S is for Shoes and Stockings
Title: S is for Shoes and Stockings
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters/Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: PG
Orientation: Slash
Word Count: 1,168
Prompt: Kink Bingo Fill: “Foot/Shoe Fetish”
This is a remix of “Walk in the Sun 1” a comment fic by Anonymous. Permission not obtained, because poster was Anonymous. By busaikko.
John Sheppard had a secret that he had managed to keep through high school, college, basic training, one failed marriage, a stint in Afghanistan and then Antarctica and for the first year he was stationed in Pegasus. Everyone had a way to blow off steam, work off their stress. For John, it was dressing up, especially shoes. If there wasn’t enough time to go stem to stern, he’d at least slide on his favorite shoes of the moment and kick back to relax.
He kept his kit in a locked box under his bed with a combination that no one else knew. He figured if he bit it one day in the field and they went through his effects, the wise ass that popped the lock would get quite a surprise. John would be dead and wouldn’t care at that point.
He currently had two favorite pairs of shoes; his slutty heels and black patent leather pumps with a wide strap around the ankle and a heavy buckle. He liked the buckle, it had weight to it, it felt substantial. When he had those shoes on, he knew he was wearing them.
When Rodney knocked on his door one evening, John quickly kicked off the slutty heels he had been wearing, one slid under the sofa, the other over near his desk somewhere. Barefoot, he answered the door to find Rodney standing there looking quite forlorn. “Trouble with Katie again?” John asked, stepping aside to let his friend in as he went from Relaxation Mode to Support Rodney Mode.
“I don’t understand why she’s mad. I just don’t get women,” Rodney complained, going to John’s sofa and throwing himself down on it.
It was on the tip of John’s tongue to suggest that Rodney was batting for the wrong team, but he held back. He wasn’t quite ready to come out of his closet yet. Though if he would for anyone, it would probably be Rodney.
Rodney was hooking up the game console, plugging it in and looking around for the controllers. “C’mon, I want a rematch on that golf game.”
“The racing game is in there from the other night when Ronon was here.”
Grunting in irritation, McKay slid off the sofa and began hunting around through the various game cartridges that John usually kept under the couch. John heard a surprised noise and then Rodney sat up. He lifted one hand and on his finger dangled the cheap, cherry red, five inch heel that John had been wearing before his friend arrived. Looking at the shoe critically, John admitted to himself that he had been in a particularly slutty phase the last trip back to Earth. The shoes matched the red micro bandage dress that he’d picked up in Colorado Springs. His black leather corset that went with everything looked great over the dress.
“So, do you let your dates walk home barefoot, or do you regularly make them dress up in hooker heels?” Rodney asked, eyeing the shoe skeptically and then looking over at John.
He didn’t know what to say. He felt his face get warm as his jaw worked, no words coming out.
Rodney looked at the shoe again. Then peered at John. “Wait a second, are these yours, John? Do you wear these?” He held the shoe up, judging the size.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” John stomped over and snatched the shoe away from Rodney and dropped it near the bed and kicked it under to join its mate.
Sensing that John was serious, Rodney gave him an odd look and then shrugged. “We can play the racing game,” he offered, climbing back onto the cushions, apparently unwilling to discover any other embarrassing secrets that might be lurking in the darkness under the sofa.
John threw himself down beside Rodney and they spoke very little about anything that evening. They played video games and ate popcorn.
A few weeks later, the failing romance of Rodney and Katie crashed and burned.
Two weeks after that, Rodney showed up at John’s door. “You still have those shoes?” he asked as the door closed behind him.
“Uhm, no,” John replied, surprised by the question. The shoes and the dress and the choker that went with the dress had all been missing after the Replicators had been there, damn the robotic thieves. Rodney looked a little crestfallen. John’s next words just slipped out. “My new ones are better.”
“Is that so?”
John nodded slowly, noticing the look of interest in Rodney’s eyes. “The old ones were cheap pleather. The new ones are leather, peep toe.” John kept his toenails neatly trimmed and occasionally applied a coat of clear polish when he had a few days leave or downtime. His foot looked great in those shoes.
