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nancys_soul at 02:59pm on 07/05/2010
nancys_soul at 02:59pm on 07/05/2010Ok this is scary! This is my first story to ever post for anyone to read except my beta's and a few close friends, but you have to jump into the water someday. So here I go.
Fandom: Starsky and Hutch
Pairing: Starsky and Hutch
Rating NC-17
This is my version of The Mustache challenge put to us by Cynatnite.
Minus a Mustache
By
Nancy's-soul
It had been the perfect day, sunny and warm, with just a hint of a breeze.
We had just come off a tough case where a man went crazy after his wife left him for the gardener. The husband started killing gardeners—going after anyone who worked with plants. He killed six innocent people in two months. It turned out to be pretty easy to figure out who was doing the killings, but hard to find the guy. We finally found him working as delivery man for Lawn Pro--that is how he found his victims--and slapped the handcuffs on the murdering swine.
Captain Dobey gave us a four day weekend to recuperate, and we spent all of Friday sleeping. But Saturday, we woke up early. Starsky ate a big breakfast and I had a banana shake with protein powder before we headed for the beach.
The late spring weather was just right for spending the day swimming and throwing the Frisbee around. Starsky looked like a Greek god in his shameful, black Speedo
swim suit --if you can even call it a suit. His ass was barely covered by fabric. I have to admit that it could have been enough to keep me entertained for the whole day. It must have been 79 degrees. We lay in the sun, baking off all the nastiness left over from tracking down that murderer. It was heaven to open one eye and see Starsky next to me, brown curls in sharp contrast to his red beach towel.
"C'mon, you'll burn if we stay out much longer," I said, flicking a grain of sand off his pink cheeks.
"I'm not burning from the sun," Starsky said, smoke in his voice. “You’re the fair one, Goldilocks,” he laughed as he got up and ran to the car, leaving me with all the stuff.
We went back to my place and took a quick shower, which translated into having a quickie in the shower with lots of groping for the soap and accidentally grabbing various body parts.
"What do you want to eat?" I tossed a towel at him, admiring the way his ass bunched and shifted when he bent to pick it up off the floor.
"There's a Thai place down the street from the theater," Starsky said, grinning like he could read my mind. Which he could.
The Thai food was hot, and the movie, Body Heat, was even hotter. All in all, the perfect day.
Now, here we sit, naked on my big brass bed, with our legs intertwined, enjoying the feel of each other
"Starsky, I just want to look at you and touch you all over," I said to my love. "Memorize every nook and cranny of your beautiful body,”
“Sure, babe,” he said in that cocky assured way that only Starsky can. "I’m yours, have at it.”
It was the most intimate thing we had ever done, no sex, just touching. I mapped his body, learned every inch, and savored being so close, so together, like two souls knit together. It was like time just stopped, and we were the only two people on the planet.
I've noticed that Starsky loves to run his fingers over my bottom lip. When we make love, he spends lots of time sucking and biting my lower lip. Which got me to wondering how it would feel if he did the same to my top lip.
“Starsk,” I said as I looked into those blue eyes of his.
“Yes, babe?” he replied.
”I was wondering if you would do something for me, or should I say, to me?” I asked hopefully. Starsky, being the horn dog that he is, was very eager to do something to me, but he was really surprised when I asked him to shave off my mustache.
”Hutch, are you serious? You love that feather duster,” he said, his face all serious and concerned.
“Well, babe, I’ve been thinking. I’ve had it for a long time now, and I think it is time for a change." I ran my fingers over the mustache. "A smooth change.”
"Hutch, I have grown to love the 'stache." Starsky replaced my fingers with his own and caressed my hairy lip. "But it would be pretty nice to kiss a smooth lip.” He grinned thoughtfully. "You know, I’ve never kissed you without a mustache before. Let’s do it –" he paused for dramatic effect and wiggled his eyebrows. "And then we will do it."
Starsky was so much fun to watch. "Sit right there, and I'll be the barber," he said. "I will bring everything we need to the bed, and then will shave off that ‘stache."
He came back with the shaving cream, a damp hot towel, my very sharp razor and a pair of scissors.
”Starsky, are you sure you can do this without cutting off my lip?” I was beginning to have second thoughts. Maybe we should go to a regular barber shop.
“No worries, babe," Starsky said, setting out the equipment on the bedside table. "I have been shaving since I was thirteen. I think I know what I am doing.”
“But Starsky, shaving someone else is not quite the same as shaving yourself," I told him with as much trust as I could muster. "It is tricky business.”
”Hutch, do you trust me? “ He asked, gazing into my eyes.
”Of course," I said emphatically.
“Then don’t worry. I have a plan,” Starsky said with a smile.
