crack_van | The Devil & Mr. Hutchinson by Elizabeth Lowry (R)

Fandom: STARSKY &HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky & Hutch
Length: 34K
Author on LJ: DNA
Author Website: http://www.angelfire.com/planet/elizabethlowrysh/stories.html
Why this must be read:

My recs have been all gen till now, so I decided to mix it up with a steamy little PWP (It's rated R at Me & Thee, but I think I would have given it an NC-17).

I have a confession--I kinda like it when Starsky is written as being bossy in bed. In this story, set during season three's Satan's Witches, the curly-haired one turns incubus. Tucked away in an isolated cabin in the woods, Hutch thinks he has the upper hand when it comes to sex. But it doesn't take long before Starsky has him utterly at his mercy. Strangely--or perhaps not so!--Hutch winds up not minding all that much. Never have longjohns seemed so sexy.

Hutch stood in the kitchen, facing the living room.

Starsky lay flat on his back on the old brown sofa: mouth agape and snoring loudly, legs twisted in the old hand-knit afghan, arms flung up over his head. His hair was a mess, uncombed and tangled, curling about his face with wild abandon. The ratty plaid shirt he wore was--barely--buttoned once, just across his belly, completely exposing the red longjohns he insisted upon wearing day and night. Candy apple red longjohns. Flesh-skimming longjohns. Skintight longjohns. Put a white racing stripe on them and Starsky would be the fastest motor on the road.

Strip them off and Starsky would be the fastest motor in this cabin.

The Devil & Mr. Hutchinson