Of the same kinds, class, or nature

"Major, for someone who appears to be such an - 'All-American guy,' I believe the phrase is? - you certainly are a bad influence," Radek murmured as Lorne backed him up against the door of the armory.

Lorne gave him a broad grin. "I don't exactly hear you complaining," he retorted, reaching for Radek's belt.

"No, no, certainly, not complaining." Radek agreed as his back hit the door. "Though the next time we are on a planet where we are expected to remove our shoes indoors, you could perhaps not spend the entire negotiation process trying to distract me?" Zelenka flushed all over again as he recalled the feeling of the Major's bare foot in his lap under the table, teasing him for an hour during the negotiations. "I was compelled to think about Rodney naked in order to avoid offense when I left the table." He looked over his glasses at Lorne in mock reproach.

Lorne just snorted while Radek started pulling on his tac vest. "Ew. Are you trying to ruin the mood here, Zelenka?"

Radek pushed the tac vest off Lorne's shoulders and onto the floor. "I do not think anything could ruin my mood right now," he murmured, leaning in.

"Yeah," Lorne whispered, hands running hot under Radek's blue science shirt, "me neither."