He scooted back until his back rested against the head board and moved all the barber accessories next to him. Starsky motioned for me to sit between his naked legs. I can tell you, I was already getting hard with just the feel of him up next to me, and when I leaned against that hard, hairy chest of his, I was ready to forget the shave and move onto bigger things.
”Hutch, relax." Starsky smiled with reassurance. "I’ll take care of Hutch Jr. after I take care of this lip for yours,” he said, patting my belly.
So I just lay back, trying to ignore my throbbing erection, and enjoyed Starsky’s loving ministrations.
He put the warm rag on my face to soften up the skin. That felt like heaven.
After whipping up the shaving cream in a cup, Starsky lathered up the brush, humming a little tune. Taking the rag off my face, he laid it on my neck and chest. Starsky held up a pair of scissors and my stomach lurched at the thought of those sharp blades near my nose and mouth.
"I know what I am doing." Starsky winked, snipping the long hairs of my mustache. When it was short enough, he lathered my face with the foamy cream. With the tip of his tongue peeking between his lips, Starsky shaved my cheeks. "This is just to get a little practice for the big event," he said and very carefully started shaving my lip.
It was such a sexy feeling, and I loved the way if felt to totally surrender to the man I love. I was hard as a rock, and from the feel of things behind me, so was Starsky.
With a last sweep of the razor, Starsky grinned in triumph. He patted my face off with the towel and leaned over me. I turned my head toward him and our lips met. Without the mustache on my upper lip, it was a different feeling, smooth and naked. While I was still lost in the new sensation, he sucked my lip in his mouth and licked it. When he started to nibble it, I just jumped up, turned around and kissed him so hard and deep. I was so turned on, I was a crazy man.
”Starsky, I want your cock in my mouth," I babbled, already doing down on him. "I want you to tell me how it feels to have my naked lip wrapped around it.”
Starsky made the sweetest little whimper which turned into a deep moan, and before I knew it, he was coming in my mouth. Some of his semen got on my lip. I pulled Starsky up and rubbed my cum covered mouth all over his, and I came like a volcano erupting.
We lay there just gazing at each other. Starsky said, “Hutch, tomorrow we need to go to the beach again.”
”Why, Starsky?” I asked.
"Well, Hutch, you are so tan, and now you have the whitest lip I‘ve ever seen! Whiter than a baby's behind.”
I just burst out laughing and just hugged him tight. "I love you.".
That night was one of the best nights of my life, all because I have the best partner and lover in the world. He always makes me feel loved and wanted, whether I have a mustache or not.
The END.
Fandom: Starsky and Hutch
Pairing: Starsky and Hutch
Rating NC-17
This is my version of The Mustache challenge put to us by Cynatnite.
Minus a Mustache
By
Nancy's-soul
It had been the perfect day, sunny and warm, with just a hint of a breeze.
We had just come off a tough case where a man went crazy after his wife left him for the gardener. The husband started killing gardeners—going after anyone who worked with plants. He killed six innocent people in two months. It turned out to be pretty easy to figure out who was doing the killings, but hard to find the guy. We finally found him working as delivery man for Lawn Pro--that is how he found his victims--and slapped the handcuffs on the murdering swine.
Captain Dobey gave us a four day weekend to recuperate, and we spent all of Friday sleeping. But Saturday, we woke up early. Starsky ate a big breakfast and I had a banana shake with protein powder before we headed for the beach.
The late spring weather was just right for spending the day swimming and throwing the Frisbee around. Starsky looked like a Greek god in his shameful, black Speedo
swim suit --if you can even call it a suit. His ass was barely covered by fabric. I have to admit that it could have been enough to keep me entertained for the whole day. It must have been 79 degrees. We lay in the sun, baking off all the nastiness left over from tracking down that murderer. It was heaven to open one eye and see Starsky next to me, brown curls in sharp contrast to his red beach towel.
"C'mon, you'll burn if we stay out much longer," I said, flicking a grain of sand off his pink cheeks.
"I'm not burning from the sun," Starsky said, smoke in his voice. “You’re the fair one, Goldilocks,” he laughed as he got up and ran to the car, leaving me with all the stuff.
We went back to my place and took a quick shower, which translated into having a quickie in the shower with lots of groping for the soap and accidentally grabbing various body parts.
"What do you want to eat?" I tossed a towel at him, admiring the way his ass bunched and shifted when he bent to pick it up off the floor.
"There's a Thai place down the street from the theater," Starsky said, grinning like he could read my mind. Which he could.
The Thai food was hot, and the movie, Body Heat, was even hotter. All in all, the perfect day.
Now, here we sit, naked on my big brass bed, with our legs intertwined, enjoying the feel of each other
"Starsky, I just want to look at you and touch you all over," I said to my love. "Memorize every nook and cranny of your beautiful body,”
“Sure, babe,” he said in that cocky assured way that only Starsky can. "I’m yours, have at it.”
