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Du Temps Perdu by Morgan Logan (NC-17)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing:Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morganlogan
Author Website: http://morganlogan.com
Why this must be read:
From one of the hotter sex writers in the S&H fandom:
Starsky on Hutch, Hutch on Starsky; Starsky’s mouth on Hutch, Hutch in Starsky. It’s real, it's hot; it’s sex and *feeling* like never before.
So why, afterwards, is Starsky always left alone in an empty room?
Excerpt:
... “Should never have gone to her, huh?”
There was all sorts of grief and guilt and remorse in his voice, but none of it was for the right reason, near as Starsky could tell. It sounded like Hutch was apologizing for getting Vanessa mixed up in his fucked-up life, as if the broad hadn’t signed her own death warrant by double-crossing Wheeler.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Starsky said shortly.
Hutch looked shocked.
“In fact, I think you were a damned fool not to hang up as soon as you knew it was her.”
“Fuck you,” Hutch said, without much heat at all.
Starsky lost all caution. “She was bad news and you know it.”
Hutch shrugged, obviously uncomfortable. “She’s dead. Have a little—”
“Good.” Starsky said, thinking maybe he was signing his death warrant, because Hutch’s lips thinned dangerously. Starsky went on anyway, “I’m glad she’s dead. ’Cause you’re such a fucking push-over the bitch would’ve had your dick tied in knots faster than—”
He knew it only as Hutch lunged at him, their bodies meeting in a vicious grind, that that was what he’d been after all along. Starsky smiled. It’d been way, way too long.
This time, when they got to the bedroom, he kept his eyes fixed on his partner, who was rapidly yanking off his clothing, face and chest flushed, blue eyes gleaming.
“Did you fuck her?” Starsky whispered hoarsely as he got out of his jeans in a hurry.
The gleam sharpened, and Hutch shook his head.
“Good.” Starsky said. And then he stopped talking.
Du Temps Perdu (Of Lost Time)
Pairing:Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:
morganloganAuthor Website: http://morganlogan.com
Why this must be read:
From one of the hotter sex writers in the S&H fandom:
Starsky on Hutch, Hutch on Starsky; Starsky’s mouth on Hutch, Hutch in Starsky. It’s real, it's hot; it’s sex and *feeling* like never before.
So why, afterwards, is Starsky always left alone in an empty room?
Excerpt:
... “Should never have gone to her, huh?”
There was all sorts of grief and guilt and remorse in his voice, but none of it was for the right reason, near as Starsky could tell. It sounded like Hutch was apologizing for getting Vanessa mixed up in his fucked-up life, as if the broad hadn’t signed her own death warrant by double-crossing Wheeler.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Starsky said shortly.
Hutch looked shocked.
“In fact, I think you were a damned fool not to hang up as soon as you knew it was her.”
“Fuck you,” Hutch said, without much heat at all.
Starsky lost all caution. “She was bad news and you know it.”
Hutch shrugged, obviously uncomfortable. “She’s dead. Have a little—”
“Good.” Starsky said, thinking maybe he was signing his death warrant, because Hutch’s lips thinned dangerously. Starsky went on anyway, “I’m glad she’s dead. ’Cause you’re such a fucking push-over the bitch would’ve had your dick tied in knots faster than—”
He knew it only as Hutch lunged at him, their bodies meeting in a vicious grind, that that was what he’d been after all along. Starsky smiled. It’d been way, way too long.
This time, when they got to the bedroom, he kept his eyes fixed on his partner, who was rapidly yanking off his clothing, face and chest flushed, blue eyes gleaming.
“Did you fuck her?” Starsky whispered hoarsely as he got out of his jeans in a hurry.
The gleam sharpened, and Hutch shook his head.
“Good.” Starsky said. And then he stopped talking.
Du Temps Perdu (Of Lost Time)