Sequel to Something Different This Year which can be found here.
Starsky was sitting at the kitchen reading a magazine when Hutch walked into the apartment.
“Hey, babe,” Starsky greeted his partner.
“Hey, babe, yourself,” Hutch replied.
“What’s in the bag? My Christmas present?!”
The Hutchinson finger was pointed. “Don’t start that again.”
“Fine.” Starsky pouted.
He set the bag on the table and leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of it. “We still don’t have anything for the Advent Calendar. So I thought I’d paint a portrait of us in our Christmas finery.”
“I’m pretty sure they’d rather see us without.”
“Aw come on, Starsky. Class up, will ya?”
“No, I’m serious, Hutch. You paint a mean nude. You paint me and I’ll paint you.”
“Just to clarify,” Hutch said suspiciously, “you do mean that the paint will be on the canvas and not each other, right?”
“Of course that’s what I meant. Hey, lets get started right now!”
“Give me a few minutes to set everything up. In the meantime, something’s burning.”
“Shit!”
“Doesn’t smell like shit, luckily.”
Starsky focused on the overdone something in the oven while Hutch prepared to create. Fifteen minutes later, he declared himself ready.
“Starsk! Where are you?”
Starsky had slipped unseen into the bedroom and now catwalked into the living room in all his magnificent maleness.
Hutch stood still–mouth open, eyes large.
“See something you like, handsome?”
The words broke the spell and Hutch mumbled, “Later.”
Starsky watched Hutch, enjoying how his partner was able to remove his libido from the situation and become a fully focused artist. Hutch positioned his subject, rearranging him a few times until he was satisfied.
Hutch stepped back to the easel and began.
Starsky knew that Hutch was concentrating on the task at hand and not the subject matter. But Starsky had nothing else to do so he thought about the fact that he was naked and Hutch was fully clothed. This type of scenario might make one feel exposed (Starsky chuckled silently) but in this case he had the upper hand. Hutch was intent on his project. He looked so young and beautiful and vulnerable, concentrating as he was. Starsky imagined Hutch as the art student and himself as the art instructor. It was arousing him.
Hutch glanced up every now and then to study his subject. This time he noticed something.
“Starsky, put that thing away!”
“I thought you liked my thing.”
“Aw come on, buddy. I’m not putting that in the portrait. It’s too distracting.”
Starsky smiled sensually as he started to move towards Hutch. “It is, isn’t it?”
Hutch put down his brush. Hands on hips he tried to reason with his partner. But it was too late. He took a step back as Starsky reached for him. The easel didn’t stand a chance. It went down. Hutch tripped over the legs and would have fallen if Starsky hadn’t grabbed him. He twisted but they were both headed for the floor. Palette, brushes, canvas, and paints were scattered.
“Starsky, watch out for my burnt umber!”
“Schweetheart, if I knew where your burnt umber was, I’d handle it with the utmost care.” Starsky got his Bogie and Mae West a bit muddled.
Sometime later, after Starsky had taken care of Hutch’s burnt umber and Hutch had done likewise for his partner’s raw sienna, they lay side by side, looking at the ceiling.
“There’s a blue splash on the ceiling.”
“Yeah, I call it Starsky’s Eyes.”
“Aw, that’s . . . sweet.”
Silence for a while.
“Ya know, Starsk, we failed again at the Advent Calendar thing.”
“Nah, not really. This time the sex and debauchery was in living color.”
“Yup. Just needed a fresh coat of paint.”
Love the painting, Elves!
You’re very welcome!
That’s my kind of finger-painting! Wonderful story, Choc, and superb manip, Elves! Thank you, Everyone!
A little dab here, a little dab there and the next thing you know, they’re dabbed everywhere! Glad you enjoyed it. <3
Lol, these guys are hopeless! Sex and debauchery for the win! Also, interesting painting! (Paul Richmond is the original artist: https://paulrichmondstudio.com/collections/limited-edition-prints-of-figurative-paintings?page=4 )
Mortmere, thanks for the link! I found the image on a Google search with weird parameters, the same way I find all my images. All honors to the original artist. Thanks for bringing him to our attention.
Mortmere, I’m amazed that you knew this painting. It is awesome!
I didn’t know the painting or the painter before – just got curious and used Google’s “search by image” function.
Love this, Chocolate Egg!
I love how they start to do one thing, and end up having sex! So them!
Please write more! I very much enjoy your ‘voice’.
Thanks, Nancy. I have fun making them talk. 😉 Thanks for the comment. <3
Looks like they are getting ready for round two, where they work on their azure and ochre.
Ha! Hey, could be a spin-off: 2 artists/detectives know as Azure and Ochre. And their Captain, Bob Ross. 😉 Thanks for commenting!<3
I love the humor of replacing anatomical terms with paint colors! And I love a Starsky & Hutch who just can’t keep their hands off each other! I just hope when the easel fell, the canvass landed paint-side up!
The canvas did land paintside up. But then the guys rolled over it and back again. It might need another dab here and there. 😉
Thanks for commenting!
Loving their failures! Skin is the best canvas. And colours say so much! Hot. Thank you for making me smile before work. Perfect artwork, elves ?
Whether intentional or not, their skin was indeed the best canvas. Rather like adoring a naked blond with tinsel and ornaments. 😉 Love ‘A Christmas Cabin’!
Thanks for the comment. <3
I can image how raw their sienna got. OOOOO
Which meant that copious amounts of lotion were needed which just led to more rawness. A pleasant vicious cycle.
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Lovely abstract art! lol–burnt umber indeed.