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The Weight of Fog by Valentin (NC-17)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing:Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tovalentin
Author Website: http://mediafans.org/valentin/index.html
Why this must be read:
For my last rec this month, a very memorable, beautiful stroke/ love story, all in one - and what more could you ask for;)
Valentin knows the guys, the way they talk. It shows in this one - touching and verra verra hot.
Excerpt:
... Oh, yes, Hutch remembered that: slouching naked, thighs splayed, lazily touching himself in the ways he liked best while he watched Starsky and Kelly. She’d wanted to ride him, and Hutch admired the way the long line of her back flowed into her slim hips. He could see Starsky’s hands on her breasts and Starsky’s cock moving in and out of her, and if he looked into the mirror over the bed he could watch the way Starsky’s eyes rolled closed when she reached behind to cup his balls.
He opened his thighs to ease his erection. He was aware that Starsky’s eyes were shifting from his face to the stirring between his legs, and he told himself that the intent gaze was making him uncomfortable.
His cock filled a little more, and his hand slid down to soothe it.
Starsky’s voice was a whisper now. “She was on top of me. I liked that because it left my hands free to touch her. When she started coming her head went back, and I looked up at the mirror so I could see her face. And then I looked a little past her and all I could see was you, strokin’ yourself real easy, a drop of sweat running down the side of your face.
“You looked up, and our eyes met in that mirror. Kelly was leaning back with her hands on my legs, and you looked from my eyes to where she was pressed down tight on me and back up to my eyes again, real slow.”
Hutch had a vague thought that he should be protesting. That wasn’t how it had happened, was it? Starsky was remembering it wrong, had built it up in his mind somehow. It was just a troy, nothing new to them. Nothing different.
Except that by mutual and unspoken consent he and Starsky hadn’t double-dated since.
His hand tightened over his erection, and Starsky’s breath seemed to push itself out of him.
“You grabbed your cock harder, just like that,” Starsky continued hoarsely. “You were looking right into my eyes, Hutch. Then your eyes closed, and you… came. And I swear it was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.”
Suddenly Starsky’s voice was right by his ear, dazing him: “Do it again, Hutch. I want to see it.”
The Weight of Fog
sequel: Weighing the Differences
Pairing:Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:
tovalentinAuthor Website: http://mediafans.org/valentin/index.html
Why this must be read:
For my last rec this month, a very memorable, beautiful stroke/ love story, all in one - and what more could you ask for;)
Valentin knows the guys, the way they talk. It shows in this one - touching and verra verra hot.
Excerpt:
... Oh, yes, Hutch remembered that: slouching naked, thighs splayed, lazily touching himself in the ways he liked best while he watched Starsky and Kelly. She’d wanted to ride him, and Hutch admired the way the long line of her back flowed into her slim hips. He could see Starsky’s hands on her breasts and Starsky’s cock moving in and out of her, and if he looked into the mirror over the bed he could watch the way Starsky’s eyes rolled closed when she reached behind to cup his balls.
He opened his thighs to ease his erection. He was aware that Starsky’s eyes were shifting from his face to the stirring between his legs, and he told himself that the intent gaze was making him uncomfortable.
His cock filled a little more, and his hand slid down to soothe it.
Starsky’s voice was a whisper now. “She was on top of me. I liked that because it left my hands free to touch her. When she started coming her head went back, and I looked up at the mirror so I could see her face. And then I looked a little past her and all I could see was you, strokin’ yourself real easy, a drop of sweat running down the side of your face.
“You looked up, and our eyes met in that mirror. Kelly was leaning back with her hands on my legs, and you looked from my eyes to where she was pressed down tight on me and back up to my eyes again, real slow.”
Hutch had a vague thought that he should be protesting. That wasn’t how it had happened, was it? Starsky was remembering it wrong, had built it up in his mind somehow. It was just a troy, nothing new to them. Nothing different.
Except that by mutual and unspoken consent he and Starsky hadn’t double-dated since.
His hand tightened over his erection, and Starsky’s breath seemed to push itself out of him.
“You grabbed your cock harder, just like that,” Starsky continued hoarsely. “You were looking right into my eyes, Hutch. Then your eyes closed, and you… came. And I swear it was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.”
Suddenly Starsky’s voice was right by his ear, dazing him: “Do it again, Hutch. I want to see it.”
The Weight of Fog
sequel: Weighing the Differences
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