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Five Things Sheppard Has Worn and Liked
1. John's mom got him a pair of X-Men boxer briefs when he was ten. They were AWESOME.
2. He rented a tux for prom. It didn't fit right around the shoulders, the pant legs were an inch or so too short, and it came with a clip on bow tie that had his best friend snickering at him throughout the entire limo ride. Then halfway through the dance, his date dragged him off the floor and into a storage closet, shoved his neatly pressed black slacks down to his knees and slipped her lacy pink panties down and off. John was still fumbling on a condom when she hiked one leg up around his waist and whispered, "Now John, now," in his ear, her two and a half inch heel digging a small gouge in his upper thigh. John never did get around to returning the tux.
3. He had an old pair of levi's with shredded knees and a finger sized hole in the ass. He left them in storage before he went off to Antarctica. Learned to skateboard in them. Fell asleep on the beach more than once wearing nothing but. Got offered his first blowjob waltzing into a bar with those jeans barely clinging to his hips, top button undone. Kinda wishes he had them with him now. Sentimental value.
4. Once, in college, in the privacy of her room, John's girlfriend convinced him to try on her favorite little black dress. She stood him up in front of the floor length mirror on her bedroom door, brought her arms up around him from behind, and stroked her palms down over his crotch through the silky, clinging material. He could see every breath he took in it, chest rising and falling faster and harder a she stroked. Soon he was panting, legs unsteady and comically hairy under this filmy slip of a thing. He grabbed her hand to still it and stuttered, "I dont, I can't," voice breaking on the last word. She sank her teeth into his earlobe, twisted her wrist free of his grip, then went back to stroking, stroking, stroking. "Come for me, pretty," she told him, "So pretty," and he did.
5. On MX3-259, everyone got drenched in bog water. Three more miles of trudging uphill and they found a stream and everyone, of course, leapt at the chance to rinse off before making camp. Clothes were washed and hung up near the campfire to dry. The next morning, he yanked on his still damp BDU's and strapped on his thigh holster. The fit felt strangely awkward. Not his, he realized. Rodney's. Molded to the shape of Rodney's thigh. Awkward, but oddly still comfortable. He finished strapping on the weapon. Didn't think too hard about the implications.
More later.
mecurtinFive Things Sheppard Has Worn and Liked
1. John's mom got him a pair of X-Men boxer briefs when he was ten. They were AWESOME.
2. He rented a tux for prom. It didn't fit right around the shoulders, the pant legs were an inch or so too short, and it came with a clip on bow tie that had his best friend snickering at him throughout the entire limo ride. Then halfway through the dance, his date dragged him off the floor and into a storage closet, shoved his neatly pressed black slacks down to his knees and slipped her lacy pink panties down and off. John was still fumbling on a condom when she hiked one leg up around his waist and whispered, "Now John, now," in his ear, her two and a half inch heel digging a small gouge in his upper thigh. John never did get around to returning the tux.
3. He had an old pair of levi's with shredded knees and a finger sized hole in the ass. He left them in storage before he went off to Antarctica. Learned to skateboard in them. Fell asleep on the beach more than once wearing nothing but. Got offered his first blowjob waltzing into a bar with those jeans barely clinging to his hips, top button undone. Kinda wishes he had them with him now. Sentimental value.
4. Once, in college, in the privacy of her room, John's girlfriend convinced him to try on her favorite little black dress. She stood him up in front of the floor length mirror on her bedroom door, brought her arms up around him from behind, and stroked her palms down over his crotch through the silky, clinging material. He could see every breath he took in it, chest rising and falling faster and harder a she stroked. Soon he was panting, legs unsteady and comically hairy under this filmy slip of a thing. He grabbed her hand to still it and stuttered, "I dont, I can't," voice breaking on the last word. She sank her teeth into his earlobe, twisted her wrist free of his grip, then went back to stroking, stroking, stroking. "Come for me, pretty," she told him, "So pretty," and he did.
5. On MX3-259, everyone got drenched in bog water. Three more miles of trudging uphill and they found a stream and everyone, of course, leapt at the chance to rinse off before making camp. Clothes were washed and hung up near the campfire to dry. The next morning, he yanked on his still damp BDU's and strapped on his thigh holster. The fit felt strangely awkward. Not his, he realized. Rodney's. Molded to the shape of Rodney's thigh. Awkward, but oddly still comfortable. He finished strapping on the weapon. Didn't think too hard about the implications.
More later.