When Ford asked Stan if he wanted to sail the sea together, Stan thought things couldn't possibly get any better. Sailing the world with his other half like they always dreamed, what more could he ask for?

Then, impossibly, things got even more perfect, when a night of drinking led to the both of them being way more honest than usual and, well...

They were together now, as both brothers and life partners, partners in every possible way. It was perfect.

Except Ford was acting weird.

Not that that was odd for Ford. Stan would and had literally gone through hell and back for his brother, but he'd be the first to admit Ford's always been a bit of a character. But he'd been acting weird in ways he hadn't before, and Stan was starting to get concerned.

The two of them fell into a sexual relationship pretty quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time together, and while Ford always seemed eager, he wouldn’t undress in the same room as Stan. Stan's mind was still a bit fucked in certain places, but he knew Ford definitely didn't always have a hangup about that because he vividly remembered Ford changing in the same room as him when they were teens and shamefully trying to sneak a peek.

Stan's first thought was that Ford must've been ashamed of his body (Which made absolutely no sense when he was built like a greek god, but whatever. Ford was self-conscious about weird shit sometimes.) or his scars. But they had had sex with the lights on before, and while Ford would sometimes get upset looking at his scars, he'd told Stanley it was less shame and more melancholy that filled him when he thought of the marks of his past.

Stan just couldn't figure it out, and he was at his wits end. Soon he'd have to just ask Ford what his deal was, abd he wouldn't be a true Pines' man if he didn't exhaust every other possible option before trying emotional honesty.

So he barged in the bathroom while Ford was getting ready to take a shower.

"Stanley, what the fuck!" Ford shrieked, having pulled out a gun immediately upon Stan bursting into the room. Probably not Stan's best idea to startle a man with such strong survival instincts, but Stan was distracted from his almost being shot by finally seeing Ford partially undressed, wearing nothing but his turtleneck and-

"Are those panties?" Stan asked stupidly, completely struck dumb at the sight of his manly, sci-fi action hero brother with a lacy little number fit snug around his hips. Ford looked down, as if also surprised by what he was wearing, and his face flushed as pink as the pretty little silk panties he was wearing.

"Ah, well." Ford stuttered, before looking up at Stan with an embarrassed little grin. Stan needed to destroy him. "Yes, I suppose they are. Apologies, Stanley, it's not that I didn't trust you, it's just as much as I enjoy wearing such things I've always been a bit embarrassed..."

"You should apologize." Stan growled, taking a step forward and crowding Ford against the bathroom wall. "Dressing like a slutty little girl all this time and not letting me see."

Ford's eyes dilated, his breath hitching, and Stan grinned. Bingo.

"Now then, how's about you start making it up to me, doll?"