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Taking it Slow by Dawnwind (NC-17)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: (69k)
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dawnebeth
Author Website: Dawnwind on the Me and Thee Archive
Why this must be read:
This story rang my bells - I loved the episode A Coffin for Starsky, and this is a fic that opts for a "what happened after" theme.
Starsky does take the vacation that Huggy booked for him, to the Virgin Islands, where all the New York secretaries go, and Hutch decides to follow him, because the feelings that had been developing for his partner over time came to a head during this life-or-death case, with Starsky's life on the line. He needs to tell him, and tell him now. But will Starsky accept what he has to say?
The afternoon was perfect. They spent several hours following a self-guided walking tour around the tourist spots. Starsky had brought a camera and badgered Hutch into some goofy and sometimes downright humiliating pictures posing with pirate statues around Blackbeard's Castle and pretending to fall over the precipice of the fort. Hutch complained a great deal, but down deep, he didn't mind a bit.
A small café with outdoor seating beckoned them with advertisements of ice cream and cool drinks. Starsky plunked himself at an umbrella-shaded table, refusing to move another step.
"Sweet, cold and wet," Starsky demanded.
Hutch was about to toss back a lewd comment and stopped himself, ashamed of his reaction and appalled at his own restraint. They were guys! Guys said stuff without thinking—but he couldn't stop thinking about Starsky in a vastly different way, and it changed everything. "Ice cream?" he forced out, his throat dry as dust. "A fruit shake?" He pointed to the chalk written menu beside the door. "Says they have mango, guava and Passion fruit."
"I could use a little more passion in my life." Starsky ran a hand down his long torso in what Hutch could only see as a definite come-on. The question was, to whom? There wasn't a woman in sight. "Been a while, y'know?"
Hutch grabbed a glass of water off the waiter's tray even before the man had a chance to introduce himself. Downing half the contents in one go, Hutch felt more hydrated and even more confused. He should never have come. This was all a huge mistake on his part. Starsky flirted non-stop, that was his nature. The casual hip bumps, the batting eyelashes, and raunchy banter were all part of how the two of them communicated. Hutch was simply oversensitive to it now. He'd have to get over that quickly.
"Apparently my friend has lost his voice," Starsky said to the waiter. "Jet lag. He came all the way from California on the red-eye."
"Very common around here, yes," the waiter agreed, giving the table a wipe with his cloth. "May I take your order, then?"
"Passion fruit shakes for two," Starsky ordered. "And put some of those umbrellas in with the fruit stuck on the side of the glass, too."
"As it should be," the waiter intoned, going back inside.
"You coming down with something?" Starsky stuck his feet up on the empty chair, staring out at the jewel-colored ocean across the street as if the answer to the question weren't all that important to him.
Hutch knew different. When Starsky was this direct, he was starting to dig. He was as relentless as a bloodhound on the scent once he set his mind to something.
"Like you said, jet lag. And the sun is really strong here." Hutch pulled down the little straw hat Starsky had insisted he buy to protect his fair skin, and pushed his sunglasses more firmly up his nose. As a disguise, it hid nothing from Starsky's prying eyes.
"No, something's eating at you." Starsky laid a casual hand on Hutch's arm, still looking out to sea, so Hutch hoped he didn't see the reaction this caused. That friendly comfort sent an electric current straight up a wire to turn on every light on the whole island. Hutch could barely breathe.
Taking it Slow
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: (69k)
Author on LJ:
dawnebethAuthor Website: Dawnwind on the Me and Thee Archive
Why this must be read:
This story rang my bells - I loved the episode A Coffin for Starsky, and this is a fic that opts for a "what happened after" theme.
Starsky does take the vacation that Huggy booked for him, to the Virgin Islands, where all the New York secretaries go, and Hutch decides to follow him, because the feelings that had been developing for his partner over time came to a head during this life-or-death case, with Starsky's life on the line. He needs to tell him, and tell him now. But will Starsky accept what he has to say?
The afternoon was perfect. They spent several hours following a self-guided walking tour around the tourist spots. Starsky had brought a camera and badgered Hutch into some goofy and sometimes downright humiliating pictures posing with pirate statues around Blackbeard's Castle and pretending to fall over the precipice of the fort. Hutch complained a great deal, but down deep, he didn't mind a bit.
A small café with outdoor seating beckoned them with advertisements of ice cream and cool drinks. Starsky plunked himself at an umbrella-shaded table, refusing to move another step.
"Sweet, cold and wet," Starsky demanded.
Hutch was about to toss back a lewd comment and stopped himself, ashamed of his reaction and appalled at his own restraint. They were guys! Guys said stuff without thinking—but he couldn't stop thinking about Starsky in a vastly different way, and it changed everything. "Ice cream?" he forced out, his throat dry as dust. "A fruit shake?" He pointed to the chalk written menu beside the door. "Says they have mango, guava and Passion fruit."
"I could use a little more passion in my life." Starsky ran a hand down his long torso in what Hutch could only see as a definite come-on. The question was, to whom? There wasn't a woman in sight. "Been a while, y'know?"
Hutch grabbed a glass of water off the waiter's tray even before the man had a chance to introduce himself. Downing half the contents in one go, Hutch felt more hydrated and even more confused. He should never have come. This was all a huge mistake on his part. Starsky flirted non-stop, that was his nature. The casual hip bumps, the batting eyelashes, and raunchy banter were all part of how the two of them communicated. Hutch was simply oversensitive to it now. He'd have to get over that quickly.
"Apparently my friend has lost his voice," Starsky said to the waiter. "Jet lag. He came all the way from California on the red-eye."
"Very common around here, yes," the waiter agreed, giving the table a wipe with his cloth. "May I take your order, then?"
"Passion fruit shakes for two," Starsky ordered. "And put some of those umbrellas in with the fruit stuck on the side of the glass, too."
"As it should be," the waiter intoned, going back inside.
"You coming down with something?" Starsky stuck his feet up on the empty chair, staring out at the jewel-colored ocean across the street as if the answer to the question weren't all that important to him.
Hutch knew different. When Starsky was this direct, he was starting to dig. He was as relentless as a bloodhound on the scent once he set his mind to something.
"Like you said, jet lag. And the sun is really strong here." Hutch pulled down the little straw hat Starsky had insisted he buy to protect his fair skin, and pushed his sunglasses more firmly up his nose. As a disguise, it hid nothing from Starsky's prying eyes.
"No, something's eating at you." Starsky laid a casual hand on Hutch's arm, still looking out to sea, so Hutch hoped he didn't see the reaction this caused. That friendly comfort sent an electric current straight up a wire to turn on every light on the whole island. Hutch could barely breathe.
Taking it Slow