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Word Game by Dana Austin Marsh (NC-17)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 30k
Author on LJ: None.
Author Website: http://meandthee.shahrazad.net/author.php?authorid=98
Why this must be read:
Dana is one of my most favorite authors. Her story Gentlemen, Start Your Engines has been previously recced here on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van, and it was one of the very first S/H stories I read when I fell into this fandom.
This story is much shorter than Gentlemen, but the impact is still strong. This one is light and funny. Hutch makes his feelings known to Starsky through an ingenious playing of a Scrabble game.
Hutch was busy writing down his score and Starsky checked the board for his play as he handed over the second beer. For a second time, Hutch had added to his previous play and now the word stretched well down the board. "Penetrate? Must be nice to have all those vowels," he bitched, mentally adding up the double word score. "Twenty-two? Shit."
Play continued for a couple of rounds with Starsky managing scores of fourteen and twenty while, suddenly, it seemed to be Hutch having to accept smaller scores as he set out eager for seven and hard for eight. Very aware of those three difficult-to-use squares still on his bench, however, Starsky refrained from doing any crowing as he took a small lead.
He was glad he had resisted the temptation when all he could come up with for the next play was horn which netted him only seven points.
Hutch did not even wait to write down Starsky's score before picking up a single tile and sliding it onto the end of Starsky's last play. "Twenty-two."
About to complain bitterly that no one should be able to get twenty-two points for one lousy Y, Starsky found himself caught momentarily speechless as their eyes met and he saw something...hungry?...looking out of Hutch's baby blue gaze.
"You challenging?" Hutch asked softly, his gaze slipping away as he wrote down the scores.
"'Course not," Starsky muttered, trying to decide what he had seen or if he had really seen anything at all. "I know horny is a word. Besides, I ain't got a dictionary."
After three more turns that took all his concentration, Starsky had managed to edge back into a very slim lead of only twelve points. Then the lead expanded a little as he managed to find a place for his J, making the word jaws for a double word score of twenty-two.
Starsky had replaced his used tiles and had spent a few minutes studying them when he realized that Hutch had not played. Watching his partner, he saw the blunt fingers reach out twice, each time hesitating and then withdrawing. Finally, on the third try, Hutch began to move the tiles from the bench to the board.
Suspicions aroused, Starsky watched the word form and, because he had been expecting Hutch to try to slip an illegal word past him, it took him a moment to realize what word the letters formed. Phallus was a word. He knew that, although he might not have spelled it that way himself.
"All right. I know it's a word," he conceded as he met Hutch's expectant gaze, wondering if that was really disappointment he had glimpsed on the handsome face before the blond head bent.
They were getting down to a smaller choice of tiles and the board was filling up. Now Starsky was sweating those foul constanants as the end of the game approached with no signs of being able to use them. He took another turn, gaining eight points and again drew replacement tiles. If only Hutch would put down an S, he could get rid of at least one of his problems.
As if his partner had read his mind, the first letter Hutch put down on his next turn was an S, slowly forming the word semen as the tiles were laid out. "Seven points."
Word Game
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 30k
Author on LJ: None.
Author Website: http://meandthee.shahrazad.net/author.php?authorid=98
Why this must be read:
Dana is one of my most favorite authors. Her story Gentlemen, Start Your Engines has been previously recced here on
crack_van, and it was one of the very first S/H stories I read when I fell into this fandom.This story is much shorter than Gentlemen, but the impact is still strong. This one is light and funny. Hutch makes his feelings known to Starsky through an ingenious playing of a Scrabble game.
Hutch was busy writing down his score and Starsky checked the board for his play as he handed over the second beer. For a second time, Hutch had added to his previous play and now the word stretched well down the board. "Penetrate? Must be nice to have all those vowels," he bitched, mentally adding up the double word score. "Twenty-two? Shit."
Play continued for a couple of rounds with Starsky managing scores of fourteen and twenty while, suddenly, it seemed to be Hutch having to accept smaller scores as he set out eager for seven and hard for eight. Very aware of those three difficult-to-use squares still on his bench, however, Starsky refrained from doing any crowing as he took a small lead.
He was glad he had resisted the temptation when all he could come up with for the next play was horn which netted him only seven points.
Hutch did not even wait to write down Starsky's score before picking up a single tile and sliding it onto the end of Starsky's last play. "Twenty-two."
About to complain bitterly that no one should be able to get twenty-two points for one lousy Y, Starsky found himself caught momentarily speechless as their eyes met and he saw something...hungry?...looking out of Hutch's baby blue gaze.
"You challenging?" Hutch asked softly, his gaze slipping away as he wrote down the scores.
"'Course not," Starsky muttered, trying to decide what he had seen or if he had really seen anything at all. "I know horny is a word. Besides, I ain't got a dictionary."
After three more turns that took all his concentration, Starsky had managed to edge back into a very slim lead of only twelve points. Then the lead expanded a little as he managed to find a place for his J, making the word jaws for a double word score of twenty-two.
Starsky had replaced his used tiles and had spent a few minutes studying them when he realized that Hutch had not played. Watching his partner, he saw the blunt fingers reach out twice, each time hesitating and then withdrawing. Finally, on the third try, Hutch began to move the tiles from the bench to the board.
Suspicions aroused, Starsky watched the word form and, because he had been expecting Hutch to try to slip an illegal word past him, it took him a moment to realize what word the letters formed. Phallus was a word. He knew that, although he might not have spelled it that way himself.
"All right. I know it's a word," he conceded as he met Hutch's expectant gaze, wondering if that was really disappointment he had glimpsed on the handsome face before the blond head bent.
They were getting down to a smaller choice of tiles and the board was filling up. Now Starsky was sweating those foul constanants as the end of the game approached with no signs of being able to use them. He took another turn, gaining eight points and again drew replacement tiles. If only Hutch would put down an S, he could get rid of at least one of his problems.
As if his partner had read his mind, the first letter Hutch put down on his next turn was an S, slowly forming the word semen as the tiles were laid out. "Seven points."
Word Game