The hair alone would have made him stand out -- thick, brown and gravity-defying, when most people Rodney knew were either military men who wore regulation buzz cuts or scientists who couldn't even be bothered to use a comb -- but it was more than that; this guy was seriously hot, in that rumpled, pouty kind of way Rodney had only ever seen on twinks in gay bars and models in Calvin Klein ads.

That's a superb description. I totally quoted it at everyone who was online.

"Oh, I don't know -- maybe because I'm not?" Hair-do's left eyebrow went up, and Rodney could feel himself blushing. It didn't help that he smirked when Rodney conceded, "Okay, fine, I might be bisexual."

"I dunno...not many straight men would wear a pinstripe velvet tux to someone else's wedding."
Fabulous. Heehee.

And then the sex... so hot. So perfect. Um.

The ending was a wonderful way to begin.