his point. They have been having a screwbuddies relationship since the Gunther attack, but Hutch wants more and he's gotta convince Starsky that the only one to make him hot and bothered is sitting right next to him. This takes place in Hutch's loaner car (because there's no way Starsky's gonna mess up his own seats;) A little misplaced grease, a forced disrobing, a little prodding, and we're well on our way to seeing Mt. Starsky erupt in a good way. Starsky's got a hard-on that would kill a normal man and Hutch just wants to help a buddy out, but he does it with his words, not with his hands. Hutch talks him through the most erotic self-pleasuring session ever.
"Go on, Starsk. It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"But this . . . this is . . . different!"
Hutch inclined his head, then nodded it once, all playfulness erased from his voice. "Yes. It is."
The dark eyes widened further as Hutch's words sank in.
Then his impossibly brave and perpetually impulsive partner took a deep breath . . . and quite deliberately unbuttoned the first barrier of his jeans.
Hutch released the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, feeling the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders . . . like he could suddenly raise his arms and fly.
Starsky toed off his sneakers, then very carefully unzipped the fly of his jeans, glancing over quickly as if to make sure his partner was still watching.
Hutch smiled. "Go on, Starsk. You're doing fine."
Go, read, be happy. The Problem