{"id":79,"date":"2021-12-02T05:54:04","date_gmt":"2021-12-02T05:54:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/?p=79"},"modified":"2021-12-02T05:54:04","modified_gmt":"2021-12-02T05:54:04","slug":"december-2nd-pardon-my-french-by-dawnwind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/?p=79","title":{"rendered":"December 2nd- Pardon My French by Dawnwind"},"content":{"rendered":"

Starsky tipped back his bottle of Corona, savoring the cold beer going down his throat. Beside him, Hutch watched him with a fond grin, as if simply savoring the fact that they had the evening off, had eaten some fine steaks at Huggy\u2019s cousin\u2019s Bull on a Grill<\/em>, and now were sitting oh-so-close in the back booth at the Pits.<\/p>\n

The place was hopping, a few couples dancing between the closely placed tables and bumping into the pool table. Luckily, no one was currently wielding a pool cue. Two women in short-short hot pants leaned against the juke box, feeding it dimes whenever they located a song they liked.<\/p>\n

Starsky grinned as the curly haired brunette wearing red shorts and shiny thigh-high boots wiggled her hips to the BeeGees’ falsettoing Night Fever<\/em>. The taller blonde, in a blue halter top, striped hot pants, with espadrilles on her feet, looked on appreciatively, her eyes riveted on her friend.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re a couple,\u201d Starsky said into Hutch\u2019s ear as Barry Gibb hit a high note. Hutch\u2019s long fair hair tickled his nose.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think so?\u201d Hutch said, raising his eyebrow, fist loose around the base of his beer bottle.<\/p>\n

Made Starsky want to kiss him right there, at the Pits, something they\u2019d vowed never to do. Not in public.<\/p>\n

\u201cLike us, you mean?\u201d Hutch continued in his sly, teasing way. He swallowed a quick sip of beer. \u201cYou don\u2019t think they\u2019re simply best friends out on a hen\u2019s night?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you? Farmer Ken?\u201d Starsky snorted, beer going up his nose, which did not feel great.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat my mother always called her nights out with friends,\u201d he clarified as the song ended.<\/p>\n

The dancers didn\u2019t seem to notice: several couples wrapped in each other\u2019s arms, swaying to their own internal melodies.<\/p>\n

The two women conferred, dark and light heads almost touching over the lit array of song choices. The brunette slipped in the coin and the music started up with a prolonged note from an electric organ, strummed guitar and heartbeat drums coming in fast.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey sister, go sister, soul sister\u2026\u201d\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

The look between the two amateur DJs held for a moment longer than necessary before the brunette wiggled her derriere seductively and shimmied to a table past Starsky and Hutch\u2019s. The blonde followed more slowly, definitely enjoying the view.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, they\u2019re doing it,\u201d Starsky said confidently, unable to stop dancing in his seat. The bouncy, bright song had that effect on him, especially with its alluring French lyrics. Always got him in the mood.<\/p>\n

Huggy boogied past an oblivious couple wrapped around one another, never spilling a drop of beer from the mugs on his tray. He plunked the brews down on the table opposite Starsky where an older couple were eating peanuts. The gray haired man kept running his fingers along the pretty, silver haired woman\u2019s wrist, even as he handed Huggy a couple dollar bills.<\/p>\n

Love was definitely in the air.<\/p>\n

\u201cVoulez vous coucher avec moi<\/em>?\u201d Patti LaBelle warbled sensually.<\/p>\n

\u201cHutch, you speak French.\u201d It was more an establishing statement than a question. He knew the answer was yes, because Hutch had lived in France as a child when his father worked for a bank overseas. \u201cWhat does\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Hutch eyed him over the top of his beer before inserting the neck of the bottle between his lips and inflating his cheeks as if suctioning the contents down his throat.<\/p>\n

Damn him. <\/em>Starsky was immediately hard, panting with the abrupt shift of blood from his brain to his cock. His rock hard erection pressed against the fly of his jeans as if determined to escape and follow the beer past Hutch\u2019s lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cBastard,\u201d Starsky said as Patti entreated her audience to \u201cCoucher avec moi ce soir<\/em>,\u201d never taking his eyes off Hutch, sure he could feel those lips roam across his own body.<\/p>\n

Hutch swallowed, his Adam\u2019s apple sliding up and down the column of his neck. Starsky gulped air, squeezing his thighs together to catch the friction from his jeans on his swollen groin.<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you like to\u2014\u201d Hutch said with a tantalizing glint in his blue eyes. \u201cVoulez vous<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHutch,\u201d Starsky hissed through clenched teeth, gripping the edge of the table. The grinding music was seeping into his skin, making him jittery.<\/p>\n