It was the most intimate thing we had ever done, no sex, just touching. I mapped his body, learned every inch, and savored being so close, so together, like two souls knit together. It was like time just stopped, and we were the only two people on the planet.
I've noticed that Starsky loves to run his fingers over my bottom lip. When we make love, he spends lots of time sucking and biting my lower lip. Which got me to wondering how it would feel if he did the same to my top lip.
“Starsk,” I said as I looked into those blue eyes of his.
“Yes, babe?” he replied.
”I was wondering if you would do something for me, or should I say, to me?” I asked hopefully. Starsky, being the horn dog that he is, was very eager to do something to me, but he was really surprised when I asked him to shave off my mustache.
”Hutch, are you serious? You love that feather duster,” he said, his face all serious and concerned.
“Well, babe, I’ve been thinking. I’ve had it for a long time now, and I think it is time for a change." I ran my fingers over the mustache. "A smooth change.”
"Hutch, I have grown to love the 'stache." Starsky replaced my fingers with his own and caressed my hairy lip. "But it would be pretty nice to kiss a smooth lip.” He grinned thoughtfully. "You know, I’ve never kissed you without a mustache before. Let’s do it –" he paused for dramatic effect and wiggled his eyebrows. "And then we will do it."
Starsky was so much fun to watch. "Sit right there, and I'll be the barber," he said. "I will bring everything we need to the bed, and then will shave off that ‘stache."
He came back with the shaving cream, a damp hot towel, my very sharp razor and a pair of scissors.
”Starsky, are you sure you can do this without cutting off my lip?” I was beginning to have second thoughts. Maybe we should go to a regular barber shop.
“No worries, babe," Starsky said, setting out the equipment on the bedside table. "I have been shaving since I was thirteen. I think I know what I am doing.”
“But Starsky, shaving someone else is not quite the same as shaving yourself," I told him with as much trust as I could muster. "It is tricky business.”
”Hutch, do you trust me? “ He asked, gazing into my eyes.
”Of course," I said emphatically.
“Then don’t worry. I have a plan,” Starsky said with a smile.
He scooted back until his back rested against the head board and moved all the barber accessories next to him. Starsky motioned for me to sit between his naked legs. I can tell you, I was already getting hard with just the feel of him up next to me, and when I leaned against that hard, hairy chest of his, I was ready to forget the shave and move onto bigger things.
”Hutch, relax." Starsky smiled with reassurance. "I’ll take care of Hutch Jr. after I take care of this lip for yours,” he said, patting my belly.
So I just lay back, trying to ignore my throbbing erection, and enjoyed Starsky’s loving ministrations.
He put the warm rag on my face to soften up the skin. That felt like heaven.
After whipping up the shaving cream in a cup, Starsky lathered up the brush, humming a little tune. Taking the rag off my face, he laid it on my neck and chest. Starsky held up a pair of scissors and my stomach lurched at the thought of those sharp blades near my nose and mouth.
"I know what I am doing." Starsky winked, snipping the long hairs of my mustache. When it was short enough, he lathered my face with the foamy cream. With the tip of his tongue peeking between his lips, Starsky shaved my cheeks. "This is just to get a little practice for the big event," he said and very carefully started shaving my lip.
It was such a sexy feeling, and I loved the way if felt to totally surrender to the man I love. I was hard as a rock, and from the feel of things behind me, so was Starsky.
With a last sweep of the razor, Starsky grinned in triumph. He patted my face off with the towel and leaned over me. I turned my head toward him and our lips met. Without the mustache on my upper lip, it was a different feeling, smooth and naked. While I was still lost in the new sensation, he sucked my lip in his mouth and licked it. When he started to nibble it, I just jumped up, turned around and kissed him so hard and deep. I was so turned on, I was a crazy man.
”Starsky, I want your cock in my mouth," I babbled, already doing down on him. "I want you to tell me how it feels to have my naked lip wrapped around it.”
Starsky made the sweetest little whimper which turned into a deep moan, and before I knew it, he was coming in my mouth. Some of his semen got on my lip. I pulled Starsky up and rubbed my cum covered mouth all over his, and I came like a volcano erupting.
We lay there just gazing at each other. Starsky said, “Hutch, tomorrow we need to go to the beach again.”
”Why, Starsky?” I asked.
"Well, Hutch, you are so tan, and now you have the whitest lip I‘ve ever seen! Whiter than a baby's behind.”
I just burst out laughing and just hugged him tight. "I love you.".
That night was one of the best nights of my life, all because I have the best partner and lover in the world. He always makes me feel loved and wanted, whether I have a mustache or not.
The END.
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