F is for Furries
Title: F is for Furries (or Memories in the Rear View Mirror)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis - AU
Characters/Pairing: Markham/Stackhouse
Rating: NC-17
Orientation: Slash
Word Count: 2,087
Warning: Furries
Prompt: Furries
Notes: This is a remix of
padfootthegrim ’s H50 story Headlights on Dark Roads
I made fast and loose with her story, which I hope is okay.
Captain Sheppard whistled sharply and beckoned at them through the glass as Nate and Jason were walking past his office. The captain wrapped up his phone call and then held a folder out to Jason. “Caldwell’s going out on medical leave, you drew one of his open cases. Do what you can with it.”
“Yes sir.” Markham flipped open the folder and began reading as he followed his partner out of the office. Nate sighed heavily and grabbed him by the shoulders, steering him towards their desks and then pulling his chair out and shoving Jason down onto it.
He didn’t know how many times Nate had called him, but there was annoyance in his partner’s voice when Jase looked up after being pinged in the face with a balled up piece of paper. “What?”
“What case is it?”
“The Freshman murder.”
Nate stared at him expectantly. “And...?”
“It looks like Caldwell narrowed down the suspect list. There’s a few more to be checked out. Still got that fez and bowtie you wore last Halloween?”
Confused, Nate nodded. “Yeah, why?”
“We’re going to Media-con, to see a lady with the screen name Psycho Kitty. Go on home and gear up, Doctor. I’ll go warm up the Tardis.”
“You are not mocking my fandom again, are you?”
Jason held up his hands, “No. I would not do that.”
Standing up and shaking his car keys, Stackhouse replied, “Good thing.”
“Bowties are cool,” Jason said as his partner walked past him, which made Nate stop and stare back at him. “You said you didn’t watch it.”
“Maybe I started, out of curiosity. I like it better than the one about the big giant ring that leads to other galaxies. I mean, really? How stupid is that?”
~*~
Jason had though he had put it all behind him, locked away with a host of other things that he tried in college. But walking onto the floor of the dealer’s room at Media-Con brought it all back in a flood. There was a booth directly across from the entry door, selling everything from ears to tails to full body suits. Seeing a fully articulated fox walk by, Jason could only imagine how much they were getting for THAT intricate a costume. A woman in a black lycra body suit, outlining all of her curves, ALL of her curves, waved her black panther tail in Jason’s direction as he stared. The rounded tips of fuzzy ears peeped out of her hair. She wore a pair of the cat’s eye contacts that they had on sale at the booth. Jason drew in a shuddering breath and tried to calm himself. This wasn’t the place. They had a witness to question.
He followed Nate as they went in search of Psycho Kitty, and of course she was a furry. He should have known, with a handle like that. Nate tilted his fez at a jaunty angle towards the back of his head and pulled out his Ipad to take notes as Jason questioned her about some of the suspects in the murder of the local college student.
She wasn’t able to tell them very much, but she did give them testimony that jived with another person’s story about one of the suspects, which knocked him down a few notches on the list. They thanked her and started back through the dealer’s room.
“We’re only talking to one witness? Why did I have to dress up?” Nate asked.
“Because I wanted to see if you actually would.”
Nate scowled and opened the program flyer he had picked up on the way in. “Hey, there’s a panel on villains...” he looked at Jason hopefully.
Jason looked past his partner’s shoulder. “Yeah, sure, go on,” he said absently. “I’m going to wander around a bit. Keep your cell phone on.”
Looking like a kid that was just given five bucks for the icecream man, Nate smiled and ran off towards the stairs leading to the ballrooms where the rest of the con was happening.
Did he dare? He had shoved all the impulses forcefully away years ago when his dad had found out about his jaunts to the conventions and meet ups in high school, when he had played at being Mick Lightfoot and his friend had been Raina Silverfur. They had done the scene for a wonderful two years before his dad flipped out and tossed his garb and gear in the trash. It had seemed better to stay out of it during college and the Police Academy. He had retired Mick Lightfoot forever, he thought.
