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[businessorlibation]

Johnny kisses César, first on the cheeks and then on the lips, soft teasing little kisses that are quick, playful, not starting anything too intense yet. "I'm awake now, though. And excited to see what it is you've found."

[pineapplesalmon]

César beams at the kisses and reluctantly breaks from the hug to put down the small bag on the desk-console and grab the bag that has things for Johnny, holding it out. "They have stuff in all our sizes, so for you, I mostly just got pants, a couple of belts, and shirts for to try as well as a book. But some of these are what we call 'shitposts'. They'll all definitely fit you, though!"

He has a very good eye for measurements.

[businessorlibation]

"'Shitposts.' I'm a little scared to see what that means in context. Where do you want me to start?" He strips off the robe, so he can try things on for César. Yes, they'll all fit, but half the fun here is going to be the striptease. He wonders if César has already realized that's going to be a thing.

If not, well, he'll learn quickly.

[pineapplesalmon]

"They're things that purposefully try to provoke a provocative response."

Oh, César is hoping there's going to be a striptease, judging by how he watches Johnny for a moment before taking off his boots.

"Some of their stuff is nice. Some of it is an offense against all that is holy. I got you more of the first, I promise. But I'm not telling you which is which. Their pants are good, though. ... hmm, I suppose I should try on some of my stuff, too?"

[businessorlibation]

"César, if you start pulling off your clothes, I don't think either of us is going to end up trying anything on." He gives a look whose purpose cannot be mistaken. That's an indication that that was both a threat and a promise and an invitation all at once.

[pineapplesalmon]

César has to fight back a laugh. "Hmm, you have a point. I suppose I can horrify you with the boxer briefs I picked out later."

Yes, apparently he put them on without even washing them first. Also, judging by the way his grin shifts, he is interested, but Johnny trying on clothes should be a good prelude. Later is likely to be in the near future. He is however, taking off his socks to wiggle his toes freely. As a threat of his own, one that has him holding back laughter.

[businessorlibation]

As César bends down to take a sock off, Johnny kisses the back of his neck, lingering for a moment to allow the gentlest scrape of teeth against skin, mostly just to see the reaction. But he does step back, grabbing a pair of pants to try on a moment later.

[pineapplesalmon]

Oh. César stays right there, partially to not conk into Johnny's face but mostly because of the lightning that sends down his spine. That actually made a certain something twitch in his pants. Goddamn. He's fairly certain that Johnny's not going to get a chance to finish trying on all his clothes.

Not that either of them are going to mind. César will grab his own bag and settle on the couch so that he has a nice view of this. He's watching eagerly, even as he bends down to feel around and grab a shoe box out of his own bag.

"I saw it had my era style of pants and belts in your size, as well as mine and Watson's." César places the shoe box on his lap and leans forward, resting his forearms on it. "I was worried it might be temporary, so I ah... picked over the pants especially. There's one of each style above the shirts with more colors below them. Figured you should see if you like the style first before trying on the rest."

Apparently, someone taught him how to shop, at least.

[businessorlibation]

Johnny nods, taking the first pair of pants out of the bag and trying them on. "I'll say, this ship not having a tailor is a bit of a disappointment, but not entirely unexpected, I suppose."

Once the pants are on, he turns around, offering César a prime view of his backside and looking over his shoulder for approval. "What do you think?"

[pineapplesalmon]

"That'd be too nice and convenient." César sighs.

He takes a moment to observe very eagerly, even making a point to rub his beard as if thinking deeply. To be certain! Not because he needs a moment to recollect his thoughts.

"A very nice view." César grins wider. "The pants fit very nicely, too; my calculations were near perfect. Comfortable? Good range of motion?"

[businessorlibation]

"Very comfortable. They're a little more casual than what I've been wearing out, but I think they'd probably be more comfortable in the heat. I like them a lot." He turns back around, looking César in the eyes. "Good job, choosing these. Should I try on the next pair?"

[pineapplesalmon]

César beams at the praise. He's been trying to be better aware of fashion since he started dating these two, and he took care to find something that not only would fit Johnny but would be in a style he liked. This is high praise, coming from him.

"Might as well. There's only two other styles I picked out. The rest of the pants are just color variations." Look at how proud of himself he is, Johnny.