\u201cCoucher<\/em>\u2014\u201d Hutch continued as if teaching elementary French. \u201cGo to bed or sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

He really was going to murder Hutch, right after he dragged him out of the Pits and into the back seat of the Torino.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYou try it,\u201d Hutch urged, taking another long drink of beer, apparently oblivious to Starsky\u2019s driving need.<\/p>\n

\u201cVou-ley vou coo-shay<\/em>.\u201d Starsky bit off each word, pressing his left palm against the heated mound in his jeans. He didn\u2019t want to shoot his load before Hutch could blow him but the likelihood of that happening was very real.<\/p>\n

\u201cAvec moi<\/em>,\u201d Hutch finished. \u201cWith me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew that one.\u201d Starsky bared his teeth, his pulse timed to the pounding beat of the song.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo\u2014\u201d Hutch hummed with the last verse of the song. \u201cVoulez vous coucher avec moi<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCe soir<\/em>!\u201d Starsky grabbed his partner\u2019s hand, all but dragging him from the table out the rear door.<\/p>\n

They tumbled into the Torino\u2019s spacious back seat, tearing at clothing and zippers with wild abandon. Starsky didn\u2019t even give a single thought to anyone viewing their illegal behavior\u2014the alley lights behind the Pits had been burned out for the better part of two years. He\u2019d parked in the shadows out of habit.<\/p>\n

He was panting audibly, back pressed against the left side of the car, when Hutch took possession of Starsky\u2019s cock. It was as stiff as a rookie cop\u2019s baton, and Hutch mimicked his earlier performance with the neck of the bottle, sucking with glee.<\/p>\n

Starsky forgave Hutch every single nasty thing he\u2019d thought about him inside the bar, thrusting into that warm, sweet, moist mouth. This was truly bliss, a gift from the gods of love. Tingly currents zapped from his cock through his core, leaving him vibrating like a strummed guitar string. The climax rolled over him in an effervescent wave, wiping out all desire to move. He had to use every ounce of energy to reach up and caress Hutch\u2019s downy cheek, wiping his own juices from Hutch\u2019s lip.<\/p>\n

\u201cBabe,\u201d Starsky said softly, their mouths meeting for a kiss. That was all Starsky needed to revive his flagging spirits.<\/p>\n

\u201cVoulez-vous,\u201d<\/em> Hutch sang softly, but it wasn\u2019t the disco tune they\u2019d just been listening to. This had a more plaintive quality, a unique Hutchinson version of Abba\u2019s pulse thumping hit.<\/p>\n

\u201cAin\u2019t no big decision, you know what to do\u2026\u201d<\/em> He entwined his long fingers into Starsky\u2019s curls, massaging his scalp while kissing him deeply.<\/p>\n

Although his brain was more than half distracted with the succulent kisses, Starsky did<\/em> know what to do. Now that his cock was satisfied, he applied himself to Hutch\u2019s rampant erection. That sucker was huge, a handful and a half.<\/p>\n

Starsky fit his palm around the plump ball sack and leaned down to take as much of the length in his mouth as possible. Hutch moaned, holding on tight to Starsky\u2019s hair, pulling enough to cause sparkly points of arousing pain.<\/p>\n

Chuckling, Starsky tried to hum to the tune Hutch was still half singing, intentionally creating a thrumming through Hutch\u2019s cock. He knew that Hutch loved the sensation.<\/p>\n

Hutch jerked and thrust, the song lyrics sounding jerky and disjointed. \u201cLa question c\u2019est voulez-vous\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Every once in a while, the thick crown poked the back of Starsky\u2019s throat, but this wasn\u2019t his first rodeo, and he knew how to ride that slippery bronco into submission. Hutch let out a strangled note, semen spurting against Starsky\u2019s tongue, and he released the still pulsating penis.<\/p>\n

Sagging into Starsky\u2019s arms, Hutch was heavy with post-coital lassitude.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnswer your question, blintz?\u201d Starsky kissed him on the top of his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cMagnifique<\/em>,\u201d Hutch murmured.<\/p>\n

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Starsky tipped back his bottle of Corona, savoring the cold beer going down his throat. Beside him, Hutch watched him with a fond grin, as if simply savoring the fact that they had the evening off, had eaten some fine steaks at Huggy\u2019s cousin\u2019s Bull on a Grill, and now were sitting oh-so-close in the … Continue reading “December 2nd- Pardon My French by Dawnwind”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,10,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-79","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fic","category-nsfw","category-slash"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=79"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":141,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79\/revisions\/141"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=79"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=79"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=79"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}