What are you wearing?
"What *are* you wearing McKay?" Major Sheppard exclaimed as Dr Rodney McKay, the galaxies foremost genius on everything, entered his quarters inside the Antarctica base.
"Excuse me?" Rodney had been a little, okay a lot, taken back when the handsome Major had asked him round for a 'boy's night in'. Rodney may not be very good at dating but even he can see a come on when it's *that* obvious.
"I said, what are you wearing?" the pair had been working together for the last few weeks, turning things on and generally bonding to become friends, of a sort.
"Erm, a smart shirt complete with collar intent upon strangling me before the night if through!? What kind of a greeting is that anyway, Major?" Sheppard looked so damn disappointed, Rodney just wanted to kiss it all better, but with a greeting like *that*, well!
"I don't believe this! I spend two weeks getting to know this funny, clever, cute guy only to find out on the first date, he's just like all the others!" it was Rodney's turn to look incredulous.
"What the hell are you on about? Because I wear a shirt and cologne on a first date I'm a bad person?"
Sheppard seemed to realise that his shock at McKay's clothing had descended into a perfect way to ruin the date. "No, no, no. ah, hell no that's not what I meant at all." John took Rodney by the waist,
"It's just, you looked so damn cute and warm in that fleece… I was hoping you'd wear that."
"My… my fleece? You mean that hideous orange thing my sister bought?" John nodded, his lips brushing Rodney's ear.
"You like that huh?" John nuzzled some more. "Do you want me to go and get it?"
Sheppard was panting in McKay's ear, shivers going down his spine, "Aha."
"Okay… but you're coming too!" and with that they left their first date to go and explore the joys of the orange fleece of yum!!