His glance going to John’s bare feet, Rodney asked haltingly, “So, is it... is it just the shoes?”
“Mostly the shoes. And stockings, I like stockings. Sometimes I go all the way; dress and underwear. But usually just the shoes.”
Rodney tilted his head and looked at John. “I think I’d like to see that.”
“You would?” John gulped. Rodney was not the sort for pranks, he wouldn’t set John up just to mock him.
His friend nodded. “I’m not as stodgy as people think, you know. I experimented in college, I’ve been around. II have a few kinks of my own.”
“Uhm...”
Rodney looked at him expectantly.
John didn’t know what to say, again. He had a feeling about this, but he couldn’t put it into words. He squeezed his hands at his sides in irritation and then stepped closer to Rodney. “Before... let me... just once.” He took Rodney’s face in his hands and leaned forward, kissing his lips hesitantly. Rodney tasted of coffee and sweat. Almost immediately, Rodney was kissing him back, his fingers tangling in John’s hair, pulling him closer.
John sighed and deepened the kiss, enjoying the feeling of Rodney’s hands on him. And Rodney’s hands were suddenly everywhere, on the back of his neck, at his waist, on his back, fisted in his hair.
After enjoying the kissing for a while, John pulled back and leaned his forehead on Rodney’s as he panted to catch his breath. “Look, Rodney, if I do this, before I do this, I need to... look, I don’t want to be a substitute for some woman. That isn’t why I do this. I’m still me. I just like to wear the clothes. I’m still a guy.” He took a deep breath and then whispered his confession. “A gay guy.”
“You’re John. You’ll always be John, no matter what you’re wearing. And, I date guys too, Sheppard.”
“Okay. Okay.” John stepped back. “So, everything or just shoes and stockings?”
“Black stockings?”
John nodded.
“Oh, do that. Show me your new shoes.” Rodney went over to the couch and sat down, watching John move around the room to collect his things.
And that was how the whole thing started.Originally posted at http://rinkafic.dreamwidth.org/
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters/Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: PG
Orientation: Slash
Word Count: 1,168
Prompt: Kink Bingo Fill: “Foot/Shoe Fetish”
This is a remix of “Walk in the Sun 1” a comment fic by Anonymous. Permission not obtained, because poster was Anonymous. By busaikko.
John Sheppard had a secret that he had managed to keep through high school, college, basic training, one failed marriage, a stint in Afghanistan and then Antarctica and for the first year he was stationed in Pegasus. Everyone had a way to blow off steam, work off their stress. For John, it was dressing up, especially shoes. If there wasn’t enough time to go stem to stern, he’d at least slide on his favorite shoes of the moment and kick back to relax.
He kept his kit in a locked box under his bed with a combination that no one else knew. He figured if he bit it one day in the field and they went through his effects, the wise ass that popped the lock would get quite a surprise. John would be dead and wouldn’t care at that point.
He currently had two favorite pairs of shoes; his slutty heels and black patent leather pumps with a wide strap around the ankle and a heavy buckle. He liked the buckle, it had weight to it, it felt substantial. When he had those shoes on, he knew he was wearing them.
When Rodney knocked on his door one evening, John quickly kicked off the slutty heels he had been wearing, one slid under the sofa, the other over near his desk somewhere. Barefoot, he answered the door to find Rodney standing there looking quite forlorn. “Trouble with Katie again?” John asked, stepping aside to let his friend in as he went from Relaxation Mode to Support Rodney Mode.
“I don’t understand why she’s mad. I just don’t get women,” Rodney complained, going to John’s sofa and throwing himself down on it.
It was on the tip of John’s tongue to suggest that Rodney was batting for the wrong team, but he held back. He wasn’t quite ready to come out of his closet yet. Though if he would for anyone, it would probably be Rodney.
Rodney was hooking up the game console, plugging it in and looking around for the controllers. “C’mon, I want a rematch on that golf game.”
“The racing game is in there from the other night when Ronon was here.”
