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Give Me Memphis by CC (R)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch (Slash)
Length: (160k)
Author on LJ: NA
Author Website: CCWriter
Why this must be read:
My final rec for the month; I hope to see you again further up the calendar.
A while back, a challenge to put the boys in the author's hometown was issues, and CC stepped up to it. Memphis, Tennessee - The Big Muddy, Beale Street, Graceland, and St. Jude's.
"Speaking of the front desk, can you believe the nerve of that guy?"
"Who?"
"Philip, the guy who just checked us in and practically invited you to come live with him."
"Oh, him. Not my type."
"Starsky, the guy had his eyes glued to your crotch the entire time we were standing there." Hutch wrestled a pair of slacks from his suitcase and tried to smooth out the worst of the wrinkles.
"Really?" Starsky sat up on the bed. "Maybe I'd better have another look. I've always been partial to blond and butch, but blond and fey might be worth trying."
Hutch snorted. "You are so full of shit. If Philip so much as put a finger on you, you'd be yelling, 'Huuuuutch.'"
"Would you come save me?" Starsky leaned back on his elbows.
"You bet I would, although on second thought, it's probably Philip I'd be saving."
"Funny guy. Hey, what do you wanna do tonight after we go see the ducks?" Starsky had been astounded to learn that the ducks in the Peabody Hotel's lobby fountain were escorted to and from
their rooftop home in a grand processional each day.
"Once we've seen the ducks, is there really anything left?" Hutch carried his shaving kit into the bathroom, then returned to the main room. "Guess we'll have to wing it." He snorted. "Get it? Wings? Ducks?"
"Oh, I got it all right. It's not funny." Starsky began unbuttoning his shirt. "Too bad we don't know anyone from around here to find out the really fun places to go. It feels weird being somewhere where we don't know anybody and nobody knows us."
"Except Philip. He knows you intimately now."
"Lucky dog. Hey, mind if I get the first shower?"
"Yeah, sure…." Hutch stretched out on the bed. Starsky's 'thanks' went unheeded as Hutch considered his partner's earlier comment. Until now, the implications of being in a strange city in which neither of them knew anyone hadn't occurred to him, and he smiled as an idea took shape. Slipping his shoes back on, he waited until he was certain Starsky was in the shower before quietly leaving the room.
Give Me Memphis
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch (Slash)
Length: (160k)
Author on LJ: NA
Author Website: CCWriter
Why this must be read:
My final rec for the month; I hope to see you again further up the calendar.
A while back, a challenge to put the boys in the author's hometown was issues, and CC stepped up to it. Memphis, Tennessee - The Big Muddy, Beale Street, Graceland, and St. Jude's.
"Speaking of the front desk, can you believe the nerve of that guy?"
"Who?"
"Philip, the guy who just checked us in and practically invited you to come live with him."
"Oh, him. Not my type."
"Starsky, the guy had his eyes glued to your crotch the entire time we were standing there." Hutch wrestled a pair of slacks from his suitcase and tried to smooth out the worst of the wrinkles.
"Really?" Starsky sat up on the bed. "Maybe I'd better have another look. I've always been partial to blond and butch, but blond and fey might be worth trying."
Hutch snorted. "You are so full of shit. If Philip so much as put a finger on you, you'd be yelling, 'Huuuuutch.'"
"Would you come save me?" Starsky leaned back on his elbows.
"You bet I would, although on second thought, it's probably Philip I'd be saving."
"Funny guy. Hey, what do you wanna do tonight after we go see the ducks?" Starsky had been astounded to learn that the ducks in the Peabody Hotel's lobby fountain were escorted to and from
their rooftop home in a grand processional each day.
"Once we've seen the ducks, is there really anything left?" Hutch carried his shaving kit into the bathroom, then returned to the main room. "Guess we'll have to wing it." He snorted. "Get it? Wings? Ducks?"
"Oh, I got it all right. It's not funny." Starsky began unbuttoning his shirt. "Too bad we don't know anyone from around here to find out the really fun places to go. It feels weird being somewhere where we don't know anybody and nobody knows us."
"Except Philip. He knows you intimately now."
"Lucky dog. Hey, mind if I get the first shower?"
"Yeah, sure…." Hutch stretched out on the bed. Starsky's 'thanks' went unheeded as Hutch considered his partner's earlier comment. Until now, the implications of being in a strange city in which neither of them knew anyone hadn't occurred to him, and he smiled as an idea took shape. Slipping his shoes back on, he waited until he was certain Starsky was in the shower before quietly leaving the room.
Give Me Memphis