Mick was still there though, the need was simmering under the surface. He wandered the dealer’s floor, taking note of the things available for purchase, trying to resist. Much, much more than had ever been out for sale in public in the days he had played this. The thought of resurrecting his Mick Lightfoot personna blossomed into a full blown desire. When he reached the end of the first row, he had a bag containing claws and a pair of black furry ears. By the time Stacks rejoined him, he had stashed the bag with the rest of the stuff he’d bought in the trunk of the car and was leaning against the wall near Panther Girl’s booth, chatting with her waiting for his partner. He had business cards in his pocket, some slipped to him surreptitiously when he made his purchases. The scene was back in reach for him, if he wanted it.
He grabbed his stuff and tossed it in his locker when they got back to the precinct. Stacks had picked him up that morning for work, so he had a few moments of panic before he realized he had a duffel in his locker he could carry his purchases home in. He didn’t want to explain it to Stacks when he saw the bags.
He waved good bye to his partner at the curb and practically ran upstairs. He spread everything out on the coffee table and sat looking it over. Remembering. He picked up the tail, the thing he had been most excited about. It was attached to a butt plug. The one from his youth had been on a metal clip. This was much more intimate.
This was grown up games, not what he had been into back then, though there had always been a sexual excitement to it. He had frequently ducked into the men’s room to jerk off at cons after getting worked up over what he saw.
Just imagining what he was going to do had him as hard as a rock. He undid his fly and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. He let the furry tail brush across his hardon, drawing a shuddering breath.
He heard a clatter as his front door was unlocked and then Nate yelled, “Hey Jase! I forgot to grab those hiking boots I loaned... holy shit, Jason!” He slammed the door behind him and leaned back against it as he stared. His partner had a key, he came and went as he pleased.
“Uhm.”
“Why didn’t you say?” Nate walked in, dropping his keys on the bookcase near the door.
Jason shrugged, he was probably blushing. He was caught, again. This time doing what his father had probably imagined he did back then. “Until I saw it today, I kinda forgot what a turn on it all was.”
“Jase...” Nate says, his voice husky and low as he stared at Jason’s exposed cock and the tail across his lap. He gestures at the array of stuff on the coffee table. “Put it on. I want to see.”
“I thought... Stacks, I thought you were straight?” Jason gulped as he leaned forward and slowly stacked his new toys as he kept his eyes on his partner of eighteen months.
Nate slid into the chair across from him and shook his head. “Bi. Does it bother you?”
Standing up, Jason replied, “Only if bugs you that I’m gay.”
“Oh. Shit. All this time. I had no idea. Go, I really want to see you now.”
Jason went to his room and dug out a rust colored thong from his dresser drawer. He slid the ears in place then used the adhesive to attach the nose and whiskers over his own nose. He had purchased a collar, one with a tag that was engraved “Foxy” - which was kind of cheesy, but he didn’t care.
He lubed up the end of the plug and pulled the thong strap aside. He gasped slightly as he inserted the plug. When he stood, the thick red foxtail swayed, the weight of it moving the plug and sending shivers up and down Jason’s spine.
Walking across the room, he had to pause a few times until the shivers stopped. Nate was waiting, looking up as he came out of the bedroom and stepped hesitantly into the living room.
“That is kinda hot. Turn around.”
He turned slowly, not quite certain how he should act. Should he be Mick Lightfoot? Did Stacks want to play that way? Damn, he was considering fucking around with his partner, and wasn’t that a bit of news?
Nate walked up behind him and Jason felt his breath on his neck as he pressed close. His hand drifted down and he tugged on the tail, shifting the plug. “Uhhhh.” Jason’s knees went weak and he would have fallen is Nate had not wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close, chuckling. “I’m afraid that tail isn’t staying in place long. You are so fucking hot like this. I want to bend you over and rut like weasels. Would you like that, Jase? Do you want me up in your ass like this tail?” Nate pushed on the plug and Jason whimpered at the wave of pleasure it sent through him.
“God, yes. Please.”
