Remix: Dressed to Impress (the Two to Tango Remix) [Sheppard/McKay, 234 words, rated PG], by exeterlinden
It wasn't so much the tux, John decided, as it was Rodney in a tux. And it wasn't just Rodney in a tux, it was Rodney looking comfortable and self-assured, drink in hand, wearing a tux.
John himself was used to uniforms and military paraphernalia, and being in the dress uniform was second nature to him. Rodney, on the other hand, usually fumbled guns and fidgeted in tac wests, uniforms and formal wear. And John was fine with that.
But right now Rodney was deep in conversation, one hand on his back, one hand holding a glass of champagne, and John found himself unable to not stare at Rodney in his tailor made, expensive looking tuxedo, with a lately all-too-familiar heat spreading in his belly.
As if he could sense that he was being watched, Rodney's eyes scanned the room and finally met John's. Rodney looked at him, and then really looked at him, his gaze sweeeping over him from head to toe - taking in the dress uniform - and suddenly his calm demeanor changed, and he tugged at his bow tie, swallowing convulsively. Even from where he was standing, John could see him flushing slightly.
Huh. So maybe Rodney felt the same way about his uniform. Interesting.
John let Rodney look his share, before he did his own, deliberately obvious appraisal, and grinned when Rodney once again reflexively tugged at his tie.