Grunting in irritation, McKay slid off the sofa and began hunting around through the various game cartridges that John usually kept under the couch. John heard a surprised noise and then Rodney sat up. He lifted one hand and on his finger dangled the cheap, cherry red, five inch heel that John had been wearing before his friend arrived. Looking at the shoe critically, John admitted to himself that he had been in a particularly slutty phase the last trip back to Earth. The shoes matched the red micro bandage dress that he’d picked up in Colorado Springs. His black leather corset that went with everything looked great over the dress.
“So, do you let your dates walk home barefoot, or do you regularly make them dress up in hooker heels?” Rodney asked, eyeing the shoe skeptically and then looking over at John.
He didn’t know what to say. He felt his face get warm as his jaw worked, no words coming out.
Rodney looked at the shoe again. Then peered at John. “Wait a second, are these yours, John? Do you wear these?” He held the shoe up, judging the size.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” John stomped over and snatched the shoe away from Rodney and dropped it near the bed and kicked it under to join its mate.
Sensing that John was serious, Rodney gave him an odd look and then shrugged. “We can play the racing game,” he offered, climbing back onto the cushions, apparently unwilling to discover any other embarrassing secrets that might be lurking in the darkness under the sofa.
John threw himself down beside Rodney and they spoke very little about anything that evening. They played video games and ate popcorn.
A few weeks later, the failing romance of Rodney and Katie crashed and burned.
Two weeks after that, Rodney showed up at John’s door. “You still have those shoes?” he asked as the door closed behind him.
“Uhm, no,” John replied, surprised by the question. The shoes and the dress and the choker that went with the dress had all been missing after the Replicators had been there, damn the robotic thieves. Rodney looked a little crestfallen. John’s next words just slipped out. “My new ones are better.”
“Is that so?”
John nodded slowly, noticing the look of interest in Rodney’s eyes. “The old ones were cheap pleather. The new ones are leather, peep toe.” John kept his toenails neatly trimmed and occasionally applied a coat of clear polish when he had a few days leave or downtime. His foot looked great in those shoes.
His glance going to John’s bare feet, Rodney asked haltingly, “So, is it... is it just the shoes?”
“Mostly the shoes. And stockings, I like stockings. Sometimes I go all the way; dress and underwear. But usually just the shoes.”
Rodney tilted his head and looked at John. “I think I’d like to see that.”
“You would?” John gulped. Rodney was not the sort for pranks, he wouldn’t set John up just to mock him.
His friend nodded. “I’m not as stodgy as people think, you know. I experimented in college, I’ve been around. II have a few kinks of my own.”
“Uhm...”
Rodney looked at him expectantly.
John didn’t know what to say, again. He had a feeling about this, but he couldn’t put it into words. He squeezed his hands at his sides in irritation and then stepped closer to Rodney. “Before... let me... just once.” He took Rodney’s face in his hands and leaned forward, kissing his lips hesitantly. Rodney tasted of coffee and sweat. Almost immediately, Rodney was kissing him back, his fingers tangling in John’s hair, pulling him closer.
John sighed and deepened the kiss, enjoying the feeling of Rodney’s hands on him. And Rodney’s hands were suddenly everywhere, on the back of his neck, at his waist, on his back, fisted in his hair.
After enjoying the kissing for a while, John pulled back and leaned his forehead on Rodney’s as he panted to catch his breath. “Look, Rodney, if I do this, before I do this, I need to... look, I don’t want to be a substitute for some woman. That isn’t why I do this. I’m still me. I just like to wear the clothes. I’m still a guy.” He took a deep breath and then whispered his confession. “A gay guy.”
“You’re John. You’ll always be John, no matter what you’re wearing. And, I date guys too, Sheppard.”
“Okay. Okay.” John stepped back. “So, everything or just shoes and stockings?”
“Black stockings?”
John nodded.
“Oh, do that. Show me your new shoes.” Rodney went over to the couch and sat down, watching John move around the room to collect his things.
And that was how the whole thing started.Originally posted at http://rinkafic.dreamwidth.org/