If You Think I'm Sexy by Rebelcat and Elizabeth Helena (R)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: to quote the authors as to whether this story is gen or slash, "good question."
Length: about 6800 words
Authors on LJ: myrebelcat and elizabethhelena
Authors’ website: Stories co-authored by Rebelcat and Elizabeth Helena are here.
Why this must be read: Because it’s light and cute and funny and utterly entertaining. Starsky is out of commission with chicken pox and miserable, until he discovers how he can torment Hutch.
From "If You Think I'm Sexy":
For a tough, competent man in the prime of his life, Starsky could be surprisingly helpless when it came to dealing with illness. A bullet in the shoulder? No problem. But let one little virus get a foothold in his system, and he folded like a house of cards.
If it had been anyone else, it would have annoyed the hell out of Hutch. But this was Starsky and looking at him now, leaning against the wall with his pjs hanging off his hips and his hair standing on end, Hutch couldn’t help but feel a warm rush of affection for the man. “Come on,” he said again, as he tugged on Starsky’s arm, suddenly conscious of the dry heat radiating from his partner’s skin. “Sit down.”
Starsky poked mournfully at a spot on his chest. “I wonder if it’s contagious?”
Hutch let go of his arm immediately. Love only went so far.
If You Think I'm Sexy