"Keef! ….Keef! …Keef, where are you?" the alien was searching his and Zim's base for the human. He had let the ginger in, but his boyfriend seemed to magically disappear. "Keef! Come on out!" he sat on the couch and sighed, leaning his head back.
"Hey, what do you think?" Keef's voice asked softly.
Skoodge lifted his head and looked towards the voice, "Where were y-… Where'd you get that?"
Keef stood there with a bright pink Irken uniform shirt on. The latex of it fit snugly on his arms and chest, but it looked like a three-quarter sleeve shirt and it showed half his stomach. The latex pants clamped on every curve of Keef's body. Every. Single. Curve.
Skoodge just sat there for a moment, then he noticed his jaw was hanging, so he fixed that and kept staring.
Keef, on the other hand, smiled and walked up to his boyfriend. Before the alien could gather his wits, the ginger was straddling him, his arms wrapped around his green neck, "I found it… And, I thought, seeing as you wore my sweater, I should be allowed to wear something of your's… Am I?"
The Irken just silently nodded, knowing that he couldn't trust his voice.