It had started off romantic, really it had. Evan had it all planned out. He’d been ordering supplies here and there, in small batches, for months. Candlelight. Champagne. Cream he’d whipped himself. Strawberries grown in one of the greenhouses (and he’d had to fork over so many packages of M&M’s to Parrish and Brown and the botanists to keep them quiet). What he hadn’t counted on was Rodney and Radek having a terrible day in the lab (he’d spent most of the day off-world, shepherding geologists and building goodwill with the locals).

So when the door to his quarters opened and both of them were there, Evan stood up, smiled, went to kiss Radek first, but Rodney grabbed him and yanked him deeper into the room. He looked furious. The door shut and, after some prodding from Radek, locked.

“Rodney?” Evan asked. He alternated who he kissed hello first in an effort to be as egalitarian as possible, but -

Rodney pushed him onto the bed, climbed on top of him, and kissed him into silence.

Evan wasn’t sure if it was all downhill after that, because there was champagne that he licked out of the hollows of Rodney’s throat and Radek’s collarbones, strawberry-flavored kisses, and whipped cream on interesting places and parts that Rodney and Radek sucked off of him with filthy slurps and clever tongues.

At the end of it all, the three of them were tangled on Evan’s bed, sticky and sweaty and deliciously sated, and Evan finally managed to ask, “How was your day?”