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Rainy Night, Sunny Morning by Jat Sapphire (NC17)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/jat_sapphire/shfic.htm
Why this must be read: After a day on the streets and a night in the rain, the boys come inside to dry off and rest. It's too hot, they're only in their underwear, but sometime in the night they sought out each others' bodies and lay enveloped in each other. As they awake, they start engulfing each other as if this is the most natural thing in the world...because it is.
They didn't kiss. They'd never questioned it, never agonized over it; it just didn't happen. They used their mouths elsewhere, as Hutch bent to do while he lifted one knee, then the other, to get his briefs finally off, meanwhile capturing Starsky's nipple in his lips, an arm strong as a pillar behind Starsky's back. A murmuring sound from Starsky that was half protest—he liked to watch the briefs come off—and half pleasure at the pulling wet warmth on his chest. He pulled at Hutch's shoulder so he could nip the curve of muscle there, and his fingers found Hutch's cock.
Sometimes actions speak louder than words. A smile can mean I love you just as well as voicing it.
Rainy Night, Sunny Morning
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/jat_sapphire/shfic.htm
Why this must be read: After a day on the streets and a night in the rain, the boys come inside to dry off and rest. It's too hot, they're only in their underwear, but sometime in the night they sought out each others' bodies and lay enveloped in each other. As they awake, they start engulfing each other as if this is the most natural thing in the world...because it is.
They didn't kiss. They'd never questioned it, never agonized over it; it just didn't happen. They used their mouths elsewhere, as Hutch bent to do while he lifted one knee, then the other, to get his briefs finally off, meanwhile capturing Starsky's nipple in his lips, an arm strong as a pillar behind Starsky's back. A murmuring sound from Starsky that was half protest—he liked to watch the briefs come off—and half pleasure at the pulling wet warmth on his chest. He pulled at Hutch's shoulder so he could nip the curve of muscle there, and his fingers found Hutch's cock.
Sometimes actions speak louder than words. A smile can mean I love you just as well as voicing it.
Rainy Night, Sunny Morning