Hair Apparent

Starsky’s chatty when he’s in the mood, and Hutch goes along with it.

Written for the twenty minute fic challenge. Prompt words bail and steal.

“Hutch, you ever seen a girl completely shaved…” Starsky trailed off, his fingers doing incredible things to the back of Hutch’s neck, “down there?”

Appalled, Hutch reared his head, staring at his lover. “Is that really appropriate to discuss right now?”

“Made me want to bail, but we were already naked and in her bed, so…”

“Why waste the opportunity?” Hutch rolled his eyes. “And yes, I have.”

Starsky chuckled, stroking the fine hairs at the base of Hutch’s skull, scritching with his fingernails the way one did to a cat. “It looks weird. I come from a hairy family.”

Hutch wanted to melt into Starsky’s caresses but he was still put out by the intrusion of some woman’s shaved mound. “And?”

“We all got hair everywhere, including my ma. She has thick eyebrows that sometimes meet in the middle and a mustache under her nose.” He demonstrated with his pinkie before leaning in to kiss Hutch’s parted lips. “Course, I never saw her without her clothes…”

“So you cannot comment on her lower anatomy,” Hutch said dryly, biting Starsky’s lower lip. Succulent and warm, and maybe a little pain would end this conversation?

“Right. But in my teens, I guess I thought girls just didn’t have hair under their arms and stuff.” Starsky was apparently undeterred by teeth applied to his lip, and stuck his tongue into Hutch’s mouth.

Stealing kisses from each other was quite satisfying for quite a while. Hutch loved foreplay. He kissed Starsky’s eyelids and ran his hand down the bristly hairs between Starsky’s nipples.

Starsky lapped the strong edge of Hutch’s jaw, lowering his head into Hutch’s neck for a kiss on his clavicle.

“So what…” Hutch took a deep breath, goosebumps rippling his skin when Starsky blew on the wet place he’d made. “Brought on this discussion about shaving?”

“I didn’t know girls did it!” Starsky glanced up at him before nuzzling Hutch’s armpit. “Looks weird all smooth like nothing grows on their body. You—” He grinned, burying his nose against Hutch’s hairy pit. “You’re naturally smooth, but you got hair in all the right places. Like here—” He made an exaggerated sniff. “Love the way this smells—”

“Haven’t had a shower yet.” Hutch snickered, flicking his finger down lower on Starsky’s body, toward the groin.

“And here.” Starsky grabbed hold of a good hunk of Hutchinson.

“OhmyGod!” Hutch roared, arousal shooting straight through his head when Starsky fisted his cock.

“This is the best hair of all, framing the masterpiece,” Starsky continued, rolling the balls like dice in his hand. “Why’d anyone want to shave it off?”

FIN