Nate bit him on the ear, his human one. “Too excited, I am so not gonna last. Come on.” Nate wrapped his other arm around Jason’s waist and lifted him off his feet, hauling him over to the couch and pushing him face down over the leather arm. He pulled on the plug and pushed it a few times, fucking him with it. “Shit, I’ve got no condoms, man,” he huffed in irritation.
“I’m clean. I’ve been single for six years, haven't been with anyone since college,” Jason panted. His cock was pressed against the hard part of the sofa arm.
The tail continued to move in and out of his ass, and Jason hummed lightly as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. “Me too. I swear. Can I?”
“Yeah, man. Please. I trust you with my life, Stacks, I’m fairly sure I can trust you with my ass.”
The plug was yanked out and Jason let out a little surprised yelp-bark as Nate pushed his cock right in to take its place. “Ohhhhh, shit. Yeah. Damn, you’re fucking huge man.”
“I am not, Foxy. Your plug was just little. Damn, you are tight. You feel so good.” Nate began to gyrate against him, sinking deeper and deeper into Jason’s body.
He dropped his head between his arms, feeling the fur tips of his ears brush against his wrists. He tried to get himself back into the mindset of being a fox. He began to yip lightly with each thrust, experimenting with playing his personna again.
“You like that, little fox? You like me fucking you?” Nate gripped his hips and began to pound into him. “Gonna come soon. You’re just too fucking hot like this Foxy.” He wasn’t lying, a few thrusts later, Jason felt the warmth spreading in his ass.
Nate grasped the back of his neck and pulled him up as he yanked out. He turned him around and kissed him before sliding to his knees and dragging Jason’s thong down before Jason’s ass had even stopped throbbing from the quick withdrawal. He sucked Jason in, grabbing his ass and pulling him forward as he took most of Jason’s cock into his mouth and began blowing him.
Jason didn’t last long either, he came, pouring come down Nate’s throat when his partner refused to pull off at the warning tugs on his hair.
They climbed up on the couch and sat side by side, panting. “Wow.”
“Yeah. Wow.”
“So, I guess we’ve got a thing now.”
“I guess so.”
And they did.
The End
Originally posted at http://rinkafic.dreamwidth.org/
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis - AU
Characters/Pairing: Markham/Stackhouse
Rating: NC-17
Orientation: Slash
Word Count: 2,087
Warning: Furries
Prompt: Furries
Notes: This is a remix of
padfootthegrim ’s H50 story Headlights on Dark Roads
I made fast and loose with her story, which I hope is okay.
Captain Sheppard whistled sharply and beckoned at them through the glass as Nate and Jason were walking past his office. The captain wrapped up his phone call and then held a folder out to Jason. “Caldwell’s going out on medical leave, you drew one of his open cases. Do what you can with it.”
“Yes sir.” Markham flipped open the folder and began reading as he followed his partner out of the office. Nate sighed heavily and grabbed him by the shoulders, steering him towards their desks and then pulling his chair out and shoving Jason down onto it.
He didn’t know how many times Nate had called him, but there was annoyance in his partner’s voice when Jase looked up after being pinged in the face with a balled up piece of paper. “What?”
“What case is it?”
“The Freshman murder.”
Nate stared at him expectantly. “And...?”
“It looks like Caldwell narrowed down the suspect list. There’s a few more to be checked out. Still got that fez and bowtie you wore last Halloween?”
Confused, Nate nodded. “Yeah, why?”
“We’re going to Media-con, to see a lady with the screen name Psycho Kitty. Go on home and gear up, Doctor. I’ll go warm up the Tardis.”
“You are not mocking my fandom again, are you?”
Jason held up his hands, “No. I would not do that.”
Standing up and shaking his car keys, Stackhouse replied, “Good thing.”
“Bowties are cool,” Jason said as his partner walked past him, which made Nate stop and stare back at him. “You said you didn’t watch it.”
“Maybe I started, out of curiosity. I like it better than the one about the big giant ring that leads to other galaxies. I mean, really? How stupid is that?”
