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Shower 1: Secrets

Shower No.1- Secrets
Category: missing scene, slash
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/ Locke
Warnings: mild slash, sexual situations (no sex, just lots of Locke lust)
Spoilers: "One of them" and "The whole truth"
Disclaimer: all Lost characters belong to ABC and the creative genius J.J. Abrams. I derive no profit from this and no copyright infringement is intended.

Jack stood in the shower. He stretched under the warm water, feeling the knots in his muscles begin to relax. Sighing contentedly, he reached for the tube of Dharma brand shower gel. He squeezed a dollop into his hand and began to rub it over his body. As he did so he could almost imagine the hands were someone else's. Jack groaned softly thinking about those strong fingers massaging his body. He could almost feel another presence in the shower with him, almost see the muscular chest and beautiful bald head. He was jerked from his fantasy by the sound of running water in the sink and someone moving around in the bathroom. Through the filmy shower curtain Jack could make out the shape of Locke standing at the sink. He hissed with a mixture of irritation and desire. What was he doing in there? Jack quickly finished his shower, then reached an arm out and grabbed the towel he had placed in easy reach. He wrapped it around his waist and stepped out. "Couldn't you have waited until I'm done?" He said irritatedly. Locke was shaving, not concerned that anyone else was in the room. "I wanted to make use of the steam. It opens my pores. There's no shaving cream, you know." Locke replied, not turning from the mirror. Jack couldn't keep his eyes from going to Locke's broad back and firm butt. "We need to do something about Henry." Locke continued. Jack watched the muscles in his arm flex as he stroked the razor down his cheeks and chin. "What did you have in mind?" He adjusted his towel, not minding that it came open a bit. "I'm having Ana-Lucia talk to him." Locke replied. He ran his hands over his cheeks checking for rough spots. He was completely oblivious to Jack's reaction. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" Jack thought. He forced himself to keep his mind on the Henry situation, though it wasn't easy. He had been attracted to Locke since shortly after the crash. He hadn't admitted it to himself until several days ago when he had grabbed Locke by the shirt and pressed him back against the wall to keep him from pushing the button. It had been all he could do not to run his hands over Locke's chest. His anger at what Sayid was doing had been the only thing that kept him from becoming physically aroused. Right now he was confused and frustrated by his feelings. Part of him still didn't want to admit that he was attracted to another man. Jack knew coming to terms with that would make things easier for him. For some reason, though he just couldn't or wouldn't. As a result, he couldn't seem to interact with Locke without arguing with him. His frustration was also fueled by the fact that it was very unlikely his feelings would be reciprocated. He was almost 100% sure Locke didn't swing that way. "Ana-Lucia is in with Henry now?" Jack asked. "Yes." Locke replied. Jack adjusted his towel again. He was aware that Locke snuck a quick glance when he did that. He didn't think anything of it though. That was standard locker room behavior that men and boys of all ages did. It didn't mean anything, unfortunately. "You let her see him without talking to me?" Jack's irritation was beginning to show. "She said she was just going to talk to him. I believed her." Locke patted his face with a towel. "And since when do I have to get your permission before I do something?" Locke put the towel away and turned to leave the bathroom. "I just like to know what's going on." Jack said, trying to avoid sounding petulant. He actually liked it when Locke was forceful and went against him. With some difficulty Jack forced the image of Locke dominating him out of his mind. "I just did what I thought was best." Locke said. He left the bathroom and went to the computer. Alone now, Jack sagged against the wall. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths to regain his composure.
When he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later he was feeling much better. He had "relieved himself" and felt in control again. He actually smiled a bit as he walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. Locke sat at the computer, also smiling.