Silk

Originally published in the SHareCon 2018 Zine.

Smooth… was what you called yourself jokingly, and you drew the word out abnormally long in illustration.

With a small chuckle, I agreed. Yes, oh yes, babe. You are smooth! From the tiny curls that rest between your hairline and your collar… to the triangle of soft golden hairs that disappears down the crack of your ass.

SSSSSSsssmmmmoooottthhh… Hutch said the word again letting it ease slowly out of his mouth as if trying it on or tasting it.

Starsky smiled and turned out the bedroom light before he moved the candle closer and higher, giving himself an intimate view of his lover. What a view it was… Hutch’s hair was lighter than usual—the sun kissing it and turning it almost white!

His skin was sun-kissed too… Butterscotch and cream with a kiss of pink from their walk down by the pier this morning.

Golden Man, you have no inkling of how beautiful you are. All you can accept as a compliment in that vein is for me to tell you… You’re Smooth!!!!!