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“You’ve come a long way, Starsk,” Hutch managed to say after his heart calmed down and his wits slowly returned. He lay on their king-sized bed with Starsky in his arms and closed his eyes to focus on sensations beyond his sight. Holding Starsky’s warm body snugly to his own and inhaling the man’s familiar scent, commingled with the sweet… -
This scene follows Hutch’s first time as receiver (and I don’t mean in sports…) Starsky has already been receiving for some time. For his birthday, Hutch finally surrendered to bottoming for him and gave Starsky handcuffs to fulfill a fantasy, telling him to have at it. Again, this is what followed that scene. You’ll have to read the novel to… -
Hutch would take as long as Hutch would take and all Starsky could do was wait… Saving Starsky is the second novel in a Dandelion’s Series 1. Originally published in the SHareCon 2016 zine. Starsky was unusually patient that afternoon. Perhaps the tranquility of the mountain had finally mellowed him; that, and Hutch’s annoyed, but instructive advice to ‘be… -
It’s Hutch’s birthday and Starsky has a surprise for his lover: a romantic rendezvous in the woods. The following excerpt is from Dandelion’s novel, Finding Hutch. Originally published in the SHareCon 2014 zine. 4,118 words “Really, Starsk? You rented us a place without a bed?” They stood on the wooden porch and peered into the mostly log cabin through… -
77,112 words. PROLOGUE There was something very right about Hutch’s decision to bring Starsky home from the hospital, to have his partner under his watchful eye and his devoted care while Starsky completed his recovery from the bullet holes that had nearly cost him his life. It wasn’t just the logical thing to do—nor even the right thing to do—to… -
77,112 words. PROLOGUE There was something very right about Hutch’s decision to bring Starsky home from the hospital, to have his partner under his watchful eye and his devoted care while Starsky completed his recovery from the bullet holes that had nearly cost him his life. It wasn’t just the logical thing to do—nor even the right thing to do—to…