~*~
Jason had though he had put it all behind him, locked away with a host of other things that he tried in college. But walking onto the floor of the dealer’s room at Media-Con brought it all back in a flood. There was a booth directly across from the entry door, selling everything from ears to tails to full body suits. Seeing a fully articulated fox walk by, Jason could only imagine how much they were getting for THAT intricate a costume. A woman in a black lycra body suit, outlining all of her curves, ALL of her curves, waved her black panther tail in Jason’s direction as he stared. The rounded tips of fuzzy ears peeped out of her hair. She wore a pair of the cat’s eye contacts that they had on sale at the booth. Jason drew in a shuddering breath and tried to calm himself. This wasn’t the place. They had a witness to question.
He followed Nate as they went in search of Psycho Kitty, and of course she was a furry. He should have known, with a handle like that. Nate tilted his fez at a jaunty angle towards the back of his head and pulled out his Ipad to take notes as Jason questioned her about some of the suspects in the murder of the local college student.
She wasn’t able to tell them very much, but she did give them testimony that jived with another person’s story about one of the suspects, which knocked him down a few notches on the list. They thanked her and started back through the dealer’s room.
“We’re only talking to one witness? Why did I have to dress up?” Nate asked.
“Because I wanted to see if you actually would.”
Nate scowled and opened the program flyer he had picked up on the way in. “Hey, there’s a panel on villains...” he looked at Jason hopefully.
Jason looked past his partner’s shoulder. “Yeah, sure, go on,” he said absently. “I’m going to wander around a bit. Keep your cell phone on.”
Looking like a kid that was just given five bucks for the icecream man, Nate smiled and ran off towards the stairs leading to the ballrooms where the rest of the con was happening.
Did he dare? He had shoved all the impulses forcefully away years ago when his dad had found out about his jaunts to the conventions and meet ups in high school, when he had played at being Mick Lightfoot and his friend had been Raina Silverfur. They had done the scene for a wonderful two years before his dad flipped out and tossed his garb and gear in the trash. It had seemed better to stay out of it during college and the Police Academy. He had retired Mick Lightfoot forever, he thought.
Mick was still there though, the need was simmering under the surface. He wandered the dealer’s floor, taking note of the things available for purchase, trying to resist. Much, much more than had ever been out for sale in public in the days he had played this. The thought of resurrecting his Mick Lightfoot personna blossomed into a full blown desire. When he reached the end of the first row, he had a bag containing claws and a pair of black furry ears. By the time Stacks rejoined him, he had stashed the bag with the rest of the stuff he’d bought in the trunk of the car and was leaning against the wall near Panther Girl’s booth, chatting with her waiting for his partner. He had business cards in his pocket, some slipped to him surreptitiously when he made his purchases. The scene was back in reach for him, if he wanted it.
He grabbed his stuff and tossed it in his locker when they got back to the precinct. Stacks had picked him up that morning for work, so he had a few moments of panic before he realized he had a duffel in his locker he could carry his purchases home in. He didn’t want to explain it to Stacks when he saw the bags.
He waved good bye to his partner at the curb and practically ran upstairs. He spread everything out on the coffee table and sat looking it over. Remembering. He picked up the tail, the thing he had been most excited about. It was attached to a butt plug. The one from his youth had been on a metal clip. This was much more intimate.
This was grown up games, not what he had been into back then, though there had always been a sexual excitement to it. He had frequently ducked into the men’s room to jerk off at cons after getting worked up over what he saw.
Just imagining what he was going to do had him as hard as a rock. He undid his fly and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. He let the furry tail brush across his hardon, drawing a shuddering breath.
He heard a clatter as his front door was unlocked and then Nate yelled, “Hey Jase! I forgot to grab those hiking boots I loaned... holy shit, Jason!” He slammed the door behind him and leaned back against it as he stared. His partner had a key, he came and went as he pleased.
“Uhm.”
“Why didn’t you say?” Nate walked in, dropping his keys on the bookcase near the door.
Jason shrugged, he was probably blushing. He was caught, again. This time doing what his father had probably imagined he did back then. “Until I saw it today, I kinda forgot what a turn on it all was.”
“Jase...” Nate says, his voice husky and low as he stared at Jason’s exposed cock and the tail across his lap. He gestures at the array of stuff on the coffee table. “Put it on. I want to see.”
