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crack_van2006-11-21 11:29 pm
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Sweet Submission by CC (R)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Why this must be read: Hutch changed the television channel in the middle of a blowjob; changed the channel from a Dodgers game Starsky was listening to...in the middle of a blowjob. To Starsky, this signals the beginning of the end of their relationship. The spice is gone, he thinks, and they need help. Where does Starsky go to find help? A sex shop and he's dragging Hutch along for the ride because it's THEIR problem. Ain't togetherness wonderful? But along the way, looking over all the things the shop has to offer, they get right to the heart of the issue.
"You are such an idiot," Hutch fumed. "Do you mean to tell me that I'm spending a perfectly good afternoon off work in a porn shop because you think we're--that I--you're--Shit! Starsky you can be so dense sometimes." He turned and paced down the aisle. "All this," he waved at the shelves surrounding him, "because of one little--"
"But that's how it starts, Hutch--"
"What starts?"
Starsky shrugged. "You know how it is. You're going along thinking things are okay, and then your attention starts drifting and you're starting to notice other wom-- uh, people, and then before you know it, you're calling off dates and making excuses, and then...." His voice trailed away as it became apparent that Hutch was laughing too hard to hear him. "Mind telling me what's so funny?"
"You." Still snickering, Hutch closed the distance between them and pulled Starsky into his arms. "You're what's so funny."
Wondering why being laughed at was making him feel so good, Starsky feigned a step back, putting just enough effort into it to cause Hutch's arms to tighten around him. "Shut up," he muttered.
Hutch chuckled one more time and pulled away. "Okay, I'll shut up. But only after I say one more thing." He reached out to straighten Starsky's collar. "Are you listening?"
Lost in the sensation of Hutch's thumb caressing the skin beneath his collar, Starsky could only nod.
"We," Hutch waggled his finger between them, "are not done yet. We're not going to be done for a very long time. If we're together for the next fifty years, it won't be nearly long enough. Forever wouldn't be enough, got that?"
It's a wonderful journey and we're lucky enough to take it with them. There's some wild and wonderful things to be found on the shelves, but there are some pretty wild and wonderful things between just the two of them. They don't need leather or rubber, they've got each other.
Sweet Submission
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Why this must be read: Hutch changed the television channel in the middle of a blowjob; changed the channel from a Dodgers game Starsky was listening to...in the middle of a blowjob. To Starsky, this signals the beginning of the end of their relationship. The spice is gone, he thinks, and they need help. Where does Starsky go to find help? A sex shop and he's dragging Hutch along for the ride because it's THEIR problem. Ain't togetherness wonderful? But along the way, looking over all the things the shop has to offer, they get right to the heart of the issue.
"You are such an idiot," Hutch fumed. "Do you mean to tell me that I'm spending a perfectly good afternoon off work in a porn shop because you think we're--that I--you're--Shit! Starsky you can be so dense sometimes." He turned and paced down the aisle. "All this," he waved at the shelves surrounding him, "because of one little--"
"But that's how it starts, Hutch--"
"What starts?"
Starsky shrugged. "You know how it is. You're going along thinking things are okay, and then your attention starts drifting and you're starting to notice other wom-- uh, people, and then before you know it, you're calling off dates and making excuses, and then...." His voice trailed away as it became apparent that Hutch was laughing too hard to hear him. "Mind telling me what's so funny?"
"You." Still snickering, Hutch closed the distance between them and pulled Starsky into his arms. "You're what's so funny."
Wondering why being laughed at was making him feel so good, Starsky feigned a step back, putting just enough effort into it to cause Hutch's arms to tighten around him. "Shut up," he muttered.
Hutch chuckled one more time and pulled away. "Okay, I'll shut up. But only after I say one more thing." He reached out to straighten Starsky's collar. "Are you listening?"
Lost in the sensation of Hutch's thumb caressing the skin beneath his collar, Starsky could only nod.
"We," Hutch waggled his finger between them, "are not done yet. We're not going to be done for a very long time. If we're together for the next fifty years, it won't be nearly long enough. Forever wouldn't be enough, got that?"
It's a wonderful journey and we're lucky enough to take it with them. There's some wild and wonderful things to be found on the shelves, but there are some pretty wild and wonderful things between just the two of them. They don't need leather or rubber, they've got each other.
Sweet Submission