[businessorlibation]

Johnny tries on the next two pairs of pants, and then strips down to his boxers again before moving closer to the couch. To César. His eyes twinkle as he kneels backwards on the couch, straddling César's legs in a position that is very intentionally provocative. There ought to be no mistaking the implications here.

The only question is, will César's brain shut down entirely?

[pineapplesalmon]

César's brain doesn't shut down entirely, because he had made sure to sit back far enough on the couch to give Johnny room in the first place. Also, because Johnny shoving that offending box right off his lap before climbing on was a sight to behold—this was Johnny's lap. His eyes are twinkling with mirth and something more. Now if they hadn't of made out so many times, this might be a little bit more overwhelming, but Johnny's done well at helping César... acclimate.

"Why hello, sir. May I help you?" César asks innocently, while his hands go to Johnny's hips. "You seem to have lost your pants."

[businessorlibation]

"Lost? No, not at all. The pants were discarded. I thought they might get in the way." Of what? Well, he'll leave that to César's imagination as he leans in to give a slow, hungry kiss to his partner. Really, he started it, coming in and making Johnny try on all sorts of clothes. He only has himself to blame for what's going on here.

[pineapplesalmon]

César thinks he's brilliant because this is all going according to plan. Of which he had several, but this one won out. He kisses back just as hungrily. Johnny's mouth and touch are familiar and comfortable.

"And mine?" He manages to ask as they start a second kiss.

[businessorlibation]

"I'm sure they'll come off, too. Once you're unable to stand it and you simply must have me. Until then, though..." He resettles his weight subtly, offering friction through the layers of fabric. Shameless. "We'll have to see how long you can stand to wear them, still."

[pineapplesalmon]

César's eyes widen as he sucks in a breath, his eyes locked on Johnny's. His smile grows wider, one of his hands moving down Johnny's thigh before moving back up and underneath his boxer leg, feeling the upper dip between leg and torso. Skin, the edge of hair...

"We'll have to see how long I can resist... but my vest and shirt are too stifling. Help me?"

[businessorlibation]

"Only because you've asked so nicely."

Nimble fingers work quickly at César's vest as his lips dip again for another kiss, this one ending with a light nip at César's lower lip. Playful, gentle, he's still creating his own mental chart for the scientist's reactions, one that will never be committed to graph paper or mapping software (but might be shared in soft whispers and giggles with a Doctor, someday).

[pineapplesalmon]

César's pulse is quickening, and he takes a moment to simply breathe after Johnny breaks off the kiss with a little tug of his lower lip, eyes still closed. He keeps them closed as he shrugs out of his vest and throws it to the side, somewhere in the vicinity of the desk. That vest must be completely out of the way, and César pulls off his shirt to throw it in the same direction.

He opens his eyes and looks at Johnny slowly, hungrily. "I love and want you, Johnny Summer. Are you sure you don't want to torment me in just my boxers? With you sitting like that, these pants will soon be too tight."

It's a legitimate complaint. César wears tight pants that will become uncomfortably quickly. And he's quite willing to be tormented for a while without their last layers removed. More sensation for the both of them.

[businessorlibation]

Johnny backs up and stands, laughing warmly. "Your turn to strip down for me, then."

And he's going to watch the entire time, of course. Relishing the sight of this man who he's been flirting with for months.

[pineapplesalmon]

"Yes, sir." César laughs—the sound of Johnny's laugh is so wonderful—and stands.

He has no idea how to do this sexily, so he just smiles as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. César works them off and throws them to the side, revealing his new underwear, which makes him snort loudly as he catches sight of them.

"I completely forgot I switched these out because they were funny...." Hey, stay on task!

[businessorlibation]

"So very festive." He laughs aloud as he closes back in, with all the wanton grace of a panther. "But they're not the sexiest thing I've seen you in."

[pineapplesalmon]

"I tried to find the most offensive thing I could so you'd want to take them off." César dutifully steps back to the couch and stands there, waiting innocently as he watches Johnny's every movement.

[businessorlibation]

"I can do that." He steps in, a hand at each of César's hips and pulls the waistband of the boxer briefs down. Shameless, utterly shameless. "Though I may propose a move to the bed instead of the couch. If you'd be amenable?"