Author's note: Slightly more mature, but meh.
Sam owes Ed for this. Majorly.
In a different clothing style
"Ed, I need you to do me a massive favor," Sam said, bursting into Ed's office.
Ed continued working on his project. "No."
Sam stared in offended shock. "I would owe you. For ages."
"Sam, it's not that I don't care – because we both know I don't – it's that I'm busy and I don't have time for your games." Ed finally looked up. "Look, Sam, Can we do this later? When we're not at work?" Looking back down, Ed continued his work.
"There's a blow job in it for you if you do this for me," Sam threw on the table. Ed paused, glancing up.
"Oh? And what has you offering me a blow job?" Ed asked, sitting up straight and steepling his fingers.
"I need you to wear an outfit for me."
Ed narrowed his eyes. "What kind?"
Sam grinned. "You'll see."
"Sam, you owe me a blow job and dinner for this," Ed threatened.
"Sure, not a problem." Sam smiled. His plot to get Ed into something other than his usual hipster clothing worked. Sam had somehow managed to get Ed into a pair of jeans and a tight, beat up t-shirt. What really made the outfit for Sam was the fact that Ed wasn't even trying to get out of the leather jacket Sam made him wear.