Striptease

God, he was drunk. It was probably not the wisest decision to keep getting smashed at social gatherings, he'd only continue to end up in beds he didn't belong in. Hopefully, however, his latest conquest would end much better than the disastrous evening he'd spent with Miss Thrace; during the rather boisterous celebration of the Pegasus discovery of the Galactica, he'd managed to lure Lieutenant Gaeta into his personal quarters.

After some time of mutually drunken conversation and some passing back and forth of his personal bottle of ambrosia, he'd stood up to put on a little show, slowly undoing his tie for him, pulling it from his collar and tossing it to the Lieutenant, who caught it with a rather bemused smirk. He turned away from him, teasingly, shooting a lusty glance over his shoulder as he unbuttoned his tweed suit jacket, letting it fall down his shoulders. He rolled his hips playfully as he let the jacket fall off of his wrists, something that made Felix snicker quietly. Gaius had to snicker a little as well as he watched Felix, undoing his belt and letting it drop, before letting his pants drop as well. That tugged his dress shirt down along with them, and as he stepped out of them, it left him in the shirt and his socks, and he turned around to catch Felix muffling a giggle.

Gaius had a feeling he looked more than a little absurd as he put his hands on his hips, edge of the dress shirt revealing just the bottoms of his silk boxers, his socks pulled practically up to his knees. "Lieutenant, this is supposed to be enticing. I don't see what's amusing you so much."

Felix shook his head, encouraging him, "Keep going, Doctor."

Gaius figured he had no choice and undid the buttons on his dress shirt, letting it fall open, and then off of his shoulders, leaving him in his silk boxers and his socks.

Another snicker. Gaius growled playfully and pushed his intended lover back onto the bed, pinning his shoulders and biting his neck, grinding against him. This seemed all well and good for a few minutes, as Felix stroked up his shoulders and pet him, contented little moans pouring out of his lips, but then he tensed his hands on his shoulders, murmuring to him, "Baltar, Baltar, stop..."

Gaius pulled back, frowning, staring at him. He wasn't sure what was wrong with what he was doing, but Felix leaned up and reached around him awkwardly to tug his socks off. Then he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back down, murmuring, "Okay, proceed."