“I thought... Stacks, I thought you were straight?” Jason gulped as he leaned forward and slowly stacked his new toys as he kept his eyes on his partner of eighteen months.
Nate slid into the chair across from him and shook his head. “Bi. Does it bother you?”
Standing up, Jason replied, “Only if bugs you that I’m gay.”
“Oh. Shit. All this time. I had no idea. Go, I really want to see you now.”
Jason went to his room and dug out a rust colored thong from his dresser drawer. He slid the ears in place then used the adhesive to attach the nose and whiskers over his own nose. He had purchased a collar, one with a tag that was engraved “Foxy” - which was kind of cheesy, but he didn’t care.
He lubed up the end of the plug and pulled the thong strap aside. He gasped slightly as he inserted the plug. When he stood, the thick red foxtail swayed, the weight of it moving the plug and sending shivers up and down Jason’s spine.
Walking across the room, he had to pause a few times until the shivers stopped. Nate was waiting, looking up as he came out of the bedroom and stepped hesitantly into the living room.
“That is kinda hot. Turn around.”
He turned slowly, not quite certain how he should act. Should he be Mick Lightfoot? Did Stacks want to play that way? Damn, he was considering fucking around with his partner, and wasn’t that a bit of news?
Nate walked up behind him and Jason felt his breath on his neck as he pressed close. His hand drifted down and he tugged on the tail, shifting the plug. “Uhhhh.” Jason’s knees went weak and he would have fallen is Nate had not wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close, chuckling. “I’m afraid that tail isn’t staying in place long. You are so fucking hot like this. I want to bend you over and rut like weasels. Would you like that, Jase? Do you want me up in your ass like this tail?” Nate pushed on the plug and Jason whimpered at the wave of pleasure it sent through him.
“God, yes. Please.”
Nate bit him on the ear, his human one. “Too excited, I am so not gonna last. Come on.” Nate wrapped his other arm around Jason’s waist and lifted him off his feet, hauling him over to the couch and pushing him face down over the leather arm. He pulled on the plug and pushed it a few times, fucking him with it. “Shit, I’ve got no condoms, man,” he huffed in irritation.
“I’m clean. I’ve been single for six years, haven't been with anyone since college,” Jason panted. His cock was pressed against the hard part of the sofa arm.
The tail continued to move in and out of his ass, and Jason hummed lightly as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. “Me too. I swear. Can I?”
“Yeah, man. Please. I trust you with my life, Stacks, I’m fairly sure I can trust you with my ass.”
The plug was yanked out and Jason let out a little surprised yelp-bark as Nate pushed his cock right in to take its place. “Ohhhhh, shit. Yeah. Damn, you’re fucking huge man.”
“I am not, Foxy. Your plug was just little. Damn, you are tight. You feel so good.” Nate began to gyrate against him, sinking deeper and deeper into Jason’s body.
He dropped his head between his arms, feeling the fur tips of his ears brush against his wrists. He tried to get himself back into the mindset of being a fox. He began to yip lightly with each thrust, experimenting with playing his personna again.
“You like that, little fox? You like me fucking you?” Nate gripped his hips and began to pound into him. “Gonna come soon. You’re just too fucking hot like this Foxy.” He wasn’t lying, a few thrusts later, Jason felt the warmth spreading in his ass.
Nate grasped the back of his neck and pulled him up as he yanked out. He turned him around and kissed him before sliding to his knees and dragging Jason’s thong down before Jason’s ass had even stopped throbbing from the quick withdrawal. He sucked Jason in, grabbing his ass and pulling him forward as he took most of Jason’s cock into his mouth and began blowing him.
Jason didn’t last long either, he came, pouring come down Nate’s throat when his partner refused to pull off at the warning tugs on his hair.
They climbed up on the couch and sat side by side, panting. “Wow.”
“Yeah. Wow.”
“So, I guess we’ve got a thing now.”
“I guess so.”
And they did.
The End
Originally posted at http://rinkafic.dreamwidth.org/