Jack had a problem.
He realized he had a problem, or rather, a horribly awful perverted fetish when he caught himself staring. It wasn't a surprise to himself that he found Gabriel attractive, and though he had wrestled with these feelings for some months, he had finally learned to just accept his fate. Pining after another man wasn't new, closeted as he had been as a teenager, and still even after he joined the military.
It wasn't until he found his stride in the SEP and comfortable enough as Gabriel's friend, did he finally embrace himself completely(with Gabriel's help).
They hadn't done anything intimate, not really.
Shared a bed when the injections were bad, held each other up when they were too exhausted to move. Maybe they grinded a little harder than necessary when sparring, or even sparred and wrestled a little longer than any other pair did. But, well, that was just frustration relief, it didn't mean anything.
At least, Jack had convinced himself it didn't mean anything to Gabriel, even if he personally lived for any moment to be close to his partner.
Gabriel flirted, but he flirted with everybody.
Jack didn't want to get his hopes up, nor did he want to ruin their friendship.
Which made the moment he realized he was getting hard because he was standing next to Gabriel while he was peeing a heart stopping epiphany that sent a wave of anxiety and fear flowing through him.
But he couldn't stop looking.
It wasn't the first time they stood next to each other in the urinals, but it was the first time it had just been the two of them. The first time Jack didn't have to keep his eyes straight ahead at the wall for fear anyone else would just know he was gay if he accidentally glanced a certain way. It was the first time he didn't feel tense, and the first time he had let his eyes look to the right at Gabriel as he did his business.
Gabriel's flaccid cock was thick, the stream jutting forth strong.
Jack had an urge to be on his knees, to be between those thick thighs, to have his hands on that perfect ass encouraging the man to press into him. He wanted to suck and nip at Gabriel's balls as the man pissed in his hair, down his back-
"See something you like?" Gabriel's smooth voice broke his train of thought.
All at once Jack felt shame, his face red, barely aware he was still holding his own dick(long since finished), only until he felt it start to firm to life did he quickly tuck himself in his pants and stammer, "S-Sorry I was lost in my head."
Gabriel only smirked, nothing about him provoking or defensive. If anything he seemed to find Jack's sidelong glance flattering in the way he preened. He tucked himself back in, as if nothing happened(and nothing had really happened), "Get your head on straight, we got drills to finish."
"Yes, sir." Jack said quickly, grateful his friend couldn't read his perverted mind.
Jack had a feeling this moment would haunt him.