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Five Times Starsky and Hutch Kissed In The Torino by molo (Explicit)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 1,504 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morganlogan
Author Website: An Archive of Our Own, Me and Thee Archive, molo's place
Why this must be read:
This is a delightful little bit of a story from one of my favorite writers. Morgan Logan aka molo has a way with words that makes me happy. She writes everything from one offs to nice long stories, with something for everybody. This particular story uses the popular "Five Times..." LJ trope and molo makes it something special.
Hutch crawled to join Starsky in the back seat, squirming and wriggling and bitching that it was his turn to nap while Starsky got their asses out of there and home to Bay City. And maybe it was Starsky's brain saying: back seat—parked—time to neck! Or maybe it was the way Hutch smelled, like suede and ocean salt and aftershave and that special coffee he'd decided to bring to the stakeout—as if real cops drank Jamaican Blue French roast. Or maybe it was because Hutch yawned, all white teeth and pink tongue, and was pushing Starsky's legs off the seat to make room for himself, and it was all just the usual, so casual and familiar; but the next thing he knew, Starsky was leaning over and putting his lips on his partner's like it was something he did every day. Like he had a right to, and so Hutch shouldn't act surprised and be breathing funny and clutching Starsky's thigh as if he were about to topple forward off the edge of the world.
Five Times Starsky and Hutch Kissed...
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 1,504 words
Author on LJ:
morganlogan Author Website: An Archive of Our Own, Me and Thee Archive, molo's place
Why this must be read:
This is a delightful little bit of a story from one of my favorite writers. Morgan Logan aka molo has a way with words that makes me happy. She writes everything from one offs to nice long stories, with something for everybody. This particular story uses the popular "Five Times..." LJ trope and molo makes it something special.
Hutch crawled to join Starsky in the back seat, squirming and wriggling and bitching that it was his turn to nap while Starsky got their asses out of there and home to Bay City. And maybe it was Starsky's brain saying: back seat—parked—time to neck! Or maybe it was the way Hutch smelled, like suede and ocean salt and aftershave and that special coffee he'd decided to bring to the stakeout—as if real cops drank Jamaican Blue French roast. Or maybe it was because Hutch yawned, all white teeth and pink tongue, and was pushing Starsky's legs off the seat to make room for himself, and it was all just the usual, so casual and familiar; but the next thing he knew, Starsky was leaning over and putting his lips on his partner's like it was something he did every day. Like he had a right to, and so Hutch shouldn't act surprised and be breathing funny and clutching Starsky's thigh as if he were about to topple forward off the edge of the world.
Five Times Starsky and Hutch Kissed...